Fishing Bay Island.
After Li Hui accepted Ye Yuan's assignment.
He wanted to ask about the materials needed for this batch of top-tier treasures.
But then he saw Ye Yuan point at the pile of scrap materials over a person tall in the corner of his workshop.
Li Hui instantly understood what Ye Yuan meant.
Those pieces of timber might have been scraps to Ye Yuan.
But if they were taken outside, any single piece would be valuable, precious lumber.
Using them to make treasures would be the very definition of luxury.
They were classier than any luxury goods, all right?
After settling these matters, Ye Yuan sailed out to sea.
After all, the volume of this purchase was so large.
Ye Yuan could hardly stay on the island while the goods simply appeared out of thin air, could he?
Even if Li Hui was not an outsider.
He still could not do that.
So going out to sea was also a cover for himself.
Driving the yacht alone across the winter sea.
Compared to the bustle of summer, the sea now held a lonely sort of beauty.
Perhaps because of the sudden heavy snowfall.
The water now shimmered with rippling light.
The occasional islands appeared draped in silver, reflected upon the sea.
From afar, they looked like an exquisite northern winter landscape.
Even the most skilled masters of painting and calligraphy.
Would find it difficult to capture on paper everything he saw before him at that moment.
Seagulls soared freely through the sky.
Interweaving with the snowflakes, they created a uniquely charming scene.
Ye Yuan's trip out to sea was not merely to avoid drawing attention.
More importantly, he wanted to inspect the nearby waters after more than half a year.
As a fisherman with Mental Power.
His