The Billionaire's Multiplier System
Chapter 67 - 68 – Canvas of the Unseen: Yuyan’s First Move

Chapter 67: Chapter 68 – Canvas of the Unseen: Yuyan’s First Move

Location: West Garden Gallery, 4:42 PM

The late afternoon light filtered through old glass panes, casting fractured golden patterns across the floor. The gallery was empty, save for a few lingering guests and a courier delivering espresso in an ivory cup.

Ye Yuyan stood at her usual corner — near the wide painting with no signature. Her own.

She wasn’t looking at it.

She was watching the wall behind it, as if she could see through the paint, through the concrete, into the deeper system Lin Feng walked within.

"So he bought the port before the auction?" the gallery assistant whispered from behind.

Yuyan didn’t answer.

She already knew.

On her desk sat three things:

A silver flash drive

A folded slip of handmade paper

And a sealed red envelope, marked with a name:

Zhou Anliang

Curator of the Crimson Circle’s Cultural Value Archive.

She’d spent the past few days listening. Watching. And learning.

It wasn’t about business.

Not like Lin Feng’s world.

But there was something he’d said to her once, after buying one of her cheapest paintings for ¥480,000.

"In Rootlight, meaning is currency too. You just work with different weapons."

Now, she was ready to hold one.

The building didn’t look like much — squat, gray, dusty. But inside, it housed silent power. The kind that rewrote property zoning through "heritage status" and controlled auction valuations with prestige scoring systems.

Yuyan stepped through its doors alone.

The receptionist didn’t ask who she was.

She already had an appointment.

Zhou Anliang waited inside — an older woman in black linen robes, her silver hair pinned with a jade clasp.

"Ye Yuyan," she said, sipping tea.

"You’ve arrived earlier than I expected."

Yuyan bowed gently.

"Because if I waited, someone else would paint over what matters.

Yuyan laid the flash drive down.

"New provenance records for six lost works attributed to the Lin family’s pre-collapse artists. I verified them personally."

Zhou didn’t touch it yet.

"And why offer them to me?"

"Because in a week, someone will try to erase that name again," Yuyan replied.

"I’d rather you tell the city why it matters."

Zhou studied her.

"You’re not trying to protect him directly."

Yuyan shook her head.

"Lin Feng doesn’t need protection."

"Then what do you want?"

"For the city to see his world... before they try to bury it again."

A long silence passed.

Then Zhou smiled — a subtle one, like ink bleeding into paper.

"You’re still young, Ye Yuyan. But you’ve learned the right kind of silence."

She took the drive.

"Leave the envelope. You’ll get your answer by morning.

"Cultural Ripple Detected.

System has identified independent Affection Anchor ’Ye Yuyan’ executing autonomous strategic support maneuver."*

Result:

– Citywide Prestige Score of Host increased.

– South Pearl Port reclassified as ’Emerging Cultural Zone.’

– Next three legal challenges against Host assets will auto-fail due to heritage protections."

P.S. You really should buy her something nice. Like... a gallery chain.

Lin Feng blinked.

"...She moved without telling me."

Then he smiled — small, quiet, proud.

"Good."

She dipped her brush into dark oil, dragging it gently across the blank canvas.

A curve. A horizon. A shadow standing alone.

For once, she didn’t tremble.

Not because she felt brave.

But because she was finally playing.

And somewhere in the paint, a soft echo of Lin Feng’s voice lingered:

"Art speaks when words lose their value."

She smiled.

"Then let it scream."