City’s Best Divine Doctor
Chapter 848 - 0848: The Manor Owner Tang Dongbai

Chapter 848: Chapter 0848: The Manor Owner Tang Dongbai

Returning to his room, Ye Qiu closed the door and turned off the lights. The moonlight outside the window poured onto his body. As Ye Qiu cultivated the "Primordial Five Emperors Technique," the Moonlight Essence continuously entered his meridians, transforming into Spiritual Energy, and was stored in his Dantian, eventually becoming True Qi.

He had been on the verge of achieving a breakthrough recently, but due to the events surrounding Zhao Ruxue and the jewelry theft case, he had wasted several days without cultivating. Moreover, during his firefights with the bandits, Ye Qiu had expended a considerable amount of Spiritual Energy. Now, only by replenishing what had been lost could he push toward a breakthrough again.

At around eight in the morning the next day, Ye Qiu opened his eyes and noticed how late it had already gotten. He got up to wash, and upon heading downstairs, he saw his parents and sister were all present.

"Ye Qiu, what have you been busy with these days?"

Ye Weidong asked.

Ye Qiu certainly wouldn’t say he had been helping Zhao Ruxue investigate the case and engaging in shootouts with bandits; he didn’t want to scare his parents to death.

"Military training at school."

"I already met with the owner of that villa a few days ago. You want to buy that piece of land; he wants to meet you first!"

Ye Weidong explained.

In truth, when it came to such a large sum of money, Ye Weidong didn’t dare to make decisions on his own. Although Ye Qiu had already stated that as long as the price didn’t exceed twenty million, the land could be acquired.

"Dad, let me finish breakfast first. You can contact him ahead of time and arrange a quiet place where we can have a detailed discussion!"

While Ye Qiu finished his breakfast, he called Luo Yang to ask him to inform Wu Shuang that he wouldn’t be able to practice military boxing today.

In truth, military training didn’t hold much significance for Ye Qiu these days. However, seeing it through was considered a form of worldly experience in itself.

After Ye Qiu finished his breakfast, Ye Weidong had already contacted the other party, and they decided to meet at the villa.

With matters settled, Ye Qiu and Ye Weidong drove straight to the location.

"Mom, Sis, both of you stay home and rest today!"

"What about the financial ledgers?"

"You can organize them every few days; there’s no need to do it daily."

Ye Qiu felt that Ye Xue sorting through the accounts every single day was too exhausting. If a second restaurant opened, they would definitely need to hire two professional accountants and financial personnel. Ye Xue would just need to oversee them.

When Ye Qiu and Ye Weidong left, and as Weidong got into Ye Qiu’s car, he couldn’t help but notice how comfortable the ride was.

Of course, if he were driving a luxury car himself, it would undoubtedly be even more comfortable.

These days, he had been reviewing the material for the first driver’s license exam every night, aiming to pass it successfully and obtain a license.

Once he could quickly pass the second and third driving exams, Ye Qiu could buy him a car to drive.

On the way to the villa, Ye Weidong occasionally glanced at Ye Qiu but said nothing.

As they approached the entrance of the villa, Ye Qiu noticed an older-model Mercedes-Benz sedan parked at the gate. Judging from the car, Ye Qiu estimated it cost at least over a million.

This indicated that the villa owner was likely wealthy, beyond just owning that piece of land, even though his restaurant business at the villa had suffered significant losses.

Ye Qiu and Ye Weidong got out of the car, and the gate’s security guard, whom they had met previously, recognized them.

Perhaps it was because Ye Weidong had given him a pack of cigarettes last time; the guard still seemed very enthusiastic as he greeted them: "Mr. Ye, my boss is here; he’s waiting for you inside."

Ye Qiu and Ye Weidong entered the villa and found that the daytime environment was quite pleasant—quiet, with occasional birdcalls audible in the distance.

When they arrived at the villa owner’s office, Ye Qiu saw a man who wasn’t very tall, had a thick neck, wore a gold chain, and exuded an air of ostentatious wealth.

"Mr. Ye, you’ve arrived! Please, have a seat!"

Tang Dongbai greeted them warmly.

"Mr. Tang, we’ve already talked multiple times over the phone."

Ye Weidong added.

In the past, someone like Ye Weidong would fear officials above all else, followed by wealthy people. But as Ye Qiu gradually influenced him, Ye Weidong no longer showed the same apprehension toward people of means.

As Ye Weidong and Tang Dongbai exchanged a handshake and took their seats, Tang already knew that this Mr. Ye was the owner of the Imperial Cuisine Restaurant.

However, the true owner was this young man dressed plainly.

Tang Dongbai’s gaze immediately focused on Ye Qiu as he entered.

Back in his youth, Tang Dongbai judged people by appearances. This wasn’t about superficial attractiveness, but whether someone’s attire suggested poverty, signaling whether they were worth associating with.

Over time, however, he learned that judging someone’s status based solely on outward appearances was far from reliable. His way of evaluating people changed significantly.

"Mr. Tang, this is my son, Ye Qiu."

"Mr. Ye Jr., impressive!"

Tang Dongbai remarked.

Sitting down, Ye Qiu took a brief glance around the office and said, "Mr. Tang, I believe my dad already covered everything with you."

"He did. You want to purchase this piece of land now."

Tang Dongbai confirmed.

In truth, he felt somewhat surprised.

While it wasn’t impossible for someone to have twenty million in liquid assets, it wasn’t exactly common either. As for those so-called real estate magnates, most of them relied heavily on bank loans.

Unexpectedly, this young man had the capacity to offer twenty million.

"Considering the local property prices, twenty million isn’t exorbitant, but it’s no small amount either."

Ye Qiu replied.

The area was about twenty to thirty kilometers from the city center, which counted as Jiangnan’s outskirts.

The lot was around two thousand square meters—not huge, but not small either—roughly equivalent to the area of a medium-to-large villa.

"I have thought about selling it, but I’ve heard that the government plans to develop this area. If that happens, the land will become highly valuable."

Tang Dongbai explained.

In fact, he relied on precisely this point: that even though his villa restaurant venture had failed and cost him a considerable amount of money, if the government decided to acquire land here for development in the future, this plot could be worth billions.

Of course, he couldn’t predict when such development might occur.

Hearing this, Ye Qiu chuckled. He had anticipated this reasoning and responded, "Actually, you don’t have to sell me the land outright. I’d be fine with leasing it, but to avoid unnecessary trouble, let’s sign a fifty-year lease all at once, with an annual rent increase of five percent."

Ye Qiu knew well the nature of human greed. If the second restaurant became highly profitable one day, the original landlord might become envious, revoke the lease, and reclaim the land for their own business—a considerable hassle.

Sparing himself from such headaches was precisely his reasoning.

Whether he bought the land or merely leased it, the lease term had to be long. Otherwise, Ye Qiu couldn’t dedicate the time for constant disruptions.