Chapter 2010: Chapter 1970: Special Supply

The name "sanatorium" sounds like a place for treating illnesses, but in reality, treatment is only part of it; you can basically treat it like a vacation resort.

Inside the sanatorium, whatever you want is there, it’s just different from those clubs.

The main thing is that it’s quiet.

Now, as Ye Qiu and Cao Ling and the others followed that Miss Cheng, they realized that along the way it really was very quiet, the environment extremely elegant. They didn’t see anyone wearing hospital gowns or anything like that; everyone was young men and women dressed pretty much like Miss Cheng, similar to ordinary people.

And the environment here was excellent, no worse than those five-star hotels.

"Young masters, are you just here for a meal, or are you also staying over?"

She did know the names of these playboy heirs, but she wouldn’t say them directly.

"Just to eat, buffet." Young Master Zhou said bluntly.

They followed her over to the dining hall.

The dining hall here was nothing like those at universities; the environment was elegant, there were dishes from all the major Chinese cuisines, as well as cuisine from The East Ocean, and there was also a buffet.

Normally it was buffet style, because there was seafood, vegetables, all kinds of meats—whatever you wanted to eat, you could have.

When Ye Qiu and Cao Ling and the others followed over there, they found there weren’t many people, only a dozen or so, but the place was several hundred square meters. And those people were just quietly eating, all looking like old cadres over fifty or sixty.

When they saw Ye Qiu and the others come over, those people only glanced over once.

"Young masters, the buffet is right here. Dining has already started."

"We’ll get our own food, you don’t have to follow us."

Cao Long and the others didn’t like this Miss Cheng tagging along; it felt annoying.

After she left a bit awkwardly, Ye Qiu and the others went to wash their hands, then found seats and sat down.

Here you could talk while eating; it was just that those dozen old cadres probably didn’t know each other well or simply didn’t feel like chatting.

While Liu Lingxiu and Xiaomai and the others went to get food for Ye Qiu, Cao Long looked at Ye Qiu with admiration and said in a low voice, "Doctor Ye, I admire you more and more. You’ve taken down four beauties."

"That’s nothing."

Ye Qiu said casually.

That’s nothing?

This made Young Master Zhou and the others all stunned.

Especially that Cao Ling, a beauty of national grace and heavenly fragrance, enough to topple a city; even they themselves had liked her at first sight the first time they met her.

What’s more, Cao Ling’s grandfather, Old Master Cao, was anything but simple, the number one figure in the Military Region—even if it was just the Jinling Military Region, that still wasn’t the same as the others.

They hadn’t expected that Ye Qiu had already taken her down. That really made Cao Long and Young Master Zhou truly impressed.

When Ye Qiu said "it’s nothing," he was, of course, implying that there were more beauties than just these few.

Of course, given Young Master Zhou and the others’ status, when it came to campus belles at universities in the Capital City, they didn’t even need to pursue them; they could have them with a wave of the hand, and they didn’t bother with feelings—just playing around.

While Young Master Zhou and the others also went to get food, Cao Long whispered, "That stolen Chinese painting has been recovered."

Recovered?

Then it had to have been done by someone inside the family.

Ye Qiu didn’t ask who it was.

Cao Long said, "I heard it’s been sent to the bank’s headquarters for safekeeping now."

But by now, the market price of that painting had already shot up to fifty million.

If the Cao Family put it up for auction, it really would be worth fifty million.

That was a huge sum of money. Cao Long honestly couldn’t believe it: Ye Qiu had just cured his Third Great-Grandfather’s illness, basically saving his life, and now he’d gifted them a Chinese painting worth tens of millions.

This left the Cao Family not even knowing how to repay Ye Qiu in the future.

"Is that so?" Ye Qiu asked.

In fact, he himself didn’t know exactly how much this painting was worth.

Of course, there was a pattern that seemed fixed both at home and abroad.

Many painters lived in poverty their whole lives and might even die of illness, some of them at a very young age.

But they weren’t famous while alive, and their paintings weren’t worth anything.

Once they died, it was completely the opposite.

They became very famous, and their paintings became very valuable.

But no matter how much money there was, the painters themselves didn’t seem to get to enjoy it. If they were lucky and their families still had their works, maybe their families could enjoy some of it.

This kind of situation had appeared both in China and abroad, and in a very large proportion of cases.

So unless a family was genuinely wealthy, they really couldn’t afford to cultivate a famous painter.

Ye Qiu also hadn’t expected his own paintings to be worth that much. That meant they’d been recognized by the market.

Of course, Ye Qiu also knew that a portion of so-called famous paintings were actually just tools for money laundering; not many were truly worth the price.

When Cao Ling and the others went over to get food, they noticed that what was served here was likely all special supply.

Special supply meant the food was different from what ordinary people ate.

Like the seafood here, the various meats and vegetables—they were probably really different.

They brought back a lot of tasty food, all things that Ye Qiu liked to eat, actually.

Watching this, Cao Long was even more envious. Looked like next time he came out, he’d have to bring a female companion along to help him get food too.

"And that Ye Feng, he seems to be getting worse. I heard he’s been in a coma at Xiehe Hospital for a day and a night now, but still hasn’t died."

A day and a night in a coma—according to Ye Qiu’s judgment, the cancer cells in his body should now be spreading like crazy.

With so many cancer cells spreading, Ye Feng’s body had basically become an incubator for those viruses.

In that condition, Ye Feng was just living a fate worse than death; he wouldn’t die that quickly.

Ye Qiu didn’t say anything.

When Young Master Zhou and the others came back with their food and started eating, they looked at Ye Qiu and said, "Doctor Ye, the seafood here still isn’t as good as what you make."

The seafood Ye Qiu had cooked that morning had been incredibly delicious even to the picky mouths of Young Master Zhou and the others.

The buffet here just had more variety, and the ingredients were special supply, so you could eat with peace of mind.

If it were those hundred-plus-yuan buffets outside, Young Master Zhou and the others really wouldn’t go. They wouldn’t want it even if it were free.

"That kind of thing takes time, and I’m too lazy to cook. Here it’s made by someone else; I just open my mouth and eat."

Young Master Zhou and the others chuckled.

They’d already heard that several imperial cuisine restaurants had opened in Jinling and The East Ocean, all related to Ye Qiu. If they had a chance to go to Jinling, they wanted to try them.

So now they were all very curious about who exactly Ye Qiu was, since he seemed to be able to do anything.

Eating at a buffet meant picking out what you liked, and also eating slowly, not rushing. Whatever you wanted, you ate; no one was there to limit you.

There was so much food here that they probably wouldn’t finish it all, and whatever was left would just be wasted—probably tossed out to feed the pigs. There was no way they’d keep it until the next day.

But it was different with those buffet restaurants outside. If the food wasn’t finished that day, in order to control costs, it might very well be kept until tomorrow.