Yan Feifan had originally thought the restaurant’s owner was that charming, mature woman. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

But as it turned out, she was just the proprietress.

The true owner of this private restaurant was a large man with a thick neck, a chef named Luo Jianjun.

Seeing the two of them standing together, Yan Feifan couldn’t help but think of the foreign film *Beauty and the Beast*.

As the proprietress, Hu Ling, explained things in a clear and methodical manner, Yan Feifan finally understood the situation.

The original owner of the courtyard and small building where the restaurant was located was planning to move abroad and wanted to sell the property.

Luo Jianjun wanted to take it over but lacked sufficient funds.

So, the couple was looking for investors to buy shares.

However, the transfer price of sixty million yuan made Yan Feifan gasp.

Wang Chuan, however, spoke as if it were a huge bargain. "Three hundred and ten square meters for sixty million? That’s not expensive at all."

"If this weren’t a protected historical building where you can’t tear down and redevelop, it would easily sell for one or two hundred million."

Luo Jianjun chimed in, "The owner of the courtyard is one of my long-time regulars, a true gourmand. He gave me this great price because he saw I was interested in taking over."

"He said if it were anyone else buying, he’d ask for at least eighty million."

At this point, Hu Ling spoke up. "Our plan is to establish a restaurant company and buy the property under its name."

"But to make the acquisition go smoothly, we’ll need at least twenty million in capital."

Shi Zonglu asked with interest, "How much are you putting in yourselves? And how much have you already raised?"

Luo Jianjun said, a little embarrassed, "We’ve been running the restaurant here for less than a year, so we haven’t made a lot of money."

"We can scrape together two million of our own money."

"However..."

Luo Jianjun paused, then stressed, "Although our cash contribution is only two million, we’re providing the culinary expertise and handling all the management."

"So, our total contribution should be valued at ten million."

Hu Ling added, "As for the funds we’ve raised, my husband and I have only just started looking."

"Mr. Wang is an old friend. We trust him, so naturally, we trust his friends as well."

"If you and Mr. Wang can put together the eighteen million, then we won’t need to ask our other well-off regulars for funding."

Shi Zonglu looked at Wang Chuan and chuckled. "Mr. Wang, you’re known as the hospital’s big spender."

"Couldn’t you cover this eighteen million all by yourself?"

Wang Chuan chuckled and waved his hand. "I’m not as rich as you think. The most I can put in is six million."

"You’ve all tasted Mr. Luo’s cooking. With skills like that, he’ll never be short of customers."

He then turned to Luo Jianjun and Hu Ling and asked, "So, what’s your average daily revenue right now?"

Hu Ling replied softly, "We have nine private rooms and one small dining hall, so we can seat nearly a hundred people at once."

"Our daily revenue is currently around forty to fifty thousand."

"The gross profit... is around thirty to forty thousand."

Shi Zonglu did the math. ’A monthly gross profit of one million.’

’With a forty-million-yuan loan on a ten-year term, the monthly payment would be roughly...’

Hu Ling finished his sentence, "Around four hundred and fifty thousand."

Shi Zonglu continued, "So, that means a monthly gross profit of five to six hundred thousand, with a net profit of two hundred thousand?"

"At least!" Hu Ling confirmed.

Shi Zonglu chuckled. "Two point four million a year. Oh, right, the owners will take half of that."

"An eighteen-million investment for a one-point-two-million annual return... that’s a six to seven percent yield, not including property appreciation."

He nodded slowly. "That’s a decent return. Count me in. I’ll invest... two million."

Shi Zonglu looked at Lo Jun. "Director, what about you?"

Lo Jun hesitated for a moment, then glanced at Wang Chuan.

Wang Chuan smiled. "Since I was the one who brought this up, I’ll certainly take responsibility."

He then declared formally, "If anything goes wrong, it’s on me."

Lo Jun smiled. "With that assurance, I’m completely at ease. In that case, I’ll put in two million as well."

Just then, Yu Suye suddenly spoke up, "I’ll put in one million!"

Yan Feifan couldn’t help but ask, "You have that kind of money?"

Yu Suye chuckled. "I can get a million. I’ll just borrow it from my family and friends back in Jingcheng."

"I can’t miss out on such a great investment opportunity."

Wa Wei and another attending physician, Guan Li, also stated they would each invest two hundred thousand.

At that moment, Yan Feifan noticed several people looking at him. He quickly waved his hands. "I don’t have any money!"

Wang Chuan asked, confused, "Feifan, don’t you have that collaboration with Baining?"

"How can you be broke?"

Yan Feifan explained, "Mr. Wang, I barely had that money in my hands before I invested it all in a project with a friend."

"I put everything in."

Just then, Yu Suye gently poked him in the side and whispered a reminder, "That craniopharyngioma tomorrow."

It dawned on Yan Feifan instantly. He amended his statement, "I can’t say for sure right now. Let’s wait until tomorrow."

"If everything goes smoothly tomorrow and luck is on my side, I can invest... five million."

The moment he said this, he drew probing looks from Shi Zonglu, Lin Qian, Wa Wei, Guan Li, and the others.

They knew a bit about Yan Feifan’s circumstances.

Although his reputation had recently skyrocketed, he came from an ordinary, even humble, background.

’Reading between the lines, it sounded like he’d already invested several million in a business venture with someone else.’

’And tomorrow, he was going to get another five million?’

Wang Chuan chuckled. "Talented people always have good luck."

"Feifan, we’ll count you in for five million then."

He looked at the restaurant owners. "That should just about cover the funds we need. You don’t need to contact anyone else."

"We’ll be back in a few days to discuss the specific details of our partnership..."

Luo Jianjun was so happy he was grinning from ear to ear.

"Mr. Wang, everyone, please take your time and enjoy the meal. I’ll go whip up a few more of my specialties..."

After the owner and proprietress left, Lo Jun’s gaze swept over Wa Wei, Guan Li, and the others. "You all see that?" he said.

"As long as you have a solid skill, you’ll never lack for opportunities. With his culinary talent, attracting investment is a piece of cake for the owner."

"As for Xiaoyan..."

Lo Jun’s tone grew complex. "That skill of his can save someone from paralysis, or even save their life."

"And right now, he’s irreplaceable."

At this, Lo Jun’s tone turned serious as he warned, "Xiaoyan, you possess a rare gift, but you must use it wisely."

He added meaningfully, "You understand what I’m saying, Xiaoyan..."

"Teacher, I’ve never coerced anyone."

Yan Feifan replied, feeling he needed to explain this sudden revelation of his wealth.

"The intraspinal tumor puncture and injection technique—I signed a collaboration agreement with Baining Medical Technology for it a while back."

"I’m providing the relevant techniques to be applied to a surgical robot they’re developing."

"It’s just that I’ve already invested the technology transfer fee from that deal."

"As for the five million tomorrow..."

Yan Feifan explained everything. "Dr. Qiu Ge in Neurosurgery took on a complex craniopharyngioma surgery."

"The patient’s family publicly promised a ten-million-yuan bonus if the surgery is successful and the child’s vision is saved."

"Tomorrow, I’ll be performing a tumor puncture for a biopsy."

"I’m going to see if the ethanol puncture and injection technique can be applied to this child’s craniopharyngioma..."