Yang Shoucheng: "With every means imaginable, Wang Lianbao is now a billionaire. There are many coveting a major provincial project, but to secure it, one must gain the approval of the Hua family."
Ye Tian: "That's why so many people are visiting the Hua residence."
Yang Shoucheng nodded: "Once this project is completed, the profits will be in the tens of billions, and it could greatly enhance influence within the industry."
Ye Tian: "What kind of project is it?"
Yang Shoucheng: "The Erlong Gorge Hydropower Station project. The province is looking for an investment partner to hold forty-nine percent of the shares, responsible for sixty percent of the construction investment. Upon completion, they will enjoy forty-nine percent of the net profit."
Ye Tian: "A hydropower station? The investment must be substantial."
Yang Shoucheng: "Indeed, the total investment is around fifty billion. Sixty percent of that is thirty billion. However, once completed and operational, with an annual power generation of thirty billion kilowatt-hours, the capital can be recouped in about ten years."
Ye Tian: "Ten years to recoup costs, this business isn't particularly outstanding."
Yang Shoucheng chuckled: "My friend, this project isn't just about the economic calculation, but also the financial one. A hydropower station is a quality asset. With it, I can directly secure another fifty billion from the bank to undertake larger ventures."
Ye Tian: "So you're after the money from the bank."
Yang Shoucheng nodded: "Hydropower stations have stable returns, which banks favor. With fifty billion, I can invest in similar projects. After several such operations, my assets will grow like a snowball, rapidly increasing."
The two chatted, and after waiting for over ten minutes, Ye Tian was ushered into a room by a steward. Inside sat an old man, sipping tea. Upon seeing Ye Tian enter, he asked, "You are so young, from whom did you learn medicine?"
Ye Tian: "Ancestral medical techniques."
The old man nodded: "Your ancestral medical techniques, which school do they belong to?"
Ye Tian: "My own school."
The old man put down his teacup and said indifferently, "You may leave."
Ye Tian: "So, I haven't passed?"
The old man sneered: "Your own school? In the field of traditional Chinese medicine, over thousands of years, only a handful of renowned physicians dared to claim their own school. By saying so, you are undoubtedly boasting. Why would I keep someone who boasts?"
Ye Tian: "You are Elder Fang, aren't you? Don't be so quick to dismiss. Just because you don't know something, doesn't mean it doesn't exist."
Elder Fang showed impatience: "I have no time to chat with you, please leave."
Ye Tian turned to leave, saying, "Your heart has a problem. Get surgery as soon as possible."
Elder Fang was about to call the next doctor when he was startled by Ye Tian's words and exclaimed, "Wait!"
Ye Tian stopped: "You called me for something?"
Elder Fang rose and walked towards him, scrutinizing Ye Tian. "Your aura is concealed, could you be a martial arts master?"
Ye Tian struck the air with a palm, and a thunderous sound echoed. He said calmly, "If you are an expert, you will understand."
Elder Fang sighed faintly: "So you are a Martial King. My apologies, I misjudged you. My heart does indeed have a problem, a congenital condition, but I have been carefully managing it, and it has been fine."
Ye Tian shook his head: "Your heart has reached its limit. Therefore, your lifespan is less than three years."
Elder Fang fell silent. After a few seconds, he said, "My master once said I would live to eighty-one. By my calculations, in three years I will be eighty-one. It seems your assessment is consistent."
Ye Tian: "Your master's medical skills are admirable."
Elder Fang: "Young friend, I apologize for my earlier rudeness. Please sit!"
After they were seated, Elder Fang asked, "I still wish to live longer. After all, living is better than dying. Young friend, do you have a way to save me?"
Ye Tian: "Unless a spiritual medicine is found, it is difficult to turn the tide."
Elder Fang nodded: "What kind of spiritual medicine is needed?"
Ye Tian: "For example, a thousand-year-old ginseng, or a five-hundred-year-old Ganoderma lucidum."
Elder Fang chuckled: "A thousand-year-old ginseng, I happen to have one."
Ye Tian: "Then it will be easy. With it, I guarantee you will live to one hundred years old."
Elder Fang was overjoyed, and the two began to converse, continuing for over an hour.
Those waiting outside grew anxious seeing Ye Tian not emerge. What was happening? Had that person offended Elder Fang, and now he refused to see anyone else?