"Although I agree with this plan, there are still some shortcomings, the scale is a bit too small, not grand enough. Since it's a high-end restaurant, we should highlight its luxury. Aside from the rent, an initial investment of five million is just the base. Later on, we'll need to continue investing to make it the best restaurant in Binyang, famous all over."

Chen Qian became more excited as he spoke, even gesticulating with his hands and feet, but this made Ling Zhenfei's heart leap in alarm. According to Chen Qian's plan, an investment of ten million would not be enough. It seemed he needed to find ways to make money.

Ling Zhenfei did have many methods to make money, it just depended on which one he wanted to use.

It wasn't until noon that Ling Zhenfei and Chen Qian returned together to Xishan Manor. After lunch, Ling Zhenfei went to the restaurant of Xishan Manor and saw Bai Lin and a few other chefs having their meal.

Seeing Ling Zhenfei come in, Bai Lin hurriedly greeted him, "Master, you're here?"

Ling Zhenfei could see a hint of fatigue on the faces of Bai Lin and the chefs—cooking for so many people was indeed very tiring.

"I know you are all tired. Don't worry, I will suggest to President Chen to give you a raise at the end of the month."

At the mention of a salary increase, they all became excited, "Thank you, Boss Ling!"

"Thank you, Boss Ling, you are the best."

"....."

"Master, I don't want a higher salary, I just want you to teach me more dishes," Bai Lin said with some discontent.

Actually, Ling Zhenfei had come to find Bai Lin exactly for this reason. He had promised Bai Ling last time to teach him more dishes, and this time he intended to fulfill that promise.

"Tonight, leave a bit later, and I'll teach you," Ling Zhenfei said.

After Ling Zhenfei finished speaking, Bai Lin happily burst out. Ling Zhenfei was surprised in his heart— who would have thought that Bai Lin would love cooking so much and also possess some talent? If he learned well, he might truly become a renowned chef in the future.

If Bai Lin could learn well, then when his own restaurant opened, it was entirely possible for Bai Lin to become the head chef there. Nurturing Bai Lin now meant he was developing his own talent, which was certainly a win-win situation.

"Really, Master? That's fantastic, I'll wait here for you tonight," Bai Lin said, looking very excited. To be successful in anything, one should have the kind of drive that Bai Lin had.

"Of course it's true, have I ever not kept my word?"

Now Ling Zhenfei truly wanted to teach Bai Lin well. Since he was committed to running a restaurant now, developing his own chefs was absolutely necessary.

After leaving the restaurant, Ling Zhenfei returned to his home. During the days he was away, he had been constantly thinking about the seed he had planted—the seed from ancient times. It had been so long, he wondered if it would still grow.

Once home, the first thing Ling Zhenfei did was go to the corner wall to check on the seed he had planted earlier in the day.

To Ling Zhenfei's delight, he discovered the seed had already sprouted, and it was seven or eight centimeters tall. Although he couldn't tell what the seed would grow into, it was lush and green with vibrant, verdant leaves that seemed very thriving.

Ling Zhenfei's curiosity intensified. He wondered what the plant that grew from this seed was and how it differed from the plants of the present.

He took out his Xuantian Spirit Spring Pot and poured some water of the spiritual spring over the tender shoots. This water, rich with spiritual energy, not only enabled the small plant to grow quickly but also prevented it from attracting insects and dying easily.

After finishing all this, Ling Zhenfei finally set aside his worries, grabbed a chair, and sat down next to the small plant to rest.

Ling Zhenfei took out his phone and browsed through Weibo. With so many followers, his feed was always inundated with messages, especially since he rarely went online, which meant there were even more accumulated messages.

Ling Zhenfei casually glanced at some of the comments. There were a lot of them, with many fans asking about his current situation. Lots of them questioned why Ling Zhenfei had not updated his Weibo for such a long time, and of course, even more were seeking his medical treatment.

Having learned from the incident with Xiao Kunkun, Ling Zhenfei had realized the limitations of his individual capacity. It was simply impossible to heal every sick person, and many illnesses could be treated in hospitals. Seeking him out for treatment instead of going to a hospital felt like taking advantage.

Seeing so many people eager for him to update Weibo, Ling Zhenfei felt inspired. He casually took a selfie and a picture of the small plant next to him, and wrote, "In these peaceful times, I wait for you to grow. But will you grow a bit faster for me?"

Shortly after Ling Zhenfei posted it, comments began appearing in a matter of seconds.

"Caught the Divine Doctor live, I'm the first commenter!"

"I'm here, I'm the floor."

"Zhenfei, Zhenfei, I love you, just like mice love rice..."

"Spectating Ling Zhenfei on Weibo, he finally posted, rejoice everybody!"

"Dr. Ling, do you have a girlfriend? I've just graduated with a bachelor's degree in medicine this year, can assist you well, and I'm well-behaved and sensible. Plus, I look quite decent. Below is my photo..."

"Who's that above? Ugly women making a scene. Ling Zhenfei, take a look at my photo, absolutely no PS, no plastic surgery, all natural..."

"Divine Doctor, save my life, please! My dad suddenly lost his vision two years ago and half of his body won't respond..."

"Ling Zhenfei, you coward! You claim to be a Divine Doctor, so if you're so capable, then cure my illness, otherwise your title of Divine Doctor is just a hype!"

Ling Zhenfei hurriedly closed the webpage and stopped looking. Regardless of how many comments he read, the comments in the section seemed to be much of a muchness, generally falling into a few categories: people seeking treatment, onlookers, detractors, and those wishing to be his girlfriend.

Through the comments, one could discern the character of each person, but regardless of the situation, Ling Zhenfei wasn't too interested and preferred not to get involved.

Ling Zhenfei browsed through some online news and updates, and after about an hour, he considered turning off his phone. However, just then, he suddenly received a private message that was conspicuously displayed.

Ling Zhenfei tapped into it without much thought. He received a plethora of private messages usually, far too many to read, but this particular message stood out enough to catch his attention.

The Weibo user was named Wild Yang, and the private message read, "Li Hao, Divine Doctor Ling, I am Si Mayang. I would like to discuss with you about a relative of mine who has contracted a very strange illness. I would like to ask for your help in treating it, and you may name your price."

There were all too many people seeking medical treatment from Ling Zhenfei, as evidenced by the numerous messages and private messages. Although Ling Zhenfei usually ignored them, this person named Wild Yang was too peculiar not to notice, piquing Ling Zhenfei's interest.

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