Chapter 2392: 2206: Just Average

Two evenings later, Boss Zhong returned from registering the company, having heard some news from the local officials. It turned out that this time, widespread epidemic infections were occurring, and labs at two key universities in Siberia had discovered a similar, contagious unknown virus in the underground permafrost sludge.

This virus’s aggressiveness was quite strong, which meant its contagiousness was also extremely potent.

Moreover, the hospitals have found similar viruses in the sludge and the patients’ bodies, but they still can’t determine exactly what kind of virus it is.

It could be a new virus, or perhaps it existed before and just hadn’t been discovered.

Additionally, no drugs have yet been developed to kill or inhibit this virus.

In the past two days, Ye Qiu, apart from treating those patients, had managed to reduce the number to dozens. He knew once these patients were cured, hopefully no one else would be infected.

Besides this, Ye Qiu kept recalling what Liliya had said to him.

When Boss Zhong came back and spoke about this virus, Ye Qiu didn’t pay much attention.

He thought that the weather here was so cold that under normal circumstances, a large-scale outbreak of this epidemic couldn’t happen. Quite obviously, it must have been caused by man-made damage to those underground permafrost layers.

These mammoth tusks were originally buried deep underground, in places full of sludge and mud, and yet, people dug them out.

"Ye Qiu, the company is registered, and the necessary licenses will soon be obtained."

"Boss Zhong, you can handle things here then. As for the designers, I will personally find them. Also, for the first batch of furniture pieces, I might design them myself."

Ye Qiu design himself?

Could Ye Qiu be a master furniture designer?

That’s incredible!

At around eight in the evening, Ye Qiu and Zhou Wenting had dinner.

Unexpectedly, Ye Qiu saw Liliya coming over again.

Liliya came to invite Ye Qiu over to her place.

Ye Qiu wanted to invite Zhou Wenting to come along, but Zhou Wenting was unwilling and preferred to stay behind.

Thus, Ye Qiu went over with Liliya on his own.

Arriving at the Gothic-style building where Liliya lived, apart from her, there were a few maids and some bodyguards; today, Yakov, the boss, was not home.

A few days ago, clearing out traitors had caused quite a few casualties internally.

However, Ye Qiu knew that if those people had not died, it might have been Yakov and his daughter in danger instead.

"Ye Qiu, didn’t you want to soak in the hot springs? Shall we go?"

With Zhou Wenting not coming along, Liliya felt much more relaxed, not needing to hide anything in front of her.

"Liliya, I might be going back home in a few days."

"When are you coming back?"

"I don’t know."

He had no idea when he would return to Siberia next.

This time he came because he promised Boss Zhong he would, and also to check out the situation here. He found that there were a lot of resources, but to invest and make money, it would have to start slowly.

"What if I leave here too?"

"Where do you want to go?"

Ye Qiu asked.

To many Europeans, and even Russians, Siberia was considered unsuitable for habitation, but it had vast tracts of land.

This included various resources, which really was profitable.

Back then, a vast expanse of land like Alaska was sold too cheaply by Russia to America.

Now the Russians were deeply regretting it.

Because it was sold far too cheaply.

However, to the other side, all these were seen as loot.

"Wherever you go, I go."

"Even if I agree, your father won’t, right?"

Ye Qiu was correct; Yakov wouldn’t be willing to let his precious daughter leave his side. If she followed Ye Qiu to Jinling, he wouldn’t be able to see her for a long time.

Actually, Liliya had many siblings, but they were all half-siblings, and she rarely saw them.

Yakov definitely had plenty of houses elsewhere too, but he often liked to return here, because of this youngest daughter.

Liliya was born to Yakov late in life, and since she was beautiful and smart, he cherished her like a pearl.

At this moment, Liliya had already taken off her dress, tested the water temperature, and entered the hot spring pool, inviting Ye Qiu to join her.

Ye Qiu took off his clothes and went in. Liliya snuggled up and asked, "Ye Qiu, besides knowing medical skills, what else can you do?"

"I can do everything except give birth."

Everything?

"But you said you can’t fight?"

"I can’t fight, but I can kill."

...

After they got out of the hot spring pool, Liliya took Ye Qiu to her boudoir, which was the room Ye Qiu had broken into.

The lights were on in the room now.

As Ye Qiu looked around, he noticed quite a few oil paintings inside.

Of course, he hadn’t examined them closely that evening.

"Whose paintings are these?"

"I painted them myself."

Europeans love oil paintings, and she definitely learned oil painting.

Oil paintings come in many styles, including vintage, modern, various schools—basically, they are all different. Liliya studied art at a university.

Anyway, her father had plenty of money and had hired many masters to teach her.

But her skill level was just like this now.

"How are they?"

Seeing Ye Qiu’s gaze on the paintings, Liliya quickly asked.

"Very average."

In Ye Qiu’s view, the paintings were quite ordinary.

They looked empty and dull, not eye-catching, nor did they evoke or express emotions.

Upon hearing Ye Qiu’s evaluation, Liliya chuckled, knowing that usually, those so-called masters praised her due to her father’s connections.

Ye Qiu had no need to flatter her.

"Can you paint oil paintings too?"

"Paintings like yours, I can’t paint."

Upon hearing this, Liliya couldn’t help but laugh again, knowing Ye Qiu was deliberately teasing her, and she playfully punched Ye Qiu on the shoulder.

"Why don’t you paint one for me to see."

"Painting demands talent and inspiration; you can’t just paint when you feel like it."

"I wonder if you can really do it, or if you’re just bragging!"

Ye Qiu knew that many significant historical events in Europe were well preserved through paintings by famous artists.

However, now that there are high-resolution cameras, these major historical events are preserved through photographs instead.

"It’s late, if Miss Liliya has nothing else, I’ll be heading back."