Chapter 2159 - 2119: Portrait of Gambino X

Although Ye Qiu is from Huaxia and doesn’t seem very strong, the methods he used to solve the crisis for Mattio are not something ordinary people could achieve.

Without that kind of determination, it couldn’t be done at all.

Ye Qiu smiled; after sitting down, a maid brought coffee and a cigar.

These Mafia bosses love nothing more than smoking cigars.

Of course, people from Europe and America probably love them as well, as they have a calming effect over time.

Now, the pruned cigar was placed in front of Gambino X, who picked it up, lit it, and began smoking. However, he noticed his hands wouldn’t stop trembling.

Yet, no one dared to laugh at him.

Ye Qiu didn’t want to smoke a cigar, finding the taste quite pungent.

Of course, his father, Ye Weidong, likes the taste of these cigars now.

"Dr. Ye, do you find me ridiculous?"

If it weren’t for his physical condition, he could still hold that position, but now he can’t, having to rely on a wheelchair even to walk.

Besides having to outsmart the government, he also has to deal with internal conflicts.

"Your illness is called Parkinson’s and is common among elderly people, especially Westerners."

"Can it be cured?" Gambino asked hurriedly.

"It’s nothing. Since cancer can be cured, this is just a minor illness."

"Really?" Gambino X still found it hard to believe.

"Yes, it is."

"That’s wonderful, Dr. Ye. When can you treat me?"

"I can do it now."

After sending Gambino X back to his room, he was told to sit and close his eyes to relax and rest. Gambino X didn’t know what to do.

However, he almost fell asleep and, when he woke up, found that Dr. Ye was not in the room. For a moment, he thought he had a nightmare.

Of course, as a boss like himself, he generally doesn’t trust ordinary people.

He even trusts his family less.

In such an environment, he’s seen too many betrayals from his own people.

But earlier, he didn’t suspect Ye Qiu of doing anything harmful to him.

Soon, Gambino X discovered that his hands had stopped trembling, and so had his feet.

Even his head, which used to shake involuntarily, was now completely steady.

Having been in a wheelchair for many years, as he stood up from it, he initially took slow steps and was a bit unsteady. But soon, he adapted and found that familiar feeling had returned.

He no longer needed anyone to push his wheelchair or to follow beside him.

He could do it himself.

When Gambino X came out of the room, he saw Dr. Ye sitting there reading the book "The Godfather."

This "Godfather" book was actually based on his grandfather’s life, which was adapted into a movie and became one of the world’s most admired individuals.

Of course, it surely contains some embellishments.

But now, Gambino X especially admires how his grandfather single-handedly and painstakingly supported the family back then.

"Dr. Ye, I feel great now!"

Ye Qiu had already come out.

He noticed the place was filled with books about Gambino and the Mafia Organization.

When he picked one up to read, the maid simply brought him a cup of coffee and left.

"The Parkinson’s disease you had is now gone."

"Really?" Gambino X realized it was indeed wonderful.

"I still don’t know how to thank you."

"I haven’t had dinner yet."

Dinner?

Looking at the time, it was already eight or nine in the evening.

At this time, one should have already had dinner.

After Gambino clapped his hands, a middle-aged man who looked like a butler came over, and Gambino X instructed him to prepare a lavish dinner.

"Dr. Ye, I really like your painting. If you could paint a portrait for me, money is not an issue."

A portrait?

These Western celebrities indeed love commissioning others to paint portraits of them, just like getting photographed by a camera now.

Thus, many important figures and significant historical events in Europe and America can be captured in portraits.

Oil paintings bear the closest resemblance to photographs.

Some oil paintings even look very much like photos.

"Sure," Ye Qiu said.

He didn’t mention the price.

Once he finished the painting, the other party would certainly prepare a check for him.

"Let’s have dinner first, and then I’ll finish the painting tonight. I have to treat someone else tomorrow."

Gambino X knew that Ye Qiu had to treat the wealthy.

After half an hour, the Western meal was ready.

When Ye Qiu sat down, he noticed the Western meal was truly sumptuous, including top-grade caviar, black truffles, and foie gras.

But honestly, Ye Qiu didn’t enjoy eating these things.

These items were considered precious merely because they were rare and appeared expensive and noble.

In fact, whenever Ye Qiu tasted caviar, he found it somewhat fishy.

As for other Western cuisines, they seemed much the same to him.

After a simple meal, Ye Qiu also drank two glasses of red wine. By then, people had prepared canvas, paints, and brushes as Ye Qiu had requested.

Ye Qiu was in the room alone.

He had already conceived the design for the portrait.

Besides highlighting Gambino X’s elegance, it also had to reflect his identity and background.

Therefore, the portrait was dominated by a black-and-white theme.

Of course, this black-and-white was not meant to resemble a death portrait.

Additionally, he included the symbol of the Mafia Organization and a scepter symbolizing power, making it very imposing.

With the layout and arrangement all planned out, Ye Qiu began painting.

The oil painting was not very large, making it relatively easy to complete.

Ye Qiu painted for about four to five hours, finishing around midnight, achieving perfect success with the oil painting.

Ye Qiu took a look at it, then stepped out of the room.

"Dr. Ye, how is it?"

"Is the painting done?" Gambino X asked.

"It’s done, but I need to go back to rest now."

"I’ll have someone drive you back."

When Ye Qiu stepped outside, got in the Cadillac Escalade, a middle-aged man in a black suit drove him back to William Manor.

By the time they returned to William Manor, it was already past 1 a.m.

Ye Qiu got out of the car and quietly went back to his room in the villa.

Entering the room quietly, he saw Miranda sleeping peacefully.

He quietly got in, took a bath, and continued his cultivation by the window.

Next morning, Ye Qiu opened his eyes while Miranda on the bed was still asleep.