Courtyard House: Time Traveler Not Yet a Ghost

Yacht industry:

Liva: Holds 15% of the shares, with a market value of approximately US$200 million.

Ferretti: Holds 10% stake, with a market value of approximately US$150 million.

He would only occasionally visit the piers in Hong Kong to see these yachts, and the number of times he actually rode on them could be counted on one hand.

There are also other luxury brand shares: Hermès, Louis Vuitton, Chanel, etc., with a total market value of about one billion US dollars. It would be convenient to buy some bags and jewelry for Xue Ru and her daughters.

He Damin looked at these things and shook his head slightly. To be honest, he didn't really care about these items. When he bought them, he just wanted to find a place to preserve the value of his money and leave some savings for his children. Now, looking at them, hey, they've really appreciated a lot, so it wasn't a waste of money.

[Media Group Section]

Asia TV.

Upon seeing this, He Damin was reminded of He Yushui's energetic and decisive nature. This girl was truly a natural businesswoman. In just over a decade, she had transformed a small television station into the largest media group in Southeast Asia.

It owns Asia Satellite Television's Chinese channel, English channel, news channel, financial channel, sports channel, and movie channel, with signal coverage in 53 countries and regions, reaching an audience of over 500 million. Its annual revenue alone is approximately US$1.5 billion.

Yuen Long Film City: Spanning 1,200 acres, it boasts a diverse range of film and television productions, including Ming and Qing dynasty streets, Republican-era neighborhoods, northern-style mansions, and southern-style arcade streets. It is Asia's largest film and television shooting base, attracting over 200 film crews annually and generating approximately $300 million in revenue.

The cinema chain opened over 300 cinemas in Southeast Asia, with a total of over 1,000 screens. Annual box office revenue was approximately $800 million.

Looking at these numbers, He Damin felt quite happy for Yu Shui. She was a capable person, but unfortunately... it was a pity that this girl was too ambitious and was still single, saying she wanted to focus on her career first. Oh well, let her be.

He didn't think any further and turned to the next page.

[Ocean Shipping Section]

The ocean shipping company owns 62 cargo ships with a total tonnage of 2.3 million tons, which resemble moving mountains when they sail the seas. Its routes cover major ports worldwide, keeping it busy year-round. Annual transportation revenue is approximately US$1.2 billion.

Port investments: Holding shares in ports in Hong Kong, Singapore, Rotterdam, and New York, with annual dividends of approximately US$200 million.

He Damin closed the thick document, leaned back in his chair, and let out a long sigh of relief. His bones felt much more relaxed.

Outside the window, the warm sunshine felt wonderful on my skin. In the distance, Victoria Harbour shimmered with a deep blue-green hue, sparkling like scattered diamonds under the sun. Several massive cargo ships, billowing wisps of black smoke and sounding their horns, slowly sailed out of the harbor and headed into the distance.

He closed his eyes and began to mentally calculate the overall situation.

Banks: $80 billion in assets.

Patent licensing: $4.5 billion annually.

Chip sales: $1.8 billion annually.

Satellite services: communications plus positioning, $2 billion annually.

Media conglomerate: Combined with satellite TV, film studios, and cinemas, it has an annual revenue of US$2.6 billion.

Ocean shipping: Transportation plus port dividends, annual revenue of US$1.4 billion.

Manufacturing stocks: automobiles, airplanes, yachts, etc., with a total market value of approximately five billion US dollars.

Luxury goods stocks: Total market capitalization of approximately one billion US dollars.

Cash reserves: Approximately US$12 billion, readily available on the books.

Gold reserves: 200 tons of solid gold bars, enough to fill a small room, worth approximately $200 million at current prices.

Silver reserves: 1 billion taels. This stuff takes up a lot of space, but it's also hard currency, worth about 2 billion US dollars.

There are also antique paintings, calligraphy, jewelry and jade, all of which are old items. Some of them were brought from his previous world, and some were collected in recent years. They are simply priceless.

He Damin opened his eyes and couldn't help but smile. So much money, more than he could spend in several lifetimes. But he knew very well that money wasn't the most important thing; you couldn't take it with you when you died. The most important thing was that he had Xue Ru, six lively children, and a complete family. He himself possessed cultivation, was in excellent health, and had a bright future to look forward to. That was enough.

With a creak, the study door was pushed open.

Chen Xueru walked in carrying a white porcelain bowl containing a thick stew of white fungus and lotus seeds, still steaming with wisps of heat. The sweet aroma mixed with the bitter taste of lotus seeds filled the entire study.

"Settling accounts again?" She gently placed the bowl beside He Damin's hand, her voice soft.

He Damin picked up a spoon, scooped up a spoonful, and put it in his mouth. The warm, sweet soup slid down his throat, making him squint his eyes in comfort. "Forget it, forget it. Anyway, I can't figure it out, the more I try, the more my head spins."

Chen Xueru chuckled, her eyes crinkling with a gentle, serene beauty. "Then what was that all about, staring so intently at that pile of papers just now?"

"How much money do we have?" He Damin answered honestly.

"And then?" She sat down next to the desk, resting her chin on her hand as she looked at him.

"Then I realized I had too much money, more than I could spend." He Damin smacked his lips and took another bite of soup.

Chen Xueru shook her head, reached out and gently patted his arm, and said reproachfully, "You're just talking big."

He Damin put down his bowl, reached out and pulled her into his arms, letting her sit on his lap. The warm, soft flesh in his arms, the faint, sweet fragrance emanating from her, was more pleasant than anything else. "I'm not exaggerating, it's true. Look," he said, pointing to the documents on the table.

Chen Xueru leaned on his shoulder, staring at the thick stack of papers, her gaze somewhat unfocused. "Brother Damin, tell me, what are we doing all this for, saving all this money?"

He Damin put his arm around her waist, thought for a moment, and said earnestly, "For the children."

"The children are still young, how could they understand these things?" Chen Xueru's voice lowered.

"They don't understand now, but they will when they grow up. Then, we'll leave these things to them." He Damin gently patted her back.

Chen Xueru didn't say anything more, but just hugged him tighter, buried her face in the crook of his neck, and felt her warm breath on his skin.

Outside the window, the sun shines brightly, warm and pleasant. The pomegranate tree in the yard is lush and leafy, laden with bright red pomegranates, each one round and heavy, bending the branches low—a truly delightful sight.

Looking at the tree, He Damin felt as if he had been transported back many years to when he first arrived in this era. Back then, he had nothing but a cultivation level that others couldn't comprehend, and a mind full of memories of the future. He lived in a small, dilapidated house and ate simple meals. Now, he had a beautiful and virtuous wife, six adorable children, countless riches, and this grand house overlooking the entire Hong Kong skyline.

A warm feeling suddenly welled up inside him. These material possessions were important, but they weren't the most fundamental thing. The most important thing was that he had a home, a home that truly belonged to him.

"Xue Ru," he called softly.

"Hmm?" Chen Xueru responded in his arms, her voice muffled.

"Thank you."

Chen Xueru looked up at him, her eyes sparkling, a little puzzled: "Thank me for what?"

"Thank you for marrying me." He Damin looked into her eyes and said, word by word, "Thank you for giving me six children. Thank you for being with me all these years."

Chen Xueru's eyes instantly reddened, and glistening tears welled up in them. She sniffed, her voice trembling slightly, "Brother Damin, why...why are you suddenly saying this?"

He Damin smiled and reached out to wipe the tears from the corners of her eyes. "It's nothing, I just suddenly felt like saying it."

He lowered his head and gently placed a warm kiss on her smooth forehead, carrying his heartfelt sentiments.

Outside the window, a gentle breeze rustled through the pomegranate tree leaves, as if they were laughing softly or blessing the people inside.

In the evening, school let out. The villa quickly returned to its morning liveliness.

Yuan An, that kid, rushed into the study like a little cannonball. He threw his schoolbag on the ground with a "thud," not even bothering to pick it up, and pounced on He Damin, looking up at him with bright, sparkling eyes, full of a desire for praise.

"Dad! Dad! I got first place today! I got a hundred on my math test!"

He Damin put down his book, reached out and patted his fluffy head; it felt so good. "Not bad, Yuan'an, you've improved! What kind of reward do you want?"

Yuan An tilted his head, thought for a moment, and then shouted excitedly, "I want to see Uncle Bruce Lee's movie! The new one, 'Enter the Dragon'! All my classmates say it's great, the fight scenes are really intense!"

He Damin paused slightly when he heard the name "Bruce Lee." Time flies. The martial artist who sweated on the silver screen and brought glory to the Chinese people is already... He sighed softly to himself.

"Okay," he patted Yuan An's head and agreed, "Dad will take you and your older brothers and sisters to see it this weekend."

"Yay! Long live Dad!" Yuan An cheered and ran out like a gust of wind, probably to show off to his older brother and sister.

The other children also came in one after another.

Yuanping was still the same as always. He quietly walked to the sofa, sat down, took out a book from his bag, and started reading by the light from the window. He was not making any noise at all.

The two girls, Yuan Ning and Yuan Jing, huddled together, whispering about what dresses to wear to the movies on the weekend—whether to wear pink or blue.

The twins, Yuanqing and Yuankang, started arguing as soon as they entered the door over the last piece of chocolate in their pockets. They pulled and tugged at each other, neither willing to give in.

The sounds of Chen Xueru cooking came from the kitchen, and the aroma of food gradually filled the air, warm and comforting.