Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

The factory currently only ships a little over a million cans per month. If it really expands, it could produce over ten million cans per month, and the production line could keep up with demand even if it runs non-stop.

"I've never even stepped outside the capital city in my entire life." He Yuzhu paused, his eyes slightly unfocused.

"You write out the plan, and I'll go with you on this trip," Lin Quan said decisively.

"What plan?" He Yuzhu looked up.

"For example, you take a new product to Hong Kong for a trial sale, set up a stall to promote it, and negotiate with supermarkets to stock it..." Qin Huairu blurted out.

"Huai Ru, you know this stuff?" Yi Zhonghai was taken aback, his chopsticks stopping in mid-air.

"It was taught by A-Quan. Now that I know all the characters, I can even do the accounting." Qin Huairu's eyes crinkled into a smile.

"Ah Quan, why are you teaching her this?" Yi Zhonghai asked, puzzled.

"I'll start production the day the policy is relaxed and private factories are allowed to operate," Lin Quan answered directly.

"Sister Qin, I'm entrusting the project to you." He Yuzhu didn't stand on ceremony.

"Okay." Qin Huairu nodded in agreement.

Hong Kong is currently under American control, with numerous checkpoints for entry and exit, more stringent than a sieve.

Even if the plan is written flawlessly, passports, approvals, and quotas are all indispensable.

After returning home, Lin Quan prepared the medicine as usual, poured it into a large wooden tub, and steam rose gently.

Before long, Qin Jingru and Qin Huairu entered the house one after the other.

"The medicinal bath is ready. Soak for half an hour, don't be lazy," Lin Quan instructed.

"Aren't you going to soak?" Qin Jingru asked, tilting her head.

"I don't need to take care of my face." Lin Quan turned and went into the study, casually opening a book.

Half an hour later, he strolled into the bathroom and took a scalding hot shower.

Then, after stretching his muscles and bones, he took out two small celadon jars from the cabinet.

"Sister Qin, this face cream can help fade wrinkles."

"Jingru, let me massage your shoulders and neck, and then apply some medicine."

In just five or six days, the fine lines on Qin Huairu's face disappeared completely, and her skin tone became as smooth and even as a freshly peeled egg, with a supple and radiant glow; Qin Jingru, on the other hand, was radiant, and the corners of her eyes and brows relaxed.

Yu Li and Yu Haitang bumped into them, their eyes lit up, and they quickly went up to ask what was going on.

"It's the ointment that A-Quan made," Qin Huairu replied casually.

"Sister Qin, is there any more? Can you spare some for me?" Yu Li asked anxiously.

"We used it all up a long time ago," Qin Huairu said, shrugging her shoulders.

Undeterred, Yu Li tiptoed to the Lin family's door and gently knocked three times.

"What's up?" Lin Quan's voice came from inside the house.

"Ah Quan..." Yu Li explained her purpose.

"The main ingredient of that ointment is wild ginseng that is over eighty years old. It was originally made specifically for Jingru, but she didn't finish it and gave it to Sister Qin—she's probably running out of it too." Lin Quan said sincerely, his words more genuine than gold.

A dozen days later, Lin Quan and He Yuzhu stood side by side, escorted by Liu Dong and Zhang Qiang from the machinery factory's security department, carrying two hundred jars of newly prepared spices, and boarded a flight directly to Hong Kong Airport.

There are daily direct flights from Beijing to Hong Kong.

After landing, I followed the people who picked me up to my apartment.

Before arriving, Lin Quan had already exchanged his RMB for a heavy stack of Hong Kong dollars.

Ninety percent of Hong Kong's daily food and daily necessities are transported from the mainland.

"Wow, the streets are packed with cars, even denser than Beijing!" He Yuzhu's eyes lit up as he clicked his tongue in amazement.

"Life here is comfortable; the average person earns around three hundred a month," Lin Quan casually remarked.

"Ah Quan, how come you know so much about this?" He Yuzhu asked, tilting his head.

"I read a lot of newspapers and listen to the radio frequently..." Lin Quan said with a smile.

"Where exactly is Xiao'e?" He asked in a lower voice, his brow furrowed slightly.

"Let's fill our stomachs first. The matter of finding Lou Xiao'e won't make a difference if we have to eat one more meal." Lin Quan's tone was calm, without the slightest hint of anxiety.

Finding poor people in Hong Kong is like finding a needle in a haystack; but finding the wealthy Lou family is just a matter of following the clues.

Not long after, the four of them pushed open the glass door of a street-side eatery.

"Brother Dong, Brother Qiang, what would you like to eat?" Lin Quan raised his hand to call out.

Liu Dong and Zhang Qiang are 33 years old. They have carried guns and fought in wars. After retiring from the army, they joined the security department of a machinery factory.

Lin Quan was twenty-eight, five years younger than them, but he always addressed them respectfully as "brother".

"Anything is fine, as long as it fills up." Liu Dong grinned.

"This price...tsk." He Yuzhu glanced at the menu and shook his head.

Jiang Hao, with a blue dragon coiled around his arm, sneered and spat out in Cantonese, "If you can't afford it, don't sit here and embarrass yourself!"

"Kid, try shouting again?" Lin Quan's voice turned stern.

"You little pauper, you're really getting worked up over being insulted?" Jiang Hao squinted and shrugged.

"Yuzhu, he's pointing his finger at us and cursing," Lin Quan said, turning his head.

Before he could finish speaking, He Yuzhu had already stood up, taken a step forward, and kicked out – Jiang Hao was sent flying into the air, falling three or four meters away and knocking over two plastic stools.

Lin Quan ordered three dishes and a soup, then pulled out a few Hong Kong dollars and handed them over: "Boss, is this enough?"

"You just wait—" Jiang Hao clutched his back as he got up, uttered these harsh words, and limped out the door.

Hong Kong is currently rife with gangs, and street brawls are commonplace.

The boss, wiping his sweat, repeatedly replied, "Enough! Enough, enough, enough!"

Lin Quan didn't make a move at all—with Yu Zhu blocking the way in front, and Dong Ge and Qiang Ge keeping watch, it wasn't his turn to take action.

On the surface, He Yuzhu is the most capable person in the courtyard;

Liu Dong and Zhang Qiang had served in the army and seen blood; they could take on seven or eight thugs one-on-one as easily as playing around.

As for Lin Quan himself? He possesses 3,000 jin of brute strength hidden in his muscles and bones. If they really started fighting, he might not be able to control his strength, and a single punch could easily kill someone.

Today, Hong Kong is teeming with dozens of triads and societies, totaling no less than a hundred in number.

Lei Biao, the head of the Four Great Detectives, could shake the entire city with a single stomp of his foot, and both the underworld and the legitimate world had to bow their heads in his presence.

To find Lou Xiao'e and to promote the condiment business, these deeply entrenched forces are actually a shortcut.

Lin Quan had already made up his mind: to make connections as soon as possible, to pave the way for the present and to lay the groundwork for the future.

"Mr. Lin, should we retreat first?" Liu Dong asked in a low voice.

"No need." Lin Quan waved his hand and then began to explain to the three of them the rules, connections, and undercurrents of Hong Kong.

"Are you planning to wait for him to bring reinforcements?" Zhang Qiang understood immediately.

"That's right—it's best if we can reach an agreement, but if we can't, we'll beat him until he's willing to talk." Lin Quan looked relaxed, but he knew what was going on: Hong Kong had secretly sent more than twenty people to keep watch and protect him, and if he hadn't been so sharp-eyed, he wouldn't have noticed them at all.

"There are only four of us, and we don't have any weapons. It's not a big deal if I get hurt, but if you get injured, we won't be able to explain it when we get back." Liu Dong frowned. People who have been on the battlefield are not afraid of bloodshed, but they are afraid of not being able to protect those they should protect.

"Raindrop's fists and my legs are no match for you." Lin Quan picked up his teacup and gently blew on it.

He had barely taken a couple of bites of his food when Jiang Hao, leading a dozen or so burly thugs, blocked the doorway.

Lin Quan put down his chopsticks and looked at Liu Dong with a smile: "Brother Dong, Brother Qiang, are these enough to warm up?"

"Piece of cake." Liu Dong rolled up his sleeves and stood up—a dozen or so unarmed thugs couldn't withstand a single blow from a veteran.