Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

"That's too ruthless." Long Fei shook his head and chuckled.

"The benefits will be shared by everyone, so can you give me a fair figure?" Lin Quan spread his hands, completely open and honest.

The seasonings shipped to Hong Kong have more refined packaging and a richer flavor; they are no longer the same as the earlier ones.

The cost per can was reduced to 18 cents, and it was sold for 30 cents, resulting in a net profit of 12 cents, more than doubling the profit.

"One 1.5 yuan per can, in Yanhuang coins, is that okay?" Long Fei didn't push the price down too much—the ingredients were cheap, but the taste was expensive because of the craftsmanship; the same dish, cooked by a master chef, would be much more expensive.

Lin Quan pretended to ponder for a moment: "We'll ship the goods to Shenzhou, and you can send someone to pick them up yourself."

"Order one million cans first." Long Fei nodded and made the decision.

Once the details were finalized, Lin Quan sent He Yuzhu, Liu Dong, and Zhang Qiang back to contact the rear.

"Does Mr. Lin have any other instructions?" Long Fei asked, taking the initiative to speak when the conversation paused.

"I want to buy some land in Hong Kong," Lin Quan said bluntly.

"How much do you want?" Long Fei asked bluntly.

"How about gold and diamonds?" Lin Quan asked instead of answering.

"No problem." Long Fei nodded.

"How is the land price calculated?" Lin Quan then asked.

"The price difference is huge depending on the location," Long Fei said truthfully.

Hong Kong's property market and land prices have fallen for three consecutive years, and are only now beginning to show signs of recovery.

Seeing that the price was reasonable, Lin Quan immediately became interested.

With the situation on the other side of the strait still unresolved, Hong Kong is the safest springboard for starting businesses.

After chatting with Long Fei for a while, we took a car back to our lodgings.

As night deepened and all was quiet, Lin Quan quietly returned to Earth and swept through more than twenty jewelry stores in one go.

The next morning, he briefly explained a few words to He Yuzhu and left alone by car.

He found a secluded corner and took out an old leather suitcase from the earth.

He drove straight to Longfei Villa and immediately asked, "I'm looking for your boss."

"Mr. Lin," Zheng Jian bowed and stepped aside to lead the way, "Please come in."

Upon entering the living room, Lin Quan placed his suitcase next to the sofa and sat down comfortably.

"Mr. Lin!" Long Fei greeted him with a warm smile.

"Everything's here." Lin Quan snapped open the box.

Golden light and fiery colors exploded simultaneously, causing Long Fei's pupils to shrink and his breath to catch in his throat.

"I want five million Hong Kong dollars in cash, a ready-built villa in Shanshui Bay, plus a thousand acres of developed land nearby," Lin Quan said calmly, each word clear.

Long Fei had someone quickly appraise the price, and after a moment nodded: "Deal."

The villa in Shanshui Bay is worth less than a million yuan; a thousand acres of land would cost at most eighty million yuan.

The gold bars and diamonds in the box, when converted into cash, would be worth at least 120 million.

"Get me Hong Kong residency," Lin Quan said.

"Sure." Long Fei readily agreed; for him, this was just a piece of cake.

In Hong Kong, both the legitimate and criminal worlds have always followed Chief Detective Lei Biao's lead, and the Nan Hing Society is no exception.

He had been giving Lei Biao generous gifts and paving the way for him for years. Getting a legal identity was a piece of cake for him.

In less than three days, Long Fei had taken care of everything, including his household registration, the villa in Shanshui Bay, and the land under his name.

"From now on in Hong Kong, I am Chung Kwok-hung."

His mother's surname was Zhong in both her past and present lives, so he simply continued to use that surname for peace of mind.

As he strolled to the front of the villa in Shanshui Bay, he looked around and felt a sense of relief.

The detached house, covering more than 1,800 square meters, features an outdoor swimming pool, white walls, and a gray roof. When the sea breeze blows, the courtyard is filled with a refreshing atmosphere...

He pulled out the land deeds again, glanced at the thousands of acres of land under his name, and Lin Quan's lips curled up, unable to hide his smile.

He took out several gold ingots and asked Longfei to find someone to build a high wall overnight, completely enclosing the entire area.

At 9:00 a.m. the next day, Zheng Jian knocked on the door precisely on time.

"What's up?" Lin Quan asked, looking up.

"Mr. Lin, we've found a lead on Ms. Lou." Zheng Jian's voice was filled with barely concealed excitement.

"Really?" Lin Quan leaned forward slightly.

"It's all here." Zheng Jian handed over a brown paper bag.

"Thank you for your hard work, Brother Zheng." Lin Quan casually slipped five hundred Hong Kong dollars into his hand.

"Mr. Sherlin!" Zheng Jian beamed, his fingers lightening as he gripped the banknotes.

"You can go back now." Lin Quan waved his hand, opened the paper bag, and began to read it carefully, page by page.

The information was complete, the photos were clear, and even the current situation of three generations of the Lou family was clearly listed.

"He Yang? Yu Zhu's son, just turned two years old."

"Lou Xiao'e remarried? Poor Yuzhu, that silly boy..."

He pondered silently for a moment, then turned and pushed open the door to the next room.

"Ah Quan, is there any news about Xiao'e?" He Yuzhu immediately came up to her.

"She got married." Lin Quan handed her the paper bag.

"They've already had a baby?" He Yuzhu stared at the chubby little boy in the photo, his face turning pale instantly.

"Look carefully before you cry—this child is yours, what's the rush?" Lin Quan snorted irritably.

"My son? His name is He Yang?" He Yuzhu's eyes welled up with tears, and his voice trembled.

"My own flesh and blood." Lin Quan paused. "What do you plan to do about it?"

"I want to see Xiao'e and hug Yangyang." He Yuzhu clenched his fist.

"Come on, I'll go with you." Lin Quan grabbed his coat and walked out.

The two drove straight to the Lou family's house. When they pushed open the door, Lou Xiao'e was breastfeeding He Yang, and Xu Manhua was sitting to the side knitting. The house was so quiet that they could hear the sound of the waves outside the window.

Lou Xiao'e looked up in surprise, her eyes darting around as if she had been burned by something.

"I heard...you got married?" He Yuzhu's voice was low and hoarse.

"Who told you that?" Her fingertips trembled, and the baby bottle almost slipped from her grasp.

"Is he my son?" He Yuzhu stared at the child, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down.

"Mmm." She lowered her eyes, neither dodging nor denying it.

"I'll take him back to Beijing," He Yuzhu said.

"No," she said firmly. "I absolutely will not agree."

"His surname is He, and I am his father."

"I carried her for ten months and gave birth to her." She raised her face, her gaze sharp as a knife.

"You married someone else, but I never married."

"Let's go inside and talk," Xu Manhua said, putting down her knitting needles with a furrowed brow.

"Thank you, Aunt Xu." He Yuzhu gritted his teeth. Back in the courtyard house, he used to call her Mom. Now that her daughter has married someone else, he has to change his address. Even the way he addresses her feels like there's a layer of glass between them, making her seem distant.

Lou Xiao'e came from a privileged background, and her words and actions carried an undeniable air of authority.

When the Lou family moved south, it coincided with the collapse of the Hong Kong property market. The Lou family had plenty of money and took the opportunity to buy a lot of residential buildings and land at rock-bottom prices.

With the market recovery in the past two years, my assets have more than doubled.

The environment nurtures people; this is certainly true.

Lou Xiao'e, who grew up in luxury, was taught to be calculating and petty by Xu Damao when she lived in the courtyard house. After more than two years in Hong Kong, she was surrounded by buying and selling, price fluctuations, contracts, and dividends, and her mind gradually became more money-oriented.

When she first arrived, she still harbored feelings for He Yuzhu; but her parents looked down on a cook who only worked at the stove, and through persistent pleading, they pushed her into another marriage before He Yang was even a year old.

Now that an old friend has suddenly come to her door, the fleeting glint in her eyes cannot conceal the surging regret beneath.