Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

As soon as the alarm sounded, regardless of day or night, men, women, and children, both inside and outside the city, took off running.

After spending a lively New Year with Yu Zhu and the others, Lin Quan and Qin Jingru boarded the plane with their bags.

The plane ticket wasn't cheap, but he really didn't care about that small amount of money.

In the blink of an eye, he was already on Earth, safely on a plane.

"Brother Quan, if it weren't for Bang Geng and the others looking after her, Sister Qin would have flown to Hong Kong with us long ago," Qin Jingru said softly.

"Once things are settled here, I'll bring Sister Qin over right away," Lin Quan replied with a smile.

The plane landed smoothly at Xiangjiang Airport, and the two drove straight to the villa in Shanshui Bay.

"Brother Quan, this...is our home?" Qin Jingru's eyes lit up, and her voice rose.

"Yes, this is where we're staying in Hong Kong." Lin Quan nodded.

They cleaned everything inside and out, even draining the old water from the swimming pool and filling it with fresh spring water.

After a thoroughly enjoyable workout, Lin Quan stretched out on the sofa, still feeling unsatisfied.

The next morning, Lin Quan and Qin Jingru arrived at Long Fei's residence.

"Mr. Lin!" Long Fei greeted him with a beaming smile—his secret seasonings had already been distributed to Dongdao, Huguo, Langguo, and even exported to Luoguo; this business alone brought in several million Hong Kong dollars every month.

"This is my wife, Qin Jingru, the head of the Nanxing Society. You can just call her Mr. Long," Lin Quan introduced.

"Mr. Long." Qin Jingru nodded gracefully.

"Oh my, it's your sister-in-law! Mr. Lin is so lucky!" Long Fei laughed heartily.

"Mr. Long, could you please help Jingru obtain a Hong Kong identity?" Lin Quan asked.

"A piece of cake." Long Fei readily agreed—for him, creating a thousand identities was easier than brewing a cup of tea.

After taking his pulse, Lin Quan picked up a pen and wrote a prescription: "Mr. Long has accumulated many old injuries in his body..."

The Nanxing gang made a living by collecting protection money and blacksmithing; they never touched the flour business.

If Long Fei falls, he will lose a suitable ally.

"Mr. Lin, you also know medicine?" Long Fei asked in surprise.

"Practice makes perfect, and medicine is essential—what's so strange about someone who practices martial arts also having some medical knowledge?" Lin Quan said calmly.

With Long Fei's help, Qin Jingru successfully obtained Hong Kong citizenship, and Lin Quan also quietly acquired dozens of registered companies.

That afternoon, Lin Quan handed over several kilograms of diamonds with extremely high clarity.

He then bought a sturdy Jeep and, through Long Fei's arrangement, sent Qin Jingru to Catholic Shangde Middle School.

A few days later, a construction team moved into his thousand-acre property.

To prepare for the major earthquake a few years later, Lin Quan prioritized building warehouses, office buildings, employee dormitories, and standard factory buildings.

If an earthquake doesn't occur, these empty warehouses can be used as factory storage.

If they really come, the warehouse will be full of life-saving supplies.

Before construction even began, he had already moved mountains of building materials from the other side of the world, piling them up like small hills.

A five-meter-high reinforced concrete wall has been erected around the thousand-acre site.

"Try the new phone to see if it works."

At exactly 8 p.m., Lin Quan picked up the receiver and dialed a number.

"Feed?" Qin Huairu's voice came, carrying a familiar languidness.

"Sister Qin, what are you busy with?" Lin Quan asked.

"What can I possibly be busy with?" Qin Huairu asked with a hint of complaint in her voice.

"Is it convenient for you to talk?" he asked again.

"It's just me," she answered decisively.

"Did you miss me?" Lin Quan teased her with a grin.

"What do you think?" she countered.

"What do you miss about me?" he asked in a low voice, his mischievous side resurfacing.

A moment later, Qin Jingru took the microphone and chatted with Qin Huairu for more than ten minutes.

Before leaving, Lin Quan installed a telephone line in the courtyard.

He also let Qin Huairu move into that courtyard.

I can't go back for a while, and an empty house will easily decay.

Having acquired a complete copy of Earth, he had long since lost any attachment to that old house in Beijing.

His name is printed on the property certificate—as long as he doesn't give in, no one can take away even a single brick or tile.

"Jingru will be out of school soon."

Lin Quan glanced at the Patek Philippe on his wrist, started the Jeep, and headed straight for the Catholic Shangde Middle School.

"Tsk, Shangde High School actually has such a heavenly beauty hidden away?"

The girl who walked out of the school gate was stunningly beautiful. Lin Quan paused slightly and his gaze fell on her.

"Still staring?" Qin Jingru climbed into the passenger seat, scolding him playfully, but then rolled her eyes with a flirtatious air.

"Do you know her?" Lin Quan gestured with his chin toward the receding figure.

"Zhao Ya, my classmate." Qin Jingru didn't hide anything, raising an eyebrow and smiling, "Brother Quan, are you interested?"

"Yes." Lin Quan nodded frankly. A man full of vigor, he never hesitated to express his appreciation for beautiful women.

These days, it's not uncommon for wealthy men in Hong Kong to have multiple wives and concubines.

"Drive over there and give her a ride," Qin Jingru said, pursing her lips and making up her mind.

The car came to a smooth stop on the side of the street, and Lin Quan opened the car door.

Qin Jingru poked her head out, her smile bright and clear: "Zhao Ya, get in the car, I'll give you a ride home."

Zhao Ya agreed and deftly opened the back door and got in.

"This is my husband, Zhong Guohong, and this is my classmate, Zhao Ya," Qin Jingru introduced them naturally.

"Hello, Brother Hong." Zhao Ya greeted him in a natural and generous manner.

"Okay." Lin Quan nodded, then turned and asked, "Where are you staying?"

Zhao Ya gave the address in a clear and crisp voice.

We chatted idly along the way, the street scenes outside the car window slowly passing by, and before we knew it, we had stopped outside the iron gate of the Zhao family.

"Thank you!" Zhao Ya said with a smile, got out of the car, and turned to walk towards the courtyard gate.

The two found a small restaurant nearby to fill their stomachs, and then Lin Quan drove back to the Shanshuiwan Villa.

He tamed Qin Jingru again that night and slept soundly until six in the morning.

After returning from school, Lin Quan began to think about ways to make money.

Gold and diamonds are valuable, but you can't live off jewelry for the rest of your life.

"Making movies is a quick way to make money; last year's top-grossing film earned over two million Hong Kong dollars."

"I registered Yaoyang Entertainment Company a long time ago. I can start filming as soon as I assemble a team."

"But the real reason I came to Hong Kong was to help revitalize the industries on the other side—filming has gone astray."

"How about this: Yaoyang R&D Company provides the technology, and the factory on the other side of the strait takes over the production line, allowing for simultaneous development on two fronts!"

"We haven't even gotten a warehouse yet, let's rent a building first and put the entertainment company's sign up."

When he first arrived in Hong Kong, he received five million Hong Kong dollars from Lung Fei.

A few days ago, I gave Long Fei several kilograms of diamonds. Once they are cashed out, I'll definitely make another 50 million.

They quickly rented a six-story old building and hung a bronze plaque that read "Yaoyang Entertainment Company" on the door.

"Let's leave the hiring to Long Fei."

Back in Shanshui Bay, Lin Quan dialed Long Fei's number.

"Yaoyang Entertainment's staff should be fully staffed as soon as possible; Yaoyang Security Company also needs to be established quickly."

On a whim, he dialed Wang Yaoxin, the director of the Hong Kong office.

He only felt truly at ease after all the security personnel were transferred from the other side of the strait.

As for issues like identity registration and self-defense equipment, Long Fei could easily resolve them with a wave of his hand.