Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

The two were used to being meticulous and thrifty. Even if their skills weren't top-notch, they were still quite adept at checking, monitoring, and organizing accounts.

"Yuzhu has been the factory manager of a condiment factory for so many years. Bringing him over to be the general manager wouldn't be a bad idea. If all else fails, we can give him a capable assistant. The first rule for choosing people is that loyalty is more important than ability."

"Yi Zhonghai understands machinery and knows how to repair equipment. He will retire next year, so he is more than capable of temporarily serving as the maintenance supervisor."

"Liu Haizhong is too obsessed with officialdom, and his abilities can't keep up. This person can't be used."

After finishing his martial arts practice that evening, Lin Quan told Qin Jingru about his plans to go to the capital.

The next morning, he boarded a flight to Beijing.

Just after 2 p.m., Lin Quan stepped into the courtyard house.

Yan Bugui, who lived in the front yard, immediately brightened up when he saw her: "A-Quan is back!"

"Uncle, there's something I'd like to discuss with you," Lin Quan said with a smile.

"Come in and sit down!" Yan Bugui hurriedly invited him in.

"I've acquired several properties in Hong Kong and plan to invite you two to come and manage the finance department—the director position, one thousand dollars per person per month, how about it?" As soon as Lin Quan finished speaking, the air went silent for a beat.

"A thousand a month?" Yan Bugui's eyes widened in disbelief, as if he had been struck by lightning.

"Let's set this number for now. Once the factory starts making real money, we'll give you a raise immediately." Lin Quan smiled confidently, his tone exuding an undeniable air of authority.

"I... I'll think about it some more." Yan Bugui unconsciously twisted the hem of his clothes with his fingers, his brows furrowed.

"Uncle, if you and Aunt are really willing to work with me, then you should thoroughly understand this charter." Lin Quan gently pushed a neatly bound stack of documents in front of him.

"Done!" Yan Bugui nodded heavily, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down.

At dinner time, Lin Quan clinked glasses with He Yuzhu and Yi Zhonghai again, chatting as they ate. His words were weighty and resonated deeply.

The night was deep and all was quiet. Qin Huairu pushed open the door to the master bedroom, her skirt sweeping across the wooden floor without making a sound.

"Sister Qin, did you miss me?" Lin Quan leaned against the headboard, a smile playing on her lips.

"What do you think?" Qin Huairu rolled her eyes at him, but her eyes shone with a soft light.

"I miss you." His voice lowered, like honey-coated sand.

"I miss you too." She tiptoed up to him and wrapped her arms around his broad, strong back.

"Go take a shower first." He pulled her up in his arms, scooped her up, and strode towards the bathroom.

After a thoroughly enjoyable workout of over an hour, my muscles and bones felt completely relaxed, so I fell asleep immediately and slept soundly for a long time.

After Lin Quan gave him several pointers, He Yuzhu, who was already worried about his eldest son He Yang, finally decided to go to Hong Kong.

No sooner had he left than Nan Yi took over the seal of office of the condiment factory.

Director Li didn't try to trip them up—this factory is vital to foreign exchange, who would dare to mess with it?

With monthly shipments of over 12 million cans, converted to Hong Kong dollars, the total income is a steady 19 million HKD.

The highly sought-after job, with an annual income of over 230 million yuan, has long been coveted by powerful figures from all walks of life.

After several days of coaxing Qin Huairu until her heart was pounding, Lin Quan finally packed his bags, boarded the plane, and flew directly to Hong Kong.

"If Sister Qin really went to Hong Kong with me, how could she leave Jia Zhangshi and Jia Geng behind and just stay in Beijing all day?"

Shortly after landing, Lin Quan acquired two detached villas, No. 35 and No. 53, in the Shanshuiwan Villa District.

"Two apartments aren't enough; we'll add some more three-bedroom, two-living-room apartments."

On second thought, he bought eight more apartments in one go.

"Each unit is 135 square meters, with three bedrooms, two living rooms, one kitchen, and two bathrooms, which is very convenient."

How should the eight apartments be divided? One apartment for Qin Jingru's parents, one apartment for Qin Huairu's parents, one apartment for Jia Zhangshi's family, one apartment for Yan Bugui and his wife, one apartment for He Yuzhu to live in alone, and the remaining three apartments will be left vacant for unforeseen circumstances.

Lin Quan never intended to give the house away for free—he only wanted to lend it to someone, not give it away, just to have a place to stay.

At exactly nine o'clock that morning, Lin Quan stepped into the coffee shop on the street corner.

A middle-aged man in a dark gray suit stood up to greet him and tentatively asked, "Mr. Zhong?"

"Mr. Zhang?" Lin Quan extended his hand, his palm warm and strong.

Zhang Yi, 41, has long made a name for himself in Hong Kong's legal profession, handling countless cases and earning a solid reputation.

"I am very satisfied with the terms offered by Mr. Zhong. I wonder what your expectations are for me?" Zhang Yi asked directly, his brows revealing his competence.

Lin Quan beckoned a waiter and ordered two cups of freshly brewed coffee before slowly speaking: "Attorney Zhang, I have just registered Yaoyang Law Firm and would like to invite you to serve as the general manager. Recruiting, establishing systems, and setting rules are all up to you."

"How are the base salaries for other lawyers determined?" Zhang Yi pressed.

"Lawyers receive a base salary of one thousand per month, plus a 30% commission on cases; non-lawyer employees share five percent of the company's net profit." Lin Quan spoke slowly and clearly.

As for Zhang Yi himself, his base salary is 2,000 yuan, plus 10% of the company's net profit.

"How much start-up capital do you need?" Zhang Yi asked again.

"Not including the venue and office equipment, it starts at one million Hong Kong dollars." Lin Quan said casually, as if he were just taking out pocket money.

The benefits of establishing Yaoyang Legal Services are tangible—with our own legal team, we no longer need to ask around for favors or be subservient when facing lawsuits in the future.

US dollars, Hong Kong dollars? He can have as much as he wants. He could replicate the Earth, amass mountains of gold and diamonds, and sell enough timber to overwhelm even the world's richest man.

For him, anything that can be solved with money is something he won't bother with.

"Mr. Zhong, would it be convenient for you to take me to see the company?" Zhang Yi put down his coffee cup, his gaze intense.

"Let's go." Lin Quan paid the bill, got up, led him into the garage, and drove straight to the Yaoyang Entertainment Company building.

The factory, warehouse, office building... even the employee dormitory is still on the drawing board. Right now, Yaoyang Security Company and Yaoyang Legal Company are all crammed into the building where Yaoyang Entertainment Company is located.

"They don't even have a decent nameplate?" Zhang Yi glanced around, a hint of disappointment in his voice.

"With real money in my hands, what can't I buy? Don't you think so?" Lin Quan's lips curled up, his smile filled with certainty.

"That's true." Zhang Yi nodded vigorously, feeling enlightened.

"Mr. Zhang, once you sign this contract, you will be the head of Yaoyang Legal Services Company." Lin Quan handed over the documents.

The paper was brought from the other side of the world; the handwriting was clear, and the terms were solid.

Zhang Yi meticulously studied the two contracts, word by word, and with a swift and decisive stroke, his thumb stained red as he wrote.

"The legal firm doesn't have a separate finance department yet. For things like buying desks and chairs and adding equipment, just contact Jiang Kun, the finance manager of Yaoyang Entertainment—I've already spoken to him: for amounts under 50,000, you can sign off on the transaction," Lin Quan said casually.

Zhang Yi joked, "Boss, aren't you afraid I'll run off with the money?"

"Aren't there plenty of things money can buy?" Lin Quan smiled, his gaze calm, his words carrying a deeper meaning.

"Mmm," Zhang Yi replied softly, but he understood the unspoken meaning.

"I'm completely clueless about legal matters. I'm entrusting Yaoyang Legal Services to General Manager Zhang—what to buy, who to hire, and how to assemble the team are all up to you." Lin Quan's tone was sincere, and his smile was warm.