Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

"Understood, boss." Zhang Yi stood up in response, his heart burning with excitement—a clerk with real power and a generous allowance was a rare find.

Afterwards, Lin Quan introduced Liu Dong, Zhang Qiang, and the others to Zhang Yi one by one, and then drove away.

His recent expenses have been like a burst dam; he needs to quickly recover his losses.

The car stopped at Villa No. 27 in Shanshui Bay, and Lin Quan vanished in a flash, already on Earth.

He went into a jewelry store, and his fingers flew across the table as he picked up pieces of diamond jewelry and placed them on the counter.

With a soft click, the inlaid diamond fell out.

He wouldn't even glance at items with meager prices; he wouldn't even bother to look at items as small as a grain of rice.

After visiting all the major jewelry stores in Wusi and working for most of the day, I had already amassed several kilograms of loose diamonds in my pocket.

"It's still light out. I'll leave this shipment to Long Fei."

He went straight to Long Fei's villa, put down the diamonds, chatted for a few words, and then turned back to Shanshui Bay.

The following morning, Lin Quan stepped into a newspaper office.

With the power of money, the president's surname is Zhong.

He used the identity of Chung Kwok-hung in Hong Kong, and he also signed the transfer agreement under this name.

Long Fei acted swiftly, and within a day, "Tian Tian Morning Post" was officially renamed "Yao Yang Daily".

Before leaving, he left behind the copy of "Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils" that he had brought from Earth and ordered that three chapters be published every day.

"With this novel to back it up, it's only a matter of time before the Yaoyang Daily sweeps through the Hong Kong press."

There are countless novels on Earth; even if one were to be published every day, it would be enough to keep the stories fresh for hundreds of years.

"The newspaper is stable now; the next step is to start a television station."

"There are only two TVB companies in Hong Kong: TVB and Lido."

He pondered for a moment, then made up his mind: take Lido.

A phone call was made to Zhang Yi, asking him to quickly estimate how much money it would cost to acquire Lido's assets.

At the time, Lido only had over 20,000 subscribers, with a monthly fee of HK$25. Including GG revenue, monthly revenue just exceeded one million, and after deducting expenses, net profit was less than two hundred thousand.

Three days later, Lin Quan, accompanied by Zhang Yi, entered the Lido TV station building.

After a heated debate, they finally acquired all the shares for HK$35 million.

"The Lido Building, a 16-story main building plus two underground floors, along with the entire television station, is now ours."

After a moment's thought, Lin Quan immediately decided to reduce the monthly fee from twenty-five to fifteen.

They also selected about ten key members from the Lido film crew and transferred them to Yaoyang Entertainment.

The newly appointed station director, Liu Jiacheng, couldn't help but say, "Boss, at fifteen dollars a month, we're really going to have to lose money to do this."

"Don't worry, your salary will be paid in full—starting this month, everyone will get a 20% raise; if you do a great job, you'll get a bonus." Lin Quan smiled and patted the other person on the shoulder.

"Boss, I'd much rather find a stable job." Liu Jiacheng felt a tightness in his chest, afraid that the TV station might suddenly close down one day.

"Why are you worrying about this?" Lin Quan smirked. "I already had Wang Yunyang, the director of the entertainment company, assemble a team to film 'Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils'—once filming is finished, Lido TV's ratings will completely crush TVB."

Compared to Lin Quan's "Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils," the dramas currently airing on TVB are like plain water diluted with rice porridge—utterly bland.

"Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils? What's that title?" Liu Jiacheng frowned.

"Jin Yong's martial arts novels, full of swordplay, love and hate, were published nine times in the Yaoyang Daily, and the whole city was following them."

"Yaoyang Daily?" Liu Jiacheng was taken aback. "That's a rather unusual name."

"It was originally called Tiantian Morning Post. After I took it over, I changed its name and called it Yaoyang Daily," Lin Quan said in a light tone.

"Oh—I see!" Liu Jiacheng slapped his forehead, suddenly enlightened.

"I'm leaving everything at the station to you." Before he finished speaking, Lin Quan had already gotten up and pushed open the door to leave.

……

"Hey Wei, there's a really popular martial arts novel out there lately, have you seen it?"

Which one?

"Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils"

"Where can I see it?"

"Yaoyang Daily, three chapters a day, without fail."

"Yaoyang Daily? Never heard of it."

"It's just the old 'Everyday Morning News,' a reskinned version of the same thing."

"Do you have a newspaper? Let me borrow it to flip through!"

"Three copies, handle with care—I plan to keep them as a treasured keepsake."

Anyone who has read "Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils" will immediately recommend it to their friends.

At eight o'clock in the morning, the newsstand on the street corner was packed with people, so crowded that it was impossible to move.

"Give me a copy of the Yaoyang Daily!"

"Give me two!"

"Three takeout, hurry home and get to work!"

Hong Kong has a registered population of four million, not including the unregistered migrant population.

In just six days since its release, Yaoyang Daily's daily sales have surged to over 300,000 copies.

The tabloid, which originally had a daily circulation of less than 20,000, has become the new king of the newspaper industry in the blink of an eye.

The second-ranked competitor only sells a few hundred thousand units a day, far beyond their reach.

Many people talk about Duan Yu before going to bed, and the first thing they do when they wake up is to grab the newspaper; readers' phone calls and letters are pouring into the newspaper office like snowflakes.

Even the triad boss couldn't sit still. He led a bunch of his henchmen straight to the Yaoyang Daily News office, insisting on being the first to see the next episode.

Fortunately, the guards from Yaoyang Security Company were all highly skilled, which helped to stabilize the situation and prevent the newspaper office from losing its composure.

To ensure the stability of the industry, Lin Quan, through Long Fei's introduction, met with Lei Biao for the first time.

"Mr. Zhong, I've long admired your name!" Lei Biao laughed heartily and extended his hand in greeting.

Chief Inspector Lei, nearing fifty, has been in charge of the police force for three years, and his aura is sharp as a drawn blade.

"Chief Inspector Lei, I have long admired you, and I am finally able to meet you today." Lin Quan calmly shook hands with the other party.

"Mr. Zhong, what brings you here?" Lei Biao's smile remained unchanged, but his eyes narrowed slightly.

"This is just a small token of my appreciation," Lin Quan said, handing over a thick cloth bag.

Lei Biao opened the bag, and inside lay two velvet boxes—the moment the lid was lifted, two Patek Philippe watches gleamed with a cold luster, their dials intricate and their movements deeply concealed.

"I asked an old friend overseas to buy it for me, and it just arrived," Lin Quan said calmly.

"Good stuff. Mr. Zhong, please speak freely." Lei Biao's expression remained unchanged as he lightly tapped the edge of the watch box with his fingertips.

"I have some business in Hong Kong, and I also own a security company. I'd like to get some travel permits," Lin Quan said, making his meaning clear with a gesture.

Lei Biao slightly raised his eyelids: "How much do you want?"

"One large yellow croaker, with a short-term certificate, how about that?" Lin Quan asked with a smile.

"The exact number?" Lei Biao's Adam's apple bobbed slightly, and his voice lowered by half a point.

"I'll accept as many as you can approve," Lin Quan said calmly.

"One hundred books?" Lei Biao tentatively threw out the number.

"Alright." Lin Quan felt relieved—the security company was in dire need of these hundred people to be fully staffed. If they could add a few more, he would be even happier.

The Earth has produced tens of thousands of tons of gold in its reserves.

A large yellow croaker weighs only a little over 300 grams. Even if Lei Biao could produce 100,000 certificates, Lin Quan would still pay for them.

"Foreigners are less strict about security company licenses; I guarantee you'll get them within a week," Lei Biao readily agreed.

"The money and goods are settled, how about it?" Lin Quan said calmly.

"Okay," Lei Biao readily agreed.

After the meal, everyone went their separate ways.