Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

The next morning, Liu Dong, carrying the identity files of all the security company employees, went straight to the police station to find Lei Biao.

At the same time, Lin Quan on Earth was busy emptying his treasure vault—not a single large yellow croaker was left.

A giant excavator roared as it crashed into the bank vault door. With a metallic groan, the iron door twisted, cracked, and was finally ripped open.

Smelting gold? That's too much fire and too time-consuming. How can it compare to the quick and easy way of just moving gold bars?

Three excavators were scrapped, and the door opened.

The gold ingots were piled up like mountains, dazzling the eyes. Lin Quan grinned, his smile reaching the corners of his eyes.

A few days later, at 3 p.m. sharp, he carried a heavy aluminum case and entered the Xiangjiang Old Tea House.

"Mr. Zhong, please inspect the goods." Lei Biao raised his hand to signal.

The young man beside him deftly untied the cloth bag, and a stack of documents poured out with a clatter, the pages fluttering.

"Mr. Lei, the extra 'big yellow croaker' is a small token of my appreciation." Lin Quan opened the box.

Two hundred gold bars were neatly stacked, weighing over 120 jin (approximately 60 kg).

Lei Biao's men inspected the items on the spot, weighed them, verified the labels, and checked the serial numbers. Only after confirming that everything was correct did they burst into laughter.

"Mr. Lei, I also want to apply for a private bank—once it's done, I'll offer you a hundred more." Lin Quan's tone was calm, but every word was firm.

"Alright." Lei Biao nodded, then added with a smile, "Mr. Zhong, my 50th birthday is on the 8th of next month. Please do me the honor of attending."

"It is my honor to be able to attend President Lei's birthday banquet," Lin Quan said, cupping his hands in greeting.

"In Hong Kong, I'll hold up the sky if it falls down." Lei Biao patted his chest.

"From now on, I'll really have to bother Mr. Lei quite often." Lin Quan readily agreed, without the slightest hint of reluctance.

Using the police station as a connection, he equipped Yaoyang Security Company with one hundred handguns and ten thousand rounds of ammunition in one go.

Having climbed up to Detective Lei's coattails, local gangs avoided his shops whenever they saw them.

As for the requirement that firearms and ammunition be registered and regulated by the police? Lin Quan didn't even lift an eyelid.

Carrying a gun is not for violence, but simply to protect one's own territory.

The strongest guarantee is the security guards who are certified and armed.

More than ten days later, Yaoyang Bank and Yaoyang Jewelry were listed on the stock exchange simultaneously.

The two stores are located side by side on the first floor of the Lido Building—this glass curtain wall building is the headquarters of Lido TV Station and is also an asset under Lin Quan's name.

Yaoyang Bank is temporarily not open to the public and is only providing deposit and withdrawal services for its subsidiaries and employees.

Security companies, jewelry stores, Lido TV... all salaries are paid out by this small bank.

Every item sold by Yaoyang Jewelry comes from "bargains" found all over the world—the secret compartments of the Southern Shaolin Temple's Sutra Pavilion, the hidden compartments of the Northern Shaolin Temple's Pagoda Forest, the base of an incense burner in the Wudang Zixiao Palace... He has searched them all.

On the opening day, everything was 20% off, and the store earned more than two million yuan in a single day.

A dozen armed security guards patrolled the store, their eyes cold and steady. Those who had originally harbored wicked thoughts quietly put away their hands.

In civil disputes, legal teams appear in court; in physical altercations, security guards stand in formation.

"If there really were such a highly profitable jewelry shop, the employees' salaries would be guaranteed."

"In a few more days, we should also get the insurance company license."

Shaking off distracting thoughts, Lin Quan drove to the set of "Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils".

As soon as he got out of the car, director Wang Yunyang quickly came up to him and called out, "Boss!"

"Is the wire harness set up?" Lin Quan asked.

"Incredible!" Wang Yunyang's eyes lit up. "Being hung up and beaten up like that is the real martial arts world—flying over rooftops, leaping and tumbling, that's what kung fu is all about!"

Ground fighting, no matter how fierce, doesn't show any power; aerial combat is what's truly impressive, divine, and captivating.

Lee Tai-lung's (Lee Jun-fan) films are full of visceral action, but his cinematography is ultimately a bit outdated.

The serialized novel "Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils" in the Yaoyang Daily is already well-known in Hong Kong. Wang Yunyang is certain that the TV series will be a huge hit.

The female leads were indeed pleasing to the eye, but he was completely focused on his work.

Even with a girl as beautiful as Zhao Ya, he is still taking things slowly and is currently in the "nurturing" stage.

Lin Quan's schedule has been packed lately: delivering a batch of classified documents to the Hong Kong office, transferring several sets of precision instruments to the other side of the strait, and taking some time to return to Earth to explore a few ancient temples and secret chambers, while also poring over official and unofficial histories...

Unfortunately, a truly effective attack method to break through the current level has yet to be found.

He has traveled all over Shaolin Temple, Shaolin Temple, Wudang Mountain, and even pried open the cracks in the paving stones.

The methods that could help him advance further are most likely buried deeper underground.

Without consulting official and unofficial histories, how can one find any clues about the methods of attack?

After watching the film set for more than half an hour, Lin Quan put away his phone, started the car, and drove off.

Upon arriving at the Yaoyang security training ground, he personally demonstrated and corrected the key points of Babao Hard Qigong for Liu Dong and the others one by one.

Just after 4 p.m., Lin Quan drove straight to Catholic Shangde Middle School.

Upon seeing Zhao Ya, her bright eyes and graceful figure instantly warmed his heart, and the corners of his mouth involuntarily turned up.

Every three to five days, she would send small gifts over, and the thin veil between them had long been quietly melted away by her gentle words.

"Brother Quan." Qin Jingru pushed open the door, got into the passenger seat, and fastened her seatbelt.

"Brother Zhong." Zhao Ya sat lightly in the back seat, her hair still damp with the early summer sunlight.

"What would you like to eat?" Lin Quan asked with a smile.

"Seafood!" Qin Jingru blurted out.

"Okay, let's go for seafood hot pot today," Lin Quan readily agreed.

"Brother Quan... I heard you can make a kind of ointment that can make that thing bigger?" Zhao Ya's ears turned red, and her voice was as soft as a feather.

"Relying solely on plasters is too superficial; it needs to be combined with acupuncture to unblock the channels, and supplemented with massage and guiding exercises..." Lin Quan said earnestly, as if he were talking about a lost ancient prescription.

At nine o'clock on Saturday morning, Zhao Ya stepped into Shanshui Bay on time.

Lin Quan had prepared silver needles and medicine pots in advance. After a series of delicate massages and precise acupuncture, he then evenly spread the warm and moist medicine ointment.

The two had lunch together, and after the meal, Lin Quan escorted her back to her apartment building.

"Brother Quan, you're so naughty," Qin Jingru said lazily, sprawled on the sofa.

"The worst is yet to come." Lin Quan smiled, turned the car around and drove back to Shanshui Bay, then turned around and became the Monkey King jumping around again.

Qin Jingru slumped weakly in her chair: "Brother Quan, where are we going to go crazy tomorrow?"

"It's Lei Biao's 50th birthday, I'll take you to the banquet."

"Oh dear, I made plans to go shopping with Zhao Ya, so I'm not going." She waved her hand, smiling slyly.

At 11 a.m., Lin Quan, carrying generous gifts, came to a steady stop outside the gate of the Lei Family Manor.

He handed over the gold-embossed invitation and stepped across the threshold.

"Mr. Zhong!" Long Fei, arm in arm with his wife, quickly stepped forward to greet them.

"Mr. Long." Lin Quan nodded with a smile.

Those who can step into this birthday banquet are either rich or powerful, or hold real power—without some influence, you can't even get a foot in the door.

"Hi, Mr. Lin!" Jessica's eyes lit up, and her skirt swayed slightly.

"Miss Jessica, my surname is now Zhong." Lin Quan bowed slightly.

This girl from the Star Kingdom has striking features, a graceful figure, and speaks fluently; just standing there, she is captivating.