Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

He was struggling with his speech and was already thinking about how to ask her for some authentic expressions.

"Mr. Chung, where is your female companion?" She asked with a bright smile.

"I wonder if the beautiful Miss Jessica would be willing to temporarily fill in for me?" Lin Quan invited her frankly.

She hesitated for a moment, then reached out and took his arm, her fingertips feeling slightly warm.

"Mr. Zhong, we won't disturb you any longer." Long Fei smiled tactfully and stepped aside with his wife.

"Michael didn't come?" Lin Quan asked casually.

"I have urgent business to attend to back in Singapore," she answered readily. "I'll introduce you to a few friends."

Lei Biao, who held absolute power in Hong Kong, was nominally the Chief Inspector, but his police rank was only that of a Sergeant—the ranks above Inspector were all firmly held by Americans.

Jessica, from the Star Kingdom, is the head of the Dix Company in **.

The power of the United States far surpasses that of the United States.

The head of Dix doesn't even respect the Commissioner of Police in Hong Kong.

Through her introduction, Lin Quan exchanged pleasantries and shook hands with more than a dozen foreigners.

In the eyes of Americans, Lei Biao was a money-printing machine; low-ranking police officers and local gangs were all under his command; even American businessmen in Hong Kong never dared to provoke him.

So many American faces attended this 50th birthday celebration.

Leaders of several major triads, including Nanxing, Juyi, and Linsheng, were all present.

Lei Biao's birthday banquet was a gathering of influential figures in the Hong Kong underworld.

"Brother Le!"

"Brother Biao!"

"Boss!"

"Mr. Lei!"

"Chief Inspector!"

As Lei Biao walked out slowly with his wife and children, the guests gathered around, laughing and chattering.

Lin Quan stood quietly to the side, not moving closer—the circle was too hot for him to squeeze in.

……

After the banquet ended, Lin Quan escorted Jessica home; Long Fei and the others were kept behind by Lei Biao.

"Mr. Chung, would you like to come in for a cup of freshly brewed coffee?" She leaned against the door frame, a faint smile on her face.

Lin Quan glanced at his watch and nodded in agreement.

Since he traveled to this time, he has never seriously learned a foreign language from any of his foreign friends.

Jessica's house is a detached villa covering about 800 square meters, with red bricks and gray tiles, a terrace and a small garden.

"This house is really stylish," Lin Quan casually remarked.

"Mr. Chung, do you know kung fu?" Jessica unscrewed a bottle of red wine and poured it into two stemmed glasses.

"What kind of kung fu?" Lin Quan raised an eyebrow and smiled.

"The real kung fu of the Chinese people, like Li Dalong's." She handed over the wine glass.

"Li Dalong's moves are just fancy footwork; they're a far cry from real skill." Lin Quan swirled the liquor.

Li Dalong only knows some basic punches and kicks, relying on brute force and explosive power. His moves are loose and his foundation is weak.

He had already cursed inwardly at the person who didn't even dare to acknowledge his ancestral home in front of the cameras of Singaporean reporters.

He refuses to acknowledge his Chinese identity as a celebrity, and avoids admitting his Chinese roots, only casually saying, "I'm just like everyone else, a dreamer." What kind of person is he? At best, he's just a reckless man obsessed with fighting.

The martial arts of the Chinese people are meant to strengthen muscles and bones, hone courage, and protect the country. Passing them on to outsiders is tantamount to handing over a weapon.

Singaporeans consider him a Chinese, but many Chinese consider him a "fake foreigner."

Of course, some people insist that he is of Chinese descent—but to be honest, if Li Dalong hadn't become a sensation, even those who call him "compatriot" would probably have turned around and called him "foreign trainee."

"So... you know real kung fu?" Jessica's eyes lit up.

"I have only a superficial understanding," Lin Quan replied calmly.

"Can you show me something?" She leaned forward slightly, full of interest.

"I practice two styles, one suitable for close-quarters combat indoors, and the other specifically for long-range attacks outdoors." Lin Quan raised his wine glass.

"Oh?" she asked, half-believing.

With both bottles empty, the rest was a matter of course.

Compared to his previous life, his physique is now several times stronger.

After spending more than two hours studying the Mi language with the "teacher," Lin Quan said goodbye, started his car, and drove away.

"In terms of skill alone, Jessica is slightly inferior to Qin Jingru and Qin Huairu combined."

Feeling relaxed, Lin Quan returned to the Mountain and Water Bay Villa and plunged into the pool for a refreshing swim.

Before 5 p.m., Qin Jingru pushed open the door and entered the kitchen carrying a vegetable basket.

"Food is served to one's mouth, clothes are put on one's hands—this life is simply like living in a honey pot."

After finishing a few rounds of Tai Chi, he took out a handful of coins and began practicing his hidden weapon techniques on his own.

The coin is inconspicuous when carried around, but when he throws it with tremendous force, its destructive power is beyond question.

"Brother Quan, dinner's ready!" Qin Jingru called from the kitchen doorway.

"Coming right away!" Lin Quan replied and stood up.

"When are my cousins ​​leaving?" she asked, wiping her hands.

"As soon as school summer vacation starts, she'll take Zhen Geng and the others to Hong Kong," Lin Quan answered as he walked.

"Where are Tiezhu and the others?" she asked again.

"I'm coming with Sister Qin," Lin Quan said confidently.

He had just finished making the phone call yesterday when Yan Bugui and Yi Zhonghai both approved the itinerary.

After taking a hot shower after dinner, Lin Quan sat on the sofa and began teaching Qin Jingru Mi language.

In Hong Kong, two languages ​​are most popular in daily conversation: Cantonese and Milo.

Catholic High School is run by Americans, and classes are taught entirely in American English.

During breaks between classes during the day, Zhao Ya would pull Qin Jingru aside to practice her spoken English;

At home that evening, Lin Quan continued to help her correct pronunciation, expand vocabulary, and practice dialogues.

"Brother Quan, why don't you strike while the iron is hot and win Aya over?" Qin Jingru blinked.

"They're too young, let's raise them for a few more years," Lin Quan answered readily.

"Aren't you afraid someone else will snatch her away first?" she joked with a laugh.

"When fate brings us together, we gather; when fate separates us, we part." Lin Quan waved his hand, seemingly unconcerned.

"Brother Quan, did you secretly arrange for someone to keep an eye on us?" she suddenly asked in a low voice.

"Hong Kong triads are entrenched, and there are also some self-proclaimed 'outsider' gangsters." Lin Quan frowned slightly.

The water here is too deep; he can't personally stake out the place every day—if he doesn't send a few people to keep an eye on things, who can cover for him if something goes wrong?

He plans to go to the Hong Kong office tomorrow to recruit another 500 security guards to expand the security team.

A person only has so much energy. If the business keeps expanding and the security company doesn't upgrade, problems will inevitably arise sooner or later.

At 7:30 a.m. sharp, Liu Dong drove Qin Jingru to the school gate.

Lin Quan stepped into the Hong Kong office, handed over several newly compiled technical documents, and casually mentioned the matter of expanding staff to Wang Yaoxin.

"Within seven days at most, the security team can be replenished to 500 people."

Seeing that the employee dormitory on the thousand-acre plot of land was still under construction, Lin Quan simply made up his mind to buy an existing building.

He drove around the city several times and finally acquired a fully furnished commercial and residential building with two underground floors and eighteen floors above ground for more than HK$23 million.

"House prices are changing every day. Should we take advantage of the trend and buy several more properties? Or should we simply take over a real estate company?"

After thinking for a moment, he chose the latter path.

That jewelry store, which always made a profit, consistently had a daily turnover of just over 500,000.