Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

A typical 120-square-meter apartment in the southern district is now listed for over 100,000 yuan; while the detached villa he bought in Shanshui Bay a few years ago, which covers more than 1,800 square meters, sold for less than a million yuan.

"When I bought Villa No. 27, Hong Kong's property market and land prices had been falling for three consecutive years."

"With the market booming right now, investing in real estate is a sure way to make money."

Within minutes, he made a decision on the spot to acquire the real estate company that was building his factory.

"We only have about three million in cash left, but the jewelry store is netting more than five hundred thousand every day, so we don't really need to worry about cash flow right now."

After grabbing a quick lunch at a random tea restaurant, Lin Quan drove straight to Jessica's residence.

After studying a foreign language for two hours, feeling refreshed and light-hearted, he then rushed to the Catholic Sherlock Holmes Secondary School.

"Once the 500 security guards arrive, immediately ask Lei Biao to process their permits and equip them with weapons."

On the day the new batch of team members reported for duty, Lin Quan made an appointment with Long Fei.

Thanks to the other party's connections, the Hong Kong identities of all 500 people were finalized in less than three days.

That morning, he pushed open the door to Lei Biao's office.

"Mr. Zhong." Lei Biao smiled knowingly.

"Mr. Lei, there's something I need your help with," Lin Quan said, getting straight to the point.

"Just say it." Lei Biao nodded with a smile.

"I also want to get another batch of documents," Lin Quan said.

"At most a hundred copies." Lei Biao thought for a moment, "If we add a security company sign, we can raise the price a bit."

"One hundred books will be enough. Same as always, three shifts, two hundred people per shift—plus the original batch, that's just right." Lin Quan had already calculated it clearly in his mind.

"I'll wait for your call," Lei Biao replied readily.

"I won't take up any more of your time." Lin Quan stood up and took his leave.

Within six days, all the documents and weapons were in place.

Today, Yaoyang Security can easily overwhelm all underworld forces in Hong Kong.

Even if they were to directly confront the US forces stationed in Hong Kong, they might not necessarily be at a disadvantage.

Ultimately, what determines victory or defeat is nothing more than people and equipment.

But Americans are inherently complacent and surrender at the slightest resistance.

For decades, Star Kingdom has been the number one authority on Earth.

Lin Quan started Yaoyang Security to gain a foothold, not to fight for territory.

As evening approached, a dozen or so workers sneaked into the door.

"Who are you?" Lin Quan asked.

Wang Zhendong, who was leading the group, took half a step forward: "Boss, we are from Yaoyang Construction Company..."

Lin Quan suppressed his anger and said calmly, "It's getting dark, everyone go back first. Tomorrow morning at nine o'clock, I will go to the construction site and explain everything clearly and get things done in front of everyone."

"Well... let's head back first." Wang Zhendong called to his coworkers, then turned and disappeared into the deepening night.

The following morning at nine o'clock, Lin Quan dispatched thirty skilled personnel from the security company to the construction site near Shanshui Bay.

The construction company's general manager, Fan Benshan, is withholding wages; this matter cannot be delayed.

Before long, the general manager, supervisor, and contractors from each section all arrived.

"Manager Fan, how can it be that the workers' wages have suddenly dropped by 30%?" Lin Quan asked, staring at him.

"Boss, that's how it's done in the industry," Fan Benshan said calmly, still stubbornly sticking to his guns.

Lin Quan stepped forward and slapped Fan Benshan across the face, causing him to cough up blood and collapse on the spot.

Seeing this, bystanders were about to gather around and attack—

"Let anyone try to move!" Liu Dong shouted sternly.

"Where's the money?" Lin Quan's gaze was sharp as he swept it across the crowd.

Fan Benshan shook his head, wiped the blood seeping from his chin, and said in a voice as taut as a fully drawn bowstring, "Zhong Quan, my cousin is Brother Kun from Juyi!"

"There's only Brother Hao in Juyi, I've never heard of any Brother Kun." Lin Quan raised his eyelids, his tone revealing undisguised contempt.

Even if Wu Tianhao personally intervenes, anyone who wants to lay a finger on him would have to think twice before considering whether they are powerful enough.

"Withdraw!" Fan Benshan waved his hand and turned to leave.

"No one leaves without the money, no one is allowed to leave." Lin Quan flicked his finger, and Liu Dong immediately led his men to block both the front and back exits.

"Zhong Quan, do you really dare to provoke Juyi?" Fan Benshan gritted his teeth, his voice cold.

"The construction funds allocated to the site the day before yesterday, every penny, must be handed over now—otherwise, you won't even be able to step out of this building." Lin Quan's tone was calm, but every word was firm and resounding.

"My pockets are emptier than my face." Fan Benshan said stubbornly, adopting an attitude of being unyielding.

"I'll go with you." Lin Quan remained expressionless, as if he were just inviting someone for a cup of tea.

"Okay, I'll take you to get it." Fan Benshan quickly winked at a few close confidants beside him, then strode forward, his back exuding a bluffing and tough aura.

"Three hundred each, to be handed out on the spot." Lin Quan finished speaking and followed along at a leisurely pace.

He didn't want to break ties with Juyi, not because he was afraid of Wu Tianhao, but because he was too lazy to deal with the endless troubles.

If things really turned sour, Lei Biao could be crushed to the ground by him, let alone Wu Tianhao.

More than an hour later, Lin Quan followed Fan Benshan into a brightly lit nightclub.

Wu Kun was already waiting on the sofa, legs crossed, a playful smile on his lips.

"Mr. Zhong is quite bold, daring to barge in all by himself." Wu Kun picked up his wine glass and swirled the amber liquid.

"Is he your cousin?" Lin Quan's gaze swept over.

"Knowing he's his cousin's man, you still dared to lay a hand on him?" Wu Kun's smile didn't reach his eyes; his voice had already turned cold.

"Is there a phone?" Lin Quan asked.

"Who are you looking for?" Wu Kun raised an eyebrow.

"Let's talk to Brother Hao first, so that there won't be any misunderstandings." Lin Quan smiled, his tone as relaxed as if he were chatting about the weather.

"You know Brother Hao?" Wu Kun's heart skipped a beat.

"We had dinner together and chatted for a bit." Lin Quan casually straightened his cuffs.

He was not afraid of the large number of people gathered together, but he also did not want to be on guard against hidden attacks every day.

"Whatever." Wu Kun gestured with his chin toward the bar.

Lin Quan picked up the landline and dialed Wu Tianhao's number.

Less than twenty minutes later, Wu Tianhao arrived in a flurry of activity with about ten men.

"Brother Hao, you make the decision about this." Lin Quan stood straight, his tone calm, not like he had just finished a fight.

"Mr. Chung, what's going on?" Wu Tianhao frowned.

"He works for my construction team..." Lin Quan succinctly recounted the whole story.

"How do you plan to end this?" Wu Tianhao stared at him.

"The money will be in your account immediately; the person is out of here right now," Lin Quan replied crisply.

"No room for maneuver at all?" Wu Tianhao narrowed his eyes.

"Let's keep to ourselves and let's end this gracefully," Lin Quan said calmly.

"Knowing he's under my protection, you still dare to touch him? Do you think I, Wu Tianhao, am just a figurehead?" Wu Tianhao's eyes suddenly turned sinister.

In the underworld, if you're not ruthless, you can't stand firm; if your hands aren't steady, you can't command respect; if you don't have enough authority, no one will obey you.

In his eyes, even if his underling caused trouble, he was still his underling, and it was not up to outsiders to deal with him.

"One-on-one, or a group fight?" Lin Quan didn't even raise an eyebrow.

"Mr. Zhong, let me remind you—everyone in this house except you is one of my men." Wu Tianhao curled his lips into a chilling smile.

"Then tell me, how do you want to settle this?" Lin Quan asked.