Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

"Five million, transfer it to the designated account now, and this matter will be considered settled." Wu Tianhao's voice was deep and authoritative.

"A bunch of clowns, they've got quite the appetite." Lin Quan sneered, and before he finished speaking, he shot up like an arrow.

Seeing his men being tossed to the ground like paper, Wu Tianhao roared, "Kill him!"

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" Three muffled thuds rang out.

Lin Quan was caught off guard and was shot in the shoulder, back, and thigh.

He flicked the bullet out of his flesh with a backhand motion, as swift as dusting off a grain of dust, yet his strike became increasingly fierce.

The wind howled with each punch, and the shadows danced with each kick. In the blink of an eye, someone was spitting blood and flying into the wall.

In less than three minutes, he was the only one left standing steadily in the entire nightclub, his clothes perfectly straight and his breathing calm.

"Deposit 50 million into Yaoyang Bank before sunset tomorrow."

Lin Quan finished speaking, turned around and left, his steps so fast that only a blur remained.

"Brother Hao, what... what should we do?" Wu Kun's throat was dry.

Wu Tianhao slapped him hard across the face, the sound loud and vicious: "Look what the hell you've done!"

Wu Kun covered his burning face, turned around and grabbed Fan Benshan, giving him a brutal beating, raining down punches on him.

"The money must be deposited into Yaoyang Bank's account tomorrow." Wu Tianhao gritted his teeth, veins throbbing on his forehead, his heart churning with regret and chill. The man before him was impervious to bullets and incredibly wealthy—he didn't dare entertain even the slightest thought of revenge.

Driving back to the construction site, Lin Quan immediately made the decision to appoint Wang Zhendong as the general manager of the construction company...

"From now on, salaries will be collected at the Yaoyang Bank counter."

After giving the workers a few brief instructions, Lin Quan turned around, got into his car, and drove straight back to the villa.

At 3 p.m. the following afternoon, HK$50 million was deposited into Yiu Yeung Bank on time.

At six o'clock in the evening, Lin Quan visited the Lei family.

"Mr. Zhong, I heard you and Ah Hao had a little disagreement?" Lei Biao asked with a smile.

"Let's call it even." Lin Quan's gaze swept over Wu Tianhao, his tone calm yet resolute.

"Good! That's awesome!" Lei Biao laughed loudly, but he couldn't help but feel surprised and doubtful in his heart—this man could actually withstand pistol bullets? He couldn't believe it at all.

"Mr. Chung, Ah-hao, come on, let's have a drink! The more friends you have, the wider your path will be." Lei Biao raised his glass in invitation.

Lin Quan first smelled the aroma of the wine, took a small sip to taste it, and then slowly swallowed it. After confirming that there was nothing wrong with it, he tilted his head back and drank it all.

"That was efficient!" Lei Biao praised, then sighed, "I never imagined there was someone like you in the world."

"With my limited skills, I wouldn't even rank in the top ten within the Cloud Mist Sect," Lin Quan said solemnly, his tone devoid of any exaggeration.

"Cloud Mist Sect?" Lei Biao raised an eyebrow, his eyes revealing a hint of inquiry.

"An old sect hidden in the mountains, rarely heard of by outsiders." Lin Quan shook his head slightly, as if reminiscing.

"Would you do me the honor of showing off your special skill?" Lei Biao asked with a smile.

Lin Quan suddenly gripped the glass with his right hand, his knuckles tightening, and the glass shattered, turning into fine white powder that slid off in a flurry.

Iron Shirt, Golden Bell Cover, Eight Treasures Hard Qigong, and Vajra Indestructible Divine Skill—these four extreme forms of external martial arts forged his terrifying physique.

Last night at the nightclub, he witnessed a bullet hit his chest, leaving only a faint white mark. He was both shocked and overjoyed.

Having personally witnessed his own indomitable spirit, he felt more at ease, but also more vigilant.

Just because a pistol couldn't hurt him doesn't mean that all firepower couldn't harm him.

Even more powerful than pistols are sniper rifles, grenades, and even missiles.

He still took the steps of smelling the wine first, tasting it, and swallowing it, without missing a single step.

The glass shattered silently in his palm, Lei Biao's pupils contracted sharply, and his hand unconsciously pressed against the edge of the table.

Wu Tianhao, standing to the side, remained unmoved—he had already experienced firsthand how difficult this man could be.

As for whether Wu Tianhao would seek revenge in secret, Lin Quan didn't care at all.

No normal person would try to break a rock with an egg.

The smartest way to survive is to avoid an opponent you can't beat and who isn't your mortal enemy.

Ultimately, there was no irreconcilable conflict of interest between him and Wu Tianhao.

Lei Biao personally mediated, and the two shook hands and made peace, the scene was unusually peaceful.

Half an hour later, Lin Quan drove away.

"Brother Biao, I'll take my leave now." Wu Tianhao stood up and took his leave.

"Ah Hao, you have a lot of connections on the other side of the strait. Help me investigate the background of 'Cloud Mist Gate'," Lei Biao said in a low voice.

"Understood." Wu Tianhao nodded in agreement.

……

At nine o'clock the next day, Lin Quan stepped into the music department of Yaoyang Entertainment Company.

The tape recorders and tape samples shipped from the other side of the strait are now neatly placed on my desk.

He checked each item one by one, confirming that the sound quality, tape travel, and durability were all flawless, and immediately signed the order.

Music Department Manager Chen Lei stepped forward, bowing slightly, and said respectfully, "Boss."

"How many signed singers do we have?" Lin Quan asked.

"Six at the moment," Chen Lei answered crisply.

"Call him over, I want to meet him." Lin Quan smiled.

"Yes!" Chen Lei strode out the door, and in less than two minutes, all six singers stood at attention.

Each person sang three songs a cappella. After Lin Quan finished listening, only Liu Renhua and Ge Xiaoli remained.

After giving a few brief instructions, he immediately found Jessica.

Without cassette tapes, a tape recorder is practically useless.

Even with cassette tapes, without good songs, sales still wouldn't take off.

He decided to adopt a "template-based" approach to cultivate new talent.

"Liu Renhua's voice is deep and clear, very much like that of the movie star and singing god Andy Lau in my previous life - let's use his classic songs to support it."

"Ge Xiaoli's voice is sweet and lively, and she is very similar to Zhuo Yiting, the cover song prodigy who was popular across the Taiwan Strait back then."

"The remaining four will not receive any resources for now; let them develop on their own for a while. If they make no progress within six months, they will be reassigned."

At the entrance of Jessica's villa, Lin Quan skipped the pleasantries and went straight to the point: "Would you like to stand on a stage where thousands of people are watching?"

Jessica, who was humming a little tune, suddenly brightened up: "Can you push me up?"

"I have a studio and I've collected over a dozen Mi language songs—if you really want to be a singer..." Lin Quan's meaning was clear before he finished speaking.

The recently concluded "Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils" and the currently airing "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" are both credited to Yaoyang Studio.

He had already decided to put all of these new songs under the Yaoyang Studio name.

"I'll think about it some more." Jessica neither nodded nor shook her head.

After chatting for over an hour about the pronunciation of the Mi language, Lin Quan drove straight to the Catholic Shangde Middle School.

"Jessica's voice is very catchy; we should refine her using the same approach as Amy."

The next morning, he went into the replica Earth and downloaded and printed out thirty finished tracks in one go.

A cassette tape can be recorded for a maximum of sixty minutes, with ten songs crammed in and some extra space left over.

Just after 1 p.m., Lin Quan stepped into the music department and pulled Liu Renhua and Ge Xiaoli over to sing on the spot.

He would point out any unsteady breath or awkward transitions in a sentence without hesitation.

They worked until the sun was setting, and finally managed to sing their respective ten songs smoothly.

"Hurry up and practice, we'll be recording the official version at the end of the month." Lin Quan said a few words, then picked up his bag and left.