Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

All five apartments are on the same floor, door to door, one after another, so you can easily walk between them.

"Ah Quan, Jing Ru, where do you two live?" Yan Bugui asked as he walked.

"They just moved into Shanshui Bay not long ago. After dinner, I'll take everyone there for a look," Lin Quan replied with a smile.

Fully furnished with a sofa, refrigerator, washing machine, bed, and cabinets, even the curtains are already hung up; just bring your suitcase and move in.

After everyone had settled their luggage and tidied their rooms, Lin Quan led them into a nearby time-honored restaurant.

Yan Bugui glanced at the menu, his Adam's apple bobbing involuntarily—the steamed sea bass alone cost him three months' salary.

"One abalone per person..." Lin Quan opened the menu and ordered fourteen main dishes in one go.

"Ah Quan, one dish here is enough for us to eat for a week. Ordering seven or eight dishes is more than enough!" Yan Bugui hurriedly reminded him in a low voice.

"Don't worry, we can manage one meal a week! To be honest, Yuzhu's cooking still has the best wok hei and tastes the right way—I'm thinking of just taking over that restaurant downstairs and having Yuzhu cook for us every day." Lin Quan said frankly.

"Hey! I'm the head of the seasoning factory, you think I'd be your personal chef? How could you even think of that!" He Yuzhu pretended to glare, but the corners of his mouth were already curled up to his ears.

The meal was lively and filled with laughter and conversation. After the meal, Lin Quan drove everyone to Shanshui Bay.

"Such a spacious duplex, just for you two?" Yi Zhonghai stood in the center of the living room, looking up at the high ceiling, his jaw almost dropping.

"Ah Quan, how much of this house was smashed?" Yan Bugui asked, his voice a little strained as he touched the cold marble countertop.

"I bought it for over 600,000 yuan back then, and now it's listed for 3.28 million yuan, without any haggling," Lin Quan said calmly.

Upon hearing this, He Yuzhu and the others all gasped, forgetting to put down their chopsticks.

After an hour of tea and pleasant conversation, Lin Quan got up and led everyone back to Yaoyang Bank.

"Good morning, boss!" The receptionist, teller, and account manager all stood up straight, their voices loud and respectful.

At a meeting with all senior executives, Lin Quan announced on the spot that He Yuzhu would serve as the president of Yaoyang Bank, and that the current general manager, Zhou Manhua, would concurrently serve as the assistant president.

Immediately afterwards, he appointed Yan Bugui as the Chief Financial Officer of Yaoyang Group and Sanma as the Deputy Chief Financial Officer; Yi Zhonghai was hired as the Chief Engineer of Yaoyang Machinery Factory.

The factory buildings, warehouses, staff canteens, and office buildings have all been completed and handed over; the staff dormitory building is currently undergoing final interior decoration.

Lin Quan plans to start production at the machinery factory next month.

Although Yi Zhonghai only has a primary school education, his level eight fitter skills are a well-known reputation in the industry—with an assistant who understands blueprints and can coordinate, he is more than capable of handling the work of chief engineer.

The charming and alluring Qin Huairu was handpicked by him to be the chairman's assistant.

They euphemistically call it: outsiders can't be relied on.

After everything was arranged, Lin Quan, He Yuzhu, and others went to a time-honored restaurant for dinner.

"Ah Quan, please don't be offended, but I'm shamelessly asking—when will we get paid?" Yan Bugui lowered his voice. He only had a few coins left in his pocket. If he didn't find out soon, he would have to think twice about what to order for his next meal.

"Yuzhu gets five thousand a month, and Uncle Yi, Uncle San, Aunt San, and Sister Qin each get three thousand... I'll allocate three thousand to Yuzhu first, specifically for everyone's food expenses." Lin Quan smiled and spread his hands.

After a hearty meal, the group headed straight to the bank to withdraw cash, and immediately stuffed their first month's wages into the hands of an old man and his companions.

Under the guidance of their respective assistants, He Yuzhu, Yan Bugui, Yi Zhonghai and others had mastered the ropes in less than seven days. They were chauffeured to and from get off work and didn't even have to watch traffic lights themselves.

But these familiar faces from the capital still harbored old-fashioned ideas deep down.

In Hong Kong, money is a ruler, a road sign, and a pass—it's completely different from the rules in Beijing that emphasize relationships and seniority.

At 9:00 a.m., Lin Quan, accompanied by Qin Huairu, paid a visit to Long Fei.

"Mr. Zhong." Long Fei stood up to greet him, his expression humble.

"Mr. Long, I need your help: please help me choose a good school for Jia Geng, Jia Dang, and Jia Huaihua. Just tell me the tuition and school selection fees." Lin Quan handed over three sets of enrollment documents.

The group's identities in Hong Kong were already settled; their visit was solely for the sake of the children's future education.

"Mr. Zhong, you're too kind. Leave this to me, I'll take care of it!" Long Fei patted his chest and agreed.

Back at Villa No. 27 in Shanshui Bay, Lin Quan personally taught Qin Huairu how to swim.

"Ah Quan, is this outfit... really wearable?" Qin Huairu lightly tugged at the swimsuit straps with her fingertips, her brows furrowing slightly.

"Of course! It's a standard swimsuit, Sister Qin, let me adjust it for you." Lin Quan smiled and reached out her hand.

After much effort, the chairman's assistant ultimately failed to completely resolve the chairman's "difficult problems."

Just after 3 p.m., Lin Quan personally escorted Qin Huairu to the Yaoyang Entertainment Company building.

The headquarters building is still under construction, and for now, this chairman's assistant is temporarily working at Yaoyang Entertainment's headquarters.

In the CFO's office, the third aunt was bent over her desk, going through the accounts.

"Since Ah-Quan pays us such high salaries, the accounts must be absolutely accurate!"

"That's right! No one can steal a single copper coin from A-Quan's pocket!" Yan Bugui's voice was steady and his words were firm and unequivocal.

Since learning to count months, Yan Bugui and his third aunt, who were already skilled at bookkeeping, are now the two best in the bookkeeping department.

"Something's not right about this payment."

"Five hundred less."

"There's something fishy going on on this page too."

"Someone secretly took 1200 from him?"

The two checked each item three times, then quickly jotted down any suspicious points in their notebooks.

"Ah Quan said the final accounts will be settled at the end of the month."

"Then let's go through them one by one, and thoroughly investigate the financial statements of each company!"

At 5 p.m., Qin Huairu dialed Jia Zhangshi's number: "Grandma, I'm working overtime tonight and I'm sleeping at the company."

"Is Mom not coming back?" Jia Geng looked up at his face.

"Yes, your aunt's husband has a mountain of things to do, she'll have to stay up until late at night. Let's go downstairs for dinner, mother and daughter," Jia Zhangshi replied while tying her apron.

"Sigh, life in Hong Kong is really tough, I'm constantly being chased by tutors for extra lessons." Jia Geng rubbed his temples.

"Schools in the capital haven't even taught the alphabet, but here they're testing listening comprehension in the first week of school!" Jia Dang shook his head.

"What does your aunt's husband want? Isn't he hoping you'll accumulate more skills so you can join his company in the future, earning a few thousand dollars a month with ease?" Jia Zhangshi said confidently.

"My godfather was the manager of a condiment factory in Beijing, earning just over two hundred a month; but now he's a bank manager in Hong Kong, with a base salary of five thousand, not including the year-end bonus—that's more than twenty times higher!" Jia Geng's eyes lit up.

"Once you've earned enough money, you'll immediately buy a four-wheeled car, go back to Beijing, and make the neighbors so angry their eyes will pop out!" Jia Zhangshi smiled, her eyes crinkling with fine lines, her heart and eyes full of ambition.

"My third uncle used to teach in Beijing, earning a monthly salary of thirty-something dollars; now he earns three thousand in Hong Kong, plus performance bonuses, so his salary has increased more than a hundred times!" Jia Geng counted on his fingers seriously.