Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

Don't let He Yuzhu's quiet demeanor and accommodating nature fool you; when he gets serious, even three old men working together might not be able to subdue him.

"Dinner's ready!" He Yuzhu carried the last plate of steaming hot stir-fried mutton with scallions into the main room.

After picking up a few bites of food and taking a couple of sips of wine, Lin Quan casually asked, "Yuzhu, when are you planning to go see He Yang?"

He Yuzhu glanced at Liu Xuan and replied, "In a couple of days."

"No matter what, He Yang is still your own flesh and blood." Lin Quan's tone was light but serious.

"You should make the trip tomorrow," Liu Xuan added.

"Mm." He Yuzhu nodded without saying anything more.

"Ah Quan, why don't you start your own school?" Yan Bugui suddenly interjected.

"I've been thinking about this – it will be more convenient for He Liang to go to school nearby in the future." Lin Quan said casually, but he had already made plans.

As his staff grew, he planned to build a kindergarten first, and then expand to primary and junior high schools.

The jewelry company under his control is a sure-fire money-maker, so he doesn't need to hesitate to invest in schools.

The entertainment company, television station, insurance company, transportation team, and even the machinery factory under the Yaoyang Group are making money every day.

Yaoyang's ratchet wrenches are so popular overseas that orders are booked up for six months in advance.

Yaoyang tape recorders are currently a nationwide sensation, while similar products from Dongdao Shuoni and Nanbang Sanjin have only just rolled off the production line for trial production.

He has a lot of spare cash in his account, and behind him is Lin Quan, who can replicate the Earth. He does whatever he wants and doesn't care about costs at all.

"You actually went to the trouble of setting up a school just to get your kid to study?" He Yuzhu couldn't help but laugh.

"There are more and more employees..." Lin Quan slowly explained his thoughts.

Many young parents work during the day and have no one to look after their children, which always weighs on their minds; he felt distressed seeing this.

Why not build a school for employees' children? Once the staff starts working, their kids will have someone to take care of them, teach them, and supervise them.

"This method is appropriate." Yi Zhonghai nodded, picked up his wine glass and took a sip.

After a satisfying meal, Lin Quan took Qin Jingru's hand and said goodbye.

The following afternoon, Long Fei called right on time.

"Mr. Long, is there something you need?" Lin Quan answered the phone.

"Mr. Chung, the tape recorders from Dongdao Shani and Nanbang Sanjin are already in mass production and on the market, and their prices are 20 dollars lower than ours." Long Fei spoke quickly and crisply.

"Adjust prices across the board, one dollar lower than theirs," Lin Quan immediately decided.

"What's the factory price for the next batch?" Long Fei pressed.

"Wait a moment, I'll get back to you right away." Lin Quan hung up the phone and immediately dialed Zhao Guangming, the factory director of the First Electronics Factory.

"Mr. Lin, how many units do you need?" Zhao Guangming asked directly.

"Director Zhao, the tape recorders from Shuoni and Sanjin have already entered the market..." Lin Quan said succinctly.

"Fifty yuan a unit, is that alright?" Zhao Guangming pondered for a moment.

"Okay!" Lin Quan readily agreed.

It costs fifty yuan per unit, which is half the production cost of companies like Shuoni and Sanjin.

Longfei had already revealed the truth: the cost per unit in both factories was around one hundred.

"Let's just force them to quit—we'll only make five dollars per unit." Lin Quan silently calculated for a few seconds, then dialed Jessica, Long Fei, and Lei Biao's numbers.

Excluding shipping costs, add five yuan per unit for wholesale volume sales.

Within a week, the competition between the three tape recorders on the East Island and South Korea's markets intensified.

Sanjin and Shuoni sell for 500, while Yaoyang immediately marks it at 499;

Sanjin and Shuoni jumped to 400, while Yaoyang dropped directly to 399.

Sanjin and Shuoni sell tape recorders for 100, while Yaoyang only sells them for 80.

Less than seven days into the fierce competition, Dongdao Shanni Group and Nanbang Sanjin Group forced their own tape recorder factories to shut down completely.

Yaoyang sets its price at 80 yuan per unit, while Shuoni and Sanjin can't even recover their costs.

With profits plummeting, Lin Quan, who held a full set of patents for CDs, VCDs, and DVDs, decisively shifted his focus to VCDs.

Pushing into the CD market now? That will only accelerate the depletion of the tape recorder market.

Since we have the patents in hand, it's not too late to release the CD two years later.

Why not strike while the iron is hot and use the existing tape recorders to establish a global sales network – a sure-fire way to make money?

With Sanjin and Shuoni completely withdrawing from the market, the price of Yaoyang tape recorders soared and continued to rise.

That morning, Yamamoto Kazuo and Li Haoyu came to visit again.

The price war is hopeless, and both companies want to get rid of their tape recorder production lines.

They personally visited the East Island and South Korea to see the tape recorder factories of Shoni and Samkin.

Lin Quan appraised the property on the spot, made a decision immediately, and took over the entire business.

The equipment was dismantled and transported to Shenzhou by people from Dongdao and Nanbang, with payment upon delivery.

The production lines of Shuoni and Sanjin are newer, faster, and more stable than those of the No. 1 Electronics Factory in Beijing.

Second-hand goods? Only those that are pressed to the bone count.

Lin Quan didn't earn a single penny by reselling it to the First Electronics Factory.

The First Electronics Factory quickly recruited and put workers to work, operating at full capacity to produce tape recorders.

Prices soared, returning to their pre-price-drop highs in less than two weeks.

……

Beijing, the First Electronics Factory.

"I heard you made a hundred million Hong Kong dollars last month just from tape recorders and cassettes?"

"Sony and Sanjin's production lines are all under our control. We're the only company in the world still making tape recorders."

"With a net profit of 260 yuan per unit, and a monthly income of 100 million yuan, you would have to produce about 380,000 units."

"We actually sold over 350,000 units; the rest were cassette tapes—orders were booked up for three months from now."

"What will you do if sales stop one day?"

"Mr. Lin sent over a batch of technical materials a couple of days ago, and I selected a few people to try it out first."

"What the hell? Is there any hope for it?"

"It's called a VCD, and it functions like a video recorder, but its picture quality, sound effects, and response speed are far superior."

"Can you build it?"

"Most of the equipment is readily available; it can be used after some modifications."

"Good! The factory's security is too weak. Triple the number immediately! Guard the main gate, keep a close watch on the workshop, and protect the blueprints!"

"Yes! Recruit three hundred strong and healthy men immediately!"

……

Lin Quan stepped into the replica Earth, searched for information online, and headed straight south.

No one has set foot here for years; the air is sweet as if it has just been filtered, and it is so refreshing that it invigorates the lungs.

Wild animals roam in herds, deer traverse the wilderness, leopards crouch in tree branches, forests grow wildly, and vines entwine the buildings.

He collected a lot of old medicinal materials such as bezoar and musk from pharmaceutical company warehouses, traditional Chinese medicine hospital pharmacies, and street clinics.

The last ingredient missing from Angong Niuhuang Wan—rhinoceros horn—has yet to be found.

The Earth before him is a replica of a treasure trove; the survival of animals rests entirely in his hands.

He didn't even bother to look at the artificial materials he picked up, as they were all wild and raw.

What he wanted to refine was the real Angong Niuhuang Wan—to save lives or to protect oneself; only when he had the product in hand could he feel at ease.

For several days in a row, Lin Quan spent all his time replicating Earth.

"I searched high and low without finding it, but then it came to me effortlessly—I finally stumbled upon the rhinoceros!"

On a distant hillside, a dozen gray figures strolled slowly, their skin thick and their horns like black iron.

Lin Quan moved swiftly, rushing forward like a gust of wind.

A powerful punch slammed into the neck of the lead rhinoceros, tearing open the skin and shattering the bones.