Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

More than two hours later, he opened his eyes, got up, skillfully took the helm, and the cruise ship sailed back to shore through the waves.

"It's so hard to leave these kinds of days."

The following morning, Lin Quan stayed at home alone, repeatedly using his mental power to retrieve objects remotely.

While meditation can nourish the mind, the repeated depletion and regeneration can also allow mental energy to quietly grow.

"When my mental strength is truly unleashed, I might be able to move a 10,000-ton aircraft carrier with a single thought."

Before he finished speaking, wearing only a pair of shorts, he jumped into the pool.

The mental energy silently probed into the replicated Earth, gliding forward as freely as a fish in water.

"My mental movement speed is about thirty meters per second; wherever the map marks, I will instantly appear there when I step onto Earth."

He called the boundary of his spiritual perception on Earth the "Divine Consciousness Compass".

On a whim, Lin Quan activated his divine sense and probed directly towards the imperial tomb hundreds of kilometers away.

A few minutes later, his head started buzzing and his vision went black, so he had to stop abruptly.

I sat cross-legged, closed my eyes and concentrated, and regulated my breathing for more than half an hour before my consciousness was fully restored.

After several rounds of breathing exercises, his aura became steady, and Lin Quan once again released his divine sense, immersing himself in the replicated Earth.

The previously still divine sense compass suddenly activated, shooting straight toward the imperial mausoleum at a constant speed of about thirty meters per second.

Thirty meters per second, which translates to 108 kilometers per hour—not much different from speeding on a highway.

In the replica Earth, you can step on the gas as hard as you want, even speeding to 200 kilometers per hour, and no one will stop you or issue you a ticket.

Cars have to follow the road, but consciousness can traverse mountains and valleys, and run rampant.

So this speed is really no slower than driving.

Lately, Lin Quan has been using his divine sense to scan the Earth every few days.

With its current ability to roam freely across the blue planet, it may well be able to leap out of the solar system and roam the entire Milky Way as if it were its own backyard in the future.

He himself cannot fly, but his divine sense has long been able to soar upwards and walk on the void.

"In the replica Earth, my divine sense can only climb a meter per second when it enters water; when it burrows into rocks or iron blocks, it can only scrape ten centimeters per second at most; as for the Earth itself—my divine sense still cannot see through a single brick wall."

Time and again, the spirit is exhausted, meditated, replenished, and then exhausted again... The spirit is like refined steel being forged, and with each tempering, it quietly becomes thicker.

After waking up, Lin Quan did his morning stretching and gave his internal organs a good morning prayer before starting the car and heading out.

They deliberately chose to venture into secluded paths, hoping to lure out their shadowy backers, but not a single ghost appeared.

For several days in a row, he drove around the suburbs every day, releasing the accelerator and pressing it again, turning the steering wheel repeatedly.

"With no one watching me, no one should dare to mess with me for the time being."

Time flows by silently, and before you know it, the year is drawing to a close again.

After pondering for a moment, Lin Quan decided on his itinerary: first return to Beijing, then go to Hong Kong for the New Year.

After receiving their year-end bonuses and having their holidays approved, everyone packed their bags and boarded a flight to Beijing.

"Yuzhu, how much of the prize money did you take this time?" Yan Bugui turned to the side and glanced at Lin Quan.

"Go ahead and say it, it's not like it's something to be ashamed of." Lin Quan waved his hand, looking relaxed.

"Two hundred thousand." He Yuzhu grinned.

"The two of us together, 150,000 Hong Kong dollars." Yan Bugui turned to Yi Zhonghai, "Uncle, what about you?"

"One hundred thousand Hong Kong dollars," Yi Zhonghai replied with a smile.

"Dad, Mom, Jie Kuang, Jie Di, and I will each receive 30,000," Yan Jiefang interjected.

"Even if you work in Beijing for a full year, you probably won't be able to scrape together four hundred yuan in salary," Yan Bugui added.

"That's right." Yan Jiefang nodded, his joy at the bonus and salary was so great that he couldn't suppress the smile on his face.

"I'm thinking of buying a house in Hong Kong at the beginning of the year," Yan Bugui decided.

"Don't we have a place to live?" He Yuzhu scratched his head.

"Hong Kong property prices change every day. If you don't buy now, you'll only be able to look at the buildings with envy later. Buying it is a sure way to make money," Yan Bugui said confidently.

Hong Kong's property market is experiencing a rapid and sustained upward trend.

"Ah Quan, is it really possible to make a fortune by buying property in Hong Kong?" Yi Zhonghai asked.

In the Yaoyang Industrial Zone area, housing prices have soared to over 1,000 yuan per square meter.

"I'll buy. Houses in Hong Kong, Beijing, and Shenzhen are all expected to appreciate. Money in the bank doesn't keep up with inflation; buying a house is the safest way to live. If I want to settle down in Beijing, I'll have to wait a few more years," Lin Quan answered decisively.

"We have no children, what's the point of buying a house?" an older woman waved her hand.

"An old man and an old woman, surely they have nephews and nieces back in their hometown? Adopting one wouldn't be difficult," Lin Quan replied with a smile.

"I'll be sixty-one after the New Year. My children are just growing up, and I'm afraid I'll be lying in a coffin by then," Yi Zhonghai said with a wry smile, shaking his head.

"You definitely wouldn't want those rooms in the courtyard house. Anyway, the salary and property all go to Huai Ru; and she'll take care of us in our old age." The old woman had already calculated everything clearly.

Yan Bugui's smile deepened as his gaze swept over Yan Jiefang, Yan Jiekuang, and Yan Jiedi, who were sitting not far away.

Back in the Yan family, everyone was meticulous about money, and they would argue over every little thing. Their family ties were as bland as plain water.

Now that the granaries are full and people's pockets are bulging, the bond between fathers and sons, mothers and daughters is slowly warming up.

As for their eldest son and daughter-in-law who stayed in Beijing, Yan Bugui and his wife could only shake their heads and sigh.

Being good at scheming isn't a bad thing, but turning your back on someone as soon as you've used them is a moral failing.

As soon as Lin Quan got off the plane, someone was already waiting for him at the exit.

The wind was still howling, but no one dared to show him any displeasure.

No matter how strong the wind blows, life goes on, factories keep operating, and nothing can do without real money.

Not to mention that high-yield grain varieties have long been his shield.

If something unexpected happens, a whole series of businesses will have to come to a standstill—dozens of factories in Beijing will suffer monthly net profit losses of at least several billion Hong Kong dollars, not even counting the cutting-edge technology that was given away for free.

After chatting with several senior colleagues and having a casual meal together, Lin Quan said he wanted to go and watch the evacuation drill.

The group arrived at Songshan Industrial Zone. As soon as the alarm sounded, men, women, and children slowly moved out.

"The movements are too sluggish! Even the fastest runner took more than ten seconds, and most people dawdled for several minutes."

Looking at the crowds pouring out of the factory and dormitory carrying pots and pans and dragging suitcases, Lin Quan bluntly pointed out the problem.

"Ah Quan, what's your mental limit of how many seconds?"

"Ten seconds is the maximum—if you hear the alarm or feel a jolt in your step, you must rush out the door within ten seconds."

"Isn't this requirement too strict?"

"The massive earthquake that struck Chile eleven years ago..."

"Tens of thousands have died or gone missing, and millions have been displaced..."

"According to my calculations, there is a greater than 90% probability that a strong earthquake will occur in Beijing and its surrounding areas within the next ten years."

"I'll trust you this time. We'll make the drills a regular practice, and the evacuation time will be strictly controlled at ten seconds."

"Dilapidated buildings must also be renovated."

"Funding is indeed tight right now."

"Learn from Yaoyang Bank's approach and provide employees with low-interest or even interest-free loans, even if it means not charging a single penny of interest."