Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

With an incredibly strong recovery ability, he exercises every morning and evening without fail, and often works overtime when he's busy.

That morning, Lin Quan seemed to have an epiphany, so he took out the Treasure Basin and tried to replicate a century-old wild ginseng.

"Controlling the basin with mental power, without having to lift a finger."

Seeing the ginseng turn into two in the blink of an eye, his heart skipped a beat.

"Exactly the same? But it looks so awkward no matter how you look at it."

"A whole root can be restored, but what about half a root?"

The thought had barely formed in his mind when he slightly moved his fingertips, and half a ginseng root materialized out of thin air.

"Then... would a ginseng root as big as a radish work?"

After a second thought, he tried again.

The energy in the treasure basin receded quietly like a stream, while the ginseng emerged from nothingness, growing larger and longer, its outline gradually becoming clear...

"This ginseng is stronger than an adult human; it's probably the first of its kind in history."

"The efficacy is exactly the same, but the volume has increased several thousand times."

He picked up a grenade sniper rifle and started replicating it at a 10x multiplier.

"A 35mm caliber? In the blink of an eye, it's become a 350mm behemoth sniper rifle!"

Staring at the steel behemoth in front of him, he casually copied a matching ammunition.

"It's too big, we can't carry it, and it's easy for it to explode."

He then copied several sets of remote control brackets and smart aiming aids, steadily set up the giant sniper rifle, aimed at the distant mountain valley, retreated several hundred meters away, and pressed the remote control with his thumb.

"Bang--!"

A deafening roar tore through the air as the giant missile hurtled out.

The terrifying recoil directly overturned the gun mount, sending the entire giant sniper rifle tumbling through the air.

"Boom—!"

The distant mountain peak exploded in response, sending earth and rocks flying and dust billowing into the sky.

"All items copied through the Treasure Basin are stored in the archives and can be retrieved the next time you select them."

"Anything that has never been copied before, as long as the corresponding element is present in the Milky Way, can be created out of thin air according to my will."

Taking a deep breath to calm his racing heart, Lin Quan returned to Earth.

Slumped on the sofa, he once again unfolded the mental map and quietly probed into the depths of the imperial tomb on the other side of Earth.

"Hundreds of secret martial arts manuals, luck that just happened to come knocking on our door, you couldn't stop it."

His mental energy swept over him like a tide, and the words and phrases of the cultivation techniques were instantly imprinted in his mind.

"We entrusted our hopes to you, but all we got in return was nothing."

Of the more than three hundred martial arts manuals, not a single technique could help him break through his bottleneck or broaden his realm.

After rummaging through the yellowed medical and Taoist texts among the burial goods, Lin Quan turned his attention to his next target.

Day after day, month after month, time quietly slipped by for several years.

"Fiber optic cables have been laid all over Hong Kong, and computers and printers have all been installed locally."

The monitor's shape is almost identical to that of an old-fashioned black and white television, but with cleaner lines and a thinner bezel.

Lin Quan didn't compromise on the design of the keyboard and mouse at all—the key travel is solid, the touch is crisp, and the scroll wheel is smooth.

After installing the system and commonly used software and testing it, he nodded slightly, feeling confident.

"2GB RAM and 120GB hard drive are more than enough to run Counter-Strike and Warcraft III: The Frozen Throne."

"Chatting on WeChat, creating reports, playing games, building websites—I can do it all with ease."

After a moment's thought, Lin Quan made the decision: the first batch of computers should be used by themselves first.

It took more than three months to integrate banks, corporations, television stations, factories, and more into the computer management system.

Whether sitting at home or at a desk in the office, a few taps are all it takes to get a clear view of the operational status of each department.

Is computer use really that difficult? In fact, everyday operations are more straightforward than turning on a tap.

After a few days of intensive instruction and the distribution of several illustrated manuals, most people will be able to figure things out on their own.

Can't type? Look it up in the dictionary. It might be a little slower, but it won't make things difficult.

With the Pinyin input method, a light tap of the fingertip and Chinese characters will steadily appear on the screen.

The winter snow has melted, the cherry blossoms are just beginning to bloom, and another new year has begun.

After internal distribution within the group was completed, Yaoyang Computer was officially launched for sale to the public.

The cost was kept below 1,000 yuan, and the selling price was set at 3,000 Hong Kong dollars, with a clear and transparent price.

Some people buy it to play tower defense games all night, some use it to chat and gossip, and some use it to fill out forms, do accounting, draw diagrams and write plans.

To prevent future problems, Lin Quan issued a strict order: all computer users in Hong Kong must register with their real names.

When purchasing a computer, you need to fill in your ID number; even getting a network cable installed requires facial recognition and a signature confirmation.

Unlimited broadband speed and data allowance, monthly fee is only fifty yuan.

To quickly cultivate user habits and software ecosystem, Lin Quan painstakingly compiled two books—"Programming for Beginners" and "Computer Handbook"—and incidentally acquired a printing factory, printing millions of copies of each book.

After finishing printing computer textbooks, the factory immediately switched to printing martial arts novels and Hong Kong comic book volumes.

That morning, Lin Quan was flipping through the newspaper when his gaze suddenly stopped.

"The stock market bubble is about to burst."

He grabbed the phone on the table and dialed the number of Chen Bo, the general manager of Yaoyang Investment Company.

More than a month later, Yaoyang Investment quietly withdrew from the scene.

Foreign investors, eyeing the huge profits in Hong Kong, are scrambling to buy the shares dumped by Yiu Yang.

Once 90% of the positions were cleared out, the foreign capital chain broke, and the stock price plummeted.

Seeing the decline spiraling out of control, Chen Bo decisively ordered a full retreat!

Stocks worth billions of dollars were sold off in a crash, with blue-chip stocks falling one after another, turning the market into a bloodbath.

"The US dollars, Hong Kong dollars, and Singapore dollars we cashed out were all converted into Hong Kong dollars—more than 58 billion, enough for us to flip the table and start over."

"Barring any unforeseen circumstances, Hong Kong's property and land prices will only continue to plummet this year and next."

With the stock market collapsing, how can the real estate market remain unaffected?

Lin Quan stubbed out his cigarette, then flashed into the cloned Earth, downloaded, revised, and printed several books on practical investment strategies. He then turned and handed them to Chen Bo, ordering him to immediately organize a closed-door training session for all staff.

Those foreign investors who were hoping to make a quick buck lost everything, and many individual investors went bankrupt, with some jumping into the sea or off buildings. Such incidents are frequently reported in the news.

Lin Quan's expression remained unchanged. Stock trading is like betting; if you win, you get ten times your money, but if you lose, you get nothing—this business never shows mercy.

If you want to make money while lying down, you have to swallow the risks whole.

If he doesn't make money, someone else will; the outcome won't be better, it will only be more chaotic.

He glanced at the list of land parcels handed over by Yaoyang Survey Company and instructed his subordinates: "Take advantage of the low prices and buy up a batch of houses and land."

Real estate developers are facing a cash flow crisis and are eager to sell off assets. This kind of sure-fire deal should not be allowed to slip through Li Yangcheng's fingers.

With the stock market crash, businesses collapsed in droves, wealthy businessmen went bankrupt one after another, and auctions became a daily occurrence in Hong Kong—a small auction every three days and a large auction every five days.

When it was time for the land to be put up for auction, Yaoyang Construction Company appeared on time and raised its bidding paddle decisively.

One by one, the plots of land that Li Yangcheng had his eye on were all snapped up by Yaoyang Construction Company with a sharp drop in price.

At the property auction, Yaoyang Real Estate Company directly raised its hand to cap the price.

Shopping malls, residences, cinemas... even old warehouses, as soon as a transfer sign is put up, Yaoyang Real Estate quickly takes them over, making moves as swiftly as seasoned bargain hunters.

Yaoyang Investment Company raked in HK$59 billion in Hong Kong stocks; the group's smelting plants, machinery plants, chip plants, electronics plants, food plants, perfume plants, garment plants, telecommunications companies, and television stations, along with technology licensing revenue, have steadily exceeded HK$285 billion in just two years.