Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

"Even after nine infusions, it still retains its lingering flavor, truly a masterpiece. Besides Wuyishan Zheng Yan Da Hong Pao, there are also Lion Peak Longjing, Dongting Biluochun, Anxi Tieguanyin..."

He traveled to different places, and wherever his footsteps took him, top-quality Longjing tea, premium Biluochun tea, and mellow Tieguanyin tea were produced.

From now on, you only need to call the treasure basin, and the tea leaves can be replicated continuously without having to stir-fry them yourself.

Back on Earth, he boiled a kettle of water and brewed a pot of Tieguanyin tea.

"The aroma is enticing, and the taste is sweet and smooth. The Yixing teapot truly complements this rustic charm."

In his spare time, he also began to reproduce precious spices such as ambergris, agarwood, bezoar, and sandalwood.

Take a piece of agarwood and make a mosquito coil; light it with a lighter, and wisps of smoke rise.

"The rich burn agarwood, while ordinary people burn 'agarwood mosquito coils'—the scent is equally pleasant, and they also repel insects."

"Make more replicas of Xuande incense burners, and place one in each room, specifically for burning incense."

A few minutes later, several bronze censers appeared in the room. The censers were slightly warm, covered with incense ash, and a wisp of sandalwood fragrance slowly spread out.

"My mind is clear and my heart is at peace. This fragrance is truly addictive—I'll order it every day from now on."

He roughly estimated that the incense would burn for less than three hours, so he casually ordered another batch.

"This time it can burn for a full twenty-five hours, one plate a day, no doubt about it."

Just as Lin Quan was living a carefree life, copying his favorite things one by one, Hong Kong had quietly undergone a transformation.

The newly established Hong Kong Internal Affairs Department is rapidly recruiting staff, retrieving case files, and sorting out clues.

Lei Biao, who once held absolute power, had long been designated as the number one target for surveillance by the Internal Affairs Department.

The banks, television stations, major companies, and even the factory perimeter of Yaoyang Group are guarded day and night by personnel from the Internal Affairs Department.

At four o'clock that afternoon, Lin Quan entered a time-honored restaurant as agreed.

Pushing open the door to the private room, one could see Lei Biao, Long Fei, Wu Tianhao, and a few others sitting around chatting, the tea still steaming and their laughter still echoing.

Seeing everyone with furrowed brows and somber expressions, Lin Quan didn't even lift his eyelids, his expression as calm as still water.

Lei Biao frowned slightly: "Mr. Zhong, the Internal Affairs Department has just been established in Hong Kong."

"Whether or not it's put up a sign has little to do with me," Lin Quan said calmly, without any emotion.

Throughout Hong Kong, there are many who give money and even more who receive it. If the Internal Affairs Department were to investigate, it wouldn't be his turn.

This new government office is clearly aimed at combating corruption.

"Mr. Zhong, don't forget—Singapore and the United States have been keeping a close eye on Yaoyang Group for a long time." Lei Biao lowered his voice.

"They're really something, just reach out and take it." Lin Quan's lips curled into a sneer, a look that was both mocking and sarcastic.

"Mr. Zhong, how about... we join forces?" Lei Biao gritted his teeth, his voice heavy.

"Mr. Lei, the US has 12,000 troops stationed in Hong Kong." Lin Quan didn't respond directly, only mentioning it lightly—he didn't want to confront the US directly; the most important thing right now was to get Lei Biao out of Hong Kong as soon as possible. Once he left, the Americans would lose their pretext for questioning him.

"Let me think about it some more." Lei Biao's Adam's apple bobbed, his eyes filled with hesitation.

"Mr. Lei, you're not short of money now, why not just go abroad to retire and enjoy some peace and quiet?" Lin Quan picked up his teacup, his smile gentle.

Long Fei chimed in, "Brother Biao, take a step back, and the world will be a much bigger place."

Americans were wary of Lei Biao, but the group of American brokers behind him also pocketed a lot of money.

Once this matter is brought to light, even the Governor of Hong Kong, Michael, will be in a real bind.

The employees transferred from the mainland to Hong Kong needed local people to act as guarantors to obtain Hong Kong residency.

Hong Kong's rules are clearly stated: with a local guarantor, you can obtain residency.

His interactions with Lei Biao and Long Fei were just ordinary social exchanges.

It is reasonable and justifiable for an old friend to give a few small gifts.

In the early days, giving money to gangs was considered "tribute," a way to ensure a peaceful life—everyone knew the truth in their hearts.

With law firms, television stations, and newspapers under his name, Lin Quan appears to be as stable as a rock.

As for those hidden schemes and intricacies? Faced with overwhelming power, they are nothing but paper knives, easily pierced with a single thrust.

The establishment of the Internal Affairs Department is a good thing for Hong Kong, and Lin Quan wholeheartedly supports it.

As the chief detective of the police force, Lei Biao was destined to be the first to bear the brunt and take the blame for his superiors.

Ultimately, he was just a chief inspector, with inspectors, senior inspectors, chief inspectors, and so on above him.

The conversation ended, and everyone went their separate ways.

Lei Biao was filled with resentment and secretly instructed his men to provoke trouble, specifically targeting people from the Internal Affairs Department.

For the next two weeks, there were constant skirmishes on the streets, but things remained calm on Yaoyang Group's territory.

Established several years ago, Yaoyang Security Company has long been firmly established as the top security company in Hong Kong.

Several groups of thugs who robbed Yaoyang Jewelry and Yaoyang Bank were all subdued or wounded on the spot by security guards, and none of them were able to leave the gate alive.

Having witnessed the ruthlessness and accuracy of this team firsthand, both the legitimate and criminal elements abandoned their probing intentions.

The underworld fears their guns, and the legitimate world dreads their pens—Yaoyang TV, Yaoyang Daily, Yaoyang Law Firm—none of them are pushovers.

With his subordinates turning against him one after another, Lei Biao was burning with rage, but all he could feel was frustration.

It's just a minor issue; Americans don't bother with it.

If a truly egregious incident occurs, the US military stationed in Hong Kong will certainly not stand idly by.

With nowhere else to turn, he finally decided to leave Hong Kong.

More than a month later, Chief Inspector Lei, along with a group of his trusted men, quietly withdrew from Hong Kong.

No sooner had they left than the police posted an arrest warrant, officially launching the manhunt for Lei Biao and his accomplices.

The law does not punish the masses—most of the police force were ultimately spared.

That morning, Liang Tao from the Internal Affairs Department came to visit.

"Mr. Liang, please speak frankly." Lin Quan personally poured a cup of tea and pushed it in front of the other party.

"This tea is rare, truly a treasure among teas." Liang Tao took a sip, then said seriously, "Mr. Zhong, I've come today to ask you a question—have you ever given Lei Biao any valuable gifts?"

"I've already given you two watches, what, this isn't acceptable?" Lin Quan answered crisply.

Liang Tao paused briefly before tentatively speaking, "We suspect that Yaoyang Group and Lei Biao are involved in some kind of hidden transfer of benefits."

"Where is the evidence?" Lin Quan asked, his eyes clear.

"The tape recorders, VCDs, TV drama broadcasting rights, and computer distribution channels in the Western Continent market... all of them were handed over to your company through Lei Biao," Liang Tao said slowly.

"What do you mean I gave up the Xizhou market to Lei Biao? All of our company's products are certified and compliant, and are circulated in Hong Kong. Whoever offers a fair price and has complete procedures will get the goods—is that wrong?" Lin Quan raised the corner of his mouth, but the smile did not reach his eyes.

"Mr. Zhong, you've certainly seen something new today." Liang Tao sneered through his nose.

"A dog that licks a foreigner's boots and barks wildly, don't linger under my nose, or you'll end up being chopped up and boiled into soup one day." Lin Quan's voice was extremely low, but every word was sharp and cutting. "Take care, I won't see you off."

"We'll see how things unfold!" Liang Tao clenched his fist, turned around, and strode away.

"This guy's brain's filled with cement, we need to pry it open and let it breathe." Lin Quan picked up his phone from the table and dialed a number.

……

"General Manager, everything is here."