Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

"President Ho, it is our duty to revitalize Hong Kong's economy."

"So, Yaoyang Group recently bought a batch of land and a batch of houses."

He Yuzhu looked around the room, neither giving an answer nor making any promises.

In his mind, as the president of Yaoyang Bank, he had to keep a close eye on and safeguard every penny for A-Quan.

Whether the money lent out can be recovered remains a mystery.

Yaoyang Bank only has dealings with a dozen or so banks externally; all other business is handled internally within its own system.

Employees can apply for zero-interest loans from Yaoyang Bank when purchasing real estate or vehicles.

By using the purchased real estate or motor vehicle as collateral, you can obtain five years of interest-free funding support.

Yaoyang Bank remained firmly on the sidelines, while other financial institutions rarely had the same confidence.

With external companies closing down one after another, the loans already made are likely to be lost entirely.

……

A replica of Earth, on a military training ground.

Lin Quan, dressed in sportswear, suddenly had a firecracker appear in his palm.

He called this hand-thrown grenade, which explodes upon impact, "the smasher."

With a flick of his thumb, he detonated the weapon, then flung it a hundred meters away.

The bomb hit the ground and exploded with a deafening roar, scattering fragments of earth and rocks in all directions.

"To create a living arsenal with a mere thought?"

The whooshing sound of shells cutting through the air continued incessantly as one after another exploded, tracing arcs as they hurtled toward the distant target area.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Explosions came one after another, and the entire impact area was ripped open with ravines and billowing dust.

After playing with firecrackers for a few rounds, Lin Quan turned to replicating rocket launchers.

"Whoosh—whoosh—whoosh!" Rockets shot into the sky, leaving white trails behind them.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!" The ground collapsed in response, creating charred craters.

"If we replicate a six-barreled machine gun and simultaneously mass-produce ammunition, can we truly achieve ammunition sustainability?"

The thought had barely formed in his mind when he conjured up a Gatling gun, his left hand firmly supporting the barrel, and his right hand decisively pulling the trigger.

"Da da da—" The blazing bullet chain transformed into a torrent of metal, tearing through the air and shooting straight ahead.

After several minutes of repeated adjustments, the copying rate finally caught up with the firing rate.

Before long, the barrel turned from dark red to bright red, and then became slightly twisted and deformed.

"Only by replacing it with a more resistant ablation alloy can the six-barreled machine gun withstand continuous firing."

He exhaled a puff of smoke, flicked the cigarette butt from between his fingers, and then brought up the Stinger missile model.

Shoulder-fired anti-aircraft missiles roared into the sky, piercing deep into the clouds.

Unable to lock onto a target, these missiles eventually burst into clusters of cold flames high in the sky, like silent fireworks.

After several days, he mastered the operating procedures of the F-22 Raptor fighter jet.

As the plane soared into the sky, Lin Quan suddenly ejected from the cockpit.

Before he could even steady himself in mid-air, a brand-new Raptor had materialized out of thin air beside him.

Just as he was about to fall to the ground, his figure flashed and suddenly disappeared.

After hundreds of crashes and resurrections, he mastered textbook-level aerial costume changing techniques.

Upon returning to the ground, he summoned a Black Hawk helicopter, which took off.

After ascending to an altitude of several thousand meters, he leaped out of the cabin, and with a slight thought, a raptor instantly materialized.

"This makes the journey much easier—first, we climb by helicopter, then switch to fighter jets for the final sprint."

By constantly refreshing its body with the help of the Treasure Bowl, the Raptor becomes indestructible and its fuel never runs out.

"Rumors online say that the Foxbat interceptor can reach speeds of Mach 3.2, so let's head north."

He maneuvered the raptor to fly swiftly from south to north, eventually finding a perfectly intact flying fox at the northern base.

"The maximum speed is Mach 3.2, the treasure pot can be reset at any time, and the engine is not afraid of overload at all."

After mastering the logic of flight, he piloted the flying fox straight into the stratosphere.

"The space shuttle's cruising speed is more than ten times faster than any fighter jet."

The following morning, Lin Quan once again stepped into the replica Earth, successively manifesting space shuttles such as the Trailblazer, Endeavour, Columbia, and Atlantis.

"Many superconducting materials and high-temperature resistant ceramics have incredible properties, but they have not been able to be used in spacecraft because they are too difficult to process."

"I possess a treasure trove, and I can freely allocate and combine all the elements within the Milky Way."

"The strategy for dealing with the enemy can be summed up in four words: attack, defend, dodge, and retreat."

Lin Quan's thoughts surged like a tide, yet he stood still, like a contemplative statue.

After a long while, he slowly came to his senses and decided to delve deeper into materials science.

He will replicate everything on Earth and make it his private property.

The doors of all major military industrial groups and cutting-edge research institutes were opened to him.

From then on, whenever he had free time, Lin Quan devoted himself to studying the replication of Earth, without interruption for several months.

"For the man-portable tactical nuclear weapon, as a precaution, we will conduct a live-fire test first."

He set up the launch tube, retreated dozens of kilometers away, and pressed the remote control switch.

The signal arrived instantly, and the robotic arm precisely pulled the trigger.

With a sharp "whoosh," a 50mm caliber miniature nuclear bomb roared out, hurtling towards the mountain peak several kilometers away.

Boom! A deafening explosion tore through the sky, a blazing white fireball burst open, the light as bright as day, blinding people; the entire mountain was instantly vaporized, leaving only a scorched black flat ground, not even a single pebble was left.

"The miniature nuclear missile launcher has been successfully finalized, its destructive effectiveness meets the standards, and it has been reset."

With a slight thought, the cataclysmic destruction just moments before vanished instantly—the scorched earth turned green again, the cliffs healed, and the mountains stood majestically as before, as if they had never been shaken in the slightest.

After hundreds of rounds of simulation to confirm that the structure was rock solid and the fuse was foolproof, Lin Quan personally fired dozens of rounds to calibrate the trajectory and detonation timing one by one.

"If we encounter a tough opponent in the future, if one is not enough, we'll throw out ten. If ten are not enough, we'll spread out a hundred or a thousand. If all else fails, we'll directly unleash a strategic-level weapon."

The alarm clock suddenly rang, and Lin Quan raised his hand to turn off the ringing, exiting the cloned Earth without hesitation.

I enjoyed a hearty dinner, then lay on the sofa and scrolled through videos for a while. After that, I meditated cross-legged for four hours before falling asleep. I slept soundly until the aroma of porridge wafted into my nose in the morning.

After finishing his morning exercise, Lin Quan watched Qin Jingru and the others walk out of the courtyard chatting and laughing. He then turned around, closed the door, and once again immersed himself in the replica of Earth.

"It's time to build a real one—a space shuttle."

After scouring global aerospace archives and filling his mind with tens of thousands of alloy ratios and thermal protection solutions, he decided not to copy them, but to use a replica of Earth as his canvas to forge a spacecraft that truly belonged to him.

Replicating existing spacecraft is a piece of cake—the energy absorbed by the treasure trove every day is enough to build a fleet.

It's not difficult to replicate existing models using higher-grade materials; it just takes a little effort the first time.

But Lin Quan insisted on building it from scratch: he drew the blueprints himself, calculated the structure himself, and arranged the engines himself.

"It must be able to take off and land vertically, and leave immediately upon landing, leaving no trace."

"You can move forward, backward, left, right, hover, and climb at will."

After pondering for a moment, he decided on a disc-shaped fuselage.

"The thinner the edge, the better it cuts through the wind."

"Eight adjustable vector engines are installed, one pair each in the top, bottom, left, and right directions, serving as backups for each other."

With paper and pen in hand, sketches are laid out one by one.

If any proportion is awkward, I'll fix it immediately; if any curvature is stiff, I'll redraw it on the spot.