Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

The houses in Qinjiacun are crooked and dilapidated, with mud walls made of bamboo strips, and the tiles are crooked. Many roofs are still covered with tarpaulin.

The dirt road leading into the village was so narrow that only one truck could pass at a time. It was full of potholes and ditches, and on rainy days, the mud and water could reach up to your ankles when you stepped on it.

Lin Quan was thinking: the road had to be widened to eight meters, and all the old houses had to be demolished and rebuilt—not for any other reason than to make things easier and to please Qin Huairu.

Nine out of ten people in the village are relatives of Qin Jingru.

"A two-story house, including labor and materials, costs less than 20,000 yuan; for the 43 households in the whole village, the total cost is less than 900,000 yuan."

"Road construction, supporting facilities, and water and electricity connections to households will cost at most 1.5 million."

He summoned the village chief, explained his plan in a few words, and that very evening a village meeting was held where a vote was taken and the plan was unanimously approved.

Giving away money for road repairs and house construction is a waste; anyone who tries to stop them is a fool.

Just as King You of Zhou lit the beacon fire to make his beauty smile, Lin Quan, for the sake of his eyes and heart, and also for Qin Huairu, simply tidied up the entire village and made it neat and bright.

"I'll build myself a detached house with a yard, and then build a primary school."

He retrieved several construction blueprints from Earth, made a phone call, and arranged a time.

The next morning, the head of Yaoyang Construction Company's Beijing branch drove into the village in an SUV, slammed the blueprints on the table, and Lin Quan stopped asking about them.

The population census results for Yanhuang Kingdom last year were just released: over 983 million. Yaoyang Group's accounts are overflowing with cash; hiring is easier than buying groceries.

Once the team was assembled, the number of workers skyrocketed.

Road construction, factory building, house building—all required manpower. In the capital, city workers earned less than two hundred silver coins a month, and in the countryside, most earned less than fifty. Yaoyang offered three hundred, including all five social insurances and one housing fund, and immediately people lined up to sign up.

Technical backbone personnel transferred from Hong Kong are paid the same base salary as in Hong Kong, plus a subsidy of HK$2,000. Rent and food prices there have skyrocketed, and the average monthly salary last year had already reached more than HK$2,300. If the difference is not compensated, who would be willing to stay here?

Talking about relationships? It's time-consuming, mentally taxing, and rarely effective.

Lin Quan doesn't do empty talk; he only talks about real money.

When the money is right, people's hearts are at ease; when the work is done well, promotions and raises are sure to follow.

He used the "mentoring" method to bring Hong Kong employees back to their original positions in batches: locals learned how to build walls, lay lines, and pour concrete, and then the Hong Kong workers packed up and returned home.

Of course, the key positions such as chief engineer, supervisor, and structural engineer are still overseen by experienced professionals sent from Hong Kong.

That morning, after receiving a phone call, Lin Quan dialed several numbers in succession.

Yaoyang Investigation Company discovered that some of the employees transferred from Hong Kong had shady dealings—some kept mistresses in the village, and others took kickbacks by abusing their positions.

Prices are low here; locals earn less than HK$200 a month, while Hong Kong employees earn a starting salary of HK$4,000, plus subsidies and sales commissions.

Yaoyang's products are in high demand; as soon as they come off the production line, distributors are scrambling to buy them.

A pair of pants wholesales for ten yuan, but after being transported to Beijing or Chongqing, it can be resold for twenty or thirty yuan. Whoever has the goods can make money. So red envelopes are frequently given, and cigarettes and alcohol are frequently offered.

For lifestyle issues, a written warning will be issued; for breaches of work discipline, the employee will be dismissed.

Hong Kong had long abolished the old custom of polyandry, and Lin Quan would not tolerate two families under his command.

He, Qin Jingru, Qin Huairu, and Zhao Ya all had marriage certificates in hand, making their marriages legitimate.

……

In less than ninety days, Qinjiacun Village was completely transformed: rows of small buildings with blue bricks and gray tiles stood straight, cement roads stretched out into the distance, and red flags fluttered on the primary school flagpole.

One afternoon, Lin Quan suddenly had the idea to build a drug research center.

Approaching forty, who wouldn't want to be healthy and live longer?

Even if the pharmaceutical research institute cannot produce a formula for immortality, it can at least produce some life-saving medicines, painkillers, and fever reducers—only if the people can use them can it be considered that the effort has not been in vain.

In order to solve the problem once and for all, Lin Quan hired an engineering team to acquire land in the suburbs of Beijing to build a comprehensive hospital and a cutting-edge biological laboratory.

Once the hospital opens its doors to patients, there will naturally be patients; with patients, there will be no shortage of volunteers for drug trials.

People who can't afford medical care will remain numerous, not just now, but decades from now.

As long as safety is ensured through rigorous checks at every stage, and patients voluntarily sign informed consent forms to participate in clinical trials, it is not only reasonable and compliant with regulations, but also justifiable.

That morning, Lin Quan made a special trip to visit several senior figures.

After obtaining approval, he quickly submitted the materials, completed the approval process, and then bid on several plots of developed land adjacent to the park.

Yaoyang Bank, Yaoyang Insurance, Yaoyang Legal Services, Yaoyang Communications, Yaoyang Logistics, Yaoyang Pure Water, Yaoyang Real Estate... a series of "Yaoyang Group" companies are surging forward like a spring tide, successively advancing into the heart of mainland China.

After working in Beijing for more than two months, Lin Quan boarded a commercial airliner and returned to Hong Kong.

In his spare time, he would meditate and regulate his breathing, and instruct Xiaobai to download and print out car manufacturing blueprints and aircraft design data in batches.

"Living in Hong Kong is comfortable, but the focus of business needs to be shifted to the other side."

Hong Kong's economy is already mature, while the mainland is still in the initial stage of development.

By establishing industrial roots in inland areas, local finances can be boosted and grassroots development can be supported.

When taxes are paid in Hong Kong, only a drop in the bucket actually goes into the local coffers; the bulk of it is siphoned off by overseas capital.

Lin Quan has always believed in one principle: "Don't let the good stuff go to outsiders."

It benefits the foreigners, which is like cutting off your own flesh to feed the wolves.

As noon approached, Lin Quan strolled into the Fule Building.

As soon as Yan Bugui saw him enter, he grinned and said, "Ah Quan's here!"

"Uncle, are you still in good health?" Lin Quan asked with a smile, his words carrying a hint of knowing the answer already.

"It's perfectly stable." Yan Bugui patted his chest, his back ramrod straight.

"Where's the old man?" Lin Quan turned around and asked again.

"He's got plenty of energy! He could work for another three to five years without even breaking a sweat," Yi Zhonghai replied loudly.

Lin Quan checked each person's pulse and then said, "If you ever really want to take a break, just let me know."

"We're not laborers carrying sacks. Having something productive to do every day is ten times better than being cooped up at home," Yi Zhonghai waved his hand, his eyes gleaming.

"Want a couple of drinks?" Lin Quan casually picked up a jar of aged wine.

"Okay." Yi Zhonghai nodded.

"Uncle, you must be sixty-seven this year?" Lin Quan removed the mud seal and poured half a bowl of wine for each person.

"I'll be sixty-seven on the eighth day of next month," Yi Zhonghai said, picking up his bowl with a warm smile.

"Old Yi, we should have been receiving our pensions long ago in Beijing." Yan Bugui sighed, his eyes slightly curved. "The first time I competed with A-Quan in fishing, I lost ten yuan to him, and I was heartbroken for a long time afterward."

"According to Liu Haizhong, his monthly pension is less than one hundred yuan," Yi Zhonghai added.

"The average wage in the entire capital city hasn't even reached two hundred yet," Yan Bugui shook his head.

"My monthly income is enough for my second uncle to live on for a lifetime," He Yuzhu interjected with a smile.

"You earn 300,000 a month, not including year-end bonuses; Second Uncle's monthly salary was only 89 yuan back then—even if he worked for a hundred years, he would only earn a little over 100,000 in total." Yan Bugui counted on his fingers quickly.