Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

The middle-aged man in the dark gray suit next to him, Yu Ze, glanced sideways at his employer, Yamamoto Jiro, behind him, and smirked: "Dr. Zhang, our Mr. Yamamoto is asking for two hundred Yanhuang coins—to buy this prescription of yours."

"Would it be convenient for us to take a look?" Li Ziqiang's tone was gentle, but carried an undeniable weight.

Zhang Yuanhe, a 65-year-old traditional Chinese medicine doctor, slowly glanced at his two sons standing beside him; they nodded slightly before he turned and went back into the house, bringing out a yellowed, curled piece of old paper.

"The paper is brownish, and the ink is deep and rich; it must be at least a hundred years old." Li Ziqiang tapped the corner of the paper with his fingertip. "Three hundred Yanhuang coins, I'll settle on the spot."

Yu Ze leaned closer to Yamamoto and whispered a few words, then raised his voice: "Four hundred!"

"I'll take a high-resolution picture, 500." Li Ziqiang said unhurriedly.

"Sign the contract, one thousand exactly." Yu Ze slammed the document down on the table.

"No contract, just photos, 1200." Li Ziqiang didn't even lift his eyelids.

"Mr. Li, Mr. Yamamoto is a distinguished guest from East Island!" Yu Ze raised his voice, his shoulders taut.

"Our Yaoyang is a legitimate company registered in Hong Kong and based in mainland China." Li Ziqiang's tone was flat, yet it was as sharp as a blade scraping against bricks.

"You've offended a foreign guest; be careful you don't end up in a lawsuit!" Yu Ze's temple throbbed slightly.

"Go ahead and sue," Li Ziqiang said, straightening his cuffs. "The lawyers at Yaoyang's legal department specialize in dealing with all kinds of dissent and never tolerate foreign sycophants."

After a heated debate, with neither side willing to back down, Yamamoto Jiro, unable to prevail over the price, finally stormed off.

Three hours later, at the entrance of another traditional Chinese medicine clinic in the west of the city.

"Why is it you again?!" Yu Ze's eyes widened.

Li Ziqiang raised the price again and won another handwritten secret recipe.

At the same time, similar scenes unfolded in multiple cities across China.

Relying on stronger financial backing, faster response, and more substantial cash reserves, Yaoyang snapped up goods from store to store, with bundles of ancient prescriptions filling his account.

The "Hanfang Revival Project" painstakingly developed by Dongdao was nipped in the bud – a lot of money was spent, but not a single prescription was obtained. If it continued, the translation fees, travel expenses, and entertainment expenses alone would bankrupt the budget.

Those foreign businessmen who considered themselves of noble lineage ran into Yaoyang's wall one after another.

If they can't win an argument, resort to violence and suffer a loss or beating, they'll turn around and run to the embassy or the media to complain.

The lawyers from Yaoyang's legal department arrived with a complete chain of evidence, including witness testimonies, audio and video recordings. Before the controversy could even begin, they were completely subdued.

……

After completing three hours of the Pangu visualization technique, Lin Quan's consciousness settled, and he stepped into the replica of Earth.

All the data collected by the smartwatch is fed into the central chip that replicates the Earth in real time.

Xiao Bai's true form resides in the data core of the Treasure Basin simulation, while the Xiao Bai in the watch is merely a high-fidelity projection clone of it.

Every fixed period, Lin Quan would fully synchronize the information recorded on his watch to the chip system on his own Earth.

To ensure everything was in perfect order, Xiaobai archived a full one hundred copies of his core data.

Five of the original backups are sealed in five vacuum glass chambers, each with a three-meter-thick outer shell made of aerospace-grade titanium alloy.

Lin Quan raised his hand to bring up the 3D map projected by his smartwatch and locked onto the archaeological coordinates once again.

Having read through countless ancient texts, he knew very well that there were three paths to cultivation: forging bones and refining skin was physical cultivation, drawing in qi and absorbing breath was qi refining, and concentrating the mind and guarding oneness was spirit cultivation.

The Pangu Great God Visualization Technique is a top-tier method for cultivating the spirit; Iron Shirt, Yi Jin Jing, and Golden Bell Cover belong to the body cultivation lineage; while the dual cultivation method hidden in the Yellow Emperor's Inner Classic is a superior path for refining Qi.

If one seeks longevity, all three are indispensable, and one must master each of them.

Without the assistance of the Mysterious Woman, even if one diligently studies the secrets of dual cultivation in the Yellow Emperor's Inner Classic day and night, one cannot escape the limit of lifespan.

When the Pangu visualization technique is practiced to a high level, it can preserve the soul and consciousness.

But if only a lonely soul remains, how much flavor is there in living?

He scanned the entire Qin Shi Huang Mausoleum with his spiritual power but found no trace of the legendary elixir of immortality.

Lin Quan was not surprised—in fact, he found more than a dozen lost techniques and seven or eight ancient elixir formulas in the hidden compartments of the underground palace.

Even if elixirs made according to ancient formulas are inedible, they still hold considerable research value.

Everything in the world has its use: some people use pig manure to fertilize the soil and nourish seedlings, while others use fermented soybeans to make sauce and enhance its aroma.

Even the pill formulas unearthed from the First Emperor's mausoleum, even if the pills produced are useless or even poisonous, can still be used to extract ingredients, reverse engineer processes, and verify ancient methods.

After spending more than three hours exploring five ancient tombs, Lin Quan withdrew from the replicating Earth project.

"Xiao Bai, in the name of Yaoyang R&D Company, simultaneously push the core blueprints and manufacturing processes of fighter jets, bombers, passenger planes, submarines... and aircraft carriers to the corresponding units on the other side; then in the name of Yaoyang Studio..." Lin Quan said.

"Received." Xiaobai's clear and crisp reply came from the watch.

Yaoyang Group established a fully digital management system early on, and after Xiaobai went online, he took on most of the trivial tasks.

When the entertainment company ran out of songs and scripts, Xiaobai immediately allocated a batch of classic works to fill the gaps.

The newspaper's serialized novel is about to be discontinued, so Xiaobai directly sends an entire new work to it.

After finishing his business, Lin Quan strolled into the billiards room.

Jin Huimin, Yamada Keiko, and a few others were chatting and playing around the pool table, their clothes light and neat, showing off their figures.

He casually picked up a cue and played for more than ten minutes, pocketing the ball accurately every time, unstoppable.

For him, billiards is nothing more than an intuitive game of force and angle—with a little control, it goes into the net steadily.

After chatting in a foreign language for a while to warm up, he changed into his swimsuit and jumped into the pool.

Time flies, and two years have passed in the blink of an eye.

That morning, a line of trucks loaded with equipment roared off and headed toward Shenzhou on the other side of the river.

Yaoyang Group currently owns three major industrial bases: Beijing, Shenzhen, and Hong Kong.

All the newly built chip factories, wafer fabs, smelters, and machinery plants were located in the capital.

The newly built industrial park in Shenzhou specializes in complete vehicle manufacturing;

The Xiangjiang Industrial Park focuses on clothing, textiles, footwear and food processing.

High-precision, high-profit production lines have been gradually moved from Hong Kong to Beijing.

Hong Kong is still under American control, and Lin Quan is unwilling to pay an extra penny of heavy taxes there.

If it weren't for his concern for the livelihoods of his local employees, he would have moved all his garment and textile factories across the border long ago.

After a year of hard work, Yaoyang Automobile Factory finally produced several prototype vehicles.

Integrating the technological essence of Dongfeng, Changan, Chery, BYD and other companies, Yaoyang Auto's quality control and performance far surpass those of imported models of the same class overseas.

The level of car manufacturing on Earth in the 21st century is something that Earth can only dream of.

A more streamlined body, a more fuel-efficient engine, and a lower failure rate...

Even the car window glass manufactured by Fuyao Glass Technology surpasses its foreign counterparts by a significant margin in terms of light transmission, pressure resistance, and sound insulation.