Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

He had already figured out the Silver Surfer's surfboard spatial folding technique, so he figured he might as well use it.

The energy shield was activated, and the mountaintop villa instantly vanished from sight.

This shield is not only durable, but it can also be fully or partially invisible, allowing you to hide or reveal it at will.

After resting at home for a few days, feeling refreshed, he hopped on his flying motorcycle and flew straight to Kyoto across the ocean.

Money sitting in the account unspent is nothing more than cold numbers jumping around on a server.

He plans to allocate funds to donate to several top universities in China, nominally under the name of "industry-academia-research collaboration".

In Xuyang's R&D building, there are more than a hundred engineers, most of whom are Chinese students studying abroad.

In this Marvel universe, he is a Chinese man holding an American passport.

His body is in New York, but his heart is in Jiangnan—why would he spend money to feed American college students?

In his previous life, his surname was Lin; in this life, it's Zhong. He has absolutely no connection to Pan Tu, and he doesn't know anyone named Chen Yangqiao.

With a light touch of his wrist on the smartwatch screen, Chen Jin made a call, and an hour later, he arrived by car.

"Mr. Chen," Chung Kwok-hung greeted him with a smile.

"Mr. Zhong," Chen Jin nodded in greeting, his expression humble.

The two found a well-established restaurant, went into a private room, and ordered several hot dishes and a pot of warm wine.

"I would like to donate funds to Chinese universities in the name of university-enterprise cooperation," Zhong Guohong said bluntly.

"How much does Mr. Zhong plan to invest?" Chen Jin asked with a smile.

"Eight hundred billion US dollars," Chung Kwok-hung blurted out.

"Such a grand gesture?" Chen Jin was slightly taken aback.

"When spread across more than 3,000 universities in China, this amount of money is actually not that much," Zhong Guohong said calmly, without any emotion.

He has $1.2 trillion in his account, and even after withdrawing $800 billion, he still has over $400 billion in his pocket.

Xuyang Mountain Villa is currently raking in profits daily, with cash flow far exceeding expenditures.

With 400 billion yuan set aside for emergencies, there is more than enough.

"Does Mr. Zhong already have a preferred university in mind?" Chen Jin then asked.

Chung Kwok-hung handed over a list, which was densely packed with school names and corresponding amounts.

"Why don't I see Kyoto University, National Tsing Hua University... or even the University of Tokyo?" Chen Jin was slightly surprised.

"Kyoto University and National Tsing Hua University have plenty of money to spare, they don't need this money; the academic atmosphere at the University of Tokyo has become increasingly superficial in recent years, I have no intention of adding to its already stellar reputation," Chung Kuo-hung said bluntly.

After a hearty meal and drinks, accompanied by Chen Jin, Zhong Guohong went on a whirlwind tour, signing strategic cooperation agreements with each school.

Among the recipient universities, the top ones received more than $30 billion, while the next tier received several billion.

After the donation was completed, he mounted his flying motorcycle, took off, and headed straight back to Sunrise Villa in California.

After only two days of rest, Phil Coulson, the current director of S.H.I.E.L.D., personally came to visit.

Nominally, S.H.I.E.L.D. belongs to the Joint Council; in reality, the US holds the most say in it.

The Dragon Warrior possesses incredible power and involves large-scale cross-border fund flows, so it is naturally most appropriate for S.H.I.E.L.D. to "take care" of this matter.

Chung Kwok-hung responded calmly: "No one has the right to interfere with ordinary charitable donations."

Did Eric and Raven not pay taxes when they bought the serum? The contract clearly states in black and white: Xuyang Villa only charges the price after tax, and the tax liability lies entirely with the buyer.

The IRS is really capable; they even went after the clients to collect the outstanding fees.

With irrefutable contracts in hand and overwhelming strength as his trump card, Chung Kwok-hung didn't take the tax bureau seriously at all.

To avoid taxes, a group of wealthy individuals simply reduced the declared tax base for each vial of serum to $10,000.

In this land that believes in the power of money, the voices of the wealthy have always been louder than the laws.

"Zhong, have you considered supporting top universities like Princeton, Harvard, and Yale?" Phil asked tentatively.

"They have no shortage of money or resources," Zhong Guohong said, shaking his head slightly.

"Chung, don't forget, you're an American citizen," Phil gently reminded him.

"I earned this money," Chung Kwok-hung said calmly. "With my current abilities, getting a new passport is faster than getting a new shirt."

"Zhong, we really don't need to be so tense, right?" Phil immediately softened his tone.

"Phil, take a look at this first." Zhong Guohong nodded to Natasha, the American female secretary beside him.

Natasha quickly presented a thick stack of cooperation agreements.

Phil flipped through a few documents, then hesitated and said, "Zhong, aren't Harvard, Princeton, MIT—ready-made partners?"

"More than 80% of the 300 core researchers at Xuyang Mountain Villa are PhDs from Harvard, Princeton, and MIT. However, all of their dozen or so key projects are currently stuck in a bottleneck."

"Even if I throw money at these schools, it's hard to get any real technical help—have you ever heard of 'learning from others' to improve your own skills'?"

"Chinese students are quick-witted and hardworking. With these hundreds of billions of dollars I've invested, it might only take a few years to reap trillions or even hundreds of trillions of dollars in industrial returns," Chung Kuo-hung said confidently.

"Then... we should apply to Tsinghua University and Peking University, right?" Phil was still puzzled.

"Phil, you are a man of great capacity and open-mindedness. In my villa, there are already graduates from Tsinghua University and Peking University holding important positions. You may not know, but the research strength of Harbin Institute of Technology, East China University of Science and Technology, University of Science and Technology of China, and Northwestern Polytechnical University is in no way inferior to that of Tsinghua University and Peking University."

"Their reputation is slightly inferior, for two reasons: first, almost all of their top students are drawn away by Peking University and Tsinghua University; second, their funding is far from enough to support an equivalent amount of research and development investment..." Zhong Guohong slowly explained.

"Since top students are flocking to Peking University and Tsinghua University, you should prioritize funding them." Phil still didn't get it.

"Tsinghua University and Peking University are financially powerful and have no shortage of funding. Nine out of ten of their top students will go to the United States for further studies. I will directly poach them, casting a wide net and carefully selecting the best candidates, understand? I'm eyeing the hardcore graduates from East China University of Science and Technology, Harbin Institute of Technology, and Northwestern Polytechnical University." Zhong Guohong said confidently.

"Phil, Mr. Zhong means that he wants to use the guise of cooperation to recruit talent from East China University of Science and Technology, Harbin Institute of Technology, and Northwestern Polytechnical University." Natasha nodded softly.

After repeatedly studying the "Yin Yang True Scripture," Wanda and Natasha had already submitted to him, their minds and bodies quietly tamed.

"Oh...I see." Phil nodded slightly, still somewhat skeptical.

"By the way, how's Nick doing lately?" Chung Kwok-hung changed the subject.

"Sigh, I haven't heard from him in a while either." Phil dodged the question, his eyes slightly darting away.

Phil Coulson is the current director of S.H.I.E.L.D., and a trusted confidant handpicked by former director Nick Fury.

His claim of being out of contact with Nick for so long is completely unfounded!

"I heard that things have gone wrong at Hydra, and Nick is working hard on the serum?" Chung Kwok-hung casually remarked.

Phil was startled: "Zhong, you...know Hydra?"

"Absolutely not. I just happened to be passing by and overheard them having a long phone conversation," Chung Kwok-hung denied outright.

In reality, he often used his divine sense to scan and his telepathy to probe, and no clue could escape his notice.

Nick knew everything about that serum lab.