Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

Just after 9:30, one after another, the live streamers arrived.

The trend started by Liu Qian's live stream yesterday has attracted a lot of people.

The more than 800 servings of cold noodles prepared in the morning were mostly sold out in less than half an hour.

Lin Quan was covered in sweat as he cooked noodles while simultaneously slicing cucumbers.

"Brother Quan, the dry noodles are all gone!"

"Brother Quan, we're almost out of chili oil!"

"Brother Quan, the soup is almost gone!"

He was busy until 2 p.m. before he could finally catch his breath.

Unable to keep up with all the livestreamers, he quickly cleaned up, ate lunch, and immediately began preparing the next pot of cold noodles.

There's another tough battle to fight this afternoon, and at this rate, things will definitely get hectic.

"Chuanxianglou is closing down, Aquan, are you interested in taking it over?" Ma Tao asked.

Chuanxianglou is located in the middle of the main street of the urban village, covering an area of ​​about 100 square meters, with a monthly rent of 45,000 yuan.

Lin Quan's heart skipped a beat, but he really didn't have that much cash in his pocket.

He used to eat there often, and he had specifically inquired about it—the owner only charged rent for a minimum of six months.

"Shall we team up?" Ma Tao then asked.

"I have other plans in mind." Lin Quan frowned slightly.

"Let's take it first, and see how things go from here on out," Ma Tao said confidently.

"Okay." Lin Quan nodded.

Just after 3:30, people started pouring in one after another.

He was busy until 7 p.m. before he finally pulled down the roller shutter.

A rough calculation shows that 760 bowls of dry and cold noodles were sold today, netting a little over 52,000 yuan.

Half an hour later, the three of them squeezed into a small restaurant.

"You're here," Li Xiong greeted with a smile.

"I'm exhausted." Ma Tao rubbed his shoulders and smiled bitterly.

"How much did you collect?" Li Xiong pressed.

"A little over fifty-two thousand," Lin Quan answered crisply.

"You only earn this much in a day?" Li Xiong's eyes widened.

"Of the eight hundred bundles of dry noodles, forty bundles remain unsold," Lin Quan added.

"My hands are still shaking." Liu Yu took out a pack of cigarettes and handed one to each person.

"You've really gone all out, even buying cheap cigarettes," Li Xiong joked with a smile.

"It's posted by Brother Quan, one post a day." Liu Yu grinned.

Ordering food: three meat dishes, two vegetable dishes, and one soup; drinks: two bottles of the most expensive Old Village Chief liquor.

"Old Li, how about the four of us take over Chuanxianglou together?" Ma Tao picked up a piece of twice-cooked pork and made the suggestion.

"Okay," Li Xiong replied readily.

After a quick discussion: each person should contribute 100,000 yuan; the shares will be 40% for Lin Quan, and 20% each for Ma Tao, Li Xiong, and Liu Yu; the monthly salary for each person working in the store will be tentatively set at 8,000 yuan; if Lin Quan is no longer present to oversee things, his salary will be waived.

"Old Li, have you finished the resignation procedures?" Ma Tao asked again.

"It's all done. You don't need to clock in starting tomorrow." Li Xiong nodded.

"So fast?" Ma Tao was taken aback.

"My position is in high demand, so I spoke with General Manager Yang of the Production Department a while ago..." Li Xiong briefly explained what had happened.

"Brilliant idea!" Ma Tao gave a thumbs up.

"Alright, Lao Li will go directly to the owner of Chuanxianglou tomorrow to discuss the transfer—if the price is too high, we'll find another shop." Lin Quan made his decision.

"Okay," Li Xiong replied.

"The internet says things are coming to an end in Ukraine," Ma Tao changed the subject.

"A comedian has taken the top spot, and Ukraine has become a nation of brothels and prostitution," Lin Quan said coldly.

"Brother Quan, I heard there are more women than men over there, and quite a few beauties..." Liu Yu interjected.

"Right now, all I care about is money," Lin Quan said with a straight face.

"That treasure, is it still in its original condition?" Liu Yu blinked.

"These are family heirlooms, how can they be opened so easily?" Lin Quan said frankly.

After a satisfying meal, everyone dispersed.

After finishing his morning exercise, Lin Quan immediately rushed into the fire.

Around 10 a.m., Li Xiong arrived in a hurry on his electric scooter.

"Old Li, how did the talks go?" Ma Tao asked, looking up.

"There are still more than three months of rent left, and the landlord is asking for 150,000 yuan without charging a transfer fee." Li Xiong wiped his sweat.

"Rent," Lin Quan said decisively.

"Okay, let's go over together after you catch your breath." Li Xiong washed his hands, put on a mask and gloves, rolled up his sleeves, and started helping to pick out the noodles.

Busy until 2 p.m., just as the last customer left, he casually ignored the live streamer who was engrossed in her broadcast, swept and mopped the floor, turned off the lights, closed the door, and headed straight for Chuanxianglou.

The contract signing and money transfer were completed in just over an hour.

Back at the rented apartment, Lin Quan taught Liu Yu and Ma Tao how to make cold noodles.

"Making a steady supply of 800 bowls of dry noodles a day is enough."

"Just hang in there for a few more days, and once we move into the new place, sales will increase at any time."

Eight hundred bowls of dry noodles, plus a whopping seven hundred bowls of cold noodles, netted a profit of fifty-five thousand.

Cold noodles are quick and easy; just grab a handful and you're done in the blink of an eye.

The spoon for scooping the seasonings is just right—a bowl of noodles, a spoonful of braised sauce, a spoonful of chili oil, and a spoonful of fresh chopped green onions, not too much and not too little.

Liu Yu's wife, Ma Tao's wife, and Li Xiong's wife all completed their resignation procedures one after another.

At 8 p.m. that evening, all the stainless steel buckets and basins in the rented room were moved into Chuanxianglou.

"That's about enough. Let's find somewhere to grab a bite, and we'll start working right here tomorrow morning."

Looking up and seeing the words "Little Chef King" on the storefront, Lin Quan felt a little more at ease.

The shop, spanning over 120 square meters, is spacious and only serves cold noodles.

"Not counting the 50,000 yuan I spent on taking over Chuanxianglou, I still have more than 310,000 yuan left in my account."

It cost 150,000 yuan to take over Chuanxianglou. The three of them each invested 50,000 yuan, and kept another 50,000 yuan for working capital.

They ate and chatted, enjoying a lively meal, and then everyone went home when it was time to leave.

After finishing his morning exercise, Lin Quan went straight to Little Chef King and made a few phone calls.

Seven people ran a cold noodle shop, and their quick work doubled their business.

Just past 9:30, customers had already gathered at the entrance, along with online celebrities holding up their phones to livestream.

"No wonder there's always a line; this cold noodle dish is amazing!"

"Ten yuan has arrived via QuickPay..."

"Brother Quan, the noodles are almost gone!"

"Cut some more cucumber strips."

"The scallions are almost gone."

"The braising sauce and chili oil are almost gone."

Two people were in charge of handling the noodles, and two people were in charge of preparing the toppings, which almost doubled the speed of serving the food.

The shop gradually quieted down around 1 p.m.

Li Xiong's wife, Chen Fang, couldn't contain herself and asked, "How much did we make today?"

"A little over fifty-four thousand." Lin Quan flipped through the account book.

They only received a little over 600 yuan in cash; the remaining 53,000 yuan was all deposited into that special receiving card.

Ma Tao's wife, Wang Manman, immediately followed up with, "How much net profit did you make?"

"Forty-one thousand plus zero," Lin Quan answered crisply.

"Are we about to turn things around?" Ma Tao's eyebrows shot up.

"Once the autumn winds blow and the weather gets cold, cold noodles will be hard to sell," Li Xiong said, pouring cold water on the idea.

"Sell cold noodles when it's hot, and switch to soup noodles when it's cold," Lin Quan replied naturally.

"That's true." Li Xiong nodded.

At eight o'clock in the evening, everyone gathered at a small restaurant for dinner.

"Today's turnover is 100,753, with a net profit of 82,800," Lin Quan announced with a smile.

"Over 80,000? You really got it?" Wang Manman's eyes widened.