Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

"Precision crystal wafers, precision crystal batteries... and even small reactors? Just hearing the names makes you shake your head."

"The film will be broadcast as usual, with a focus on 'Little Chef King paying taxes according to the law'."

"Understood."

Lin Quan became an instant sensation after appearing on Haizhou TV, his popularity soaring uncontrollably.

The phone screen lit up, he glanced at it, pressed the answer button, and blurted out, "Dad."

"Did you really make money?" Lin Weijun asked.

"How did you know?" Lin Quan was taken aback. His parents were almost fifty years old and still used old-fashioned button phones. They didn't watch live streams and lived far away in Chongqing, so they never tuned in to Haizhou TV.

"How long are you planning to keep this a secret?" Lin Weijun asked, his tone tinged with annoyance.

"I was just afraid you'd worry unnecessarily," Lin Quan replied with a smile.

"As long as you haven't done anything illegal, why should we worry about it?" Lin Weijun's voice softened.

"I'll transfer the call right away," Lin Quan said.

"Come back soon—Old Li's daughter from the village is quite suitable; I've asked around several times," Lin Weijun added.

He chatted with his mother, grandfather, and grandmother for a while, and then transferred 500,000 yuan to his parents' account.

After selling cold noodles for more than two months, I still only send two thousand yuan home each month.

It's not that I don't want to give more, it's that I'm afraid I won't be able to explain it clearly.

They used to earn 8,000 yuan a month at the factory, but suddenly their income turned into hundreds of thousands. The two elderly people kept wondering if they had touched something they shouldn't have.

Zhong Xing, the son of his cousin Zhong Zhikai, recognized him at a glance while scrolling through short videos and casually shared the news in the family group chat. The news spread throughout Zhongjia Village that very night. Now, Lin Quan felt perfectly justified in transferring the money, without even needing a reason.

He had originally planned to go home at the end of the year and then explain the matter in detail.

"That's great, no need to make things up anymore, that's satisfying."

Feeling relaxed, he then guided Liu Yu, Li Xiong, and Ma Tao through the process.

How to make the broth and how to prepare the chili oil—teach them these things as soon as possible, and you can completely let go of the cold noodle shop.

If I really quit, I'll lose over ten thousand yuan a month.

He trusted these three people and wasn't afraid they would line their own pockets while he was away.

Even if this shop closes tomorrow, he can easily set up an even more profitable restaurant.

"Brother Quan, we still have a little over a month's rent left. Should we renew it?" Liu Yu asked.

"Old Li, you should ask the landlord first: if the rent isn't going up, we can sign another year; if it is, we'll find another place immediately," Lin Quan said.

"Okay." Li Xiong nodded.

The result was both unexpected and not unexpected—the landlord neither raised the rent nor renewed the lease.

Lin Quan knew this perfectly well, and immediately sent Lao Li to the city center to find a shop.

With a daily turnover of over ten thousand yuan and long queues every day, it's no wonder the landlord was tempted.

These days, money is everything; who doesn't look to profit?

In just a few days, the shop was finalized: nearly 200 square meters, with a price of 45 yuan per square meter per day.

"A monthly rent of over 260,000? That's outrageous." Ma Tao frowned.

"Rent can be deducted from taxes, so it's like living there for free," Lin Quan answered readily.

The profits are only taxed, and the annual rent of over three million yuan is more than enough to cover them all.

At the end of the month, after deducting the rent, the remaining amount is divided among the tenants.

"After working hard for thirty days, all I got was rent money," Li Xiong sighed.

"Didn't everyone get tens of thousands?" Ma Tao grinned self-deprecatingly, a cigarette dangling from his lips.

"We moved to a new location in about ten days, and the price of cold noodles increased to twenty," Lin Quan said.

"Twenty? Won't that scare people away?" Li Xiong hesitated.

"Even vegetarian noodles in the city center sell for over ten yuan, and beef noodles for one or two hundred yuan, and there are still long queues outside the shops," Lin Quan said.

"That's true." Li Xiong nodded.

"I'll contact GG. The new store sign and the old store notices all need to be put up," Lin Quan said.

"Hmm." Ma Tao took out a pack of cigarettes and handed one to each person.

"The city center has a large flow of people, and we don't have enough manpower. Should we hire a few more?" Li Xiong suggested.

"Okay, recruit six more." Lin Quan smiled.

For the next few days, he spent almost every day at the new store overseeing the renovations.

The job is simple: lay anti-slip mats on the floor, paint the walls white, and keep it clean and tidy.

Haizhou, one of China's first-tier megacities, has an area of ​​just over 6,000 square kilometers but a resident population of over 20 million.

The new shop is nearly 200 square meters, with a monthly rent of over 260,000 yuan.

The old shop is about 120 square meters and has a monthly rent of 45,000 yuan.

With the new store renovation completed and the "Little Chef King" sign just hung up, and only a few days left on the lease of the old store, they moved there.

"Wasn't it ten yuan a bowl? How did it become twenty?"

"The rent in the new place is five or six times that of the old one."

Most customers didn't ask any questions and left after buying their cold noodles.

In the city center, wealthy people congregate, and a bowl of cold noodles costing twenty yuan is nothing more than the price of breakfast to them.

With generous portions and authentic flavor, this bowl of noodles is truly satisfying.

At dinner, Ma Tao, holding his bowl, asked, "How much did you collect today?"

"More than 330,000," Lin Quan replied.

"A net profit of just over 220,000?" Li Xiong raised an eyebrow, unable to hide his smile.

The daily rent is about 9,000, the total salary of the 19 employees is 8,000, and the pre-tax gross profit is about 230,000.

"The expenses here are high, so we need to raise employee salaries a bit," Lin Quan said.

"How much?" Li Xiong asked.

"Base salary is 6,000, full attendance bonus is 1,000, performance bonus is 8,000; we pay all the social insurance and housing fund contributions ourselves, and give employees a portion of the contributions." Lin Quan paused, and then added.

"Base salary of six thousand? Bonus of eight thousand?" Ma Tao frowned.

"It's common for ordinary positions in the city center to start at seven or eight thousand. We set it at six thousand, which is already far above the minimum wage in Haizhou City; with full attendance bonuses and other benefits, the take-home pay is fifteen thousand, which is less than what a street office clerk earns," Lin Quan said in a plain tone.

On paper, the average wage has risen to 15,000 yuan, but the actual labor cost is only a few thousand yuan more than it was in the urban village.

With rents increasing several times over and cold noodles going from ten to twenty dollars, it's only reasonable to put salary increases on the agenda.

After all, rent, vegetable prices, transportation, and children's tutoring fees in the city center are all weighing people down.

"That's true. The average annual income of a clerk in a town in Haizhou is around 200,000 yuan, which is not high for us." Liu Yu nodded.

"Let's add another year-end bonus..." Lin Quan continued.

"Okay, we'll do it your way," Li Xiong agreed with a smile.

"Listen to Brother Quan," Liu Yu immediately replied.

"Let's just do it this way for now." Ma Tao smiled.

After a month of sales, the new store netted over eight million yuan after deducting all expenses.

Lin Quan stared at the numbers for a few seconds, unable to process what was happening.

On second thought, it all makes perfect sense.

With him included, Little Chef King is number nineteen, and his shop is located in the most sought-after prime location in the heart of Haizhou.

Excluding rent and labor costs, each bowl of cold noodles nets a profit of 17.7 yuan.

"Many listed companies don't even make as much profit as this noodle shop in a year," Liu Yu thought with a sense of relief.

"Summer is almost over, how much longer can we sell cold noodles?" Li Xiong looked out the window, a little worried.

"Starting tomorrow, I'll teach you how to make Zha Jiang Mian (noodles with soybean paste)," Lin Quan said.

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