Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

More than an hour later, the food was served, and the two ate and chatted, laughing continuously.

After dinner, he tentatively approached her. Seeing that she didn't dodge, Lin Quan reached out and picked her up, then carried her directly into the bathroom.

After practicing the Yin-Yang True Scripture once, the world gained another man in the truest sense.

"The internal energy is so weak it's almost imperceptible, barely better than nothing. In the real world, it's simply not suitable for cultivating this."

To conceal his martial arts technique, he set a 90/10 split: he would get 90%, and she would only get 10%.

Looking at his wife sleeping soundly beside him, Lin Quan lay down and quickly fell asleep.

After finishing his morning practice, feeling refreshed and relaxed, he treated Liu Qian to a hot breakfast.

As he entered the mall, he pointed to a bag and asked, "Do you like this?"

"I like that one." She tilted her finger and pointed to the one next to her.

He scanned the QR code to pay and handed the bag over.

"Thank you." She took it and thanked him.

After browsing around, when it was time to pay, more than 50,000 yuan was missing from my bank card.

They played until evening, then returned to the villa together.

With his exceptional marksmanship and innate talent, Lin Quan's combat abilities far exceed those of ordinary people.

"Her technique is a bit rusty; she still needs to practice."

Looking at Liu Qian, who was speechless for a moment, he felt a sense of unease.

Two days later, at 2 p.m., my cell phone suddenly rang.

"An unfamiliar number?"

Lin Quan pressed the answer button and blurted out, "I don't manage my finances, and I've never bought a lottery ticket..."

"Mr. Lin, I am the chairman of Huaxia Industrial Group..." Wang Zhennan began.

"Excuse me, is there something you need?" Lin Quan asked hesitantly.

"Do you have the core technology for those two materials?" Wang Zhennan asked bluntly.

"Didn't we already deliver the finished product to you?" Lin Quan replied.

"We agree to your terms. When will the contract be signed?" Wang Zhennan asked directly.

"It's too late today, I'll drive there tomorrow morning," Lin Quan said.

"Okay." Wang Zhennan nodded.

As dawn broke, Lin Quan was already in the driver's seat, heading towards Huaxia Industrial Group.

"Why didn't you choose the high-speed rail? It's such a hassle."

He settled in nearby and entered the group's gate at 10 a.m. the next day.

"Mr. Lin, welcome!" Wang Zhennan quickly came out to greet him after receiving the call.

"Two hundred million after tax, right?" Lin Quan got straight to the point.

"Everything's ready." Wang Zhennan smiled. "Did you bring the process data?"

"I'll write it on the spot," Lin Quan replied.

"Please, the meeting room is this way." Wang Zhennan stepped aside to lead the way.

A staff member handed him paper and pen, and Lin Quan bent down to write, listing out the complete production process for both materials.

The following afternoon, the contract was signed and the payment was received. Lin Quan was officially appointed as an unofficial technician at Huaxia Industrial Group.

"Mr. Lin, besides this, do you know anything else?" Wang Zhennan asked tentatively.

"Chairman Wang, would you like to get your hands on the chips?" Lin Quan smiled.

"You really understand chips?" A hint of doubt appeared in Wang Zhennan's eyes.

"Silicon crystals are too old, and graphene isn't stable enough—how about we go straight for refined silicon crystals?" Lin Quan asked rhetorically.

"How much should we invest initially?" Wang Zhennan pressed.

"Ten billion is enough to produce Jingjing; add another ten billion, and you can build a Jingjing battery factory and a chip production line—totaling around two hundred billion," Lin Quan casually estimated.

"What about the success rate?" Wang Zhennan asked again.

"How about we start with something simple—like a small reactor?" Lin Quan changed the subject.

"How young?" Wang Zhennan didn't answer, but instead stared at him. His heart was pounding: Was this young man, not even thirty, exaggerating?

"We can't make one the size of a fist, it's too difficult. Let's make one the size of a washbasin first," Lin Quan said calmly.

"Engineer Lin, are you really confident about a reactor the size of a washbasin?" Wang Zhennan was still skeptical.

The alloy issue could perhaps be attributed to good luck.

The world's smallest existing reactor is hundreds of times the size of a washbasin.

Can someone under thirty really overcome this hurdle?

"Chairman Wang, it won't cost much money or take long. Whether it works or not, we'll find out soon enough." Lin Quan said calmly.

"How much budget do you need? If it's too big, we'll have to go through the project approval process," Wang Zhennan said frankly.

"What equipment does the factory currently have?" Lin Quan asked in return.

"Come on, let me show you around." Wang Zhennan said with a smile as he led the way.

After touring the workshop and reviewing the documents, Lin Quan closed his notebook: "The materials are complete, the equipment is sufficient, and we can produce a prototype within a month. The cost won't be less than one million."

"Okay, this time, I'll take the gamble with you." Wang Zhennan took a deep breath.

Lin Quan was assigned a private office, fully equipped with a computer, printer, and stationery.

The drawings were completed and the process was finalized in three days.

As soon as the design was submitted, Wang Zhennan ordered a trial production on the spot without waiting for expert review.

It will take at least two or three months for the engineers to verify each item.

An investment of 400 million yuan yielded two alloy formulas worth tens of billions of yuan.

Even if a million-dollar investment goes down the drain, it's just a drop in the ocean.

Compared to the returns brought by those two alloys, this calculation is unnecessary.

After the blueprints and process specifications were handed over, Lin Quan drove back to his destination—Haizhou.

"Where is he?"

"I went to Yuezhou."

When are you coming back?

"It might take a few months. You know how it is with my job..."

The call ended. He opened WeChat, glanced at his contact list, and sent a message to Nie Xiaoyu.

Liu Qian had no intention of growing old with him, and Lin Quan never intended to beg him to stay.

"The Yin-Yang True Scripture is clearly less effective; it's becoming less and less effective at controlling people."

"It's more comfortable to part ways amicably and lend a hand or help out occasionally."

"Brother Quan!" Nie Xiaoyu gracefully jumped onto the back seat with a smile.

They went shopping, bought some things, and had dinner together. Afterwards, Lin Quan took her back to the villa.

As usual, he circulated the Yin-Yang True Scripture once, but his internal strength only increased slightly; he then practiced his spear technique for a while, and then closed his eyes and concentrated his mind, silently cultivating the Pangu Great God Visualization Technique.

She slept soundly until dawn, and after her morning exercise, she went out for breakfast before saying goodbye and leaving.

Lin Quan returned home alone, soaked in a medicinal bath to stretch his muscles and bones, and then practiced the Ten Tribulations Secret Manual for two hours.

"At this rate, sooner or later we'll have to split a day into 48 hours."

Shaking off the jumble of thoughts in his mind, he hopped on his electric scooter and headed straight for Little Chef King.

I glanced at the old shop as I passed by—the landlord's stall was deserted, so quiet that even flies wouldn't bother to land there.

"Chef Wang? His cooking skills are mediocre, but his skin is thick enough to be used as a city wall."

He glanced at the familiar yet unfamiliar old sign, twisted the accelerator, and sped away.

"Brother Quan, what a rare guest!" Liu Yu grinned, revealing his neat white teeth.

"Just stopping by on the way," Lin Quan replied casually.

"Long time no see, how about we have a couple of drinks tonight?" Ma Tao patted him on the shoulder.

"Okay." Lin Quan nodded, then casually asked, "How's the shop?"

"You're not blind yourself," Ma Tao said with a smile and a slight smirk.

It was only 3:50 p.m., but there were already about a hundred people lined up in front of the store.

At 8 p.m. sharp, everyone gathered at Yipinju.