Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

Nineteen people sat at two large round tables, with more than twenty main dishes served in rotation at each table.

After a satisfying meal, Lin Quan got up to pay the bill—the two tables together cost a little over eight thousand.

Those two alloy technologies were sold to China Industrial Group long ago, bringing in 200 million Chinese yuan.

At present, there are no plans to buy land and build a factory. They already own a house and a car, so they have plenty of money and very few places to spend it.

After a few words of small talk, everyone dispersed.

Lin Quan sat idly for a moment, then casually dialed Nie Xiaoyu's number.

"No time? How about another one?"

Once the thought was clear, he turned and went into a nearby bar.

"Late stage, won't last more than three and a half months."

Lin Quan, whose medical skills are unparalleled, can diagnose whether a person has any hidden illnesses and what kind of illness they have with just one glance.

He was also aware of whether there were any foreign objects lodged in his body.

"Handsome, would you do me the honor of having a drink?" A woman with outstanding temperament sat down beside him.

"Around twenty-eight, a natural beauty, dressed like a white-collar worker in an office building." Lin Quan's mind stirred slightly, and the corners of his mouth curled up: "Okay."

"My English name is Windsor, what's yours?" the woman asked.

"My surname is Lin, and I do some freelance work." Lin Quan picked up his wine glass and took a small sip.

"Freelancing?" Windsor raised an eyebrow.

"Work if you want, rest if you don't—I'm the boss, and I set the rules."

"Hey... I feel like I've seen you somewhere before?" She suddenly looked up.

"I also feel like I recognize it, but I just can't remember where I'm going to look," Lin Quan said casually.

He has a photographic memory, as sharp as a chisel, and would never mistake someone else's face—this was indeed their first meeting.

It was just a casual remark, nothing more than polite small talk.

"Oh! I remember now—you're the owner of Little Chef King!" Windsor said in a low voice.

"One of the partners," Lin Quan said with a smile.

More than an hour later, the two walked out of the bar side by side.

As soon as Lin Quan pushed open the door of the villa in the Cuizhu residential area, he was enveloped by the warmth that rushed towards him.

When I opened my eyes again, the sunlight was streaming in through the window, but the person had already vanished without a trace.

"I haven't even asked her real name yet."

His gaze swept over the bed, his expression turning slightly somber.

Beauties who were once out of reach are now entering our lives one after another.

Who should I take with me when I go back to my hometown for the Chinese New Year?

He shook off the lingering thoughts and turned to cook a bowl of noodles.

The hot soup warmed my internal organs, and I soaked in the medicinal bath for more than 30 minutes.

He took out the "Ten Tribulations Secret Manual" and practiced it for a while. He calmed his mind and silently recited the name of the Great God Pangu.

Last night's breathing exercises and internal energy cultivation did indeed slightly increase.

However, this growth is almost negligible.

With the spiritual energy of heaven and earth nearly depleted, cultivation methods like the Northern Darkness Divine Art have long been difficult to implement.

Only the Yin-Yang True Scripture is still functioning normally, but its progress is painfully slow.

"The threshold for body-refining techniques is getting higher and higher, while spirit-refining techniques remain as stable as a rock."

Just after 3 p.m., Lin Quan got on his electric scooter and headed out.

"Windsor's real name is Chen Shiyan, and she is actually the owner of Chen's Jewelry Store."

He stared at the shop from across the street for more than half an hour before turning his car around and leaving.

Since the other party has already quietly withdrawn, there's no need for him to keep asking for clarification.

I grabbed a quick bite at a roadside eatery and returned to Cuizhu Residential Area after dark.

I casually placed a few online orders, then turned on my computer and started typing away on the keyboard.

Not long after, a message notification popped up with a "ding".

"Are you coming to the year-end writers' gala?" Xingkong sent a message.

"Which day?" Lin Quan didn't respond to the previous question, but asked directly about the time.

"The 18th of the twelfth lunar month." Starry Sky replied instantly.

"Where is the location?" he typed again.

"Haizhou Origin Headquarters," Xingkong answered crisply.

"Okay," Lin Quan replied.

If it were delayed until after the 20th of the twelfth lunar month, he would definitely cancel.

We are currently in Haizhou, only a dozen kilometers away from the Origin headquarters.

I'll make an appearance on the 18th, then drive back to my hometown after the event; perfect timing.

"How many words is there in the total word count of 'Superpowered Ones' so far?" Xingkong changed the subject.

"More than 150 million," Lin Quan replied crisply.

"So many?" Xingkong felt a surge of warmth in his heart—in the world of online novels, word count is a source of confidence.

"If I really wanted to write, even a billion words wouldn't be enough," Lin Quan said confidently. The official "Superpowered Ones" already exceeded 30 million words; if I added all the stories of the mutants in the fantasy world, a billion words wouldn't be a difficult task.

"Several film and television companies have already contacted us, expressing interest in purchasing the film and television adaptation rights to 'Superpowers'," Xingkong added.

The original agreement stipulated that OriginChinese.com would only receive 30% of the copyright, while Lin Quan would retain the remaining 70%.

Making movies, developing games, publishing physical books—he's in charge of these things.

"Three-year film and television adaptation rights, a flat price of 100 million Chinese yuan. Not a penny less, no discussion." Lin Quan typed this sentence.

"It's too high, no one will take it," Xingkong replied truthfully.

"Then leave it there," Lin Quan said indifferently.

After a full sixteen days, all the components of the small reactor were finally completed.

During the same period, Lin Quan's rudimentary artificial intelligence also completed about one-tenth of its work.

He personally drove to the headquarters of China Industrial Group and personally installed the reactor body.

"It's all installed already?" Wang Zhennan was taken aback.

"The fuel hasn't been added yet." Lin Quan took out several basic materials and quickly synthesized them on site.

Fuel was injected, the switch was pressed, and the reactor started up smoothly without any abnormal noises, fluctuations, or readings.

"This is unbelievable!" Wang Zhennan exclaimed.

"It's unbelievable!" Liu Boyuan, a six-star engineer, exclaimed, his voice trembling with excitement.

The safe, controllable, and efficient small reactor has now been truly realized.

Lin Quan looked up and asked, "Chairman Wang, is Jingjing still being made?"

Wang Zhennan, suddenly filled with pride, blurted out, "Let's build it! We must build it!"

Once this incredible reactor is running stably, the production of high-precision crystals will be a certainty.

"Your current equipment isn't precise enough. With a little upgrade, we can process a reactor module the size of a fist. With such a module, we might actually be able to replicate Iron Man's suit," Lin Quan added with a smile.

"Mr. Lin, can you adjust the equipment's precision?" Wang Zhennan's eyes lit up, and a smile spread across his face.

"It should be fine." Lin Quan nodded.

"Shall we upgrade the equipment first?" Wang Zhennan asked urgently.

"Is it really a choice between fine crystals and precision?" Lin Quan raised an eyebrow and smiled.

"Let's do it together!" Wang Zhennan gritted his teeth and made the decision.

After spending several days at Huaxia Industrial Group, Lin Quan left behind a complete set of blueprints and process parameters before driving back to Haizhou.

"Seven-star technician, you've got your gun license and your sidearm has been issued."

"You still want me to become a full-time employee? Do you really think I can become a permanent employee?"

Lin Quan, who studied the Yin-Yang True Scripture, was not suitable for a position within the Huaxia Industrial Group.

He was determined to go down this path to the bitter end, but neither Nie Xiaoyu nor Liu Qian took over the reins.

Chen Shiyan left without saying goodbye, without even a word of explanation. How could she possibly have any intention of spending her life with him?