Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

Once you become a full-time employee, those private matters will be brought to light—Nie Xiaoyu, Liu Qian, Chen Shiyan, one by one, they'll be laid bare, and you'll probably find it hard to even leave your house.

They do special work, receive special treatment, and naturally have to shoulder special responsibilities.

"Unofficial technicians are actually quite free; they can come whenever they want, and no one can force them to come if they don't want to."

Back in Haizhou, Lin Quan bought a safe and locked it inside, taking all his service weapon, gun registration certificate, and identification documents.

"As soon as the small reactor was completed, 500 million Chinese yuan appeared in the account; the bonuses of the unofficial technicians far surpassed those of the formal technicians."

If this technology were sold to Singapore, the United States, or other island nations, it would be conservatively valued at 100 billion Singapore dollars.

Lin Quan had no intention of aiding the enemy, nor did he consider money his lifeblood.

In his eyes, enough is enough; even a mountain of money is just a string of cold, emotionless numbers.

He declined the bodyguards arranged by Wang Zhennan and only received a late-gun permit and a service pistol.

Small reactors are crucial to the nation's future; two new alloys have a wide range of applications; and refined crystals will be the hardest currency in the next decade.

Fill the bathtub halfway with hot water, then slowly pour in the prepared medicinal broth.

Lin Quan immersed himself in the medicinal soup, his mind calm and focused, silently observing the image of the great god Pangu.

A moment later, the phone rang.

He glanced at the screen, a slight smile playing on his lips, and tapped the phone to answer.

"Brother Quan, I'm back in Haizhou. Where are you?" Liu Qian's clear voice came through.

"At home," Lin Quan replied.

"I've bought the groceries, you cook." She said familiarly.

"Okay," he replied readily.

A few minutes later, Nie Xiaoyu called again.

"Let them choose for themselves—who stays and who leaves is entirely up to them."

More than an hour later, Liu Qian arrived first, followed closely by Nie Xiaoyu, and the two bumped into each other at the door.

Their eyes met, and they exclaimed in unison, "You?"

Lin Quan didn't beat around the bush and told the whole story.

"Brother Quan, I'm hungry." Liu Qian rubbed her stomach.

"Brother Quan, I'm hungry too," Nie Xiaoyu immediately chimed in, her eyes unwavering.

"I'll go cook." Lin Quan got up and went into the kitchen.

Liu Qian nodded, and there was no longer any place for Nie Xiaoyu; Nie Xiaoyu nodded, and he completely stopped his relationship with Liu Qian, and would never have any contact with Chen Shiyan again.

Three meat dishes, two vegetable dishes, and a soup; the three of them sat around the table and ate it all.

"I'm going to take a shower." Lin Quan wiped her hands and walked towards the bathroom.

"Brother Quan, I'll go with you." Nie Xiaoyu glanced at Liu Qian sideways.

"Brother Quan, wait for me." Liu Qian followed closely behind.

Two hours later, Lin Quan felt completely relaxed and lay down on the bed, feeling satisfied.

The next morning, Nie Xiaoyu and Liu Qian left together.

Lin Quan touched the back of his head; his head was a little throbbing, but a sense of solid accomplishment welled up inside him.

"There's always a way out; thinking too far ahead will only trip you up."

After completing his cultivation of the Ten Tribulations Secret Manual, he turned on his supercomputer to write programs; he went out for a light lunch and came back to continue coding.

Once artificial intelligence truly takes root, let it monitor the stock market and trade stocks for you.

"Next time you go to Huaxia Industrial Group, bring back a small reactor—from now on, don't even mention the electricity bill."

Just after 5 p.m., Nie Xiaoyu and Liu Qian appeared at the door together again.

Lin Quan took the basket of vegetables and turned to go into the kitchen to prepare dinner.

After finishing her practice, Nie Xiaoyu, her breath long and steady, leaned against the door and whispered, "Brother Quan, I'm going to the capital tomorrow morning."

Liu Qian continued, "Brother Quan, I'm going to Shenzhou tomorrow morning."

"Mm," Lin Quan simply replied.

"You're not allowed to hire anyone else." Nie Xiaoyu stared at him, enunciating each word clearly.

"I didn't ask you to interfere, so why are you worrying about it?" Lin Quan's lips curled up, his tone revealing undisguised certainty.

Liu Qian scoffed lightly, then lowered her body and moved even closer.

At eight o'clock in the morning, Lin Quan lay slumped on the edge of the bed, his limbs weak. He looked around—the room was so empty that only echoes could be heard. He shook his head and smiled.

The "infinite output" that could appear and disappear without a trace has long since vanished; and his own physique is far from robust.

Two weeks later, he boarded the high-speed train with his bag and went straight to the headquarters building of Huaxia Industrial Group.

Tightening screws, adjusting parameters, and modifying the structure, the machine runs more and more stably under his hands, and the processing accuracy keeps improving.

Looking up at the new factory building under construction in the distance, he felt at ease: the original small goal could be achieved ahead of schedule.

Refined crystals are not difficult to refine, and the supporting chip production line can be put into operation within a year at most.

Before leaving, he left behind a stack of core blueprints and a complete set of process manuals, taking only the palm-sized small reactor with him as he returned to Haizhou.

Liu Qian and Nie Xiaoyu were both still relatively new to the family, and neither dared to visit alone.

Lin Quan, however, diligently cultivated every day, his breathing becoming increasingly steady, and his muscles and bones becoming more solid day by day.

Liu Qian secretly hoped that Nie Xiaoyu would back down; Nie Xiaoyu, on the other hand, quietly waited for Liu Qian to give in first.

Lin Quan lived a relaxed and carefree life: morning exercise, coding, occasionally showing his face at Xiaochuwang, casually calling Liu Boyuan for answers, and calling home every now and then.

The skilled worker levels in Huaxia Industrial Group are divided into nine grades, with one star being the lowest and nine stars being the highest.

To date, Lin Quan is the only person in the entire group to have earned the Seven Star Badge.

Even Liu Boyuan, a veteran who was in charge of a major project, was only a six-star technician.

"Southwest Industrial Group is tackling the tough challenge of long-range aircraft; would you be willing to lend a hand?"

Lin Quan pondered for a moment, then opened his everyday notebook, Xia Wei, and with a few quick strokes, drew the outline of a disc-shaped aircraft.

The first-generation "Xuyang" does not rely on future technology—China's current technological foundation is more than capable of supporting it.

A real spaceship? That's still a long way off.

For seven whole days, he worked at his desk sketching and finally finalized the entire design.

After arriving at Huaxia Industrial Group, he pushed the blueprints onto Wang Zhennan's desk and turned to leave.

He didn't care whether they built it or who built it.

Upon receiving the drawing, Wang Zhennan immediately summoned key personnel, including Liu Boyuan, to review it overnight.

"How is it?" he asked.

"If the blueprints are correct, we can build it," Liu Boyuan replied readily.

"What about the budget?"

"Around fifty million."

"Are we manpower enough?"

Liu Boyuan paused for a moment: "The gap is not small."

Wang Zhennan sighed: "Then we have no choice but to join forces with the Southwest Industrial Group."

Huaxia Industrial Group has a wide range of businesses, but it doesn't have an aircraft manufacturing plant. Even with all the blueprints, it would take several years to go it alone.

With the help of Southwest Industrial Group, the finished product can be test-flown in less than a year.

If a nation is not strong, the wealth of its people can become a source of disaster.

Aircraft are truly vital national assets. With manpower stretched thin, Wang Zhennan had no other choice.

Southwest Industrial Group is China's top aerospace manufacturing force, with complete equipment including machine tools, molds, and heat treatment lines.

Power source – a small reactor brought back by Lin Quan; materials – lightweight alloys and super-strong alloys are already in stock and ready for use; blueprints – freshly drawn.

Cut materials according to the drawings and assemble them in sequence; the actual machine will be available within a year.