Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

The next day at dawn, Wang Zhennan carried reactor samples, alloy specimens, and a complete set of design drawings, heading straight to the headquarters of Southwest Industrial Group.

Lin Quan, meanwhile, was holed up in his study, typing out lines of code on the supercomputer.

After several sleepless nights, a truly intelligent program with life-level logical response capabilities was finally born.

"It's far inferior to that little white creature in the illusion world."

He was too lazy to bother with a name, so he just called it "Little White" as usual.

The character settings, the boundaries of superpowers, and the main storyline are all clearly explained, leaving only the details to develop on their own.

"Once the Jingjing chip is in mass production, I'll make a smartwatch myself."

The thought flashed through his mind, and he turned off the screen, got on his electric scooter, and headed towards Little Chef King in the city center.

After washing my hands, I put on my mask and gloves and stayed busy until closing time.

Lin Quan, Liu Yu, Ma Tao, and Li Xiong went into a small restaurant and ordered a few dishes to go with their rice.

"From now on, the money Little Chef earns will be split equally among the four of us, with each person receiving a quarter," Lin Quan said.

"That won't do. You're the one who taught me how to make this skill." Ma Tao waved his hand and left immediately.

"It's not just not acceptable, I'd feel like I'm losing out even if you took 40%." Liu Yu shook his head with a smile.

"Let's stick to the old rules," Li Xiong said.

"I'm busy and rarely show up at the shop, a quarter is enough," Lin Quan said calmly.

After several people tried to persuade him repeatedly, seeing his resolute attitude, they finally had no choice but to nod in agreement.

Lin Quan, who only takes 25% of the profits, earns just over a million NT dollars a month after tax from his cold noodle shop.

The pre-tax net profit was over nine million yuan. After deducting fixed expenses such as employee salaries and rent, there was still over eight million yuan left.

After paying income tax, I did indeed have a little over a million yuan in my pocket.

With over 700 million in assets lying in the account, Lin Quan didn't really care much about this small amount of money flowing in.

"When do we get a holiday?" Ma Tao put down his wine glass.

"You guys decide. I'm going back to my hometown in a few days." Lin Quan took out a pack of cigarettes and handed one to each person.

"So fast?" Li Xiong was a little surprised.

"It's already the fifteenth of the twelfth lunar month, is it still early?" Lin Quan said.

"The shop is so popular, making hundreds of thousands in revenue every day. I really can't bear to take a break," Liu Yu said, picking up a piece of food.

"Save as much as you can while you're still healthy, so you can feel more secure later," Li Xiong said with a smile and a nod.

"It's already winter, how can cold noodles still sell hundreds of thousands every day?" Lin Quan muttered to himself.

"We used vegetable oil, and it's not cold in Haizhou during the day," Ma Tao explained.

After drinking for a while, a few people got together to play bullfighting, starting at five yuan and capped at ten yuan. The wins and losses were small, it was purely for fun.

Back at the villa, the house was so quiet you could hear the clock ticking. Lin Quan sat on the sofa without moving.

"Who should I take home for Chinese New Year?"

After thinking for a long time without finding a solution, I simply shook off my distracting thoughts, closed my eyes, and visualized the Great God Pangu.

At 3 PM on the 18th day of the twelfth lunar month, Lin Quan arrived at the headquarters building of Origin Chinese Network.

Those invited were all "master-level" authors recognized by the platform.

Lin Quan, who rose to fame with his novel "Superpowered Ones," was immediately awarded the title of Platinum Author.

"Isn't that the guy who makes cold noodles? What's he doing here? Are they serving cold noodles at the banquet?"

"Do you know him?"

"The 'King of Cold Noodles' in Haizhou has amazing skills."

How much can you earn selling cold noodles?

"His shop makes hundreds of thousands a day."

"Nonsense! You think you can sell a bowl of cold noodles for all that?"

"I bet you don't even check the trending topics, you just stare at your keyboard typing."

"Cold noodles definitely won't be served at the year-end party; they'll probably be served by a specially invited chef."

"Boss Lin, your cold noodles are absolutely amazing!"

As soon as Lin Quan arrived at the registration area, he was surrounded by several authors who asked him all sorts of questions.

Half an hour later, the host took the stage to begin the show.

Thirty minutes later, it was Lin Quan's turn to go on stage to receive the award.

"Is that Chung Kwok-hung?"

"Did he write 'Superpowered'?"

"Isn't he tinkering with precision-engineered wafers, precision-engineered batteries, and miniature reactors?"

"Crystal chip? What's that?"

"Search it online yourself."

"I can't find it."

"Huh? Why were they all deleted?"

After running around until 5:30, everyone went to a restaurant for dinner.

There are ten people at a table, and the table where Lin Quan is sitting has exactly five men and five women.

"One naturally beautiful female author, two who have had plastic surgery, and two with ordinary looks."

After chatting briefly with his deskmate about writing and revising, and casually eating a few bites of food, Lin Quan got up to say goodbye.

The purpose of next year's gathering is simply to broaden our horizons.

Not long after returning to the villa, Liu Qian and Nie Xiaoyu came to visit.

After more than two hours of intimate time, Lin Quan was still refreshed and invigorated.

The more your strength increases, the more solid your physical fitness and endurance will become.

"Brother Quan, when are you setting off to go back to your hometown?" Nie Xiaoyu asked.

"We'll leave first thing tomorrow morning," Lin Quan replied.

"Oh," Nie Xiaoyu responded softly.

"Which of you would like to come home with me?" Lin Quan asked, looking at the two of them.

Liu Qian's heart warmed, but she said stubbornly, "I'm not going back to my hometown with you."

"Brother Quan, you go ahead and do it yourself," Nie Xiaoyu said softly.

"A good night is fleeting, every second is precious," Lin Quan replied with a smile.

"Just you wait, you'll see." Nie Xiaoyu raised her chin, her tone icy.

After finishing his morning exercise, having breakfast, cleaning up, tidying up his luggage, locking the door, he started his car and hit the road.

The supercomputer that I built myself is now lying steadily in the trunk.

As his grandparents and maternal grandparents grew older, Lin Quan had long ago made up his mind to develop a gene-based drug.

In the world of American TV series, he can create a flawless super serum using top-precision instruments.

Later, after contact with alien technology, they switched to pure chemical methods, directly raising the serum purity to 100%.

Then he entered the world of "Swallowed Star" and swallowed a massive amount of cutting-edge technology.

Now that this knowledge is all ingrained in his mind, creating gene-based drugs in the real world is not a problem for him.

"The gun, gun license, work permit, ID card, and supercomputer were all in the car."

"A small reactor is still kept in the basement of the Haizhou villa."

The core of this reactor is stuck at both ends: the equipment and the fuel.

The equipment has a built-in physical self-destruct mechanism; once disassembled, it is rendered unusable.

Even if you manage to decipher the equipment blueprints, without matching fuel, it's still just a piece of scrap metal.

He drove straight to Huaxia Industrial Group, moved the small reactor into his SUV, then went to his office, carried away four cases of baijiu and two cases of Huazi liquor, and stuffed them all into his bulletproof Tank 500.

He owns two Tank 500s: one he bought himself, and the other was provided by the company.

The vehicle provided by the group is longer, wider, and taller; it's also a specially made bulletproof model.

"Dad, Grandpa, and Grandpa on the maternal side are all heavy smokers. This batch is specially supplied to Hua Zi, enough for them to smoke for a long time."

People like to maintain a certain image, so if you put a special supply of cigarettes and alcohol at home, Lin Jiacheng and his family will be all smiles.

After leaving the group, he went into the shopping mall.

He's a big spender; he buys whatever he likes—cell phones, watches, bags.

"Let's not buy clothes yet. After we go back to our hometown, we'll take my parents to the county town to pick some out."

He got into the bulletproof seven-seater Tank 500, stepped on the gas, and headed straight for Chongqing.

This car has an official license plate, so it is exempt from highway tolls.