Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

After his eldest cousin, second cousin, and brother-in-law made their decisions, Lin Quan swiped his card.

Three detached houses, each occupying approximately 200 square meters, with a total price of over 7.8 million.

It comes with a garden and garage, which naturally increases the cost, so it's normal for it to sell for a higher price.

After signing the contract, Lin Quan went to another sales center and picked out a larger one for himself.

In the future, if I've been drinking when I go back to the county town for business, I won't have to travel in the dark.

When the child is born, we will have a house in the county town, so we won't have to rent a house every year, and we won't have to travel back and forth to our hometown every day.

After lunch, the seven drove to the largest car dealership in the county.

Lin Quan waved his hand: "Choose whichever one you want."

"Ah Quan, can I choose a Mercedes?" his second cousin-in-law, Yang Qiu, teased him with a smile.

"If you're allowed to choose, then really choose. Don't be shy," Lin Quan said with a smile.

"I'm not going to touch anything that leaks oil. Let's get a Chang'an SUV instead." She made the decision on the spot.

It's not that I think Mercedes is bad—even if it doesn't leak oil, routine maintenance, insurance, and repairs still cost a lot of money.

Chang'an's headquarters are in Chongqing. Buying their products means lower insurance premiums, faster repairs, and cheaper parts.

In recent years, domestically produced cars have become increasingly solid, and at the same price, they are just as good as imported cars.

Seeing his older cousin, second cousin, and brother-in-law all circling around the Tank 500, Lin Quan swiped his card and bought three.

After asking a few more questions, I casually bought six storefronts, two for each of us.

"Ah Quan, where did you get so much money?" Zhong Zhikai finally couldn't help but ask.

"I made over ten million from the cold noodle shop, and I also saved some money from writing books," Lin Quan answered readily.

He didn't mention a single word about the 700 million from Huaxia Industrial Group.

The seven people drove four cars back to Zhongjia Village in Baoshan Town.

After dinner, Wang Shicheng and Lin Guoxiu drove their new car back to Wangjia Village.

After returning to his room, he practiced the Ten Tribulations Secret Manual as usual, and then meditated on the Great God Pangu for two hours. Lin Quan then slept soundly until he woke up naturally.

I called Wang Zhennan and went to the town to get all the building permits sorted out.

"Nine hundred square meters is enough."

After the land acquisition was finalized, Lin Quan returned to his room and began drawing plans at his desk.

"Three underground floors and two above-ground floors."

The blueprints have been completed, and the construction team has been finalized; construction will begin after the New Year.

The next morning, Lin Quan received a phone call and drove to the county town.

"Ah Quan." His second cousin-in-law, Yang Qiu, waved to him from the roadside.

"Cousin, cousin-in-law," Lin Quan greeted them.

"Let me introduce you..." my second cousin's wife said with a smile.

He put on a smile and nodded to his blind date.

For the past three years, this matter has become an unavoidable topic every Chinese New Year.

He had been on more than twenty physiognomy trips last year, and had long since developed a keen eye for spotting talent.

Two years ago, I was still foolish enough to treat people to meals, movies, and milk tea, spending money like water.

Parents, uncle and aunt took turns saying, "A-Quan, treat them to a nice meal."

Meeting once costs three or four hundred yuan less in your bank account; meeting again costs another three or four hundred yuan less.

Later he figured it out—no need to spend a lot of money, no need to waste time, no need to drag things out.

A cup of tea costs about ten yuan. After finishing it, we got up and went our separate ways.

Half an hour later, the girl got up to say goodbye.

"How are you feeling?" Yang Qiu asked.

"I don't feel anything," Lin Quan shook his head.

He was a composed and decent-looking person, but his true colors were revealed as soon as he opened his mouth: he suffered from a herniated disc, endocrine disorders, and relied on medication to stay alive all year round...

He doesn't seem like a decent person. If his cousin and his wife hadn't been sitting next to him, he would have made an excuse about his phone ringing and left long ago.

Sometimes, we have to put on an act and go through the motions in life.

I treated my cousin and his wife to lunch, then accompanied them to stroll along the pedestrian street and bought them a few parkas.

I returned from out of town before the Lunar New Year with my trunk full of local specialties, but I couldn't find any room to pack clothes for my family.

"The fleece-lined leather shoes look sturdy, and they'll fit my parents perfectly."

This time he was very generous, giving everyone—the elderly, the elders, and the children—a new set of clothes, shoes, and socks, leaving no one out.

"It's almost all ready," Zhong Zhiqiang said.

"Okay, let's go back first and come back in a couple of days," Lin Quan agreed with a smile.

On the 28th day of the twelfth lunar month, the family began preparing for the New Year.

On the first day of the Lunar New Year, people go up the mountain to worship their ancestors, burn incense, and kowtow. On the way down the mountain, they collect red envelopes.

Lin Quan is not married yet, and even though he has money, he is still considered a "junior" in the eyes of his elders, who will continue to accept his money.

Grandparents, parents, maternal grandparents, and maternal uncles and aunts each received a red envelope, varying in thickness but all heavy with meaning.

"Uncle, Happy New Year!" Chung Sing, Chung Fei, Chung Gang, and Chung Li entered the door together and lined up in a row.

"One hundred each, take it." Lin Quan pulled out four bills. "Whoever gets into high school will get a computer and a cell phone; whoever gets into university will get a house and a car."

"Thank you, Uncle!" The children took the money and looked at each other in bewilderment—they had thought they could get several thousand yuan, but each of them only got a single red bill.

He treated everyone equally, even his sister's son, Wang Yinghao, received exactly one hundred yuan, no more, no less.

In the afternoon, having nothing to do, he took his fishing rod and went to his uncle's fishpond.

On the first day of the Lunar New Year, no one urged him to go on blind dates, and it was very peaceful.

On the second day of the Lunar New Year, just as dawn broke, Lin Quan drove into the county town.

Lately, things haven't been going well, and staying at home might cause trouble.

Staying still? You'll probably be dragged to meet people again. You might as well go out and move around.

As the old saying goes, "Class reunions are all about breaking up couples."

He didn't want to get involved, but he couldn't refuse.

My old roommates called one after another to invite me, and I felt obligated to go.

He stopped his car at a tobacco and liquor store in the county town and bought several cartons of cigarettes and two cases of Moutai.

My close roommates each gave me a pack of cigarettes and two bottles of liquor as a New Year's gift.

The expensive cigarettes and alcohol stored at home were reserved specifically for my father, grandfather, and maternal grandfather.

A gift for a classmate? Buying it fresh out of the store is presentable and practical, and it won't make you look stingy.

"Two packs of cigarettes cost a little over a thousand, and a bottle of wine costs a little over a thousand."

He glanced at the time on his phone, parked his car, and walked towards the Daqin Hot Pot restaurant.

"Brother Quan!" Chen Lei waved through the glass window.

"They're here." Lin Quan quickened his pace to greet them.

Of the more than fifty students in my high school class, about twenty were present this time.

Class reunions are always like this—they start out packed with people, but get less and less crowded as they go on.

"Brother Quan, you've struck it rich?" Tu Qiang grinned and joked.

"Just trying to make a living." Lin Quan scratched his head and chuckled.

"Still pretending?" Niu Xiong glanced at him sideways, his face full of disbelief.

Lin Quan took out a pack of Zhonghua cigarettes and handed one to each of them.

"The cigarettes that rich people smoke really don't taste right," Wu Bo joked with a laugh.

"If you keep joking around, I'm really leaving." Lin Quan put on a stern face, but there was a smile in his eyes.

The four people in front of me are not only high school classmates, but also roommates who squeezed into the same dormitory building back then.

Back when he was working in Haizhou, Lin Quan never held back when he was short of money.

Every time the call ends, the money arrives in your WeChat or Alipay account within half an hour.

If anyone truly claims to "never lend money to others, nor borrow money from others"—Lin Quan would simply avoid them.

Friends should lend a hand to each other; what kind of friendship is it if you can't even lend money to someone?