Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

"Teacher Deng is too kind," Lin Quan nodded, his tone calm.

"Three to two, you're one less than me." Before Deng Qiang finished speaking, he had already cast his line into the water.

"Three to three." Lin Quan lifted his rod and flicked his wrist, and another silver carp leaped into the air.

"Four to three." Deng Qiang also picked up a can, the water droplets flying high.

"Teacher Deng, let's compete on speed, not slowness. Don't let your pole break," Lin Quan reminded him with a smile.

"With my skills, how could I break a rod?" He had barely finished speaking when a crisp "crack" was heard—the rod split open in two, one in front and one in back.

Nobody's perfect; everyone makes a slip of the hand sometimes.

Although Deng Qiang has won the fishing king title several times, the more he doesn't want to lose, the more tense he becomes. When he reels in the rod, he pulls it too hard and the rod can't withstand the strain.

"Hahaha..." Lin Quan laughed so hard his shoulders shook.

The screen was filled with comments like: "Laughing so hard I'm crowing," "Goose: Danger!" and "Chicken: I'm going first."

With a new pole in hand, Deng Qiang regained his footing.

"We'll see." How can the face of a several-time fishing champion be so easily dismissed?

In Tianyuan Deng Lianlian's live stream, the chat exploded:

"Is the rod that Teacher Deng is using really not as stiff as Director Lin's threaded steel rod?"

"Fishing rods can't just be compared in terms of stiffness. Some are light and easy to cast, while others are strong and resistant to tension. Threaded steel rods are designed to be 'strong enough to withstand heavy loads,' and for the same size, they are much heavier than ordinary rods."

"Anyone who fishes regularly knows that with a rod weighing just over 200 grams, after casting dozens of times, your wrist will ache so much you can barely lift it."

"It's as if we don't understand leverage."

"Leverage? I don't understand. I only remember the carrying pole we used to carry water when I was a child, one end was heavy and the other was light, the principle is similar."

As time went on, the outcome became increasingly clear.

Less than three hours later, the reservoir contractor rushed over.

"Boss, those geese over there, are they yours?" Deng Qiang asked, pointing to the shore.

"Hmm." The boss's face turned pale, and he nodded reluctantly.

"I don't want these two hundred-plus catties of fish. I'll refund the fishing fee in full, and I'll also throw in a goose. How about that?" Deng Qiang said.

"Really?" The boss's eyes lit up.

"What do you think?" Deng Qiang raised an eyebrow.

"Sure!" the boss agreed without hesitation.

"Boss, I'm not taking any fish with me. I'll refund the fishing fee and add two chickens," Lin Quan added.

"Okay!" The boss gritted his teeth and nodded vigorously.

A pound of silver carp costs thirteen yuan, so more than two hundred pounds would be worth over two thousand yuan. Refunding the fishing fee of eight hundred yuan and giving away a goose would save nearly a thousand yuan compared to letting someone catch all the fish.

Lin Quan caught 356 catties of fish, which is worth more than 4,600 yuan; the boss eventually lost a goose and two chickens. The net loss on paper was not that scary, but the pain was real.

"Director Lin, I'll catch the goose, you catch the chicken, it's my treat tonight!" Deng Qiang patted him on the shoulder.

"Let's see who's faster," Lin Quan replied with a smile.

The two men disappeared into the orchard. Deng Qiang spread his arms wide and chased after the strongest goose all over the place, the branches and leaves rustling.

Lin Quan stepped forward, reached out and scooped up an old hen, securing it firmly in his arms; turning around, he reached in again and grabbed a second one as well.

"The original breed of old hen has thick fat and authentic flavor, making it the most nourishing for stewing soup."

He held one goose in each hand, standing quietly under the shade of a tree, watching Deng Qiang flutter and chase geese in the grass.

After paying for four hours, I was asked to leave in less than three hours—logically, the boss should suffer a small loss.

The fishing fee was fully refunded, plus a goose and two chickens, which was a decent and appropriate "compensation".

We found an old restaurant and sent all the geese and chickens to the kitchen.

The local hen is put directly into the pot to stew, and as the hot soup boils, the aroma wafts straight into people's noses.

"This chicken smells so good it's almost divine," Deng Qiang exclaimed after taking a deep breath.

"I spotted the owner's purebred chickens and picked out two hens to take with me," Lin Quan said, nodding as he spoke.

"Director Lin, you also know about purebred chickens?" Deng Qiang was taken aback.

"The original breed chickens don't grow very tall, and their claws are small and delicate..." Lin Quan said calmly.

Dinner was a relaxed and enjoyable meal, with everyone chatting. After dinner, they exchanged phone numbers, and Deng Qiang got up to pay the bill at the counter.

Lin Quan drove back to Cuizhu Community, opened the door and saw that the house was empty, so he turned around and went to Liu Yan's villa.

Just a few minutes after they had soaked in the hot water, Liu Qian and Nie Xiaoyu arrived one after the other.

At the entrance of the morgue at the First Hospital in the city center.

"My son..." The middle-aged woman collapsed to the ground, her sobs hoarse.

"It's all your fault! You spoiled him and let him do whatever he wanted since he was little..." The middle-aged man clenched his fists, his voice trembling, his eyes bloodshot.

At the same time, in ward number 37.

Mercedes owner Wu Ming leaned against the headboard, his eyes cold: "Dad... Mom..."

His father, Wu Wei, gritted his teeth and said, "You focus on recovering. I will avenge you."

"Don't worry, you're badly injured. Leave this to your father." His mother, Xue Yan, reached out and pressed down on his shoulder, her voice fast and deep.

"Dad—I want him dead." Wu Ming gasped, veins bulging on his forehead.

"These past few years have been tough. Would it be okay to cripple his hands?" Wu Wei asked in a low voice, frowning.

"If you don't kill him, I'll jump off this building right now," Wu Ming said, staring at the ceiling, enunciating each word clearly.

"My own son was beaten like this, and the other party even hired a lawyer to countersue my Ming'er for assault? Mr. Wu, if you don't take action against that Mr. Lin, we're getting a divorce right now." Xue Yan turned her face to the side, her voice like ice shards scraping against a metal plate.

After finishing his morning exercise and having breakfast, Lin Quan strolled back to his study.

The computer was turned on, and the sound of fingers tapping on the keyboard was dense and loud. More than an hour later, a complete set of technical documents was saved to a USB drive.

He stuffed the USB drive into his personal storage space, grabbed his car keys, and headed straight for Huaxia Industrial Group.

Just as I drove out of Cuizhu Residential Area, a black car appeared in my rearview mirror.

He didn't even lift his eyelids—he was used to this kind of thing.

As an unofficial nine-star engineer of Huaxia Industrial Group, it's only natural that I have someone following me.

Since last year, he has noticed that his parents, Nie Xiaoyu and others, and even the stall owners at the vegetable market he frequents are all being secretly looked after.

He knew perfectly well what was going on, but he always pretended to be oblivious and never mentioned a word of it to Wang Zhennan.

"Something's not right...there's more than one."

As the car drove away from the main urban area, the number of cars behind it in the rearview mirror suddenly increased to four.

He quietly reached into his personal storage space with his left hand and grasped his sidearm.

The four cars were keeping a close distance, their windows tightly shut, their tires making no sound as they rolled on the ground—it wasn't tailing them, it was a hunt.

When it's time to fire, there will be no hesitation.

He has a gun license and is authorized to carry a gun. If his life is truly hanging by a thread, it is only natural for him to draw his gun in self-defense.

A few minutes later, two silver-gray vans suddenly accelerated and blocked the middle of the road.

Lin Quan steadily stopped the car, rolled down the window, and slowly lit a cigarette, his expression calm amidst the swirling smoke.

The doors of the first two cars swung open, and twelve men dressed in black, carrying steel pipes and machetes, jumped out.

Two more cars followed, and twelve men dressed similarly and with equally menacing appearances jumped out.