Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

Lin Quan personally stayed in the workshop for seven days to oversee the project, and Dahong's "Follower" live-streaming drone successfully rolled off the production line and entered mass production.

This thing uses a low-level program written by a novice. Recognizing its owner only requires three steps: powering on, voice binding, and gesture confirmation. After that, it understands everything you say or do.

"A single charge provides 48 hours of battery life—the other models from Flying Tiger can't even match half of that."

With the listing approval secured swiftly, Lin Quan immediately decided that Shuanghui platform would be the exclusive launch venue.

"The 'follower' with a unit priced at 8,888 yuan can easily devour the small, high-end drone market."

He called Cheng Xiao and asked someone to fly to Haizhou. The two set up a simple backdrop outside the factory and casually filmed a promotional video.

Cheng Xiao is currently carrying the title of Xiawei X01's spokesperson, and is already a familiar face that everyone can recognize on the streets.

The day the video was uploaded to the Shuanghui platform, the comment section exploded.

"Xiawei X01 is cutting-edge technology, and Dahong, this 'follower,' is also truly cutting-edge technology."

"What? A follower of Da Hong?"

"A small drone, priced at 8,888."

"Never even heard of this place, yet they dare to ask for such a price?"

"One charge lasts for 48 hours, are you impressed?"

"It's blown higher than a kite."

"Graphene batteries, graphene chips... are miles ahead of Xinjiang."

"Nine times out of ten, it's nonsense."

"I have already placed an order with Shuanghui."

"Aren't you afraid of getting scammed?"

"Non-human-caused damage, seven-day unconditional return policy, what's the rush?"

"If the parameters are accurate, one person could do a live stream just by carrying it."

Three days later, the first batch of users signed for their "followers".

Follow the instructions step by step to complete the binding process.

"Dummy, take off."

"Received, taking off."

With a whoosh, the propellers began to whistle, and the machine lifted off the ground with ease.

"Ah-Dai, hover, height ten meters."

"receive."

The aircraft remained steadily suspended in mid-air, completely still.

"Hey, turn on auto-follow."

"receive."

It followed its owner at a steady pace, always keeping a two-step distance behind.

"Hey idiot, cut the camera to my face."

"receive."

By moving the camera forward and slightly adjusting the angle, the face is immediately framed in the center of the image.

"This is amazing! This isn't just a drone, it's practically a follower!"

Users who tried it grinned from ear to ear, never expecting it to be so easy to use.

It's incredibly convenient—just speak and you're ready to go; it's effortless to the core.

The livestreamer, Lao Si, put his "follower" into the air, then rolled up his trousers, picked up a bucket, and started catching crabs.

"This thing is so convenient..."

"We came up empty-handed today. I'm afraid I'll have to kneel on a washboard when I get home."

"Look in the puddle—there are fish! And they're jumping around!"

"The gills are still bright red, quickly take it back for emergency treatment."

"It's getting late, brothers, let's look at the sea from a different angle."

"Xiao Wu, climb to 1,000 meters above the ground."

"Received, it's rising."

"Note that it can connect directly to the phone—the only problem for me is that the phone runs out of battery first."

"After broadcasting for three hours and seventeen minutes, my phone only had 13% battery left."

"Unfortunately, my Xiawei X01 won't be shipped until next week."

"Xiao Wu, return to base."

With a wave of his hand, the drone, nicknamed "Little Five," gracefully landed back in his palm. The fourth brother, carrying half a bucket of crabs, turned and headed home.

Deng Qiang sat on a rock by the river, his fishing rod leaning against his arm, the fishing line dangling in the water, while his hands were busy adjusting the "Follower" drone.

Shooting videos manually is too laborious, so since he had the money, he immediately took out his wallet and ordered one.

Xia bought three X01s as soon as they went on sale.

If it weren't for the limit of three units per person, he would have stockpiled more than a dozen to keep on hand.

Both Da Hong's "Follower" and Xiawei X01 support seven-day no-reason return and exchange—as long as the advertising is true, this deal is a sure win.

"Look closely, everyone! Xiawei X01 and Da Hong's 'Follower' are a match made in heaven! After two hours of live streaming, X01's battery barely dropped, and 'Follower' still has over 90% battery left."

"With this, choosing a fishing spot is much easier... The camera zooms out, and the picture is bright and clear."

He remotely controlled the "follower" to hover more than ten meters above the water, and the panoramic live broadcast was instantly launched.

Meeting room at Tengfei Semiconductor Company.

Lei Ming, chairman of Heimi Group, picked up his teacup, took a sip, and got straight to the point: "President Zhang, we would like to order a batch of graphene chips, batteries, and memory."

Zhang Hua glanced at Lei Dapao sitting next to him and shook his head apologetically: "Mr. Lei, I'm really sorry, production capacity is tight, and we can't take care of new customers right now."

"We'll add five percent to the price, making it significantly higher than Xiawei's," Lei Ming added with a smile.

"How much of Xia Wei and Da Hong's orders do you still have left?" Lei Ming's voice turned serious.

"The contract is in black and white, giving priority to these two companies," Zhang Hua replied calmly.

"So you're saying that as long as Xiawei and Dahong keep expanding production, our black rice will never be able to get a chance to compete?"

"That's pretty much the idea." Zhang Hua smiled.

"Mr. Zhang, can I interpret this as Tengfei, Xiawei, and Dahong joining forces to monopolize the market?" Lei Ming asked in a low voice.

"The contractual obligations are there, and I really can't make that decision on my own," Zhang Hua said, his expression unchanged.

"Hmph!" Lei Ming snorted coldly, stood up and left his seat, followed closely by his lawyer and secretary, and walked away in a huff.

"Mr. Zhang, won't this cause trouble?" Secretary Xu Xiuli asked softly.

"We produce civilian-grade chips, batteries, and memory, but our company isn't a private enterprise," Zhang Hua said slowly, picking up his cup.

"Yes." Xu Xiuli nodded.

Although Tengfei Semiconductor's production lines have been downgraded to supply the civilian market, its roots remain firmly planted under the Huaxia Industrial Group.

If the supply is truly liberalized, domestic silicon wafer fabs and silicon chip manufacturers may not be able to sustain themselves for long, and a large number of workers will be laid off.

The Xiawei X01 is positioned as a high-end mobile phone, while the Dahong "Follower" is positioned in the high-end small drone segment.

A few minutes later, the head of Yanger Group pushed open the door and entered.

After several rounds of negotiations, the other party successfully secured a batch of graphene chips and memory for home appliances.

To ensure efficient work, Zhang Hua established a strict rule: only sign contracts with one company in the same industry.

The head of Chang'an Automobile then entered the room, and half an hour later, the two parties signed the agreement.

When the news reached Lei Ming's ears, he slammed his fist on the table and immediately instructed his lawyer to file an antitrust lawsuit.

……

"Happy birthday, my wife." Lin Quan took out a pearl necklace from the box.

"Help me put it on." Chen Shiyan smiled and turned her head to the side.

His fingertips were slightly cool, and he moved gently as he fastened the necklace around her neck.

Today is Chen Shiyan's 30th birthday. He didn't lie to anyone or miss anyone.

Coincidentally, it was also the Mid-Autumn Festival.

Each person wears a pearl necklace, and when they are gently touched at night, the sound is soft and clear.

"It's getting late, let's go." Chen Shiyan picked up her bag and said with a smile.

Nie Xiaoyu, Cheng Xiao, Liu Yan, and Liu Qian accompanied them, leading the two children, as they headed towards the restaurant.

In Chen Yingjie and Zhang Xueli's eyes, Nie Xiaoyu and the others were their daughter Chen Shiyan's friends.