Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

Add the title "Swallowing the Stars", upload the first three chapters, and click publish.

He had read the original work twice in his previous life. He couldn't remember the details, but the main plot, key turning points, and relationships between characters were all engraved in his mind.

He wrote for ten hours straight, producing a first draft of 200,000 words.

After being polished and revised by Xinghai, the final draft was 400,000 words.

Eating, sleeping, and the first thing I do when I open my eyes... open blind boxes.

Upon opening the box, a fist-sized orb of light floated silently inside.

He reached out to grasp it, and the moment his fingertips touched the surface of the sphere of light, the light suddenly disappeared into his body.

"Having mastered Xingyi Five Elements Fist, reaching the realm of hidden strength in traditional Chinese martial arts... has your internal strength entered the hidden strength stage?"

A surge of power exploded through his limbs and bones. Lin Quan was stunned, then grinned.

"The blind boxes are really great. One is free every day, and you can add more to your cart."

"This strength is three or four times greater than before."

Noticing a layer of grime on his arm, he turned and went into the bathroom, taking a long, hot shower.

After having breakfast with his mother, he drove away from the Shanshui residential area.

Shanshui Community is a villa area along the river in Haicheng. His house is number three, which is over 800 square meters. The river breeze flows through the floor-to-ceiling windows all year round.

Upon arriving at the company, he went straight into the chairman's office, opened a document, and continued writing "Swallowing the Stars".

He hadn't mentioned anything about the company to his mother.

In Hu Xin's eyes, her son leaves home on time every day to go to work.

When Zhang Qiang pushed the door open, Lin Quan was staring at the screen revising the second chapter.

"Ah Quan, the company is now..."

"Uncle Zhang, I have a plan." Lin Quan closed his notebook and looked up at the other man.

Zhang Qiang is a veteran who stayed during the most difficult times, and now he wants to retire. Lin Quan understands this perfectly well.

It's simply because I'm afraid he won't be able to manage, and I want to save on expenses.

He can afford a monthly salary of 300,000.

"Okay, then I'll stay." Zhang Qiang nodded.

"Uncle Zhang, I'd like to ask you to take the lead in setting up a law firm," Lin Quan said.

The two finalized details such as investment, profit sharing, and office location one by one.

Lin Quan offered 10 million yuan in cash plus the entire 13th floor of an office building as the venue, and took 60% of the net profit.

Zhang Qiang is responsible for team building, approval processes, and daily operations, accounting for 40% of the work.

True friendship is revealed in times of trouble. Lin Quan trusted Zhang Qiang, and his trust was reassuring.

This trust wasn't just in his own heart; even his parents believed in him.

In Lin Quan's view, favors are not an account book, but what should be repaid must be repaid in full.

When the employees all left, Zhang Qiang stayed; later, when the building was rented out, Zhang Qiang took charge of everything, making repeated arrangements and never shirking his responsibilities.

Ten million sounds like a lot, but there are expenses for renovations, hiring staff, purchasing equipment, and system procurement.

In Haicheng, lawyers with some experience can earn tens of thousands of yuan a month, with hundreds of thousands being common and even several hundred thousand not uncommon.

Lin Quan treated Zhang Qiang to a simple meal before returning to his office to continue working on his manuscript.

"Swallowing the Stars" needs to be wrapped up as soon as possible, and then Mingyang Film and Entertainment Company needs to be rebuilt.

At 3 PM, the Origin Chinese website's backend showed that the review had been approved. He instructed Xinghai's account to update three chapters daily.

"For the past few days, I've only gotten screen protectors or toilet paper. I'm so unlucky."

A week later, the contract was sent out, and the signed and stamped receipt was obtained, officially confirming the cooperation with Origin Chinese Network.

On the repayment date, more than seven million yuan was missing from my bank account.

Lin Quan stood by the window, gazing at the distant river.

Upstream ships and cargo ships crisscrossed the river.

"It's been half a month, and I haven't opened a single decent item from the free blind boxes."

"After paying off the loan, there's still some money left from the rent for the thirteenth floor."

"With 150 million in the account, spending a few tens of millions won't have a big impact."

"Money is mysteriously disappearing; small amounts aren't too bad... should I give it a try?"

You can get anything from blind boxes. If he actually gets something that can revive his father, he can smoothly take over the family business, write some things with Xinghai, and live a leisurely and respectable life.

First, it was one million.

The moment the thought crossed my mind, my account balance dropped by one million, and an unopened blind box appeared in my Dragon Ring.

His phone beeped. He swiped to open it, then smiled.

"The missing million has been turned into a donation record, which is great."

Upon opening the blind box, an assault rifle lay quietly in the palm of your hand.

"Thirty bullets... This thing is practically useless in China."

He casually put it into the Dragon Ring, and the packaging box silently turned into specks of light and disappeared.

Gritting my teeth, I placed an order for ten at once.

"Top-notch composition? Great, you've come at just the right time."

Ten boxes were laid out side by side. The first one was opened, and a soft sphere of light floated in mid-air.

Upon reaching out and touching it, the light sphere disintegrated, and a vast amount of music theory structures, orchestration logic, and melody generation rules flooded into the mind.

"Top-tier director? From now on, I'll direct the film myself."

"Top-tier driving skills? Enough to drive on a racetrack."

"A box of Shadowless Protective Film?"

"One bottle of Liuwei Dihuang Pills?"

"Proficient in eighteen foreign languages?"

……

Ten boxes were opened in the blink of an eye.

"Spending ten million... no, donating ten million... just these three skills are worth it."

Not receiving any recovery-related items made Lin Quan even more anxious. Without further hesitation, he donated more items.

"A box of peanuts cooked in an old stove? Thirty packs, one million? That's a huge loss."

"Top-tier suona? Comes with ten original songs? I don't need them."

"Top-tier guitar? I don't perform on stage."

"A top-tier piano? That's just icing on the cake."

……

"The last ten boxes, open them while supplies last."

"Mastering Tai Chi? I already have a foundation in Xingyi Five Elements Fist, so this skill can only provide limited supplementation."

"Top-tier motorcycle driving? People drive sports cars, who rides a motorcycle?"

……

"The last ten boxes, that's all the money left in the account, I'll leave it there."

After opening all the boxes, he looked down at the small jade bottle in his palm and suddenly laughed.

Excluding rental income, there are only over 80 million left in the account.

He actually donated 50 million yuan to open blind boxes.

He drove straight to Haicheng First Hospital.

His mother wasn't in the ward, so he turned to the caregiver, Zhang Qiang: "Sister Zhang, could you please go out for a moment? I'd like to talk to my dad alone for a while."

"Okay." Zhang Qiang, who was in her early thirties, replied and left, closing the door behind her.

Lin Quan took out a jade bottle, poured out a pill, and gently fed it to his father.

The pill melted instantly upon entering his mouth, and a warm, nourishing energy quickly seeped into Lin Jiancheng's entire body...

"Dad, you're awake?" Lin Quan's voice was strained.

"I'm not dead?" Lin Jiancheng's eyelids twitched slightly, and his gaze sluggishly swept around.

"You've been in a coma for over twenty days." Lin Quan took out his phone and dialed a number as he spoke. "I'll call my mom back right now."

"Where is she?" Lin Jiancheng's voice was dry.

"I just went out for dinner," Lin Quan said with a smile.

"How's the company doing?"

Lin Quan truthfully recounted the affairs of the law firm and his plans for Mingyang Film and Television. However, he only mentioned the Rejuvenation Pill, saying that it was a wise and venerable old Taoist priest who instructed him to donate 50 million yuan in exchange for this life-saving medicine.