Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

"Hmm." Lin Jiancheng's Adam's apple bobbed when he heard about the company's recent situation, but he didn't say anything more.

"Dad, from now on you and Mom can rest, I'll take care of the company." Lin Quan's tone was calm, with a slight smile on his lips.

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Lin Jiancheng lowered his eyes for a moment and nodded.

"Dad, what about the police..." Lin Quan paused.

"That's about it," Lin Jiancheng replied, nodding very lightly. But he had other plans in mind.

It was exactly 11:00 a.m. when he had the accident.

How could a dump truck drive onto a main road in the city in broad daylight?

Less than ten minutes later, Hu Xin rushed into the ward, her hair slightly disheveled and her breathing a little rapid.

"Wife, thank you for your hard work." Lin Jiancheng's voice was still hoarse, and his words sounded weak as he spoke.

"It's better than anything else that the person is awake." Hu Xin's eyes reddened, and she couldn't help but raise her hand to wipe her face.

"Let's go home." Lin Jiancheng threw off the covers and got out of bed with nimble movements.

"Let's do a full check-up first." Hu Xin's tone wasn't harsh, but there was no room for negotiation.

"I know my own situation."

"Are you going or not?" she asked, staring at him.

"Go, go right away," he replied immediately.

After completing all the examinations and formalities, the three of them left the hospital together.

Buying groceries, washing vegetables, cooking dishes, dinner is laid out on the table, steaming hot, few words spoken, the chopsticks and bowls clinking softly.

Rent was paid as usual, and the loan was offset; of the remaining 80 million yuan, Lin Quan transferred 50 million yuan to his parents' account.

That afternoon, the equity transfer, legal entity registration, and board resolutions were all completed... Lin Quan officially took over Mingyang Film and Entertainment Company and became its chairman.

Lin Jiancheng figured it out: with a house, a car, and 50 million in his account, life would be stable.

He let his son try things out, including the famous building and company.

According to the current lease, the thirteen-story building generates a considerable monthly income, and after deducting bank interest and principal, it still leaves some net profit.

Even if the building collapses one day, the 50 million in our family's savings will be enough for the three of us to live a peaceful and comfortable life for the rest of our days.

Investigate the mastermind? Seek revenge?

If someone dares to hire another person to cause a car accident, that person is definitely not someone to mess with.

The police have investigated for so long, but haven't even found a single fingerprint. If he continues to have people stalk and inquire, he'll be exposed sooner or later.

I was lucky to survive this time.

What about next time?

If the wheels were to turn towards Hu Xin's bus stop, or Lin Quan's way home from school...

He dared not think any further.

For their sake, he swallowed his pride.

The next morning, Lin Quan opened the system and claimed a free blind box.

Shelf life is 24 hours; it will automatically expire after that time.

"One USB drive, the label doesn't say anything."

I plugged it into the computer, opened the directory... three hundred audio files, all labeled with Korean song titles.

He randomly clicked on a few songs to listen to, and then casually searched for a few of the top ten K-pop hits on the Huangzhou charts for comparison.

"The top five songs on the charts aren't as catchy as the tenth from the bottom on this USB drive."

"Pick a few high school students with good looks, long legs and narrow shoulders, put them together as a girl group, and it won't be hard for them to become popular."

"If the natural conditions are good, use the natural ones; if the foundation is average, it can be improved later. As long as it can be monetized, it's a good seedling."

I briefly explained the itinerary to my parents, expedited my passport application, booked my flight upon arrival, and flew directly from Linquan to South Korea.

One million Chinese dollars for a single blind box—the barrier to entry is high, but it's worth it.

Good looks are a valuable asset, and also an entry ticket.

Lin Quan, who used to disbelieve in this, also bowed his head and entered this production line in order to save money to open blind boxes.

The songs on the USB drive are all in Korean, with mature lyrics and music structures and clear arrangements, making them only suitable for incubating teams in South Korea.

After landing, we booked a hotel and immediately contacted a local agency to hire three people to specifically visit schools... focusing on the list of performers for the senior and junior students' arts festivals and the cover of the school magazine.

"His facial features are well-proportioned, but his vocal placement is incorrect, and his vocal cords have limited room for development."

"This one is good. His face is photogenic, his waist-to-hip ratio is acceptable, and his pronunciation is accurate."

"Triples? All of them have the character 'Hui' in their names? Okay, they're the ones."

Park Hye-min, Park Hye-yeon, and Park Hye-ri sang a short chorus live, demonstrating steady breath control, clear pronunciation, and memorable ending notes.

After listening, Lin Quan nodded: "The contract is here. Sign it if you have no objections."

A monthly salary of 50,000 Chinese dollars, a ten-year contract, and a penalty of 500 million dollars for breach of contract.

At the exchange rate at the time, one Chinese dollar was worth one hundred South Korean dollars. When the terms were laid out, the three sisters' eyes lit up.

Aside from the longer lifespan, it's impeccable.

"Mr. Lin, we'd like to sign a three-year contract," Park Hye-min tentatively began.

"I won't sign. I can leave anytime." Lin Quan closed the folder and got up to pour water.

Without hesitation, Park Hye-yeon glided the pen across the paper, signed, and pressed her fingerprint.

Park Hye-min and Park Hye-ri exchanged a glance and then began to write.

A few days later, the twins Li Huizhen and Li Huien, along with Jin Huixiu, signed contracts one after another.

After all six people had their visas, medical examinations, and exit permits processed, Lin Quan prepaid three months' wages and took them on the plane back home.

"Each person earns an annual salary of 600,000, and the six of them together earn 3.6 million, which is less than 5% of the total budget."

Upon returning to Haicheng, the six of them checked directly into the top floor of the Mingyang Building.

That was Lin Quan's own floor; apart from the 50-square-meter chairman's office, the rest of the space was completely empty.

While he was in South Korea, he had already sent Zhang Qiang with a construction team to the site... six single rooms, a standard recording studio, and the plumbing, electrical work, and soundproofing were all done to K-pop label standards.

"Boss, this place is so bright and spacious." Park Hye-yeon looked out the window, her eyes lighting up.

"The first floor is a supermarket..." Lin Quan said.

"Boss, can I get some money first?" Park Hye-min asked directly, without beating around the bush.

"Are you short on cash?" Lin Quan asked.

"I sent all my salary back home," she replied.

Lin Quan didn't say much, turned around and went out, retrieved 300,000 yuan in cash, and distributed it to the six girls according to their numbers.

Back in his office, he retrieved three songs from his USB drive and saved them to his computer.

Xinghai is simultaneously going through the copyright registration process.

Then came rehearsals... teaching singing, refining choreography, and getting the beat right.

He is highly skilled: he can play the piano, guitar, bass, drums, and also do choreography and vocal coaching.

"Oh ba...can I call you that?" Park Hye-yeon suddenly asked.

Lin Quan nodded.

"Obama!" the six people shouted in unison, their voices clear and crisp, like bells ringing together.

He smiled and then led them in practicing the moonwalk: "Step...pull...back."

"Oh my god, how did you learn that move?"

"His jumping doesn't look like a human walking; it's more like he's floating."

At 3 p.m., Lin Quan took them downstairs to buy daily necessities.

We ate dinner together, and then drove back to Shanshui Community.

The music video will be recorded in two weeks.

We finished work in a week, and all three films were completed.

He personally recorded all the instrumental tracks and then taught Xinghai how to mix and master them.

"Whether it works or not depends on this one shot."

The three music videos were uploaded to Feiteng Music on the same day, priced at two yuan each, with a 60/40 split... Mingyang took 60%, or 1.2 yuan per video; the remaining 10% went to the group, with each member receiving 0.12 yuan per video.

After glancing at the real-time data in the background of "Swallowing the Stars", Lin Quan packed his things and flew straight to South Korea.

The Roses duo had just been formed; they had no buzz, no exposure, and no fans.

Those three songs are classics in South Korea; if they were in China, they would most likely remain silent.