Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

"But you wrote, choreographed, and oversaw all the songs and dances..." Park Hye-min finished her sentence before downing her drink in one gulp.

One glass of wine after another, Lin Quan began to feel a bit tipsy.

His physical abilities far exceeded those of ordinary people, but he couldn't withstand the six people taking turns toasting him, each drinking three cups, and his capacity piled up.

Park Hye-yeon suddenly put down her chopsticks, took a deep breath, and asked, "Oppa, do you like me?"

Lin Quan didn't flinch, and nodded: "I like it."

Kim Hye-soo immediately followed up: "And what about me?"

"I like it too," he answered without hesitation.

Behind the glamorous facade of South Korean entertainers, most are essentially bound by contracts of servitude. From their debut, boy and girl groups have their contracts, schedules, images, and social media accounts controlled by their management companies; even dating requires reporting and approval.

Before Park Hye-yeon and her friends came to China, they didn't even have the freedom to use their cell phones.

Now I can choose my own songs, practice my own dances, speak my own mind, and collect money myself. Life feels like it's come alive again.

Lee Hye-eun picked up her glass and asked with a smile, "Oppa, out of the six of us, who's your favorite?"

"I like them both," he answered frankly.

Before anyone could speak, Kim Hye-soo touched her cup to him and said, "Oppa, I like you."

Lin Quan sat on the sofa, a faint fragrance lingering around his nose, and his nerves, which had been tense for a long time, suddenly relaxed.

Seeing this, Park Hye-yeon, Park Hye-min... Lee Hye-jin also put aside her reservations.

The restraint was dispelled by the alcohol, and the hesitation was burned away by the alcohol.

"Tsk, six South Korean female entertainers together, a normal man really can't handle it."

I went through the accounts in my mind: there were still more than 20 million left in the account, and I had recently received more than 800,000 in royalties.

But that bank loan of over 300 million is still outstanding and untouched.

Gu Kun's reminder still echoed in my ears: "Whether you owe debts or not is one thing, but you can't miss a single penny of the taxes that are due."

He had planned it all out... Once the loan was paid off, he would prioritize buying blind boxes with the money he earned;

Donations are tax-free, but we don't have that kind of money right now, so let's focus on more tangible donations first.

A hot shower washed away my fatigue, I changed into clean clothes, and went downstairs to buy soy milk, fried dough sticks, and tea eggs.

Back to the penthouse

"Give them a couple of days' rest."

"I drank too fast last night, that's why things turned out this way."

Lin Quan smiled and placed breakfast on the table: "Time to eat."

"Oh ba." Park Hye-yeon walked over, supporting herself against the wall.

"Don't call me Ou Ba anymore, call me Brother Quan." He said as he unpacked the plastic bag.

"Why?" she asked, looking up.

"This is China, so when in Rome, do as the Romans do." He pushed the hot soy milk over.

"Yes, Brother Quan." She nodded in agreement.

After breakfast, we continued teaching Mandarin.

Some Chinese people, when they hear foreigners singing Chinese songs, are willing to applaud and cheer even if their pronunciation is awkward or their singing is off-key.

As long as Park Hye-yeon and her ilk don't speak outrageously, earning 200-300 million won in commercial performances and endorsement fees isn't difficult.

South Korean artists singing Mandarin is always a hot topic; audiences are drawn to something new, and the market accepts this logic.

In the past two years, singers who have made a name for themselves in the Chinese music scene are considered unqualified if they don't know a few words of Mandarin.

If musical instruments can be mixed and matched, why can't lyrics?

I went out for a light lunch and then continued practicing pronunciation in the afternoon.

Around four o'clock, Lin Quan drove back to Shanshui Community.

Mingyang Film and Entertainment Company only had six cleaners left; the other ten had already transferred to several companies downstairs... There were no cleaning staff there, so they were temporarily taken over, and each of them received 30,000 yuan in severance pay before leaving.

Lin Quan didn't stop the employee from leaving.

Thirty security guards were on duty: twenty-four guarded the building, and six took turns accompanying Park Hye-yeon and her team in and out.

After having dinner with my parents when I got home in the evening, I closed the door and took a blind box out of the drawer.

"Two-color ball lottery? One hundred bets?"

He stared at the lottery ticket in his hand, almost tearing it up on impulse.

"The lottery results will be announced tonight, but we don't know yet if they're real or fake."

He casually slipped the item into the Dragon Ring, started the car, and drove to the company.

Even if you don't do any work, having people talking, tea smelling, and laughter in the room is better than being alone facing four walls.

"Brother Quan." Kim Hye-soo smiled as soon as she saw him enter.

"I'm not leaving tonight," he replied.

The TV was on, but the volume wasn't high. The two chatted about their daily lives in South Korean, their pace natural, their words few but impactful.

Later, when Lin Quan leaned back on the sofa and closed his eyes to rest, he felt as if all the gaps between his bones had loosened up.

The next day, I ate breakfast as usual, went into the chairman's office, closed the door, and opened the blind box.

"One box of Shadowless Protective Film... What bad luck."

He took out the lottery ticket and opened the webpage to check the winning numbers.

"All correct, one hundred grand prize winners?"

"The tickets for these blind boxes are real."

"A single bet of ten million will yield eight million after tax."

He smiled, grabbed his car keys, and headed out the door.

I bought a black mask on my way to claim the prize.

"This Great Sage received 800 million tonight."

The thought had barely formed when reality gave me the answer...

The total prize pool is less than one billion, and after taxes, the net amount is more than 380 million.

After leaving the lottery center, he went straight into the bank and paid off all his loans.

"Finally, I'm debt-free. I still have over 160 million in my account."

With over 80 million yuan in rent collected last year, plus this sum, he can finally manage the money on the books as he sees fit...

The news spread quickly.

Chairman's Office, Xinghuo Film and Entertainment Company.

"Mr. Chen, where did Lin Quan get so much money?" Wu Xiong stared at the table, his tone cold and hard.

"Boss, the Rose Duo earned over 50 million yuan in revenue sharing on the Feiteng Music platform and over 20 million yuan on the GY platform. I've kept an eye on the Lin family; no one is borrowing money, and there haven't been any large sums of money coming in or out," Chen Chuan reported, bowing his head.

"If you didn't borrow money, how did you pay back more than 300 million?" Wu Xiong tapped his fingers on the table, his brows furrowed.

"Last night in the Double Color Ball lottery, all 100 first prizes were won by the same person... Could it be him?" A thought flashed through Chen Chuan's mind.

"Let's find out what's going on with the Roses group," Wu Xiong suddenly changed the subject.

"Boss, we've already made contact with the person," Chen Chuan replied crisply.

"A 500 million penalty for breach of contract? That kid from the Lin family has an even bigger appetite than I do." Wu Xiong didn't reply, he just shook his head.

"He suffered a huge loss last time... He had more than 20 artists under five-year contracts, and the compensation was only a little over 150 million. This time, before signing, he directly set the penalty for breach of contract at 500 million," Chen Chuan added.

"He wasn't the one who handled the old contracts." Wu Xiong paused, then asked, "What about the girl and boy groups in South Korea? Can you put together a complete team by the end of the month?"

"The people we sent reported back that they have identified two high school students who meet the requirements; and for local talent in songwriting and composing, they have screened out more than a dozen, all of whom are qualified enough," Chen Chuan reported briefly.