Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

After filling his stomach, he completed 300 tasks in one go, upgrading his transport mode to level 5.

With hundreds of pounds on his shoulders, he moves with incredible speed, sometimes reaching 6 meters per second, and when there are many people around, he stays steady at around 3 meters per second.

In the past two days, my average daily steps have exceeded 100,000 meters.

I left home at six o'clock and didn't finish work until after seven o'clock in the evening. Excluding eating, drinking and using the restroom, I worked a full ten hours straight.

"At this rate, if we keep working like this for a few more days, buying a house every day isn't a dream, is it?"

Right now, in the Victory Monument area, the price is only 800 yuan per square meter, and you can get more than 100 square meters for 100,000 yuan.

"Let's work hard for a few more days, buy a house first, and settle down."

"When you go back to the village for the New Year, you should give gifts and presents what you need to; you can't lose face."

With a clear mind, I fell asleep immediately and slept soundly.

As soon as it was light, Zhong Guohong arrived at the grain and oil store again, picked up more than 600 kilograms of rice, and delivered it to each address.

"Every meter you walk, the system updates you; your account is crystal clear, and your origins are crystal clear."

"More than 500 meters, more than 500 yuan in income... Many people don't even earn that much in a month."

He climbed the stairs to deliver goods, serving eight households on each floor, carrying bags of rice without stopping for a moment.

After taking a breather, they turned around and rushed to the next store.

118 orders were placed in the morning, and the system replenished more than 63,000 orders.

There were 105 orders in the afternoon, totaling over 67,000.

Money is calculated based on distance traveled, not on odd numbers.

Chung Kwok-hung is in a hurry and never takes detours.

Right now, there's only one thing on his mind: accumulate enough attempts to level up.

"At this rate, in a few more days, the transport mode will reach level six... At that time, it will be three yuan per meter. Level five will earn 100,000 yuan a day, and level six will earn 300,000 yuan."

"The system replenished over 130,000 today, which translates to about 130 kilometers of walking alone?"

"He's incredibly strong; the neighbors all call him 'Mighty'."

After changing his clothes back in his room, Zhong Guohong headed straight for the sales center in Tianmen.

"Tsk, not a single completed property? All off-plan?"

"Buying a property off the market is too risky; buying a secondhand property is much more reliable."

"There's an old villa in Xiangtianmen, and the owner insists on paying 600,000 yuan."

"I have 230,000 in my account right now. If I work for another three or four days, I'll have all the money."

This villa occupies 800 square meters, with more than 300 square meters above ground. It's priced at 600,000 yuan, which is clearly a good deal.

After working for several more days, I accumulated over 730,000 in my account, and my transfer mode was upgraded to level six.

The rice from Wanchuan Grain and Oil Store is chewy, clean, and reasonably priced. They also offer home delivery with a low price.

Nine out of ten residents within a two-kilometer radius buy their rice from this store.

By consistently completing 200 orders a day, Chung Kwok-hung earns 120,000 to 130,000 yuan daily.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, after settling his wages, he said to Li Wanchuan, "Boss Li, I have something to do tomorrow and can't come."

"Okay, you go ahead with your work." Li Wanchuan nodded and didn't ask any more questions.

He turned and went to the workers' shed, where he called over Mei Laokan, Maozi, and a few others to have a meal together.

"Dali, where are we going for a meal today?" Jiang Fengzi asked, a cigarette dangling from his lips.

"At Ba Dao Tang Hot Pot Restaurant, you can eat as much as you want, all you can eat," Zhong Guohong said.

"Then we really won't stand on ceremony!" Old Man Mei grinned.

"Earning over four hundred a day, only you can carry that much and run that fast." The Russian man clicked his tongue and shook his head, his tone full of genuine admiration.

During the busiest period at the grain and oil shop, a few of them lent a hand.

Li Wanchuan casually mentioned that Zhong Guohong's daily pay starts at four hundred.

When these words reached Zhao Jialing's ears, he was stunned on the spot... both surprised and craving.

Should he deliver the rice himself? He'd only earn a few dozen yuan a day at most.

I'm not as strong or as agile as them. I can only carry six bags at most for ten yuan a trip. With over a hundred pounds on my shoulders, how many trips can I make in a day, climbing slopes, going upstairs, and going through alleys?

The Eight Hot Pot restaurant was bustling with noise and steam. Zhao Jialing's eyes immediately fell on Zhang Shuhui... his wife.

To make it easier to find jobs, the two only told others that they were brother and sister.

"What would you like to drink? Baijiu or beer?" Chung Kwok-hung asked.

"Baijiu! Let's drink the homemade liquor here." Old Man Mei made the decision.

After serving three jin of liquor, Zhong Guohong told everyone to order their own food.

We enjoyed a delicious hot pot meal, and the bill came to just over a hundred yuan.

After sleeping in his rented room for the night, Chung Kwok-hung washed up and then stopped at a noodle shop for breakfast.

At nine o'clock in the morning, he found the homeowner, and after several rounds of back-and-forth bargaining, they finally settled on a price of 550,000.

The contract was signed, the transfer of ownership was completed, and the bank transfer was completed in one step.

The system subsidies all come from the stock account, and the transaction records are clear and can withstand scrutiny.

In the past two years, more and more people in Chongqing have been investing in stocks, and anyone who sees this money can understand why.

"It's habitable after a little tidying up. If the landlord hadn't been in a hurry to emigrate, I wouldn't have had the chance to snag such a bargain."

This house is an old building from decades ago, built when the Japanese invaders from the East Island bombed Chongqing. It has thick walls, solid beams, and a firm foundation.

Now that he's the homeowner, Chung Kwok-hung meticulously cleaned the house inside and out.

"These solid wood furniture pieces look valuable. Let's replace the ones we use daily first."

Pots, pans, bed sheets, and duvet covers were all taken out and thrown away.

He directly opened the system store, swiped for Huaxia coins, and carried them back truckload after truckload.

"We've got a place to stay, but we haven't figured out lunch yet. Let's go out and have a good meal."

He locked the gate empty-handed and sauntered out of the residential area.

Just as I turned the corner, I glimpsed three women and two men standing by the roadside, and Wang Jiaying was among them.

He veered off course and walked over.

"Big guy!" Wang Jiaying greeted him with a smile.

"What is this...?" Chung Kwok-hung asked.

"I'll go to Shenzhou to find work," she replied.

His gaze swept over the two men beside him, his voice turning cold: "Human traffickers?"

"What human trafficker?" Wang Jiaying was taken aback.

"Just the two of them," Chung Kwok-hung pointed.

"You can eat whatever you want, but you can't say whatever you want!" One of the men immediately frowned.

"I recognize both of your faces. The police station is searching for you online," Zhong Guohong said.

The two exchanged a glance and then took off running.

"Run?" Chung Kwok-hung chased after them, kicking one of them to the ground. The other one had just turned around when he tripped over him, and the two of them ended up piled on top of each other. He stepped on the back of the other person and shouted to passersby to call the police station.

After giving his statement, Chung Kwok-hung looked at Wong Ka-ying and asked, "Haven't eaten yet?"

"Mm." She nodded.

"It's on me," he asked. "What would you like to eat?"

"I'll treat you to noodles," she said.

"I just had noodles this morning, and it's almost dinnertime. We need to get something substantial." Chung Kwok-hung chuckled. "I haven't even touched lunch yet. Let's go get some hot pot."

"Hot pot...it's not cheap." She hesitated.

"Don't worry, I'm earning enough to eat hotpot every day now." He said calmly, without a hint of boasting.

Long nights are hard to endure; lying alone, tossing and turning, it's easier to pass the time if there's someone to talk to.

We found a hot pot restaurant, sat down, and chatted while the food was cooked. The steam carrying our casual conversation gradually warmed up the atmosphere.

More than an hour later, Zhong Guohong paid the bill and asked, "Where are you staying? I'll take you there."

"I..." Wang Jiaying paused, only then realizing that... she had already returned the rented house, and there was still no job in Shenzhou. Right now, she really had nowhere to stay.

"Speak your mind." He looked at her.

"Could I... stay at your place for the night?" She bit her lip.

"There's only one room," he reminded him.

"Sleeping on the floor is fine." Her voice wasn't loud, but it was steady.

"Let's go." He smiled, turned around, and led the way.

Back in the rented room, it was very quiet.

"I heard you can earn more than four hundred a day?" Wang Jiaying asked.

"Did Lao Kan tell you that?" Zhong Guohong didn't answer the question, but asked it instead.