Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

"That's true." She paused, her eyes darting around as she mentally calculated... Add a pickup truck to the shop, have her brother Zhang Dong drive it, hire a porter to help out, and two tons of cargo can be easily handled, making several thousand yuan a month a piece of cake.

After breakfast, Zhong Guohong took a stroll and went to Wanchuan Grain and Oil Store as usual.

137 orders in the morning, 142 orders in the afternoon.

The rice the customer bought will last at most half a month.

Some people thought the two-yuan shipping fee was too expensive and preferred to carry it home themselves.

There were also young and strong men who could carry sacks weighing hundreds of pounds on their shoulders, and dozens of pounds of rice were no problem for them.

"2,627 tasks completed, account balance 4.03 million."

Zhong Guohong had no idea what Li Wanchuan and Zhang Qin were plotting, and even if he did, he wouldn't bother to care.

After completing another 300+ orders, the delivery mode can be upgraded to level seven.

Judging from the momentum these past few days, it's not an exaggeration to say that once Level 7 is activated, daily subsidies will exceed one million.

A thought flashed through my mind:

"Yu Fang, the girl who is nicknamed 'Bull,' is honest and quick-witted."

"Wu Peng's electromagnetic pulse memory device is technologically advanced and has a bright future; it wouldn't be an exaggeration to call it cutting-edge technology."

"Zhou Yaoji resells sewer covers; his methods are shady, he cheats people without hesitation, and he should be reported."

He shook his head, clearing his mind of those thoughts, and returned to the secondhand apartment, where he continued to live comfortably as before.

"Wang Jiaying is suitable as a life assistant and personal secretary; with some training from Yu Fang, she will be an excellent manager."

"Bull is upright, good at guarding the gate and leading the team, and more than qualified to be the security captain."

"Buy out Wu Peng's technology, apply for a patent immediately... it will be available for sale both domestically and internationally."

He got out of bed, practiced for over an hour, felt refreshed, and went straight to sleep.

"Two hundred and thirty-seven orders, with subsidies totaling four hundred and sixty-two thousand."

"One hundred and thirty-six orders, exactly three thousand missions... level up."

The moment the thought crossed my mind, the interface jumped, the task count dropped to zero, and the transport mode jumped from level six to level seven.

He glanced at his watch; it was almost one o'clock. He then hurried home.

Lunch and dinner are always the same: two meat dishes, one vegetable dish, and one soup, without fail.

After eating and drinking his fill, he returned to Wanchuan Grain and Oil Store.

From 2 PM to 6 PM, there were 117 orders, with subsidies totaling over 680,000 yuan.

"Account balance: 5,152,000; number of tasks completed: 117."

Feeling pleased, he accepted the wages handed to him by Li Wanchuan.

"Xiao Zhong, you don't need to come tomorrow," Zhang Qin said.

"Xiao Zhong, I'm sorry." Li Wanchuan lowered his head and rubbed his hands together, his voice a little softer. "She's the one in charge of things at home."

"Okay," Chung Kwok-hung replied, then turned and left.

He was a little angry inside, but his expression remained unchanged.

With 5.15 million in the account, opening a rice shop would be enough in just a few days.

With money, rice is easy to buy; with good quality goods and fair prices, there's no worry about selling them.

At nine o'clock the next morning, Zhong Guohong, dressed in a suit, appeared downstairs at Yu Fang's residence.

He had long since figured out the distribution of residents within a radius of several kilometers.

He knew exactly where Yu Fang lived, which alley Zhou Yaoji lived in, and which building Wu Peng lived in…

In the future, delivery drivers and food delivery workers will have to remember every fork in the road.

Now? The rickshaw drivers and porters are living maps.

Newly hired stroller drivers and porters are not included.

"Big brother, is something the matter?" Yu Fang asked.

"I heard you and Wu Peng are going to sell that electromagnetic pulse memory device?" Zhong Guohong asked directly.

"Mm," Yu Fang replied.

"How much? I'll buy it."

"I'll take you to see Wu Peng, and you can talk face to face."

The group arrived at Wu Peng's house. After several rounds of negotiation, Zhong Guohong acquired the technology for 200,000 RMB, and agreed to pay Yu Fang and Wu Peng a monthly salary of 2,000 RMB.

Finding a factory site and recruiting staff were all left to Yu Fang. The security captain immediately named Man Niu.

Once Bull becomes the captain, he will no longer carry the stick, nor will he take the knife for someone else.

Xu Zheng, a lawyer who doesn't follow the crowd, was hired by Zhong Guohong for three thousand a month to handle patent applications and the factory's legal affairs.

"Boss, two thousand dollars... isn't that too high?" Bull rubbed his hands together, feeling a little uneasy.

"I believe you." Chung Kwok-hung didn't explain further.

Mei Laokan is inexperienced, Mao Zi is a hothead, Jiang Fengzi has limited abilities... Meng Xiaoyu is preparing for university entrance exams.

If you count all the acquaintances you know on your fingers, there are really very few who are actually useful.

Chung Kwok-hung went to the police station and filed a formal complaint against Zhou Yaoji.

If we don't restrain this person, counterfeit products will flood the market as soon as the memory device is released.

Manhole covers have been stolen repeatedly, and people have already fallen in and broken their legs. Those who do such despicable things should be locked up.

Following the leads, the police raided the scrap yards, checking every single one in the city. The owners were either taken away or fined handsomely.

Since the factory site hadn't been finalized yet, Chung Kwok-hung simply spent one million to buy a hundred acres of land.

Industrial land is not expensive to begin with, and it gets cheaper the further away from the main city. In some places, it's even given away for free.

He had Man Niu, Yu Fang, and Wu Peng learn to read blueprints and understand the process first, and then hired a construction team to build the factory, dormitory, and office building at the same time.

Prices were low then, and the total of the three items was less than two million.

"These alone cost two million, and we still have over one million nine hundred thousand left in the account."

After thinking it over for a few days, he decided to rent a warehouse and open a rice shop... Grain and oil shops were too complicated; he could just focus on rice. His real purpose was to complete tasks and collect subsidies.

Two days later, two warehouses were set up diagonally opposite the Wanchuan Grain and Oil Store.

"A 500-square-meter apartment is enough."

He compared prices from one supplier to another, selected several suppliers, and ordered 10,000 bags of rice, each weighing 30 jin (15 kg).

They hired seven or eight people to bang drums and gongs and shout their wares along the street.

"Auntie, rice delivered to your door, two yuan a bag!"

"Uncle, two yuan, delivered to your doorstep!"

Wang Jiaying, holding a notebook and pen, squatted at the door to write down addresses, his hand writing very quickly.

"Xiao Zhong, you've gotten yourself into this business?"

"Boss Li wouldn't let me deliver anymore, so I moved it here."

"I trust you, I'll get a pack!"

"Xiao Zhong, I want a pack too!"

"So cheap? Is it old rice?"

"Uncle Liu, all the licenses and permits are complete, and the batch numbers, manufacturers, and quality inspection reports are all there. If anything goes wrong, it will be clear as soon as it's checked."

"It's only two yuan a pack, what are you guys after?"

"We make one cent per pound, plus a small delivery fee."

"Okay, from now on, my family will only buy rice from your store!"

Business was booming and they were too busy to handle everything, so Chung Kwok-hung called on Jiang the Madman to lend a hand.

He used to be a production team leader; he's very good at bookkeeping and accounting.

Once the factory is built, we'll hire Mei Laokan, Zhao Jialing, and Maozi as security guards.

It doesn't matter if you're not very skilled, as long as you have a good heart, standing guard and patrolling are no problem; if you really can't do that, delivering rice is fine too.

Mei Laokan once found three thousand yuan. His family was struggling to make ends meet, but he still carried the money around the streets looking for the owner.

Even petty people, though greedy for small gains, still uphold their bottom line.

As they closed for the day, Wang Jiaying touched the table and asked, "Brother Zhong, can this business really make money?"

"This location should be converted into a convenience store..." Before Chung Kwok-hung could finish speaking, Wong Ka-ying's eyes lit up.

"Get the license first, then go find the goods."

"Mm." Wang Jiaying nodded, making a mental note of it.

We found a restaurant for dinner and had steak.

Chung Kwok-hung doesn't actually like to eat much, but he wanted to let Wong Kar-ying try something new.

I went home, took a bath, and worked out. The next morning at seven o'clock, I was on time to deliver goods.

There were 312 orders in one day, and the system subsidy amounted to more than 1.73 million yuan.

"I have over 3.3 million in savings... I'll ask the landlord if they're willing to sell these two warehouses?"

After dinner, Zhong Guohong made a phone call.

The following day at noon, the transaction was completed for two million Chinese yuan.