Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

Huiming Food Store's business is booming day by day, but Wanchuan Grain and Oil Store's rice counter is becoming increasingly deserted.

Huiming sells the same brand of rice for a lower price.

Huiming was selling goods at almost cost price, so how could Li Wanchuan dare to push the price down further?

Zhang Qin reported the matter several times, and several departments investigated it, but in the end, they all quietly withdrew their reports.

Huiming has all the necessary licenses and permits, its sourcing channels are transparent, and every grain of rice is clean and hygienic; there's simply nothing to complain about.

He personally handed over two child traffickers to the police station and received a banner in return.

Another official accusation has been filed against Zhou Yaoji for reselling manhole covers, adding another layer of controversy.

Two banners were hung at the store entrance, and the procedures were clear and straightforward. Nobody wanted to go through the trouble of distorting the truth.

With Huiming as the center, more than 30,000 households live within a three-kilometer radius.

Even if only a third of them are sure to buy rice here, that's still a steady 10,000 households.

The family eats at least two pounds of rice a day... With less meat, their appetites are naturally larger; the teenagers can easily eat two or three bowls at a time.

A 30-pound bag of rice is empty in ten days to half a month.

Zhong Guohong quickly calculated in his mind: if there were really 10,000 regular customers, at least 20,000 bags of rice would be sold every month.

One bag, one order; daily task volume, around 700 is easily achievable.

"Once the transport mode is upgraded to level nine, working half a day a day, five days a week, will be enough."

He carried the boxes as he walked, thinking, his feet barely touching the ground.

When we arrived at an old building, I pressed my finger on the lid of the lock, and the fingerprint lock popped open with a "beep".

I took out four bags, locked the lid, and carried them upstairs.

"Four orders, done in the blink of an eye."

After putting down the goods, he picked up the boxes again and ran to the next building.

He has solid physical strength, climbing hills and crossing obstacles is like taking a walk on flat ground.

"One building with eight households, plus eight separate units."

Before each trip, he would plan his route carefully: deliver to groups first, then sweep at scattered locations.

"You're just a porter, how can you afford this thing?" Zhang Jun's eyes widened.

Less than half an hour later, Wang Jiancheng arrived with three police officers.

"Captain Wang, the man is here." Zhong Guohong pushed the box open half a foot, revealing the gun. "You can check it."

"How did you recognize him?" Wang Jiancheng's eyes lit up.

"Wanted posters were plastered all over the streets... utility poles, walls in the market, the backs of bus stop signs... I could remember them after just one glance."

After three rounds of gene enhancement, he developed a photographic memory.

While working odd jobs to earn money, he also took on odd jobs: ignoring those looking for lost dogs; making a phone call if he happened to be looking for someone; and apprehending wanted criminals on the spot.

He wouldn't avoid pickpockets. He was from Chongqing and didn't want to hear outsiders say "there are many thieves in Chongqing."

The other party called in accomplices to seek revenge? He accepted it all, throwing punches and kicks, but not hitting vital organs, not causing serious injury or death... The law clearly states that in this situation, no compensation is required.

He complained that there weren't enough opportunities to practice on his own.

The drug completely transformed my body: it made me stronger, faster, and reacted like lightning.

Even if the other party draws a gun, as long as they don't fire all at once, he can still dodge and control it.

With the alloy box there, when a bullet hits, it makes a dull thud and doesn't even leave a mark.

Gun control is strictly enforced in China, and very few people actually own guns; those homemade gunpowder guns are frighteningly loud, but their lethality is limited.

"Next time you run into this, call first, don't go yourself... it's dangerous," Wang Jiancheng patted him on the shoulder and warned.

"Alright, that's all for now, the customer is waiting for the rice." Zhong Guohong picked up two metal boxes, turned around and left.

"Captain, who is this guy?" Xu Hua, the newcomer, couldn't help but ask.

"A good guy in our area," Wang Jiancheng added with a smile, "and a wealthy one at that."

"Rich people doing porter jobs?" Xu Hua was taken aback.

"It's their choice, what's it to you?" Wang Jiancheng glared at him. "Take them away!"

The news of Zhang Jun's arrest spread like wildfire throughout the streets and alleys of Chongqing.

Zhong Guohong didn't keep a single penny of the 100,000 yuan reward; he donated it all to the police station.

The seven-level transport mode costs ten yuan per meter... 100,000 yuan, which is only enough to transport one thousand meters.