Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

Man Niu arrived in just a few steps with a few security guards.

"Please leave," Zhong Tian said. "This is a production area, not a vegetable market. You can't just come in like that."

"Gentlemen, it really wasn't made by our factory. You should all go back first." Bull was polite but didn't back down.

"If you don't leave, I'll call the police." Zhong Tian's face darkened, leaving no room for negotiation.

"I am Xu Zheng, the lawyer from Shentong Electronics Factory." Xu Zheng stepped forward, his briefcase tucked under his arm. "If normal production is disrupted and losses are caused, we have the right to sue for compensation."

Upon hearing this, many people turned and left, still clutching the counterfeit device in their hands.

The remaining few looked at each other, their faces showing resentment, but they still silently left the factory.

"Bull, from now on, no one is allowed to come in except for familiar faces," Zhong Tian added.

"Understood." The bull nodded.

The factory's official security personnel are under the jurisdiction of Man Niu;

Those five special forces soldiers, ostensibly from the finance department, were actually just there to keep watch.

At the end of the month, Zhong Tian delivered the financial statements to Zhong Guohong's desk.

He glanced at it and gave all employees a generous bonus that same day.

This month, Prodigy Electronics sold more than 1,275,000 Prodigy memory devices.

Each unit yielded a net profit of 835 yuan.

The factory is listed as a high-tech enterprise, exempt from taxes for the first three years and subject to a 50% tax reduction for the following two years.

With no taxes to pay, and after deducting employee salaries, the net profit on paper surged to over 1.27 billion yuan.

Ordinary workers received a bonus of 1000 yuan each; key personnel such as Wu Peng, Yu Fang, Xu Zheng, and Zhong Tian had their monthly salaries increased to 5000 yuan, plus a special bonus of 1 yuan.

Chung Kwok-hung took 11 billion Chinese yuan from Prodigy Electronics Factory and poured it all into the top-tier and ultimate gene enhancement drugs.

After two injections, all of his physical indicators doubled.

"A force exceeding 100,000 kilograms is equivalent to 100 tons."

"I've accumulated 25892 mission attempts, and I'm still more than 4000 missions away from leveling up."

"Courtyard houses in Beijing are cheap now and easy to sell. Let Zhong Kun go and pick out a few."

He took out his phone and dialed Zhong Kun's number directly.

Not just in Beijing, but in all major cities across the country, people will need to own property... so that they won't have to pay for hotels wherever they go in the future.

"If we don't have enough housing, we'll buy more; if we don't have enough people, we'll hire more."

"We'll only really get started once the transport mode reaches level nine."

After working non-stop for seven days, the number of tasks finally exceeded 30,000.

With a thought, Chung Kwok-hung reset everything, and the transport mode instantly jumped to level nine.

"It's only a little past 11 o'clock, let's place a few more orders while it's still hot and try our luck in the prize draw."

"With a subsidy of 100 yuan per meter, running 150 kilometers a day, the subsidies alone bring in 1500 million yuan; after a month, the system's rebates exceed 4 million yuan. Right now, it can't compare to an electronics factory, but the approach is correct and the potential is strong."

There are only so many students, and the memory will eventually become saturated.

Such a lucrative product is bound to attract counterfeiters.

Within a month at most, counterfeit versions of the Prodigy Memory Device will appear on the market... with identical functions, but priced as low as 300 yuan per unit.

The genuine product sells for 1,500 yuan; which ordinary person wouldn't choose the cheaper one?

It's too difficult to protect your rights in China. Lawsuits drag on and on, and in the end, nothing comes of it.

He had already patented all the core technologies, designs, and algorithms in Singapore, the United States, China, and South Korea.

Distributors in various regions have already signed contracts, and orders are booked until next year.

There are currently 1200 million units of backlogged orders.

The factory operates at full capacity for thirty days, producing a maximum of 165 million units.

To utilize the backlog, Chung Kuo-hung instructed Yu Fang to hire another 270 people, increasing daily production to 10 units.

While this wave of benefits is still going strong, we should try to make as much profit as possible.

After delivering the last box of rice, Zhong Guohong returned to Huimin Food Store and had lunch with Wang Jiaying, Jiang Fengzi, and Mei Laokan.

After the electronics factory moved into its new building, Yu Fang, Man Niu, and the others lived and ate at the factory and didn't come back often.

"Old Kan, Jiang Fengzi, your monthly salary will be raised to three thousand." Zhong Guohong picked up a piece of food and said casually.

"It's too high, it'll burn your hands." Mei Laokan paused with his chopsticks.

"The shop makes more than 2,000 yuan a day. You guys work from dawn till dusk. Man Niu and Mao Zi have lighter jobs than you, and their wages have increased to 3,000 yuan, not including the year-end bonus."

He had heard the old saying, "A little kindness is appreciated, but too much kindness breeds resentment," but he didn't take it to heart.

Whether someone is a good person or not has no necessary connection with how much they are paid.

"Men with money become bad"? It sounds plausible, but it's all nonsense.

A bad person is a bad person; having money only makes it easier for them to do bad things.

"If you insist on giving it to me, I won't refuse." Old Man Mei shook his head with a smile and lowered his head to eat his rice.

All three of my daughters are in school, and they're always fighting with their classmates. Tuition and other fees are all going to be expensive. It's a hot potato, but if I really refuse, I'm afraid I won't even be able to afford my daughters' tutoring classes next semester.

After the meal, Chung Kwok-hung picked up eighty bags of rice and delivered them to each address.

The transport mode has nine levels; for every meter you move, one hundred yuan will jump into your account.

As the balance numbers climbed higher and higher, a smile never left his lips.

If you encounter a thief or fugitive on the street, just pin them down, tie them up, and make a phone call to end it all.

The number of missions can be used for a lottery: ten missions for a beginner's draw, one hundred missions for a mid-level draw... and only one hundred thousand missions will allow you to get a chance at the ultimate draw.

The higher the prize pool level, the greater the chance of getting good items.

In one afternoon, all four hundred orders were completed.

With the 67 attempts left from this morning, plus the newly accumulated 400 attempts, I now have a total of 647 attempts.

After dinner, I took a shower and, as usual, did half an hour of physical training.

After Wang Jiaying fell into a deep sleep, Zhong Guohong got up and went to the next room.

"Six beginner draws and four intermediate draws."

On my first draw, I lost one mission attempt, but I won an advanced singing skill.

Although it's called "advanced," in the Super Awesome System, this thing is only considered a beginner-level skill...

Learning a foreign language for 100 yuan and learning a dialect for 1,000 yuan both fall into this category.

Deduct fifty more times, and you'll draw advanced dance, top-notch medical skills, advanced Xingyi Quan, advanced parkour, or top-notch driving skills.

"Good quality, let's try the intermediate grade."

He drew four times in a row, and with a whoosh, he unleashed the Great Shift of Heaven and Earth, the Divine Illumination Skill, the Nine Yin Manual, and the Snow-Treading Without a Trace.

"All cultivation techniques have specific training paths, and we are currently only at the beginner level."

Chung Kwok-hung sat cross-legged on the bed, silently practicing his Divine Illumination Technique.

Among all the internal martial arts passed down by Master Jin, this skill is considered the best in terms of healing effects.

In terms of quality, Shenzhao Gong is no less than top-tier martial arts such as Jiuyang Divine Skill and Yi Jin Jing.

"His body has undergone five rounds of genetic enhancement, giving him a solid foundation, allowing him to train at an absurdly fast pace."

In less than an hour, he had mastered the entire mental cultivation method to its fullest extent.

"My cultivation level is stuck at its peak, but my internal energy is still shallow... Right now, I'm accumulating power, and the efficiency has increased several times over."

After several more hours of practice, he finished his work, got up, returned to the master bedroom, wrapped one arm around Wang Jiaying's waist, embraced her soft body, and fell into a deep sleep until the sunlight shone through the window.

With sufficient internal strength, one can quickly master the Great Shift of Heaven and Earth; with a solid foundation, techniques and lightness skills will naturally follow.

Zhong Guohong was clear-headed and decided not to be greedy. He focused on solidifying his Shenzhao Gong skills and accumulating sufficient internal strength before making any further moves.

The cheapest cultivation technique costs 10 billion Chinese yuan, while the most expensive approaches 100 trillion yuan.

Martial arts and magic are on the same level, starting at one million and reaching a maximum of one hundred billion.

The starting price for superpowers is ten million, with a maximum of one hundred billion.

After finishing the breakfast prepared by Wang Jiaying, he went out to deliver goods as usual.