Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

If you happen to encounter a generous out-of-town guest, or even a foreigner, they can earn several hundred yuan a day, and I'm not bragging.

The exchange rate for Xingbi to Huaxia Coin is 1:5.5 at banks, but private exchanges start at 1:8, and for those in urgent need of cash, there are people willing to trade at 1:10.

Of course, not every foreigner is generous... Jiang Zemin once made a mistake: a foreign currency note with a face value of five thousand only yielded less than fifty cents at the bank.

Customers from Hong Kong and Guangdong are generous spenders; ten dollars a bill is commonplace.

Over two hundred thousand porters are crammed into Chongqing city to make a living, and the competition for jobs is fierce.

The rules and regulations of the Gelaohui (a secret society) still work well among this group.

"Hello..." A young foreign woman stood at the dock entrance, looking around. She spoke quickly and with a stiff accent, leaving the porters around her completely bewildered.

These people have limited literacy and can barely speak Mandarin, let alone foreign languages.

Back then, it wasn't difficult for high school students to find jobs, and the wages were much higher than those of porters.

Chung Kwok-hung stepped forward and asked in fluent English, "Need any help?"

"I'm Sophie! That's great!" Her eyes lit up immediately.

"I want to go..."

"Ten yuan, I'll take you there."

"Ten dollars?"

"Huaxia Coin"

For a distance of less than three kilometers, the system subsidizes each order by 100 yuan, and he has received more than 200,000 yuan in subsidies alone.

"Okay." Sophie nodded and handed over the luggage.

Zhong Guohong took the bag and led her away from Xiangtianmen.

More and more foreigners are coming to Chongqing to do business and teach, and Sophie is one of them.

Upon arrival, a blonde woman greeted them with a smile.

"Chris! I've finally found you!" Sophie hugged her tightly.

"How did you get here?" Chris asked.

"He gave it to me." Sophie pulled Chung Kwok-hung over. "This is my classmate Chris, and this is Chung."

"I recognize him," Chris smiled.

"Zhong's English is exceptionally good..." Sophie began, but Chris raised her hand to interrupt her: "I know."

After exchanging a few pleasantries and exchanging phone numbers, Chung Kwok-hung turned and left.

Wandering around aimlessly, before I knew it, it was noon.

After getting their marriage certificate, Man Niu and Yu Fang decided to treat everyone to a nice meal.

She earned money in the city, and her family stopped pressuring her to marry into another family... Originally, her brother wanted to marry a woman on the condition that Yu Fang marry the woman's brother.

Now she earns a little over 10,000 yuan a month, and Man Niu earns over 8,000 yuan.

Wu Peng regretted his decision when the "prodigy memory device" sold so well.

For 200,000 RMB, he sold all the technology to Chung Kwok-hung; now the electronics factory has a daily net profit of over 80 million RMB.

He had always liked Yu Fang, and when he saw that she had gotten a marriage certificate with Man Niu, and was also instigated by Zhou Yaoji, he hired a lawyer to sue Wanxing Electronics Factory.

The contract was clearly written, and neither Attorney Xu Zheng nor Zhong Xiong were pushovers.

All the patents for the "Prodigy Memory Device" are clearly registered under Chung Kuo-hung's name; Wu Peng was dismissed long ago.

Right and wrong were clearly distinguished, and the turmoil subsided in just two days.

With hundreds of millions of Singapore dollars flowing into the foreign exchange market every month, nobody wants Wondershare to run into trouble.

A few days later, in a private room at a restaurant.

"Thank you everyone for coming!" Yu Fang smiled, her eyes crinkling into crescent moons.

Chung Kwok-hung handed over two stacks of hundred-dollar bills.

"Too much!" The bull pulled his hand back as if it had been burned.

"Take it, we're not strangers." Chung Kwok-hung smiled.

Wang Jiaying sat beside him, envious, but remained silent.

After the meal, Zhong Guohong delivered rice for another three hours.

Just after four o'clock in the afternoon, my phone rang... It was Chris calling.

He went back to the villa, took a shower, changed his clothes, and then went to Chris's place.

As soon as the door opened, Sophie stood in the doorway, her eyes suddenly lighting up.

Besides the two of them, there were two other foreign girls in the room: Angelina and Julie.

Sophie and Chris are foreign language teachers, and the other two are international students.

"Zhong, your English is really fluent."

Drinking, singing, dancing—the fun never stops.

"Zhong, I've heard that you Chinese people..." Chris leaned against the sofa armrest, her smile a little mischievous.

"People come in all shapes and sizes, tall and short, fat and thin, and I just have a natural gift."

"Oh?" She raised an eyebrow, half believing and half doubting.

Chung Kwok-hung practiced his foreign language with four foreign girls for several hours, taking big, steady steps before turning around and leaving.

Back in Wang Jiaying's room, he practiced for a while as usual, then lay down and fell asleep, waking up naturally.

In the morning, I went to Xiangtianmen Wharf to wander around, carrying loads, running errands, and listening to shouts, making the most of my life as a porter.

In the afternoon, I went back to the food store to deliver rice. It was like clocking in. The task was counted once, and the subsidy was also deposited into my pocket.

I would go to Chris's place every few days to chat in English and practice my speaking skills;

He checked Zhang Li's homework every two or three days, without urging or pressuring her, only looking at the results.

When he didn't feel like moving, he would lean on that 1.5-meter-long rubber titanium alloy tube and squat down to watch a few porters play cards.

"Victory Monument, Zili Lane? A porter surnamed Huang, his daughter's name is Huang Mei, three years old?"

"So, the old Huang in the alley is the same old Huang who was carrying his load at the end of the documentary."

"When he was making films, he was a gatekeeper, reasonable, and never suffered a loss. He never let up in his entire life."

The pipe looked like a hard, yellow bamboo stick; it was heavy and resilient.

Chung Kwok-hung is 1.8 meters tall, and it fits him perfectly—not too long, not too short, and easy to use.

When he got itchy fingers, he sat down at a card game to play either the landlord game (two points) or the Texas Hold'em game.

Two cents can buy an ice pop, which isn't a small amount;

One fry doubles the price, two fry quadruple it, three fry and it's only one dollar and sixty cents...

Many porters work all day but can't even earn ten yuan.

If someone is unsteady on their feet, they'll shout "Helper!" and seven or eight people will rush out from the crowd.

Those with fast legs take over the orders, while those with slow legs are panting for nothing.

Before the customers even show up, the porters are already huddled together... This scene happens every day.

While listening to his colleagues chatting about Lao Huang, Zhong Guohong didn't interrupt, but his heart sank.

"Old Huang may not be very literate, but he's honest, principled, and a reliable gatekeeper."

"Wanxing Electronics Factory's base salary is 2,000 yuan, plus performance bonuses and subsidies, the monthly income is a little over 3,000 yuan."

"For the outer perimeter security, we'll hire honest people, like Lao Huang; for the key positions inside, we'll use special forces recruited from the system."

He found a quiet corner, took out his phone, and dialed the number for Man Niu.

Man Niu didn't ask any more questions and told Maozi to go to Zili Lane to find Lao Huang.

After leaving the factory, Maozi first met Lao Huang, and then went to see the female worker surnamed Tian... The two started dating, earning more than three thousand a month, and their lives were getting better.

The day Lao Huang received the notice, his eyes shone like polished glass, and he hummed half a section of Sichuan opera on his way home.

Who in Chongqing doesn't know Wanxing Electronics Factory? The salary is comparable to that in Hong Kong, and even higher than that of the same position in Haizhou.

There are countless kind-hearted poor people in China. I'll help as many as I can find.

These words remained unspoken, kept to myself.

He would stroll towards Tianmen in the morning as usual, deliver rice in the afternoon, and spend his evenings either at Chris's place or with Wang Jiaying or Zhang Li.

A few days later, he rented an entire floor, opened a car dealership, and handed it over to Zhang Li to manage.

To save trouble, he directly bought a new house for Zhang Li and Wang Jiaying, and gave each of them 100,000 yuan for renovations.

Chris, Sophie, Angelina, and Julie will eventually return to places outside of China, so I won't give them houses; the sentiment is enough.

The fifteenth day of the twelfth lunar month arrived quietly.