Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

"Number of missions: 35,673. Three top-tier lottery draws, five advanced lottery draws."

With a single thought, all 35,000 tasks were reset to zero.

"Ten thousand types of composite material technologies, life-level intelligent programs... the Nine Revolutions Condensation Technique?"

As the information flooded his mind, the corners of his mouth involuntarily turned up.

Each one of them is a hot potato: composite materials can build aircraft carrier decks, intelligent programs can control eagle fighter jets, and the Nine Revolutions Condensing Yuan Technique leads directly to the peak of Mahayana... If you really cultivate it, it is a real path to immortality.

He checked the system store and found that the Nine Revolutions Condensing Yuan Technique was priced at 50 trillion Chinese Yuan.

"The highest-level cultivation techniques in the shop only go up to the peak of the Mahayana stage; there are no Immortal-level techniques."

He glanced down at his watch, sat cross-legged, and tried to regulate his breathing.

As soon as the technique was activated, the internal energy accumulated in the lower dantian over decades visibly decreased.

In less than an hour, only a wisp of true energy remained.

"This is only the first stage, and there's already so little left. One-ninth left after the first stage, another one-ninth after the second stage... Without the elixir to sustain you, reaching the top? Difficult."

He opened the system store and searched for auxiliary cultivation items.

"One million low-grade spirit stones per stone."

I gritted my teeth and spent a billion to buy a 1,000-cubic-meter space ring;

Spend another 200 million to exchange for 200 low-grade spirit stones.

"I still have over 30 million in my account, and I'll be going back to my hometown in a few days."

He knew in his heart that it was better to give the villagers a house and a job than to give them cars and money.

Not highly educated? Security guards are a good job. A security guard at Wanxing Electronics Factory earns over 3,000 yuan a month, plus bonuses... enough to support a family comfortably.

No one is envious of others taking this amount, nor is it a hot potato.

If the house couldn't be given away, he would let the nine families in the village who had benefited from his kindness live there for free.

It's been almost a year since he left the village.

The three mud houses in my hometown had walls made of bamboo frames covered with yellow mud.

Fortunately, the car had a high chassis and sufficient power, and it drove steadily into Wangjia Village despite the bumpy ride.

The village is not far from the main road. Years ago, everyone pooled their money and labor, and even exchanged land with the town to build the road all the way to the village entrance.

The gravel quarry in town was cheap; just load a few truckloads of gravel onto the road, and you've got a decent gravel road.

Fengxian County is not considered wealthy in Chongqing. Besides relying on its mountainous terrain and developing tourism, it makes a living by raising chickens and pigs and growing fruit trees.

The most common fruit grown in the village is the Guanggan orange, which only fetches five cents per pound when harvested.

The hillside was uneven; no one dared to even think about planting crops on a large scale.

Without greenhouses and out-of-season produce, the fruit rots on the trees and no one buys it, driving the price down drastically.

A car suddenly drove into the village, and many people instinctively looked up.

"Uncle, Third Uncle, Fifth Uncle..." Chung Kwok-hung greeted them with a smile.

Regardless of whether his surname is Wang, Zhao, or Qin, according to seniority, that's how you have to address him.

"Your car?"

I just bought it this year.

"It's not cheap, is it?"

"Forty-two hundred thousand."

"Wow! Where did all this money come from?"

"I was lucky and made some money... Uncle, I brought some braised vegetables. I'll come to your house for lunch."

"Just eat, why buy groceries? We haven't seen each other for months, and you're still acting like an outsider?"

He deftly pulled out cigarettes and alcohol, two packs of cigarettes and two bottles of alcohol for each person.

"Are you so rich you're burning your hands?"

"Once you've made money, you should at least take care of your elders, right?"

"How much did you actually earn?"

"Have you heard of the prodigy memory device? It's all about this."

"Who hasn't heard of it? I was even thinking of buying one for my grandson, but I just can't afford it."

Zhong Guohong took them out of his bag one by one and handed them over.

"Then we certainly won't stand on ceremony."

At the lunch table, he laid out two plans: one was to give them a car and money, and the other was to give them a house and a job.

After discussing it for a while, everyone chose the latter option... They wanted the job, but not the house.

Seeing that he couldn't refuse, Chung Kwok-hung didn't insist anymore and simply nodded in agreement.

Once people are employed in the factory, their wages and bonuses will be paid as usual, and then quietly increased a little more. Buying a house and a car will be just a matter of time.

In the vicinity of Victory Monument in Yuzhou, the housing price is only about a thousand yuan per square meter.

With a monthly base salary of 2,000 and bonuses adding several hundred or even a thousand more, you can easily buy a few dozen square meters of property after a year.

Housing prices are rising fast? Faster than his salary increases?

The prodigy memory device makes a net profit of over two billion yuan a month, all of which goes into the pockets of its employees. For him, it's just a matter of swiping through the system.

Wu Peng had already been fired by him; Yu Fang, Zhong Tian, ​​and Zhong Kun each received a year-end bonus of 100,000 yuan; Man Niu, Mei Laokan, and Jiang Fengzi each received 50,000 yuan; Mao Zi and the others in the factory each received 20,000 yuan.

Man Niu is ostensibly in charge of security, Jiang Fengzi is an assistant at the food store, and Mei Laokan is in charge of the communal meals... Give them a little more, and everyone will be able to justify it.

The villagers were eager to go to the city, so Zhong Guohong thought for a moment and first called Zhong Tian and Zhong Kun.

The dormitory at Wanxing Electronics Factory was too cramped for a family.

Zhong Kun was in charge of finding housing, and Zhong Tian was in charge of buying six buses for commuting to and from the factory.

After spending the Spring Festival at home, Zhong Guohong led nine households from the village to the Victory Monument in Yuzhou.

He owns more than 500 houses in the vicinity of Victory Monument and Chaotianmen alone; in Beijing, Haizhou, Guangdong, Sichuan... he owns them everywhere.

Housing prices are cheap; a day's hard work can earn you over a hundred apartments.

Young and middle-aged people go to work in factories, while the elderly stay at home to take care of the children.

Each family owns a three-bedroom, two-living-room apartment, with a monthly rent of only one hundred yuan.

He didn't actually want to accept any money, but the villagers wouldn't stay for free, so he had to give up.

I was thinking of just giving them the room, but since I couldn't give it to them, I had no choice but to let them be.

During the day, he still worked as a porter, carrying loads and goods; when he was free, he would sit with everyone, drinking and eating.

He kept repeating to people, "The housing prices in the city will only go up, never down..."

The more you talk, the more people believe you, and the more money you lend out.

He lent 150,000 yuan to each of the nine households in the village who had been kind to him.

It wasn't that they didn't want to give more, but everyone just shook their heads: "150,000? That's enough to build a two-story house!"

If his uncles really asked to borrow ten million, Chung Kwok-hung wouldn't even blink.

The first month's salary, plus bonus, came to a little over three thousand.

All four members of the family work in the factory, earning more than 13,000 yuan a month.

"The elders in the village don't have much education, and the porter trade doesn't rely on diplomas."

"I get off work at 5 p.m., and I have plenty of time in the evening... Let's hire a few teachers and start a night school."

After he finished his phone call with Zhong Tian, ​​Wang Jiaying had already boiled water, and he took a comfortable bath.

The next morning, he carried his eating utensils and headed to Xiangtianmen Wharf.

With the Super Awesome System by his side, he is destined to be an awesome person for the rest of his life.

With someone managing and overseeing the company and factory, he was able to relax.

Whether it's Qiankun Company or Wanxing Electronics Factory, he doesn't even need to look at their reports.

Delivering rice every day can get a bit monotonous. Luckily, I can also take on some regular porter jobs, which expose me to all sorts of people, so it's not boring.

If he meets a girl who is willing to chat with him until late at night, as long as they are compatible and have similar temperaments, Chung Kwok-hung will not refuse and is happy to learn more about her.

With top-notch medical skills and the ability to see through things, he can tell a person's physical condition and whether they have any hidden illnesses at a glance.

I completed three orders in the Xiangtianmen area this morning, which increased my task count three times. The system then replenished my account with over 300,000 orders.