Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

"I'll only try with three thousand yuan. Win or lose, it's all settled. Just this once," Zhao Zhicheng insisted.

"If you work in a bank, this isn't worth it. Out of ten retail investors, how many actually make money?"

"Then how did you earn a billion?" Zhao Zhicheng asked back.

"With a principal of 50 million, I've saved 30 million, enough for me to live on for decades," Chung Kwok-hung said as if he were talking about the weather.

"Should we focus on domestic or international markets?"

"Go wherever it's hottest," Chung Kwok-hung said with a smile.

"If not stocks, what's a quick way to make money?" Zhao Zhicheng asked again.

"The housing market is very stable. In my opinion, houses in Xiangtianmen, Shenglibei and along the Nanjiang River in Chongqing will definitely exceed 10,000 yuan per square meter within 20 years."

"Over 10,000 yuan per square meter?" Zhao Zhicheng was stunned.

"You can mortgage the house, get a loan, and buy more, keep going," Zhong Guohong added leisurely.

"That's a good approach." Zhao Zhicheng felt a surge of excitement.

After school in the morning, the two left the school gate.

Chung Kwok-hung got into the driver's seat: "Where to?"

"What do you want to eat?" Zhao Zhicheng asked instead of answering.

"You're treating, you decide." Chung Kwok-hung kicked the ball back.

"It's my treat, you choose," Zhao Zhicheng said with a smile.

"Hot pot," Chung Kwok-hung thought for a moment.

"There's a shop up ahead that has authentic flavors, fresh meat, a clean broth, and a bright and spacious place."

"become."

After entering the restaurant and taking a seat, Zhao Zhicheng ordered a bottle of beer and a bunch of dishes.

Zhong Guohong took out his phone and dialed a number.

If you drink too much, someone has to drive you... These days, there are no designated drivers, and you don't trust strangers to drive, since there aren't many people who can drive anyway.

Zhao Zhicheng had a high alcohol tolerance; after six bottles, he didn't even need to go to the toilet.

Zhong Guohong, in the early stage of the Golden Core realm, is instinctively immune to alcohol; his stomach is full? The smell of alcohol has long since dissipated from his pores; if he really needs an emergency, he still has a spatial ring... a top-grade immortal artifact, more than enough to hold a sun.

Hot pot, blanched vegetables, and casual conversation—time flies by.

"Boss." Jiang Wei stood by the table with his back straight, wearing a neat short-sleeved shirt.

"Here are the car keys, drive back." Chung Kwok-hung handed them over.

"Yes!" Jiang Wei took the keys and turned to leave.

"You even have a personal driver?" Zhao Zhicheng was taken aback.

"You can't drive after drinking, so I hired a few acquaintances to take turns," Chung Kwok-hung said casually.

"Yes." Chung Kwok-hung nodded.

After paying the bill, Zhao Zhicheng casually put his arm around his shoulder: "Come on, let's go to a karaoke bar."

Zhong Guohong knew in his heart that... after traveling for so long, he had never been to a karaoke bar.

Since we're in the mood, we should just go for it.

As soon as I entered, several people came up to me, smiling and calling out "Brother Zhao" repeatedly.

After waiting for more than half an hour, Zhong Guohong got bored and found an excuse to leave alone.

He walked around the sandbar and arrived at Chen Mansha's place just before lunchtime.

As soon as the door opened, Zhao Youruo stood in the doorway, her eyes lighting up: "Brother Zhong."

Zhong Guohong handed over what he was carrying: "One serving for each person."

"Thank you, Brother Chung!" she said quickly, a smile playing on her lips.

"That's it?" he asked.

"Do whatever you want." She laughed.

"Eat first, then I'll check your homework." He walked towards the dining table.

Around 10 p.m., Zhong Guohong took a car back to Victory Monument.

Full of energy, he practiced the Sun, Moon and Stars Divine Skill with Wong Kar-ying for a while.

The next morning, he went to Zhao Zhicheng's workplace and deposited 100 million Chinese yuan in a fixed-term deposit.

After lunch, he went into an office building and signed a road repair donation contract.

He made over 350 billion yuan in the stock market and plans to use 200 billion yuan to build roads.

The roads around Qiankun Industrial Zone are too narrow, causing traffic jams every day and making it difficult to transport goods. In many parts of the city, there are either no roads or the roads are so narrow that it is difficult to turn around, not to mention that they are full of potholes.

"Yuzhou University is the best university in Yuzhou, and we must build it into the university with the best infrastructure in China."

That morning, Zhong Guohong went to deliver a porter.

Because of him, Man Niu not only survived, but also married Yu Fang.

The night before, a porter named Li Qiang was stabbed to death by two robbers while trying to save someone.

Many gang members said they would give him a ride.

Li Qiang lives in Jinjiang. He is only 27 years old and has elderly parents and young children to support.

The family members stayed by the body, crying so hard they couldn't stand up straight.

"He'd rather die than let someone else live... His character is just like a bull."

Zhong Guohong retreated to a corner, took out his phone, and made a call.

Mei Laokan, Man Niu, Mao Zi, Zhao Jialing, Jiang Fengzi, and Lao Huang all rushed over.

Many porters took out a few yuan from their pockets and stuffed it into Li Qiang's parents' hands.

Mei Laokan and the others each contributed a thousand.

With a base salary of 2,000 yuan, plus bonuses and commissions, I take home more than 3,000 yuan a month; including the year-end bonus, my average monthly income is just over 5,000 yuan.

Without much thought, Zhong Guohong pulled out a stack of hundred-yuan bills and handed them over.

After Li Qiang was buried, Zhong Tian arranged for his parents and wife to move into the Qiankun Industrial Zone.

"Thank you! Thank you so much!" The three of them immediately knelt down and kowtowed.

"Uncle and Auntie, get up quickly!" Several porters rushed forward to help.

"Brothers, let's send our hero off on his final journey!" someone shouted.

"Send Li Qiang away!" Thousands upon thousands of porters responded in unison.

A long line started from the Victory Monument and traveled for nearly ten kilometers.

After watching the hearse disappear into the distance, the groups of porters dispersed.

Zhong Guohong felt a heavy weight in his heart, and his anger was rising towards the two murderers.

To put it bluntly, those two weren't just ordinary robbers; they were murderers.

"If the streets were filled with facial recognition and surveillance cameras, this would never have happened last night."

He was determined to find the murderer and get justice for Li Qiang. That very day, he paid someone to teach him to paint and then went to the police station.

With Wang Jiancheng's help, he found out about Zhang Jie, who had been robbed, and drew a sketch of the two murderers.

"Does it look like him?" Chung Kwok-hung handed over the portrait.

"It's them!" Zhang Jie stared at the picture and insisted.

"Are you sure?" Wang Jiancheng pressed.

"I saw it with my own eyes, there's no mistake." Zhang Jie's voice trembled, but her eyes remained focused.

"Great, with this map, they can't escape." Wang Jiancheng breathed a sigh of relief.

"Captain Wang, shall we go?" Zhong Guohong smiled.

"Yes." Wang Jiancheng nodded.

Leaving Zhang Jie's house, Zhong Guohong lowered his voice and said, "Those two are most likely still in the Yuzhou urban area."

"What are you planning to do?" Wang Jiancheng asked.

"We'll post all 100,000 portraits tonight. As long as someone is in the city, they definitely won't be able to hide them by tomorrow morning," Zhong Guohong said.

"One hundred thousand copies? The cost is not low." Wang Jiancheng frowned... The bureau's budget is tight, and the cost of just copying is fifty thousand. They also need to find enough machines, and right now they can't even find a decent copier.

"Captain Wang, I'll handle everything else. You just focus on arresting them," Zhong Guohong said with a relaxed smile.

"You'll pay for it?" Wang Jiancheng paused.

"Everyone has a role in catching murderers," Chung Kwok-hung said calmly.

"Then... I'll have to trouble you." Wang Jiancheng didn't say anything more, knowing full well how important this favor was.

Chung Kuo-hung went directly to the Qiankun Industrial Zone, bought one hundred photocopiers, and printed 100,000 copies of the portrait overnight.

"A reward of 100,000 Chinese Yuan is offered... Whoever provides a clue will receive the reward on the spot."

The portrait was handed to Zhong Tian, ​​and he gave him a few more careful instructions.

At 5 p.m., all companies and factories in the industrial park held a unified meeting.