Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

His face, though handsome before, always seemed pale and thin; now, tempered by the zombie crystal core, his jawline is sharp as if carved by a knife, and his brows reveal a calm sharpness.

Only the old, faded jacket he was wearing, with frayed cuffs, somehow managed to dampen his spirit.

Even so, just standing there, he was much more eye-catching than the men walking back and forth on the street.

Lin Quan smiled and said decisively, "Boss, make a few new outfits."

"Please come in, sir!"

Before the maidservant beside her could respond, Chen Xueru had already stepped around the counter, her lotus-like steps light and graceful, and gestured to him: "Come with me, let's take your measurements first."

Lin Quan nodded, said no more pleasantries, and followed.

The light in the back room was soft. Chen Xueru took out a soft measuring tape and walked towards him unhurriedly.

"Young man, please stand still, I'll take your measurement now."

Before he could finish speaking, the measuring tape was already on his shoulder.

As she approached, a delicate, sweet fragrance quietly wafted out, heading straight for his nose.

"This scent...it's coming from her..."

Lin Quan paused slightly, his breath catching in his throat for a moment.

Chen Xueru seemed to sense something. Instead of retreating, she gently flicked her fingertip, leaving a ticklish sensation on his wrist bone. Her eyes sparkled, and she smiled brightly.

At first, Lin Quan was a little tense, but seeing her teasing and flirting every now and then, he suddenly chuckled, raised his wrist, and directly wrapped his arm around her slender waist, pulling her into his embrace.

"Boss Xue Ru, once the flames start, they won't discriminate."

"Deposit of fifty. Once the clothes are made, please deliver them to No. 96 Nanluoguxiang."

As soon as he finished speaking, he flipped his palm over and stuffed several brand-new banknotes into her hand.

Finally, he gently patted her lower back with his palm. The force was light, but it was so hot that it made her heart skip a beat.

Before she could react, Lin Quan had already turned and strode out of the back room in a few steps, disappearing from the shop entrance in a flash.

"ah--"

Only when the swaying curtain came to a stop did Chen Xueru suddenly come to her senses and exclaim softly.

Swish!

A surge of color rushed to his face, burning from his ears all the way down to his neck, making his entire face so red it looked like it was about to bleed.

Her gaze followed the direction Lin Quan had left, her lips barely moving as she muttered under her breath, "That guy is incredibly audacious... and has such a thick skin!"

Before I could finish speaking, my heart skipped a beat, as if I had been hit by something.

The blush that had just faded suddenly returned, burning up her cheeks and making her ears feel hot.

Lin Quan, who had already walked away, couldn't help but smile when he recalled Chen Xueru's stunned expression.

"This girl really has a vibrant energy..."

He walked and laughed, his steps light and quick, and in the blink of an eye, he stepped into a grain shop—his business with Qiao Jingjing couldn't be delayed for even a moment.

A glance swept across the space in the mirror. How long had it been? A small mountain of gold, silver, and jade artifacts had already piled up inside.

There aren't many items, but the gold jewelry alone weighs roughly twenty or thirty pounds!

There are also high-quality silver hairpins and bracelets, and several warm and lustrous old jade pendants.

"Qiao Jingjing's movements are even faster than the wind..."

"They've probably dug out the most treasured items from some old-established jewelry store."

Even though it's the 1950s and everything is in ruins, every family in Beijing with a bit of connections has accumulated a few valuable items.

Having twenty or thirty pounds of gold here isn't really a rare thing.

Lin Quan was intently examining the space in the mirror when he stepped into the grain shop.

The shopkeeper, with his sharp eyes, immediately came forward, a warm smile plastered on his face: "Young comrade, what would you like to buy?"

Upon hearing the sound, Lin Quan finally looked up, turning his gaze away from the mirror.

Meeting the shopkeeper's smiling face, he didn't beat around the bush; a slight smile played on his lips as he cut to the chase:

"Shopkeeper, I need quite a lot of goods, but I'm afraid your warehouse won't be able to hold them all."

Upon hearing this, the shopkeeper glanced at him up and down without changing his expression, then laughed heartily:

"Don't worry, young man. Our shop may not be big, but we have a solid foundation passed down from our ancestors!"

Lin Quan's smile deepened upon hearing this, and he directly stated the number:

"Ten tons of rice, ten tons of wheat flour, and ten tons of cornmeal—does your shop have enough?"

The shopkeeper's smile froze for a moment, and his eyes visibly lapsed.

Several breaths passed before he slowly squinted and began to examine Lin Quan again.

"Young comrade, is that really true?"

Ordering thirty tons of grain at once would be considered nonsense by most people. But this shopkeeper knew very well that sixty thousand catties of grain, even at the lowest price, would amount to nearly ten thousand yuan on paper! It was no laughing matter.

"Shopkeeper, do I look like someone who likes to joke around?"

Before he finished speaking, Lin Quan reached into his pocket—seemingly to take out money, but in reality, he lightly hooked his fingertip in the space reflected in the mirror.

Two heavy, bright yellow croakers landed steadily on the counter.

"Here's the deposit. Now it's up to you whether you dare to take this order."

The shopkeeper didn't say anything, but simply picked up one, rubbed it between his fingertips for a moment, and weighed it in his hand.

Pure color and substantial weight – it can't be fake!

He put down the gold bars, straightened up, his gaze intense, and his smile took on a different meaning:

"Thirty tons? A piece of cake! Our shop can handle that!"

Once he confirmed that Lin Quan wasn't just talking nonsense, the shopkeeper's tone immediately changed, and he even straightened his back a bit.

Lin Quan remained unmoved, as if he had expected this reaction.

"Okay, this batch of goods is yours."

"Delivered to No. 96 Tongluoguxiang, settled in gold at market price—only new grain is accepted, no old grain mixed in."

"If things go smoothly this time, we'll stay in touch often, and I'll never treat you unfairly."

As soon as he finished speaking, he flicked his finger and slammed the three small yellow croakers onto the counter with a "thud".

He turned to leave, but as soon as he stepped over the threshold, he stopped abruptly, turned to the side, and added:

"By the way, be discreet when delivering goods—don't disturb the neighbors."

After saying that, he didn't turn around, and in a flash, he disappeared outside the grain shop.

Watching Lin Quan turn and leave, his figure gradually disappearing into the gray twilight at the street corner, the grain shop owner slowly withdrew his gaze.

Upon closer inspection, one could see that the usual amiable mask on his face suddenly cracked with a fine line, his brow furrowed slightly, and a hint of hesitation and weighing appeared in his eyes.

But in an instant, his Adam's apple bobbed slightly, he shook his head and sighed softly, his expression returning to normal, as if nothing had happened.

Then his gaze turned serious, falling on the five small yellow croakers lying quietly on the counter—golden, heavy, and with a matte finish.

"He casually tossed out a few gold bars; this young man must have come from some wealthy and powerful family..."

"I'm just a stallholder, I don't get involved in other people's business, and I don't concern myself with right and wrong."

Before he finished speaking, he had already reached out and tucked the gold bars into his sleeve, his movements swift and decisive, without the slightest hesitation.

Without further ado, he turned around and loudly called to the servants in the backyard to quickly prepare the brown rice, cornmeal and bean cakes that Lin Quan wanted!

Lin Quan was unaware that just a moment ago, he was almost stepped into the gate of the Military Control Commission by the shopkeeper!

Even if it were reported, Lin Quan would remain unscathed, thanks to the martyr's certificate wrapped in red silk left by his parents.

This is also the source of his confidence to barge into the grain shop and conduct transactions face-to-face!