Siheyuan: Framing the Factory Director for a Free Ride on the State Payroll!

Also known as Li Huaide: I Regret It, So Why Can't I Get Rid of This Scammer? From Refugee to Tyrant of the Steelworks

In the famine-stricken year of 1960, Zhou Yuanchao transmigrated and ran straight into an oncoming jeep.

As it happened, the person he hit was Li Huaide, deputy director of the Red Star Steelworks.

Without another word, Zhou Yuanchao took his fake accident all the way: coughing up blood, pretending to die, and whipping the crowd into a frenzy. With one combo, he had Li Huaide completely in his grip.

Comrades, tell me if this is fair. A factory director hits someone and can't even offer a word of concern. What kind of conduct is that?

Li Huaide broke into a cold sweat. "No, no, comrade, let's talk this out. Please, don't make a political issue of it..."

A temporary job, an assigned apartment, steamed buns made with white flour... With his silver tongue and nerves of steel, Zhou Yuanchao thrived in the courtyard.

Silly Zhu? He's my cook.

Xu Damao? He's just a source of amusement I can toy with whenever I want.

Qin Huairu? Sorry, I'm not interested in widows.

Years later, Zhou Yuanchao stood at the courtyard entrance, a cigarette dangling from his lips as he looked over the neighbors. The corner of his mouth curled into a smile.

This courtyard is mine to rule.

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.