A Miserable Shared Apartment for Transmigrants Without Golden Fingers

He transmigrated, but had no heaven-defying talent, no old master to guide him, and no golden finger. To top it off, his new body belonged to a good-for-nothing. What was he supposed to do? Anyone there? This was urgent. Just as Bai Yitian waited for his long-overdue golden finger, someone showed up and told him to stop daydreaming. The golden finger wasn't late. It was gone for good. Fortunately, the door to an apartment was open to him. After moving in, Bai Yitian had to help his neighbors to earn enough for rent. Transmigrated into a zombie world, and your brains are about to get eaten? Don't panic. I'm here to help you deal with those little zombies. Transmigrated as a prince about to be exiled? Let's rebel. I'll be your general, and we'll march on the capital and make you emperor. Transmigrated into a world of immortal heroes, but stuck as a mortal? Fellow Daoist, take this Nine-Revolution Golden Pill, and let's enjoy cultivating together. After helping everyone out, Bai Yitian suddenly realized one day that he'd become one of the apartment's big shots.