Siheyuan: I'm Really an Honest Man

Winter, 1960. Courtyard No. 95 on Nanluogu Lane, in the southern part of the capital.

The winter wind blowing through the cracks in the window makes Li Yang shiver uncontrollably. Half-asleep, he mutters something, rolls over, and burrows back under the covers, showing no intention of getting up.

After all, as a procurement officer, he has no fixed work schedule. Especially now, during a famine, a job that used to go unnoticed has become one of the most sought-after positions at the factory.

For Li Yang, who has a cheat of his own, the procurement job is simply a way to legitimize his personal wealth.

He only gets to transmigrate once. Why not live as comfortably as he can? If he has to throw himself into a grueling 996 or 007 work schedule, what was the point of transmigrating?