Siheyuan: I Transmigrated Into Silly Zhu, Now I'm Invincible

Qi Tongwei took his own life with a bullet.

When he opened his eyes again, he had become the cook He Yuzhu in a courtyard compound.

The parasitic widow Qin Huairu, Third Master scheming against him, Xu Damao constantly tripping him up, and a whole crowd of neighbors waiting to see him make a fool of himself...

Qi Tongwei smiled.

He’d outmaneuvered Gao Yuliang, risked his life against Zhao Ruilong, and traded gunfire with Hou Liangping. Did these petty little tricks of theirs even count as scheming?

When Qin Huairu came crying poor again, he handed her a promissory note. When Xu Damao dared to report him, he slapped the ledger down on the factory manager’s desk. When the three masters tried to smooth things over, he brought in the Deaf Old Lady as his “imperial sword.”

A month later, Qin Huairu had become his most obedient pawn, Xu Damao called him “bro” whenever they met, and the neighborhood office director was a regular at his dinner table.

At last, everyone in the compound realized that Silly Zhu was more devious than Xu Damao, shrewder than Third Master, and better versed in officialdom than Second Master.

But they had no idea that this “Silly Zhu” had ambitions that reached far beyond one courtyard compound.

“Win by half a move against Heaven? This time, I’m winning it all back.”