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  1. Siheyuan: In 1951, I Flee to Hong Kong with My Sister 四合院:1951带妹跑路香江 Male-Channel Fanfiction241k WordsCompleted No System! I transmigrated as Silly Zhu, and anyone who wants to stay in this lousy courtyard can stay. I'm out. I found 26,000 taels of gold hidden in the wall cavity of Prince Gong's Mansion. In 1951, I took my younger sister south and crossed the border into Hong Kong. 22.2kReads5.3Score976Shelves
  2. Siheyuan: In 1951, I Flee to Hong Kong with My Sister 四合院:1951带妹跑路港岛 Male-Channel Fanfiction213k WordsCompleted He transmigrates as Silly Zhu and discovers 26,000 taels of gold hidden in a partition wall at Prince Gong's Mansion from the start. In 1951, he takes his younger sister south and crosses the border into Hong Kong. He Daqing? Yi Zhonghai? Who wants to stay in this lousy courtyard can stay. I'm out. 2.5kReads—Score111Shelves
  3. Reborn in 1998: From Web Host to Financial Freedom 重生98:从个人站长到财富自由 Urban172k WordsOngoing In 2026, forty-five-year-old Lin Yuan shut down the last server. Everything reset to zero. When he opened his eyes again, he was back in his college dorm in 1998. With twenty years of internet history in his head, he knew exactly where the openings lay in every step of the next two decades. First, he used one computer and one website to earn dollars, then bought the dip during the downturn and saved up his first fortune. Next, before anyone else could get there, he snapped up King of Kings, Ston 1.6kReads—Score176Shelves
  4. Paper Effigy Maker: From the Start, I Run into the Yin Emperor 扎纸匠:开局撞上阴天子 Mystery133k WordsOngoing Working as a paper effigy craftsman means following three rules: never use a living person's name, never paint a paper figure's eyes, and never retrace your steps after closing up. On the seventh night of mourning for his grandfather, Lin Mo was closing up when he ran into a man in a blue robe. The paper lantern in the man's arms had neither oil nor wick, yet it lit by itself, glowing an eerie green. "Keep this lantern safe for me. I'll come back for it in seven days." At midnight on the seventh 6Reads—Score—Shelves