Reborn in 2000: I'm the Boss's Driver

In November, the steel city was already in the late autumn and early winter.

The plane trees lining the streets had almost all fallen leaves, leaving only bare branches pointing towards the gray sky. In the morning, the frost on the car windows was thicker, the air had a crisp, cold smell, and white breath could be seen in the mist.

Life continued as usual, but Lin Fan knew that beneath the surface of calm, many things were quietly changing.

The first major event was to liquidate all my stocks.

On the first weekend of October, Zhou Wenyuan and Lin Fan met at Lin Fan's study in the Riverside Garden. The curtains were drawn, the door was closed, and there were two laptops on the table, along with a calculator and a stack of white paper.

"I'll go first." Zhou Wenyuan logged into his Hong Kong stock account. The numbers on the screen jumped up and down—Tencent Holdings, number of shares held, current stock price. He took a deep breath and his fingers tapped on the keyboard.

Lin Fan watched from the side. Zhou Wenyuan's operation was very steady; he didn't sell all at once, but divided it into five batches of 50,000 shares each, placing an order every half hour. This was their agreed-upon strategy—to avoid attracting market attention and smoothly unload the shares.

The first batch of orders were placed and quickly closed. Zhou Wenyuan looked at the extra HK$200 million in his account with a calm expression, but Lin Fan noticed that his hand gripping the mouse tightened slightly.

"Brother Zhou, are you nervous?" Lin Fan handed him a cup of tea.

"It would be a lie to say I'm not nervous." Zhou Wenyuan took the teacup, took a sip, and said, "I've held these stocks for over three years, watching them rise from five yuan to over seventy yuan. Now I have to sell them... It's like giving away a child I've raised."

"It's better to have the money in our pockets," Lin Fan said. "Besides, we're not just clearing out our positions and never coming back. We can always buy more when the opportunity arises."

Zhou Wenyuan nodded and continued the operation. Within a morning, all five batches of orders were completed. The final account showed: Tencent shares were liquidated, with a total transaction amount of over HKD 1500 million, equivalent to approximately RMB 1400 million.

"What about Moutai?" Lin Fan asked.

"I still have Moutai in my A-share account," Zhou Wenyuan said as he switched accounts. "I'll have to sell that out gradually."

Moutai's operation was more cautious. They spent three whole days, selling a little each day, like a slow and steady stream. When they finally sold all their shares, Zhou Wenyuan's A-share account had more than 600 million RMB.

Including his previous cash-out from Hong Kong stocks, Zhou Wenyuan's total personal cash-out amounted to over 2000 million.

Lin Fan was also operating his own account simultaneously. He also earned more than 2000 million.

Zhou Wenyuan also notified the leaders who had bought stocks with him. The mayor, the party secretary, and several other close colleagues all cashed out considerable profits in this wave of selling.

"The mayor pocketed over eight million, and the Party Secretary pocketed over six million," Zhou Wenyuan told Lin Fan over the phone. "They were both very grateful, saying I have a conscience, that I didn't forget to share the profits with them."

"That's because of Brother Zhou's popularity," Lin Fan said.

Once the money arrived, the first thing they did was repay the loan. Lin Fan and Zhou Wenyuan immediately paid off the entire loan amount.

The second important thing is to return the car.

One afternoon in mid-November, Lin Fan drove his dark green Toyota Land Cruiser towards the Armed Police detachment compound. The car had been thoroughly washed, spotless inside and out, the gas tank was full, the tire pressure had been checked, and even the spare toolbox was neatly organized.

Squad leader Zhao Gang was waiting in front of the office building. When he saw the car arrive, he grinned.

Zhao Gang walked around the car, patted the hood, and said, "Brother Lin, this car has been with you for over two years, and you've maintained it better than our own cars."

"You flatter me, Captain Zhao." Lin Fan got out of the car and handed over the car keys. "Returning them to their rightful owner. Thank you for your support over the past two years."

"Don't be so formal." Zhao Gang took the keys, put his arm around Lin Fan's shoulder, and walked inside. "Come on, let's have some tea in the office. Don't leave tonight, I'll arrange dinner, let's have a good drink together."

In the office, Zhao Gang brewed some fine Tieguanyin tea. The two sat facing each other, the aroma of the tea wafting through the air.

"I've heard about Director Zhou's matter," Zhao Gang said, taking a sip of tea and lowering his voice. "He's going to be the Party Secretary of Tu County?"

"Team Leader Zhao is well-informed." Lin Fan nodded. "He'll be transferred after the New Year."

"That's a good thing," Zhao Gang said earnestly. "Director Zhou is an upright and capable man. If he goes to a local area to be the top leader, he can really get things done. It's better than him scheming against people in the bureau."

"Thank you for your understanding, Captain Zhao."

"I understand, I totally understand," Zhao Gang said with emotion. "I've been in the army for over twenty years, and I can't stand those who try to pull dirty tricks. Director Zhou has provided a lot of support to our detachment during his years at the Finance Bureau—barracks maintenance funds, vehicle replacement subsidies, and welfare benefits for officers and soldiers... I remember all of that."

Lin Fan knew Zhao Gang was telling the truth. During Zhou Wenyuan's tenure as director, the budget for the Armed Police detachment was indeed tilted in some direction. This wasn't a violation of regulations, but rather a matter of prioritizing the needs of defense units within the scope of policy.

"Brother Lin, I support you going to Tuxian with Director Zhou." Zhao Gang put down his teacup, his expression serious. "But I have to be honest—Tuxian is not a wealthy place, and there are many conflicts. When you go there, everything will be difficult at the beginning."

"We are prepared."

"It's good that you're prepared." Zhao Gang took out a business card from his drawer, which only had a name and phone number on it. "This is my old comrade-in-arms, the deputy chief of staff of the provincial military region. The head of the Tuxian County Armed Forces Department was a soldier under his command. If you need to coordinate relations between the local government and the military, you can contact him."

Lin Fan solemnly accepted the business card: "Thank you, Captain Zhao."

"No need to thank me." Zhao Gang waved his hand. "Also, this Land Cruiser... if you need another car, just let me know. I'll arrange another one for you."

"No need, Captain Zhao, you've already gone to enough trouble."

"What's the trouble!" Zhao Gang glared. "Director Zhou is going to Tu County. What good cars can the county have? When he really needs to go to the townships and drive on mountain roads, how can he manage without a rugged off-road vehicle? Here's what we'll do: call me once you're settled. I'll see if I can coordinate an older Land Cruiser. We'll go through the proper leasing process and not break the rules."

Lin Fan felt a warmth in his heart. Zhao Gang was a rough-looking man, but he was thoughtful and valued loyalty.

"Then thank you in advance, Captain Zhao."

"Thanks again!" Zhao Gang laughed, slapping the table. "Let's go eat. Tonight, we'll drink until we drop!"

The meal lasted three hours. Zhao Gang invited several familiar officers from the detachment to join him, and everyone drank to their hearts' content. During the meal, Zhao Gang repeatedly raised his glass: "Brother Lin, let's keep in touch. Give my regards to Director Zhou. Wherever he is, just give him a call if he needs anything. I, Zhao Gang, may not be able to boast about anything else, but I certainly have some connections within the Armed Police system!"

As the wine flowed and the conversation warmed, Zhao Gang put his arm around Lin Fan's shoulder, his voice slightly choked: "Brother, these days, there aren't many people like you and Director Zhou who value loyalty and friendship. Keep up the good work, I have faith in you two."

Lin Fan had also drunk quite a bit, but he remained clear-headed. That night, he not only returned a car but also solidified a valuable relationship. Military-civilian relations have always been important, and this connection with Zhao Gang might prove useful in the future.

The third major event is personnel arrangements.

At the end of November, the personnel changes in the Finance Bureau finally became clear.

Just as Zhou Wenyuan had predicted, Deputy Director Zhang failed to become the executive deputy director as he had hoped. The newly appointed director, surnamed Chen, was forty-five years old and had previously served as a section chief in the Provincial Finance Department. When the Municipal Party Committee's Organization Department came to announce the appointment, Deputy Director Zhang's face was grim, but he still forced a smile and applauded.

The positions of the other deputy directors remained unchanged. Cong Jie remained the executive deputy, and the other two deputy directors also retained their posts. The only change was that, before leaving, Zhou Wenyuan solemnly entrusted Zheng Ming, his secretary of one year, to Cong Jie.

"Director Cong, Zheng Ming has been with me for a year. He's hardworking and has excellent writing skills," Zhou Wenyuan said to Cong Jie in his office. "I'm leaving now. Please mentor him."

Cong Jie was very moved: "Director Zhou, rest assured, I will give Zheng Ming an important position. When you arrive in Tu County, please let me know if you need anything."

Lin Fan also began making arrangements for the convoy. He first spoke with Da Liu.

"Brother Liu, I might be transferred after the New Year," Lin Fan said bluntly.

Da Liu was stunned: "Captain Lin, where...where are you going?"

"We're going to Tuxian with Director Zhou," Lin Fan said. "I'd like to recommend you to be the team leader for the convoy."

Da Liu quickly waved his hand: "No, no, Captain Lin, I can barely be the vice-captain, how could I be the captain..."

"You're capable." Lin Fan patted his shoulder. "Brother Liu, you've been with the team for over ten years. You're highly skilled, well-liked, and everyone respects you. You deserve the position of captain."

"But……"

"No buts," Lin Fan said. "I've already reported to Director Zhou, and he agreed. Once the new director takes office, the appointments will be formally made. After you become the team leader, promote Xiao Zhao to deputy team leader. He's young, energetic, and can help you."

Liu's eyes reddened: "Captain Lin, I...I don't know what to say."

"Don't say anything, just lead the convoy well," Lin Fan said earnestly. "The new director is here, the convoy needs to be stable and there can't be any mishaps. That's my only requirement for you."

"Don't worry! I will manage the fleet well and won't let you down!"

Lin Fan also spoke privately with Xiao Zhao. The young man was surprised and delighted to hear that he was to be promoted to vice captain, but he was mostly reluctant to part with him.

"Team Leader Lin, I really hate to see you go."

"All good things must come to an end," Lin Fan laughed. "Work hard and learn a lot from Da Liu. Being the deputy captain of the convoy is just the beginning; there's room for advancement in the future."

"I understand, Captain Lin." Xiao Zhao nodded emphatically. "If you need anything when you get to Tuxian County, just call me. I'll drive to pick you up!"

With personnel arrangements in place, Lin Fan felt much more at ease. Liu was steady and reliable, while Zhao was quick-witted; the two working together should ensure a smooth transition for the team. Zheng Ming, working under Cong Jie, could continue to grow—Cong Jie, though straightforward, was honest and wouldn't mistreat his subordinates.

In early December, Zhou Wenyuan's transfer order was officially issued.

The deputy director of the municipal party committee's organization department personally saw Zhou Wenyuan off as he took up his post in Tu County. On the day of his departure, all the members of the finance bureau's leadership team came downstairs to see him off. Director Chen Xin also came, shook Zhou Wenyuan's hand, and said, "Secretary Zhou, may you achieve great things in Tu County. The finance system will always be your home; come back and visit often."

The words were polite, but everyone knew in their hearts that this parting might mean entering two different worlds.

Before getting into the car, Zhou Wenyuan glanced back at the Finance Bureau building. Sunlight shone on the glass curtain wall, reflecting a blinding light. He had worked here for over four years, rising from deputy director to bureau chief, experiencing so much. Now that he was leaving, his heart was filled with mixed emotions.

"Let's go," he said to the driver.

The car drove out of the compound and merged into the traffic on the street. Zhou Wenyuan didn't let Lin Fan go with him—he told Lin Fan to stay in Steel City and wait for his news.

"I'll go and familiarize myself with the situation first, and settle in," Zhou Wenyuan said on the phone. "Once I've finalized the position of office director, I'll process your transfer. Probably... around the Spring Festival."

"No rush, Brother Zhou, you should get your footing first," Lin Fan said.

"I'll keep an eye on the deputy director position for you," Zhou Wenyuan said firmly. "The director of the county party committee office is a member of the county party committee standing committee, at the deputy division level. You'll come over as a section chief first, work as deputy director for a while, and we'll figure out a better way later."

"I'll follow Brother Zhou's arrangements."

After hanging up the phone, Lin Fan stood by the office window, looking at the steel city in winter. The sky was overcast, and it looked like it was going to snow. Cars came and went in the Finance Bureau compound, and people hurried by; everything seemed normal.

But part of his heart had already flown to that small town called Tu County.

In mid-December, Lin Fan began slowly packing his personal belongings in his office. There wasn't much to take—a few books, a teacup, and a few work notebooks. But he packed slowly, as if sorting through the past four years.

Da Liu and Xiao Zhao often came over to keep him company and talk. The old brothers from the team also took turns coming to say goodbye, all saying they would miss Team Leader Lin.

"Team Leader Lin, when you come back, be sure to invite us for a drink!"

"must."

In late December, the first snow fell. The steel city was covered in silver, and pedestrians hurried along the streets, hunching their shoulders. As the year-end approached, various organizations began preparing for year-end summary and commendation meetings.

The new director of the Finance Bureau, Director Chen, convened the first general meeting of the entire bureau. Lin Fan sat below the stage, looking at the unfamiliar faces, feeling calm. This stage no longer belonged to him.

After the meeting, Director Chen specifically stopped Lin Fan: "Captain Lin, Secretary Zhou has spoken to me. Don't worry, the bureau will fully cooperate with your transfer procedures."

"Thank you, Director Chen."

"Don't mention it." Director Chen patted him on the shoulder. "Secretary Zhou is my former boss, and you're one of his capable assistants. Keep in touch."

Lin Fan knew this was just polite talk, but it was also a gesture of goodwill. The fact that the new director was willing to give him face meant that Zhou Wenyuan still had influence.

On the eve of New Year's Day, Lin Fan and Wang Juan invited their families to dinner at home. Their father, mother, in-laws, sister, brother-in-law, Niu Niu, and Xiao Lei all came. The whole family sat around the table, the hot pot steaming hot.

"Xiao Fan, take good care of yourself when you go to Tu County." His mother-in-law kept putting food on his plate. "It's cold there, so wear more clothes. Eat on time, don't skip meals."

"Mom, I've remembered everything."

Wang Juan sat beside him, saying little, but her eyes remained fixed on Lin Fan. Lin Fan knew she was reluctant to part, but was putting on a brave face in front of her family.

After dinner, everyone sat in the living room watching TV and chatting. Xiao Lei took out his final exam report card—78th in the grade, an improvement from the midterm exam.

"Brother-in-law, you have to come back and celebrate with me when I get into Gangcheng No.1 High School."

"I'll definitely come back." Lin Fan smiled. "If you get into the top high school, your brother-in-law will give you a big red envelope."

My older sister, Lin Ping, also shared her recent work situation—the deputy district head she works for values ​​her highly, and she might be promoted to deputy section chief next year. My brother-in-law, Sun Lin, also has a stable job at the statistics bureau, and his superiors are very satisfied with him.

Everything was fine, everything was on track. Lin Fan felt at ease watching this scene. His departure wouldn't affect his family's life. That was enough.

After New Year's Day, the work entered its final stage. Lin Fan handed over all his work to Da Liu, and all the team's files, vehicle ledgers, and management systems were organized clearly.

On January 10th, Zhou Wenyuan called from Tuxian County.

"Xiao Lin, it's all settled." Zhou Wenyuan's voice was tired but excited. "I've secured you the position of deputy director of the county party committee office. The formal appointment will be made after the people's congress next year."

"Thank you, Brother Zhou!"

"Don't thank me, you deserve it," Zhou Wenyuan said. "I've had the county party committee office handle the transfer procedures, following the 'transfer due to work needs' process. Director Chen from the finance bureau has agreed to cooperate. It should be completed before the Spring Festival."

"Then I'll wait for your notification."

"Also..." Zhou Wenyuan paused, "Tuxian County is more complicated than you might imagine. The leadership is not very united, the economic foundation is weak, and there are many historical problems... You should be mentally prepared for this when you come."

"I understand, Brother Zhou."

"Also, I've found a place for you. There's a three-bedroom apartment in the county government compound, simply furnished, and habitable. It'll be convenient if Wang Juan comes over."

"Thank you for your trouble, Brother Zhou."

After hanging up the phone, Lin Fan went to the balcony. The steel city shone brightly in the night. This city, where he had struggled for over four years after his rebirth, was about to become his hometown.

He recalled the autumn of 2003, the confused yet determined version of himself; the nervousness he felt when he first met Zhou Wenyuan; the joy of being officially hired; the excitement of passing the civil service exam; and the happiness of marrying Wang Juan…

Four and a half years, neither long nor short. He rose from a temporary worker to a deputy section chief; from having nothing to having wealth and a family; from being alone to having a group of trustworthy people around him.

All of this stems from that chance for rebirth, but even more so from my own choices and efforts.

Now, a new journey is about to begin. Tu County, an unfamiliar place, a new starting point. With Zhou Wenyuan leading the way, his family as his support, and his wealth as his foundation, he has nothing to fear.

Outside the window, snowflakes began to fall again. 2007 was about to pass, and 2008 was just around the corner.

Lin Fan knew that the new year would bring new challenges, new opportunities, and new stories.

And he and Zhou Wenyuan will begin to write a new chapter in that small town called Tu County.

That night, the snow fell quietly in the steel city, as if gently draping a pure white curtain over the end of an era.