Officialdom: Reborn in the 90s, all I want to do is quit my job and make money.

Yes, yes, yes. You're absolutely right.

He just wants to fly!

Resign from your job and start your own business, chasing the spring breeze of reform and opening up, making your business bigger and stronger, and earning a small fortune!

But... how did things turn out like this?!

Lin Yu felt a bit tired and helpless.

He just wanted to be fired quietly, so why are there always so many drama queens adding drama to their lives?

These subtle changes in expression were noticed by others in the office.

In Lao Liu's eyes, it turned into guilt and fear.

The gloom that had risen in Lao Liu's heart because of Lin Yu's safe return vanished instantly.

Instead, there was gloating.

Serves you right for trying to show off, Serves you right for overstepping your bounds!

Now look what happened! You got caught red-handed by the director. Let's see how you get yourself killed!

Old Liu's eyes darted around, and a wicked idea popped into his head.

He quickly cleared his throat, adopting the demeanor of an office peacemaker and confidant.

"Hey, Director, Director, please calm down."

He walked up to Director Wang and spoke in a seemingly persuasive tone, but every word he uttered was a veiled attack on Director Wang's sensitive topics.

"Lin Yu is young after all, lacks social experience, and is eager to succeed. He wants to show off in front of his superiors, which is only natural."

Upon hearing this, Director Wang's face darkened even further.

Is it too eager for quick success?

In front of which leader should I make a good impression?

In front of the mayor?

That means they don't respect me, their direct supervisor!

Old Liu, seemingly oblivious, continued to "kindly" fan the flames: "Besides, Director, have you forgotten? When those factory workers caused trouble before, wasn't it Xiao Lin who resolved it? I think that kid has some talent; maybe Mayor Liang will take notice and entrust him with an important task this time!"

Look, see.

What is the art of language?

What is a workplace tea ceremony master?

Old Liu was practically bursting with self-admiration.

These words, ostensibly praising Lin Yu, subtly set off a series of bombshells.

Bringing up the old story is a reminder to Director Wang: This isn't the first time this kid has stolen your thunder; he has a history of it!

Emphasizing that he was "valued by the mayor" is an implication to Director Wang: Now that he has connections with higher-ups and his wings have hardened, your small temple will soon be unable to hold onto this big shot, and he will climb over you to move up!

Sure enough, Director Wang was so angry after hearing this that he was practically bursting with rage.

He had lost all reason; his face was as black as the bottom of a pot.

Looking at Lin Yu, she wished she could bite two pieces of flesh off him.

"Hmph, entrust him with important tasks? He has plenty of ideas, but none of them are used for the right purpose!" He snorted heavily, his spittle almost spraying onto Lin Yu's face.

"So young, yet so fickle and opportunistic! He's just fooling around!"

This assertion is undeniably weighty.

Especially in government agencies, an assessment of someone as "unstable and opportunistic" is essentially a death sentence for their political life.

That's enough to ruin a young person's entire future.

Upon hearing this, no one else in the office dared to approach.

The few people who had just been surrounding Lin Yu, trying to get some information and absorb some of his "immortal aura," scattered like birds and beasts in an instant.

One person was engrossed in reading today's newspaper, another picked up a feather duster and started brushing off non-existent dust, and yet another simply picked up a teacup and hurried toward the water dispenser, as if he needed to urinate.

Everyone wanted to stay at least three meters away from him, for fear of getting tainted by his bad luck.

Standing at the center of the storm, facing Director Wang's anger and Lao Liu's provocation, Lin Yu calmed down.

Is the future uncertain?

Great! That's wonderful! It's like a godsend!

The more bleak my future looks, the more opportunities I have for making money.

Lin Yu was single-mindedly focused on riding the wave of reform and opening up and earning a small fortune.

As for the future prospects of this secure job... well, it's not important, really not important.

Just as the atmosphere in the office dropped to freezing point, and Lao Liu's mouth was about to stretch to the back of his ears in a wide grin.

"Ring ring ring—ring ring ring—"

The black telephone on Director Wang's desk suddenly rang.

The sound was sharp and piercing, like background music added to the oppressive atmosphere.

Without even turning his head, Director Wang, in a fit of rage, impatiently yelled at the other end of the line, "Can't you see I'm talking business?! What kind of inconsiderate phone call is this?!"

In the corner, a newly hired, quick-witted junior staff member, with a strong survival instinct, quickly ran over to answer the phone.

He covered the microphone and whispered a few words of "feeding".

Then his face suddenly changed, turning from a normal skin tone to a paper-white color.

He grabbed the phone and scrambled over, his voice trembling with nervousness.

"Director...it's...it's the mayor's office...it's Secretary Zhou's phone!"

The name "Secretary Zhou" was like a bucket of ice water poured on Director Wang's anger.

He shuddered, his angry expression instantly freezing, then visibly transforming into humility and respect, the transition so smooth it seemed rehearsed a thousand times.

He glared at Lin Yu fiercely, his eyes seeming to say, "You just wait, I'll deal with you after I finish this call."

Then he rushed to his desk in two strides.

I carefully took the phone, and my back, which had been straight just moments before, unconsciously slumped down.

"Hello, Secretary Zhou! Hello, hello!"

Director Wang's voice was so obsequious it was as if he were a completely different person, sickeningly sweet.

"Yes, yes, this is Wang Youwei. Oh, Secretary Zhou, what are your instructions for calling personally?"

He subconsciously assumed that Zhou Quan had found out about Lin Yu's overstepping of authority, and that Zhou Quan was calling to reprimand him.

Yes, that must be it!

"Is it...is it about our Corey Lin Yu?" He spoke first, trying to take the initiative and get his stance straight.

"Don't worry! I'm criticizing him right now! This kid is young and immature, and has no manners. I'll give him a severe scolding right away and make him write a thorough self-criticism! I guarantee he'll realize his mistake!"

On the other end of the phone, Zhou Quan seemed to say something.

The expression on Director Wang's face froze instantly.

"what?"

His eyes widened slowly, and his mouth opened slightly, big enough to fit an egg.

"Yes...yes...yes, I understand, I understand."

He bent even lower, nodding his head like a chick pecking at rice.

His facial expression shifted from fawning to astonishment, and then to disbelief.

Finally, it became a blank screen, as if the CPU had been burned out.

"Okay, okay, I'll let him know right away! I'll be there on time! I promise! Don't worry!"

Director Wang hung up the phone.

The office was deathly silent.

Everyone held their breath and watched him.

I wanted to glean some clue from his face, which was like a palette of colors.

Director Wang held the phone receiver, stunned for a good ten seconds.

It was as if his soul had been ripped out, and he was frozen in place.

Then, stiffly, inch by inch, he turned his head to look at Lin Yu.

That look in his eyes was incredibly complex.

There was no anger, no scolding.

Instead, a look of fear, bewilderment, and a hint of... awe filled the eyes.

It was as if he wasn't looking at a subordinate, but at something he absolutely couldn't afford to offend...