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

The car bumped along the road.

Lin Yu sat in the back seat, his mind filled with complex emotions.

Who the hell could have imagined things would turn out this way!

He just wanted to quietly resign, try his luck in the business world, and earn his small goal of 100 million.

The results of it?

Write your resignation letter as a letter of recommendation for promotion.

What should have been a dangerous situation turned into an awards ceremony.

Now, damn it, they've welded the car doors shut. The goal is clear—to solve the problem, or they'll either get a silver bracelet and go in to sing "Tears Behind Bars."

damn it.

That's outrageous, I've never seen anything so outrageous.

...

The car braked suddenly.

The city's No. 1 Textile Factory.

Arrived.

Before Lin Yu could sort out his chaotic thoughts, he was stunned by the scene before him.

The factory gate was packed with people.

It was densely packed, stretching as far as the eye could see.

Angry, desperate, and helpless workers blocked the entire gate.

Among the crowd, men in uniforms formed a sparse human wall, struggling to maintain order.

Opposite them, several factory leaders dressed in cadre uniforms were giving a stern, but actually cowardly, lecture.

Even more deadly is...

Lin Yu's pupils suddenly contracted.

He saw a guy carrying a camera and a female reporter holding a microphone.

He was speaking fluently and eloquently in the crowd.

reporter!

It’s over.

Barbie Q is here.

The matter has reached the television station.

"Lin...Deputy Team Leader Lin, we've arrived."

Li Datou pushed open the car door, his voice trembling slightly.

Lin Yu took a deep breath.

They come, the security.

He opened the car door and, guided by Li Datou, walked into the crowd.

"Teacher Lin is here!"

"It's Teacher Lin! He's come to save us!"

"Deputy Team Leader Lin! You must stand up for us!"

The previously noisy and chaotic crowd instantly found their center of attention.

They spontaneously made way for Lin Yu, and countless hands, some rough and some withered, reached out to him, trying to grasp at this only straw.

The workers' eyes were red.

It contains the anger of betrayal, the fear of the future, and the burning hope that ignites when you see him.

They believed him.

They believed in him without reservation, with the devotion of a believer.

Lin Yu was enveloped by these gazes, and his heart felt as if it were being squeezed tightly by a hand.

There is no doubt that being trusted like this is touching.

But more than anything, it felt heavy.

These honest and simple workers had no idea.

The savior in their eyes is only thinking about how to quit his job and start his own business.

He was surrounded by the crowd and walked to the very center.

The center of the standoff.

A man in his fifties, with his hair neatly combed and wearing gold-rimmed glasses.

He was standing in the group of factory leaders, looking at him with a scrutinizing, somewhat contemptuous gaze.

"You're Lin Yu?"

The man spoke, his tone carrying a condescending question.

Li Datou, gritting his teeth, introduced in a low voice, "This is the factory director, Yang Weiguo!"

Lin Yu hadn't even had a chance to speak.

The workers were in an uproar.

"Yang Weiguo! How dare you speak! You're the one who ordered our brothers to be arrested!"

"We earn our living through our own skills, how does that constitute theft?!"

"You've ruined the factory, and we're struggling to find our own way to survive, and you're still jealous!"

"They're ruining our livelihoods! May they die a horrible death!"

Curses rose and fell in waves.

Yang Weiguo's face instantly turned ashen.

"Rebellion! They've all rebelled!" He pointed at the workers, his fingers trembling slightly with anger. "You're sabotaging production! You're defying the organization!"

Just then, the female reporter, like a shark smelling blood, squeezed to the front.

She pointed the microphone at Lin Yu without any hesitation.

"Excuse me, are you Comrade Lin Yu from the Municipal Party Committee Office?"

Her voice was clear and loud, instantly attracting everyone's attention.

The camera lens was also pointed at Lin Yu's face.

"Some workers say that it was you who encouraged them to set up stalls on the street, which led to the current situation of 'stealing state-owned assets.' What is your response to this?"

"Now that the police have intervened and arrested some workers, do you think you should bear primary responsibility for this?"

The questions were getting more and more pointed.

Every word is piercing to the heart.

The surroundings fell silent instantly.

All eyes—the workers', the factory leaders', the police's—were on Lin Yu.

Waiting for his answer.

A barely perceptible sneer curled at the corner of Yang Weiguo's mouth.

He wanted to make a big fuss about it in front of everyone, in front of the reporters!

This brat who appeared out of nowhere should be permanently nailed to the pillar of shame!

Li Datou and the workers were on tenterhooks.

They watched Lin Yu nervously, afraid that he would succumb to the pressure and say something to distance himself from the situation.

however.

Lin Yu showed no sign of panic.

He even laughed.

He looked at the female reporter and at the dark, gaping camera behind her.

Inner emotions are complex.

But the thought process was clearer than ever before.

Solving this problem would be a tremendous achievement.

Secure your position and become a celebrity.

Then, they give up, slack off, and wait to be kicked out.

perfect.

Script, start!

Thinking about this, he relaxed completely.

"Comrade reporter."

Lin Yu spoke, his voice clearly carried throughout the venue through the microphone.

"First, I need to correct two of your mistakes."

The female reporter was taken aback.

Everyone was stunned for a moment.

"First," Lin Yu said, extending a finger and calmly scanning Yang Weiguo's astonished face, "they weren't stealing; they were trying to save themselves."

"When a factory can't pay wages, when dozens or hundreds of families are waiting for rice to cook, they use their labor to exchange the inventory that is about to become waste in the warehouse for enough money to feed their families."

"If this counts as theft, then I'd like to ask: is it more in the national interest to watch state-owned assets rot in warehouses and become worthless scrap metal, or is it more in line with our original socialist ideals to let them continue to contribute to society and solve the basic needs of our workers in another form?"

His voice wasn't loud, but every word struck everyone's heart like a hammer.

The workers' eyes instantly welled up with tears.

Yang Weiguo's face turned from green to white.

The female reporter opened her mouth, but for a moment she didn't know how to refute it.

Lin Yu didn't give her a chance.

He extended his second finger, his gaze shifting to the serious-looking police officers.

"Secondly, your word choice is inaccurate."

"They were not arrested."

Lin Yu paused for a moment, then said, word by word.

"They went there to cooperate with the investigation."

"As the newly appointed executive deputy leader of the temporary leading group for 'revitalizing state-owned assets and promoting market economic development' by the city."

"You have the right, the responsibility, and the reason to talk about the problems of your city's No. 1 Textile Factory and you, Director Yang Weiguo."