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

My question?

What the hell could be wrong with that!

Yang Weiguo almost laughed out of anger.

His lips twitched involuntarily, revealing an undisguised mockery.

A callow youth.

A young man, through sheer luck, managed to get a chance to get close to the mayor by using his silver tongue in the municipal party committee office.

Now, they actually dare to show off in front of Yang Weiguo?

This person doesn't even know how to write the character for "death"!

He subconsciously glanced at his trusted confidants behind him, then swept his gaze over the police officers maintaining order around him.

Suddenly, I felt confident.

No! He wasn't panicked at all!

Yang Weiguo crossed his arms, raised his chin slightly, and stared intently at Lin Yu as if he were looking at an ant.

He would like to see.

This bastard, what kind of nonsense can he spout today!

……

Lin Yu stood in the center of the crowd, taking in all the changes in Yang Weiguo's expression.

Yes.

He was new to the municipal party committee office and had little experience.

He was a young man with no background or connections.

But damn it, he's a reincarnated person who came back from the 21st century!

What nonsense about workplace infighting and the 996 work schedule? What thrilling yet simple business battles? What grand scenes haven't we seen?

Even if you've never eaten pork, you've still seen pigs run.

The business battle cases he saw on short videos in his past life were enough to make a hundred episodes of "The Greed of Man".

Do you think I'd try to outsmart a country bumpkin factory director from the early 1990s?

Believe it or not, I'll have Li Datou water that money tree in front of your house tonight.

Believe it or not, I'll have someone steal the official seal from your office tomorrow.

To be honest, I've eaten more melons than you've eaten rice!

"Okay, then tell me."

Lin Yu's voice remained calm.

He looked around, his gaze sweeping across the faces of the angry, desperate, yet hopeful workers.

Finally, it all comes down to Yang Weiguo.

"The No. 1 Textile Factory of the city, a meritorious enterprise under the city government."

"The factory was built in the 1960s, production was expanded in the 1970s, and the 1980s were your most glorious period."

"Back then, you were the undisputed tax leader in Jiangcheng City, the city's pride and trump card."

His voice was neither hurried nor slow.

The workers' eyes began to change.

Anger and anxiety were gradually replaced by a complex emotion, a mixture of pride and bitterness.

Yes, they had those good days too.

Back then, being able to work in a textile factory was considered incredibly lucky.

The mocking smile on Yang Weiguo's lips deepened.

He knew it.

What could a mere kid like him know? He'd just take out some old, stale information from the files and recite it to show that he'd "done his homework."

ridiculous.

Lin Yu continued speaking.

"The 'Flying Kite' brand bed sheets you produce are of excellent quality. They not only sell well throughout the province, but can even be displayed on the counters of department stores in major coastal cities undergoing reform and opening up."

"Back then, the monthly salary and bonuses of the factory workers were higher than those of an ordinary cadre outside."

"During holidays, the factory would distribute welfare items like pork, ribbonfish, and peanut oil, piled up like small mountains."

"I won't go into the specific data, as it would waste everyone's time."

Lin Yu suddenly stopped.

The conversation abruptly ended.

All the groundwork laid beforehand, all the glory and splendor, came to a halt at this moment.

The nascent feeling that had just begun to rise in the air instantly froze.

Yang Weiguo's smile froze for a moment.

An extremely bad premonition spread from the bottom of his heart.

"Let me tell you about yourself."

Lin Yu's gaze was fixed on him.

"Yang Weiguo, Factory Director Yang."

"I'm genuinely curious."

"How did you manage to turn such a successful company into an insolvent entity with huge losses in just a few years through fraud?"

"And how are you planning to team up with your brother-in-law in Hong Kong to 'acquire' the entire factory, including the land and equipment, under the guise of 'foreign investment' at an outrageously low price?"

"And then, logically and naturally, complete this grand drama of embezzling state-owned assets that you directed and acted in yourself?"

boom--!!!

It's fake!

Loss!

Unite with outsiders!

Acquisition!

Embezzlement of state-owned assets!

There was a deathly silence at the factory entrance.

You could hear a pin drop.

Everyone's breath caught in their throats at that moment.

The workers' blank and angry expressions were instantly replaced by immense shock.

Their eyes widened, their mouths agape, unable to believe their ears.

That factory director who always bossed them around, treated them like a burden, and called them lazybones, was actually... was actually doing this kind of thing—hollowing out the country and enriching himself at the expense of the public?!

The reporter carrying the camera widened his eyes instantly, his eyes bulging like saucers.

She almost dropped the microphone in her hand.

Big news!

This is huge news!

Almost instinctively, she directed the cameraman to keep the lens fixed on Yang Weiguo's face!

"You...you...you're talking nonsense!"

Yang Weiguo's body began to tremble violently.

In just a few seconds, that face went from astonishment to deathly pale, and then to ashen.

His arms, which had been wrapped around his chest, had somehow come down, and his hands were clenched into fists.

"You're spouting nonsense! This is slander! This is baseless defamation!"

He roared at the top of his lungs, trying to drown out the turmoil in his heart with his loud voice.

How did he know?

How could he possibly know so much?!

Even his brother-in-law from Hong Kong knows?!

Lin Yu secretly chuckled as he watched Lin Yu's blustering yet cowardly demeanor.

That's it?

Such poor mental fortitude?

This is nothing.

The real show has only just begun.

He didn't even pay attention to Yang Weiguo's roar, but instead turned his head slightly to the side.

Li Datou understood.

He and the foremen behind him immediately took out the thick ledgers and documents they had just received, the papers of which were already yellowed.

They glared at Yang Weiguo with eyes that seemed to want to devour him alive.

No doubt.

If Lin Yu hadn't been standing there, and if there hadn't been police officers nearby...

They could pounce on him right now and beat Yang Weiguo until he cried like a 300-pound fat man.

Lin Yu took the top ledger from Li Datou.

It was a handwritten purchasing record.

He held it in his hand and gently weighed it in his hand.

then.

He gave a warm and bright smile to the panicked Yang Weiguo and the dark camera lens.

"Director Yang, don't be so quick to deny it."

"Whether it's defamation or not, we'll let the facts speak for themselves and let the evidence do the talking."

He casually flipped open the ledger, his gaze landing on one of the pages.

"Let's start with this list."

"Last May, the factory purchased a batch of cotton yarn worth 500,000 yuan from a new textile raw material company in Guangdong Province."

"The book says it's premium combed cotton."

Lin Yu paused, raised his head, and scanned the crowd with his eyes.

"However, as far as I know..."

His voice, transmitted clearly through the microphone, reached the ears of every worker.

"That batch of goods didn't even meet the standard for grade 3 carded cotton; it was just a pile of rotten cotton."

"And the legal representative of that so-called 'emerging textile raw materials company' seems to be named... Zheng Xiaojiu?"

Lin Yu looked at Yang Weiguo, his smile becoming increasingly amused.

"Director Yang, if I remember correctly..."

"Your wife's younger brother, your brother-in-law, I think he also has this name?"

The moment the words fell.

Yang Weiguo's legs went weak, and he staggered back two large steps.

The color drained from his face instantly.

How could this be!

How could this be!

How the hell would he know that?!