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

The booklet, wrapped in a kraft paper bag, had the title "The Correct Way to Use Lin Yu" written on its cover.

Song Jixiang studied it for an entire night.

He sat at his own peeling octagonal table, under the dim light of a single incandescent bulb, meticulously studying each word.

He was completely obsessed.

It wasn't until the early hours of the next day that the sky outside the window began to lighten.

The wife brought in a steaming bowl of dumpling soup.

He finally snapped out of his daze after reading that "heavenly book".

"Honey, you... haven't slept all night?"

Song Jixiang remained silent.

They simply wrapped the booklet in layers of red cloth.

Then it was put into the locked camphor wood chest at the very back of the house.

That action was comparable to offering sacrifices to ancestral tablets.

He had forgotten how he finished that bowl of dumpling soup.

I've also forgotten how I put on that faded old Zhongshan suit.

How did I end up in that beat-up jeep from the factory, the one that made noise everywhere except for the horn, and we rode for hours on bumpy mountain roads?

When he stood in front of the city government building and looked up at the brand-new sign for the Jiangcheng City State-owned Assets Platform Preparatory Group, he was struck by the sight of the building.

His mind was still filled with the contents of that "treasure book".

—"Core principle number one: Mayor Kobayashi's decisions, no matter how outrageous they may seem, must be executed unconditionally. Because what you see is only the first level, while the mayor is at least on the fifth level."

—"Case Study 3: Regarding the demolition of the Hanjiang Industrial Park, the mayor spent a fortune, which seemed wasteful, but in fact, he used swift and decisive measures and capital to break the deadlock. This is true wisdom."

—"Appendix to the 'Imagination Section': When you don't understand the mayor's intentions, don't doubt it; it's just that your own understanding is insufficient. Please use a 360-degree, comprehensive, and three-dimensional approach to fill in the gaps from three perspectives: 'for the country and the people,' 'foresight,' and 'destruction before construction.'"

Song Jixiang took a deep breath.

The heart that had been pounding wildly in my chest from nervousness gradually calmed down.

He pushed open the slightly ajar door.

......

Lin Yu was sitting in his boss's chair.

He had no idea what kind of commotion his summons would cause in the deep mountains and forests.

Little did they know that Liang Wenyuan had asked that scoundrel Li Datou to pass on a message to Song Jixiang, along with a damn instruction manual, which was delivered to the man.

If I knew.

He could never be so calm and composed right now.

He's completely broken down!

He is engaged in a serious and profound philosophical reflection concerning his happiness in the second half of his life.

—Should we still write the remaining 799 complaint letters?

—If I were to write, how could I break through the ceiling of these old Deng and his scoundrels' imagination?

Should he just admit that he wants to betray his country and defect to the enemy?

No.

If they imagine they're trying to infiltrate the enemy and become a modern-day Yu Zecheng (a character from a popular Chinese novel known for his cunning and ruthlessness), then we're truly doomed.

He claims he has questionable lifestyle habits and likes PCs?

It doesn’t seem to work either.

What if they interpret this as an attempt to go deep into the grassroots, understand the plight of women who have gone astray, and prepare to find ways for them to re-enter the workforce...?

Fuck!

Lin Yu scratched his hair in frustration.

This leadership team is so difficult to manage!

Just then, he looked up and saw the person standing at the door.

An old man in his fifties, dressed in an outdated Zhongshan suit, was thin and gaunt, with a dark face and deep wrinkles that spoke of hardship.

His eyes, however, were surprisingly bright.

He was staring at himself, lost in thought, without blinking.

Lin Yu's heart skipped a beat.

Jixiang Arsenal, Song Jixiang?

He had seen the information; this was the person in front of him.

Lin Yu's heart instantly stirred.

coming!

The Money-Bringing Boy is here!

The stepping stone that led Lao Tzu to financial freedom has arrived!

Lin Yu sized up Song Jixiang, already making plans in his mind.

Look at this old man, his face full of sorrow and simplicity. He looks like the kind of honest man who has spent his whole life in the mountains and has never seen the world.

This kind of person is the easiest to fool!

Later, all I need to do is paint a rosy picture, promise some unrealistic benefits, and then approve an astronomical sum of money for him to do some kind of technological upgrade...

An epic unfinished project, a financial black hole of tens of millions, and that's it, isn't it?

hehehehe...

Lin Yu was making his own calculations, but his face remained expressionless.

He cleared his throat, preparing to speak in his most deceptive leadership style.

however.

He hadn't even had a chance to speak.

Song Jixiang, standing at the door, moved.

He took one step, then another, and another.

With an unusual gait, she walked to Lin Yu's desk.

Lin Yu was wondering what he was going to do.

next second.

A traditional art form with distinctive Nanjiang characteristics, and an intangible cultural heritage.

Once again, it happened in this small office.

"Thump!"

A muffled thud.

Song Jixiang's knees buckled, and he slid down in a standard kneeling position, kneeling directly in front of Lin Yu!

The movement was swift and decisive!

That expression was tragic and resolute!

Lin Yu: "..."

Lin Yu's expression froze.

The pen he was about to pick up to write the complaint letter fell to the table with a "clatter".

I......

Hold......

Here we go again...?!

Is there something wrong with you guys?

Is kneeling down upon meeting someone a unique welcoming ceremony here?!

Before Lin Yu could even react to this immense shock...

Song Jixiang had already raised his head.

Tears streamed down his weathered, aged face.

He stretched out his withered hands, but instead of grabbing the chair leg, he lunged forward!

She grabbed Lin Yu's leg and hugged him tightly!

"Mayor Kobayashi—!"

A heart-wrenching wail erupted in the office.

"Help!"

Please!

"Please, please save our Jixiang Armory!"

"Please save the more than 300 workers in our factory who are waiting for their meals, and please save the hundreds of elderly comrades who haven't received a penny of pension in ten years!"

"We...we kowtowed to you!"

After saying that, he hugged Lin Yu's leg and started kowtowing loudly.

Lin Yu was completely petrified.

He looked down at Song Jixiang, who was clinging to his leg, crying with snot and tears streaming down his face, and banging his head against the floor repeatedly.

My mind went completely blank.

then.

Countless thoughts raced through his mind.

Why?

Why the hell is this happening?!

That's not how the script was written!

Shouldn't he be wary and hostile towards me, then argue with me and fight to the death to defend his crappy factory?!

I haven't even started making promises yet!

I haven't even started conning you yet!

Why did you kneel down?!

And she's crying so hard!

Lin Yu felt a sudden dizziness, and his vision went black.

He managed to stay upright by holding onto the table.

A thought popped into his mind:

Is it you guys?

Did you bunch of scoundrels and Old Deng do something shady behind my back again?!

Lin Yu's chest heaved violently.

He opened his mouth, as if to say something, but couldn't utter a single word.

Finally, anger, resentment, and despair all converged into one sentence.

I, fucking...