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

I'm fucking idiot!

Lin Yu's mind was filled with only these three words.

He looked down at Song Jixiang, who was clinging to his leg, crying with snot and tears all over his face, and banging his forehead on the floor with a "thump, thump, thump".

My whole body went numb.

Fuck!

Not again?!

Are you all fucking crazy?!

Is kneeling and kowtowing a unique welcoming ceremony in Jiangcheng?

and also!

Is this how the labor-management script is written?!

Is this the outcome that labor and management wanted?

Can you please stop making things up and stop creating unnecessary complications?

I really just want to quit my job and start my own business!

Lin Yu's chest heaved violently, and he almost fainted on the spot because he couldn't catch his breath.

Before he could even speak, he caught a glimpse of the office door out of the corner of his eye.

The place had become crowded with people at some point.

One, two, three...

One by one, big heads stretched their necks, peering inside curiously.

Sun Desheng and Xiang Qianjin were prominently listed, along with several others he didn't recognize, who, judging by their attire, appeared to be low-ranking officials in the municipal government.

Without exception, they all wore the same expression.

That kind of "I understand, we understand, we all understand" expression.

Understand!?

You don't know anything!

Lin Yu felt like killing someone!

Unfortunately, Song Jixiang, that old idiot, clung tightly to his leg and cried miserably in the office.

This is fucking awful!

Lin Yu was furious.

A familiar figure squeezed through the pile of big heads.

Wang Youwei!

Behind him followed Yao Tao, who was holding a notebook.

As soon as Wang Youwei entered the room, he saw Song Jixiang clinging to Lin Yu's leg on the ground, and then he saw the group of onlookers at the door who were enjoying the show.

He twitched his lips very quickly, then immediately returned to normal.

Any normal leader, upon seeing this scene, would immediately close the door, shoo away all bystanders, and minimize the impact.

But Lin Yu...

Wang Youwei cleared his throat, and his face immediately adopted a pained expression.

He rushed forward, making a move to pull Song Jixiang.

"Hey! Factory Director Song! What are you doing! What are you doing!"

His voice was urgent and loud, "How could you do such a thing in Mayor Kobayashi's office! This is the city government compound! If word gets out, it will have a terrible impact! Hey, hey, hey... hurry up, get up, get up!"

Song Jixiang refused to get up.

He clung to Lin Yu's leg and cried even harder.

"Director Wang! Please don't worry about me! I'm begging Mayor Lin! If he doesn't give our Jixiang Arsenal a way out, I... I'll kneel here and die!"

His shout aroused the curiosity of the group of people at the door even more.

Wang Youwei was secretly overjoyed, but his face showed increasing "anxiety".

He squatted down and earnestly advised, "Director Song, are you misunderstanding something? When did Mayor Lin say he wouldn't give you a way to survive?"

"I..." Song Jixiang raised his old face, tears streaming down his face, his voice filled with grief and indignation, "I saw the document that Mayor Kobayashi issued earlier!"

"The higher-ups said they're going to restructure all the city's state-owned enterprises! Some will be merged, others will be eliminated!"

"Our Jixiang Arsenal is over 30 million yuan in debt and hasn't paid wages in ten years! We're definitely going to be among the first to be eliminated!"

"Director Wang, that's a factory passed down from my grandfather's generation! I can't just watch it disappear in my hands! I'd be too ashamed to face my ancestors in the afterlife! Waaah..."

He spoke with genuine sincerity.

The whispers at the door grew louder.

"Oh, I see..."

"This old factory director is quite pitiful."

"However, Mayor Kobayashi's reforms will definitely involve growing pains."

Wang Youwei listened to these discussions and then looked at Lin Yu, who was now ashen-faced and had completely given up struggling.

That frustrated and uncomfortable look made Wang Youwei even happier.

Wang Youwei suddenly stood up, turned around, faced the group of people at the door, and shouted loudly:

"Nonsense!"

He pointed at Song Jixiang with one finger, his face full of righteous indignation.

"Who said Mayor Kobayashi was going to eliminate you?! Who said that?!"

"You all have such a superficial and one-sided understanding of Mayor Kobayashi's good intentions!"

"You only see mergers and eliminations, but did you see why Mayor Kobayashi did it this way?!"

"He's performing a radical overhaul! He's cleaning out the rotten parts of our entire state-owned enterprise system in Jiangcheng, so that a healthy body can develop better!"

"As for the Lucky Arsenal!"

Wang Youwei changed the subject, looking at Song Jixiang, and his tone changed as well.

"Director Song, do you think Mayor Lin summoned you here to resign you? You're wrong! Utterly wrong!"

"Of the hundreds of state-owned enterprises in the city, why did Mayor Lin specifically name your Jixiang Arsenal first?"

"Because your situation is the most complex! Your problems are the most serious! Your burden is the heaviest!"

"Mayor Kobayashi, are you keeping the toughest challenges for yourself?"

"He's using your Jixiang Arsenal as a benchmark! A pilot project! To prove to the city, the province, and even the whole country that as long as you don't give up, there's always a way! No matter how bad the situation is, he can bring it back to life!"

The office fell silent instantly, both inside and out.

Immediately afterwards, a series of gasps erupted.

"Hiss—so that's how it is!"

"Wow! That's incredibly high!"

"I knew it! Mayor Kobayashi would never do something like discarding someone after they've served their purpose!"

"Such vision! Such magnanimity! My goodness!"

Song Jixiang, kneeling on the ground, was completely dumbfounded.

He looked up, staring blankly at Wang Youwei, then glanced at the cadres in the distance who were casting admiring glances his way.

The contents of the book "The Correct Way to Use Lin Yu" flashed wildly through my mind.

"The fifth floor! This is definitely the fifth floor!"

Song Jixiang was so excited that he trembled all over, and he gripped Lin Yu's leg even tighter.

Lin Yu: "..."

He felt like he was suffocating.

He looked at Wang Youwei, who was eloquent but distorted the truth.

He looked at the group of imaginative thinkers at the door who suddenly realized what he meant and began to worship him.

He looked at the old man at his feet, who had been tricked and was now clinging to his leg, refusing to let go.

He understood everything.

Nima!

Wang Youwei continues his performance.

He looked at Lin Yu with a gratified expression, as if to say: Mayor, you see, the misunderstanding has been cleared up. Was my assist well done?

Then, he turned around, faced the doorway, and addressed Song Jixiang loudly:

"So, everyone understands now, right? Mayor Kobayashi is the one who truly cares about the people!"

"Everything he did was for the future of our Jiangcheng!"

After speaking, he turned to Lin Yu again, a sincere smile on his face, and bowed slightly.

"Mayor Kobayashi, as you can see, everyone is waiting for your instructions."

"The future of this auspicious arsenal—its life or its demise—depends entirely on your word!"

In the office, in the hallway.

Everyone stared at Lin Yu.

Each face was filled with expectation, trust, and respect.

Lin Yu stood there stiffly, unable to move under the weight of everyone's gaze.