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

I, fucking...

Lin Yu stood there stiffly.

The weight on her thigh wasn't just that of one person; it was the weight of all six million people in Jiangcheng.

It's fucking heavy.

I am being dragged step by step into the quagmire of being a "public servant" and will never be able to climb out.

It’s over.

Lin Yu closed his eyes.

Not far away, Wang Youwei's performance continued.

Looking at Lin Yu's selfless and devoted attitude, he felt increasingly smug.

You little rascal.

I can't even handle you anymore?

Then, he turned around again, facing the doorway, Song Jixiang, and the crowd, and announced loudly: "So, everyone understands now, right? Mayor Lin 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!"

brush.

Inside and outside the office.

Everyone stared at Lin Yu.

Lin Yu was stared at by everyone and couldn't move.

He finally opened his eyes, his face expressionless.

He raised his hand and pointed to the doorway.

"roll."

The voice was soft and somewhat hoarse.

As soon as he finished speaking, the heads of those watching the commotion at the door immediately shrank back.

Wang Youwei's smile froze.

Yao Tao's hand holding the pen trembled slightly.

Even Song Jixiang, who was clinging to Lin Yu's leg and wailing, forgot to cry and stared blankly as he raised his head.

"I said, get out of here, all the irrelevant people."

Lin Yu repeated himself, emphasizing each word.

Wang Youwei was the first to realize something.

He quickly turned around, waving his hands repeatedly at the remaining cadres still lingering at the door, and shouted in a low voice, "What are you looking at! Don't you have anything better to do! Disperse, disperse!"

Then, he turned back and asked Lin Yu with concern.

"Mayor Kobayashi, please don't be angry. Everyone is just concerned about you..."

Lin Yu didn't even look at him.

He looked at Song Jixiang, who was still clinging to his leg.

"And you, get up."

Song Jixiang shuddered slightly, but did not loosen his grip.

He fears.

He feared that if he let go, this immense wealth would vanish.

Lin Yu looked at him and suddenly laughed.

His smile was somewhat eerie.

"You don't have to get up."

"You'll kneel right here."

"Kneel until tomorrow, kneel until the next century, and nobody will care."

Anyway, I don't care anymore.

"This position as the head of the state-owned assets platform is open to anyone. I'm telling you right now, I'm going home and writing my resignation."

"I quit!"

Upon hearing this, Wang Youwei turned deathly pale.

Sun Desheng and Xiang Qianjin, who hadn't gone far from the doorway, suddenly felt their legs go weak and almost lost their balance.

Finished!

Again!

Mayor Kobayashi is going to quit again!

Song Jixiang shuddered in fright, abruptly releasing his grip on Lin Yu's leg. He scrambled to his feet, unsure of what to do with his hands.

"Mayor! Mayor, I was wrong! I'll get up right away! Please... please don't quit!"

The office fell silent immediately.

Lin Yu sat back in his boss's chair, rubbed his thighs which had gone numb from being hugged, and said nothing.

He knew that he couldn't be too lenient with these scoundrels.

We have to take a hard line.

Damn it, they're forcing me to flip the table.

Seeing that the atmosphere was not right, Wang Youwei quickly gave Sun Desheng and Xiang Qianjin a wink.

The two men understood each other, and one on each side, they supported the still trembling Song Jixiang and pressed him down onto the sofa.

"Mayor, please calm down, please calm down..."

Lin Yu ignored them.

It took him a while to calm down and the anger that had been building up in his chest subsided a little.

He looked up at the uneasy Song Jixiang.

"Speak."

"What's going on with Jixiang Arsenal?"

......

Song Jixiang dared not make any further unnecessary movements.

He sat up straight and began his report.

"Reporting to Mayor Kobayashi, our Jixiang Arsenal was established in 1958 and was one of the 156 key projects that our elder brother aided our country in those years..."

He spoke in great detail, from the history of the factory's establishment to the equipment it produced, and its later glory.

Lin Yu listened expressionlessly.

He doesn't care about these things.

All he cared about was how bad the factory was and how much money it was going to lose.

"...After the 1990s, with changes in the international situation, military orders decreased sharply, and the factory began to decline."

Song Jixiang's voice lowered, filled with bitterness.

"Our equipment is outdated, our technology is backward, and we can't sell what we produce. We tried converting military equipment to civilian use... but it all failed."

"To this day, the factory has been shut down for almost five years. It has a debt of 37 million, and owes workers over 10 million in wages, pensions, and medical expenses..."

"The factory has 362 employees currently on duty and 713 retired workers..."

The more Lin Yu listened, the faster his fingers tapped on the table.

perfect!

That's fucking perfect!

Thirty-seven million in debt!

There are still more than ten million yuan in unpaid wages!

They support over a thousand people!

Isn't this a money pit tailor-made for me?!

As long as I wave my pen, I can approve 70 or 80 million, or even 100 million, in funding for technological upgrades...

Find another excuse, say you want to import advanced foreign production lines, and transfer the money overseas...

And then, that was it!

The money is gone, the project has failed, and tens of millions of yuan of state-owned assets have gone down the drain!

Is this charge serious enough?

Is this hole deep enough?

You, Zhao Dagong, you, Liang Wenyuan, can you even imagine a story of destruction followed by reconstruction?

I bother!

If you don't send me to jail when the time comes, you'll have let down the country and the people!

Lin Yu was overjoyed, but his face grew increasingly serious.

Looking at Song Jixiang's face, which was filled with despair, he felt a surge of joy.

Good comrade!

You are my second parents!

Song Jixiang felt uneasy under his gaze.

Unbeknownst to him, the young mayor was using him and his factory as stepping stones for his escape.

He was still diligently giving reports, recounting the factory's past glory and honor.

"Mayor, don't let our current state fool you. Back in the day, our factory was a shining star!"

Song Jixiang straightened his back unconsciously.

"Our plant is the earliest nuclear fuel production and reprocessing base in our country!"

"Our factory played a part in the development of China's nuclear weapons and satellite program!"

Lin Yu was indulging in his wonderful fantasy of running away after his business collapsed.

Upon hearing that, my mind went blank.

What is that?

Nuclear fuel production base?

He raised his head and looked at Song Jixiang.

A thought suddenly popped into his mind.

He remembered.

In his past life, he had read an anecdote online.

Lin Yu's breathing stopped for a second.

He looked at Song Jixiang, at this honest man who came from the deep mountains and forests and had worked diligently all his life.

Row.

Go and go.

Can't you guys just use your imagination?

Well then, today I'll give you a performance.

He leaned forward slightly, interrupting Song Jixiang, who was still reminiscing about the past.

"Uncle Jixiang."

His voice was calm.

"Does your factory have centrifuges?"

Song Jixiang was taken aback, then nodded subconsciously.

"Yes, I got it from my older brother back then. It's been decades and it's unusable for a long time..."

Lin Yu ignored the second half of his sentence.

He stared intently at Song Jixiang and asked, word by word.

"Technically, can the requirements be met?"

"for example......"

"Making milk ice cream?"