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

Fuck!

Lin Yu's body trembled.

He looked at Song Jixiang with murderous intent!

A great savior?

No, I'm not! Don't talk nonsense! I thank you and your ancestors for eighteen generations ┗|｀O′|┛ Aww~~!

Making ice cream in a centrifuge! This is outrageous! This is utterly inhuman!

You fucking came to save me?!

Are you out of your mind?!

What a great opportunity! A godsend! Let's seize this chance while Zhou Zhenxiong and his gang of old bastards are all here and deliver a fatal blow!

However, what he had imagined did not happen.

next second.

Song Jixiang had already rushed in front of him.

"Thump!"

A muffled thud.

The factory director of Jixiang Arsenal knelt down in front of a group of retired municipal government officials and the current mayor, under the watchful eyes of everyone.

In the office, all the roaring and questioning vanished instantly.

Zhou Zhenxiong's eyes widened, his face, flushed with anger, now filled with disbelief.

The group of old men behind him all had their mouths open, but they couldn't utter a sound.

this......

What the hell is going on?!

The embarrassment and anxiety on Liang Wenyuan's face vanished, and he became less anxious.

Wang Youwei, Sun Desheng, Xiang Qianjin, and their gang of scoundrels wore expressions that said, "I knew it," and were already preparing for a new round of speculation in their minds.

"Director Song! What are you doing! Get up!" Zhou Zhenxiong was the first to react.

Song Jixiang ignored him.

He looked up, his weathered face filled with excitement and admiration, his eyes red-rimmed.

"Old Zhou! Fellow veteran leaders!"

"You cannot punish Mayor Kobayashi! You have wronged him!"

"He's not a spendthrift! He's the savior of Jiangcheng, of all our hundreds of messy state-owned enterprises!"

Song Jixiang's voice was hoarse, yet unusually firm.

He began to speak.

"I went back and told everyone in the factory about Mayor Kobayashi's decision."

"At first, nobody believed me! They all cursed me! They said I, Song Jixiang, had lost my mind and was fooling around with a young kid!"

"I didn't refute it. I just told them everything Mayor Kobayashi had done since he came to Jiangcheng."

Song Jixiang's voice echoed in the office.

"I'm telling you, Li Datou's No. 1 Garment Factory was on the verge of bankruptcy, but Mayor Lin brought it back to life. Now, people all over Shenzhen are scrambling to buy their clothes!"

"I said, Wang Jianguo's Hongqi Steel Pipe Factory hasn't paid its workers for months. It was Mayor Lin who found a way for them, and now their steel pipes are covering the entire Nanjiang Province!"

"I say, why were those three factory managers who played mahjong during work hours publicly shamed? It's because they were occupying positions without doing their jobs! Mayor Kobayashi is clearing obstacles for those of us who really want to get things done!"

The office was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

The anger on the faces of Zhou Zhenxiong and his group of veteran cadres gradually faded, replaced by shock and confusion.

"We believed it!" Song Jixiang's voice rose eight octaves. "All three hundred of us in the factory worked without eating, drinking, or sleeping for two whole days and nights! We managed to repair and renovate that centrifuge that hadn't been used for decades!"

"We poured in the milk we got on credit from the milk station..."

"And then, we actually made ice cream!"

As Song Jixiang finished speaking, the old worker next to him opened the cardboard box.

A rich aroma of milk and a cool, refreshing scent filled the air.

"When the first ice cream was made, our factory's oldest master craftsman, who was over eighty years old, took a bite and burst into tears on the spot!"

He said he had never tasted anything so sweet and smooth in his entire life!

"And then?" a veteran cadre couldn't help but ask.

"Then we took them to the small town at the foot of the mountain to sell!" Song Jixiang's face lit up with a rosy glow. "One yuan a stick! We gave them a name: 'Two Bombs, One Satellite' brand!"

puff!

Lin Yu's heart skipped a beat.

You fucking dare to yell like that!

"At first, nobody bought it; everyone laughed at us. But once just one person tried it, they couldn't stop!"

"On the first day, we sold over five thousand!"

"The next day, the news spread, and people from surrounding counties drove their tractors to our factory gate to line up! We sold over 30,000 units that day!"

"On the third day! That is, yesterday! People even came from the provincial capital, saying they wanted to be our agents! They wanted to do distribution! We made... we made..."

Song Jixiang was so excited that he couldn't speak. He took out stacks of banknotes that were neatly bundled with rubber bands from the cardboard box next to him!

"Bang!"

With a loud crash, all the money was dumped onto Liang Wenyuan's desk.

Red, green, unity... piled up all over the desktop.

"This is our profit for three days!"

"One million three hundred and seventy thousand!"

"cash!"

boom!

Everyone in the office was stunned.

One million three hundred and seventy thousand!

Three days?!

Zhou Zhenxiong's hands were trembling. He stared intently at the pile of money, his lips quivering, unable to utter a single word.

Liang Wenyuan's eyes widened, and he subconsciously reached out to touch the pile of money to see if it was real.

Lin Yu could no longer hold on and slumped into the chair.

It’s over.

This time, it's really fucking over.

1.37 million...

I racked my brains trying to create a hole worth tens of millions, and you fucking made back more than a million for me in just three days?

My spending speed can't even keep up with your money-making speed!

Why don't you all just die! Why the hell can't the factory just go bankrupt and close down quietly?!

Looking at the group of veteran cadres who were completely dumbfounded, Song Jixiang took a deep breath and knelt down again with a "plop".

This time, he knelt before Zhou Zhenxiong.

His eyes were red, and he spoke slowly and deliberately.

"Mr. Zhou, I know that using national treasures to make ice cream sounds outrageous and shameful!"

"But our Jixiang Arsenal hasn't paid its workers a single penny of wages for ten years! A full ten years!"

"The retired workers in the factory don't even have the money for medical treatment and medicine! They can only wait to die!"

"I'd rather die standing than live on my knees!"

"What Mayor Kobayashi gave me wasn't ice cream! It was a way to survive!"

These words left everyone present speechless.

Zhou Zhenxiong's straight back slowly bent down.

He looked at Song Jixiang kneeling on the ground, then at the glaring pile of banknotes, and finally at the young man who hadn't said a word from beginning to end.

The office was completely silent.

for a long time.

Liang Wenyuan cleared his throat.

He walked up to Lin Yu, a hint of pride in his eyes, and patted him on the shoulder.

"Kobayashi."

His voice was loud and clear, filled with satisfaction.

"Did you see that?"

"This is the wisdom of the people! This is the immense power of reform!"

"You're not making ice cream, you're creating a miracle!"

Lin Yu: "..."

I'll create your mother!

He slowly raised his head, looking at Liang Wenyuan's wrinkled smiling face, at Song Jixiang's face full of admiration, and at the complex and awe-inspiring faces of Zhou Zhenxiong and his group.

His Pengcheng.

He owns more than a dozen properties.

A mature woman on his left, a little girl on his right...

It is moving away from him.

Lin Yu stiffly reached out and picked up a stack of "Big Unity" bills from the pile of money.

The brand-new feel, the fragrance of the ink, the heavy weight.

It's profit.

It was the last thing he wanted to see.

puff.

Lin Yu felt a sweet taste in his throat.

He stared blankly at the money in his hand.

I... damn it, I'm totally out of it!