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

money?

Who says asking for money is the only way to solve problems!

Lin Yu's voice sounded like it was being squeezed out from between his teeth.

He looked at the two idiots in front of him.

Looking at the thousands of bewildered, helpless, yet hopeful eyes behind them.

The anger in my heart could no longer be suppressed.

Need money?

If I could get money out of that old fox Liang Wenyuan's pocket, would I need to waste my breath talking to you guys here?

I'd already taken the money and gone south to buy pre-IPO shares!

What are you guys still playing at with, this "corporate restructuring child's play"?

Resign! Start a business! Small goal!

This is the fucking right way to live!

"You have products, workers, and a factory manager who was just arrested and can be used as a negative example."

Lin Yu's voice suddenly rose in pitch.

"You have hands, feet, and mouths, what do you want from me!"

Li Datou and Wang Jianguo were stunned by his shouting.

Free of charge?

So... what should we do?

The surrounding workers were also completely bewildered.

Has this Deputy Team Leader Lin lost his mind from anger?

Do you think you can sell things just by talking and shouting without paying money?

Lin Yu was so angry at their cluelessness that he couldn't help but laugh.

He took two steps forward, getting close to Li Datou, almost face to face.

That look was like looking at an uncultured pig.

"Li Datou, I'll ask you one more time, has Yang Weiguo been arrested?"

"Arrested...arrested." Li Datou subconsciously took a half step back.

"Did he embezzle and drain the factory's coffers?"

"Yes...yes."

"Was his brother-in-law in cahoots with him to swindle money from the government using substandard cotton?"

"Yes...yes!"

Lin Yu suddenly slapped his thigh.

"Isn't this just a ready-made script?!"

He shoved Li Datou aside and paced back and forth in the small empty space, becoming more and more excited as he spoke, spittle flying everywhere.

"Listen up, everyone!"

"From this moment on, forget about your damn 'Flying Kite' brand, and forget about your damn 'Red Star' brand!"

"You only have one thing to do now!"

Lin Yu suddenly stopped, his gaze sharp as lightning, sweeping over everyone present.

"Drag Yang Weiguo out and whip his corpse to death!"

Desecrating a corpse?

Everyone, including Zhou Quan who had been silent in the corner, was stunned.

What... what kind of indecent words are these?

"You guys don't have money to play 'GG'? Yang Weiguo is your GG!"

"What?! 'The boss, Yang Weiguo, and his sister-in-law ran away, the factory went bankrupt due to poor management, and we had no choice but to accept bed sheets as payment!'"

"Bed sheets and duvet covers that used to cost fifty or a hundred yuan are now all twenty yuan! All twenty yuan!"

"Yang Weiguo, you bastard! You're not human! We've worked hard for you for most of our lives, and you don't pay us! Give us back our hard-earned money! Give us back our hard-earned money!"

Lin Yu got more and more excited as he talked, and when he got to the point, he even put on a high-pitched voice and imitated the tone of a hawker.

The voice was shrill and filled with grief and indignation; it broke the hearts of those who heard it and brought tears to their eyes.

There was a deathly silence at the factory entrance.

Li Datou's mouth was wide open, big enough to fit an egg.

Wang Jianguo stared wide-eyed, his eyeballs almost popping out.

Thousands of workers stood frozen in place, as if under a spell.

They stared at the young man in the center of the arena, who seemed to have gone mad.

My mind went completely blank.

Is this even possible?

This is just too, too shameless!

To turn the factory director's scandals into catchy rhymes and sell them outside?

What's the difference between this and pointing your finger at someone and cursing them in the street?

They are workers, the glorious working class, how could they do such a thing!

"Lin, Deputy Team Leader Lin!" Li Datou's lips trembled, and it took him a long time to find his voice. "This, this isn't appropriate, it's too..."

"Too embarrassing?"

Lin Yu sneered and interrupted him.

"How much is face worth per pound?"

"Is your pride more important, or the rice your wife and kids are waiting to cook?"

"Is your pride more important, or the livelihoods of thousands of brothers and sisters in the factory?"

"If you think saving face is more important than anything, fine, I'm leaving right now!"

"You'll just sit there, clinging to your piles of unsold bedsheets and steel pipes, clinging to your pathetic self-esteem, and waiting to starve to death!"

His words were like a bucket of ice water poured over my head.

The shame, anger, and hesitation on the workers' faces froze instantly.

Yes.

face?

When you're starving and your child is crying for food, what does saving face matter!

They almost got charged with "theft," so why would they care about saving face?

"But... even if we go and sell them, city people might not necessarily buy them," Wang Jianguo added weakly.

"Who the hell told you to only sell in the city?!" Lin Yu cursed in exasperation. "Train stations, bus stations, movie theaters, farmers' markets! And the countryside! Can't you see the vast rural markets?"

"Drive the factory's Jiefang trucks, load them with goods, put on loudspeakers, and go from village to village!"

"Play that same set of words on repeat!"

"Remember, the key is just four words!"

Lin Yu held up four fingers, his expression resolute.

"Sell for cash!"

......

I was sitting in the black sedan on my way back to the Municipal Party Committee Office.

Lin Yu slumped in the back seat, feeling completely drained.

Tired.

I'm really tired.

He just wanted to resign quietly, why is it so difficult?

How did he somehow become a "living god" to thousands of workers, and some kind of bullshit "marketing master"?

The atmosphere inside the carriage was somewhat somber.

As Zhou Quan drove, he discreetly observed Lin Yu through the rearview mirror.

His eyes were incredibly complex.

for a long time.

He finally couldn't hold back and spoke up.

"How exactly is your brain structured?"

Zhou Quan's voice carried a hint of confusion and amazement that he himself was unaware of.

"Why are you different from others?"

The composure shown in the face of danger at the entrance of the municipal government building.

A bombshell was dropped at the office meeting.

And then there was that outrageous swindle they just pulled at the factory gate.

One pile, one piece.

They all exude a sinister aura, a wild and unconventional approach.

Ironically, it was incredibly effective.

"It's different, it's definitely different."

Lin Yu let out a weak groan.

He turned his head and looked at the street scene rushing past the window, his eyes filled with a 45-degree angle of sadness and resentment.

"Secretary Zhou, let me speak from the bottom of my heart."

"Um?"

"I have absolutely no interest in getting promoted or making money."

"My biggest dream is to quit my job as soon as possible, go into business, chase the spring breeze of reform and opening up, and go to the south to earn my small goal of 100 million yuan."

"Then, find a beautiful place with clear waters and lush mountains, buy a big house, and lie around all day, fishing and sunbathing."

"But now..."

Lin Yu sighed deeply, his voice filled with sorrow.

"Family members, does anyone understand?!"

"Sun Wukong finally popped out of Flower Fruit Mountain, just as he was about to go out and have some fun, he was pressed down under the Five Finger Mountain by the Buddha with one hand."

"They even have the audacity to call it giving you a 'Victorious Fighting Buddha' position."

"You know what that feels like? It's exactly the same!"

comprehensive:"........"

His hand gripping the steering wheel jerked violently.

The car even swayed slightly.

He was dumbfounded.

I was completely dumbfounded.

Having served as an official for over a decade or two, he had seen those who desperately tried to climb the ranks, those who fought tooth and nail for power, and those who lived in constant fear and trepidation.

But damn it........

He had never seen anyone who didn't want to be an official and only wanted to resign!

Even in this situation, he has already been valued by the mayor and has a bright future ahead of him!

Zhou Quan felt that his worldview had been severely impacted.

Stabbing someone in the butt with a knife.

My eyes have been opened wide!

Which normal leader thinks like this?

Which promising young person would do this?

But strangely enough, the scoundrel's mournful tone and indignant eyes didn't seem to be faking it.

He really, really doesn't want to do it anymore.

An opportunity that everyone dreams of is, in his eyes, a mountain weighing down on him.

A young man with extraordinary talent had the greatest dream of becoming a salted fish.

For a moment, Zhou Quan couldn't understand.

But he was greatly shocked.

He looked at the young face in the rearview mirror, a face that seemed to say "I have no will to live," and felt a mix of emotions.

What... what kind of situation is this?

A genius.

Is he actually just a useless coward who's always trying to run away?

The contrast is too great.