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

The car is still the same car.

The young man who used to talk nonsense and was full of resentment was no longer in the back seat.

But Lin Yu's face looked like he had "no will to live".

And his resounding statement, "Family members, who understands?"

But it was like a demonic sound, playing on a loop in his mind.

Sun Wukong?

Wuzhishan?

The Victorious Fighting Buddha?

damn it.

Zhou Quan tightened his grip on the steering wheel.

Having followed Liang Wenyuan for so many years, he had witnessed too many human relationships and social interactions.

But he had never seen anything like it before.

Zhou Quan stepped on the gas, and the black sedan merged into the traffic, speeding towards the city hall building.

He couldn't understand.

But he was greatly shocked.

......

Mayor's Office.

Liang Wenyuan was sitting behind that large desk, holding a document in his hand, reading it intently.

The office was quiet, with only the soft ticking of the wall clock.

"Boss."

Zhou Quan pushed the door open and came in, his voice very low.

Liang Wenyuan looked up, put down the documents in his hand, and pointed to the chair opposite him.

"sit."

Zhou Quan did not sit down.

He was just standing in front of his desk.

He gave a detailed account of everything that happened at the textile factory gate that day.

Lin Yu, holding the account book, engaged in a verbal battle with Yang Weiguo.

Then there's his outrageous, thuggish marketing scheme: "The boss and his sister-in-law ran away."

Finally, he even copied Lin Yu's complaints about "Sun Wukong" and "Five Finger Mountain" in the car word for word.

That concludes the report.

A long silence fell over the office.

Zhou Quan lowered his head, feeling a little uneasy.

He couldn't figure out what his boss's attitude was right now.

Lin Yu's "marketing plan" in particular was a challenge to the bottom line of the system and an incitement to riot.

If not handled properly, it could lead to major chaos.

"Oh."

After a long while, Liang Wenyuan suddenly chuckled softly.

He leaned back in his chair, his fingers tapping lightly on the table, making a rhythmic tapping sound.

"You bastard."

"He's a complete jerk."

Zhou Quan suddenly looked up, surprised, at his boss.

He could tell that there was no blame in those two words; on the contrary, they carried an undisguised admiration.

"Does he want to be Sun Wukong, to escape this Five Finger Mountain?"

A meaningful smile curved at the corners of Liang Wenyuan's mouth.

"OK."

"Then I'll just be the Buddha and weld this Five Finger Mountain shut for him."

Lin Yu's little schemes were no match for Liang Wenyuan, that old fox.

What? "The mayor said, if you do a good job on this, you can get a reward."

"Any kind of reward is acceptable?"

This is not about asking for a reward.

This is clearly an act of yielding, a test, and a prelude to his next step: "resigning and going into business."

As long as we solve these two hot potatoes, the textile factory and the steel pipe factory.

He made a tremendous contribution.

If Lin Yu submits his resignation again, it would be difficult for the mayor to force him to stay, both morally and logically.

The abacus clicked and clattered.

pity.

He miscalculated one thing.

He thought that if he wanted to leave, Liang Wenyuan would really let him go.

Looking at his boss's composed and strategic demeanor, Zhou Quan felt a surge of turmoil in his heart.

He didn't expect it.

The boss actually valued this young man named Lin Yu to this extent.

You should know that the municipal government is the center of power in Jiangcheng.

Countless people rack their brains and spend their entire lives just to be able to show their faces in front of the boss in this building.

But what about Lin Yu?

He avoided it like the plague.

He regarded the favor that everyone dreamed of as a heavy burden weighing on him.

The news that the mayor stood up for Lin Yu in the conference room this morning, enduring so much pressure, has already spread like wildfire throughout every corner of the municipal government.

All the civil servants were talking about it privately, saying that a daring "Monkey King" had appeared in the municipal party committee office, and that he had poked a hole in the sky.

But now it seems...

The boss didn't think he had caused a problem at all.

This is clearly because they think he hasn't poked big enough!

interesting.

That's fucking interesting.

A strange sense of anticipation arose in Zhou Quan's heart.

He really wanted to see this Monkey King who was so eager to run away.

Between this Buddha who is determined to subdue him, who will ultimately have the last laugh?

"However, boss."

Suppressing his thoughts, Zhou Quan still voiced his concerns.

"His spiel at the factory gate, with his catchy rhymes and encouragement for workers to go to the countryside to sell their goods... could that really work?"

"Won't this kind of reckless behavior lead to some uncontrollable consequences?"

"Should we... have our subordinates keep an eye on things and control the impact?"

Previously, Li Datou and his gang were just small-scale operations, setting up a few stalls in the city.

According to Lin Yu's plan, he would drive a Jiefang truck, with a loudspeaker blaring, and tour the entire city and even the surrounding towns.

If this is messed up, it will be a disgrace to the entire municipal government.

"Need not."

Liang Wenyuan waved his hand, his tone full of trust.

"That bastard is smarter than anyone else."

"The fact that he dared to do this shows that he knows what he's doing. He knows where the bottom line is, and he knows how to maximize the benefits of the deal."

"He may look shrewd, but deep down he's smarter than a monkey."

Zhou Quan remained silent.

indeed.

Lin Yu's every step was fraught with danger and treacherousness.

But unfortunately, every step they took landed at the most crucial point.

His accurate grasp of people's hearts and the current situation is unlike that of a young man in his early twenties.

"What if...?"

Zhou Quan couldn't help but ask the last, and most crucial, question.

He clearly remembered Lin Yu's mournful eyes and his unwavering determination to lie down and be a salted fish.

"What if he really quits?"

"You made a wish this afternoon. What if he goes back and thinks it over, and decides that the 'Victorious Fighting Buddha' title isn't so appealing anymore, and just lies down and becomes a mascot, drinking tea and slacking off? What then?"

This question caused the air in the office to freeze slightly.

Liang Wenyuan's smile also faded.

He clasped his hands together and placed them on the large desk, remaining silent for a moment.

then.

He slowly raised his head.

"Then..."

this...

Boss, what you're doing isn't really appropriate!