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

"Them..."

The clerk kept everyone in suspense, enjoying the thrill of being the center of attention, before suddenly slapping his thigh and announcing, "What we're selling are the old fabrics and defective products that have piled up in our textile factory's warehouse!"

What?

After a moment of silence in the office, an even greater uproar ensued.

"Those worthless junk pieces that nobody wants?"

"That pile of stuff is practically moldy from sitting in the warehouse, how can it still be sold?"

The clerk stiffened his neck, his face turning even redder: "It's more than just making money! Li Datou and the others weren't sure either; they just wanted to test whether what you said, Brother Lin, was true."

"We just grabbed a few pieces of cloth, dragged them to the train station and movie theater entrances, and started selling them as soon as it got dark."

They were shouting, "Clearance items, all five or ten dollars!" Guess what? They put one item out and sold it off immediately! It was like a robbery!

He gestured excitedly, "Yesterday, in just a few hours, the goods they pooled together sold for over a thousand yuan! After deducting the money they gave the warehouse keeper for cigarettes, each of them made a net profit of forty or fifty yuan!"

Forty or fifty yuan!

These three words struck like a thunderbolt, hitting everyone in the office on the head.

In those days, this was about the same amount of money an average worker earned in a month.

Li Datou and his gang made money in just a few hours.

Gasps of shock filled the office.

The gleam in the eyes of those seasoned veterans, which was just watching the spectacle yesterday, has now turned into a burning greed.

The way they looked at Lin Yu was no longer like looking at a rare animal, but like looking at a living god of wealth.

Old Liu stopped just as he was about to drink the tea, spilling scalding tea onto the back of his hand without even noticing.

His eyes were fixed on the task force, his lips trembled, and he couldn't utter a single word.

He felt not just like his lungs were about to explode with anger, but that his entire worldview had been shattered by a single punch.

Director Wang was stunned for a full ten seconds, his expression shifting from astonishment to ecstasy, and finally settling on an almost worshipful excitement.

He slapped his thigh hard, making a loud "smack".

"What a talent!"

He rushed to Lin Yu and pressed his hands heavily on Lin Yu's shoulders, so hard that Lin Yu felt his collarbone was about to shatter.

"Xiao Lin! You! You're truly my lucky charm!" Director Wang's voice trembled as he surveyed the room like a general who had won a great victory. "Comrades! Did you all see that? What does it mean to turn the rotten into the miraculous? This is what it means to turn the rotten into the miraculous! The garbage that nobody wanted in the warehouse, in Comrade Xiao Lin's hands, turned into a gold nugget with just a few words!"

Old Zhang quickly chimed in, "Yes, Director, Xiao Lin's brain is simply divine!"

"From now on, if anyone says laid-off workers are a burden, I'll argue with them! They're clearly an untapped treasure trove for our city!"

In the office, flattery, praise, and envious chatter mingled together, creating an absurd symphony.

Meanwhile, in the conductor's center of the symphony orchestra, Lin Yu, the protagonist of the music, just wanted to disappear into a crack in the ground.

The inner demon within him is frantically scratching at the wall.

I was just talking nonsense! I just wanted you guys to sell some socks and underwear to make city management a little more difficult. Who told you to clear out your inventory?!

Well, this not only avoided causing trouble for the company, but also helped the textile factory solve its inventory backlog problem.

What the hell is this?

Killing two birds with one stone?

I'll carve your big head, you idiot!

He maintained a stiff smile on his face, but his heart was bleeding.

It seems that the path to resigning has been blocked by these people with their money.

After enjoying the crowd's reactions to his heart's content, Director Wang cleared his throat, his official air returning.

He patted Lin Yu on the shoulder and said, "Little Lin, you see, although this matter has been resolved for the time being, the method is still worth studying and promoting in depth."

He paused, adopting the air of a leader assigning tasks: "And you, don't be modest. Take some time to summarize your experiences and insights from handling this mass incident, and write a report."

"Hold a meeting later, and you can share your experience with everyone so that these veteran comrades can learn from it and change their mindset."

"So that if this kind of thing happens again, everyone won't be at a loss!"

Writing reports? Sharing experiences at meetings?

Lin Yu's vision went black.

Isn't this just to make him turn his nonsense into official guiding theory?

Kill him.

Just as he was about to speak and brush it off with some nonsense like "I'm still young and immature," the office door was pushed open for the third time.

The people who came in this time were completely different from the officers of the previous two times.

The man was about thirty years old, dressed in a smart Zhongshan suit, with his hair neatly combed. He had little expression on his face, but sharp eyes. He walked silently, exuding the competence and authority that one could only acquire after years of working in a government agency.

The moment he entered, the noisy office fell silent.

Director Wang's smile froze for a moment, and he quickly went to greet her, bending over more than usual: "Oh, Secretary Zhou, what brings you here?"

Mayor Liang Wenyuan's secretary is very thorough!

Everyone in the office was on tenterhooks.

This person is a big shot in the mayor's eyes; he rarely comes to a quiet, insignificant department like theirs.

A strange red light suddenly flashed across Old Liu's deathly gray face.

He had a premonition that things were about to turn around!

It must be that kid Lin Yu who was talking nonsense downstairs yesterday. It had a terrible impact, and the city leaders are coming to hold him accountable!

Zhou Quan ignored Director Wang's solicitousness, his hawk-like eyes sweeping around the office.

Finally, he spoke slowly in a tone devoid of any emotion.

Who is Lin Yu?