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

the next day.

10:30 a.m.

Inside the municipal party committee office.

Lin Yu's workstation was empty.

On the table, yesterday's copy of the Jiangcheng Daily was still lying open, while its special enamel mug had long since gone cold.

The person has vanished without a trace.

Director Wang held his thermos cup, his eyes glancing at the empty seat every now and then, his eyelids twitching.

The staff in the other offices didn't even dare to breathe loudly, and they subconsciously softened the sound of turning over documents.

It's 10:30!

It's exactly 10:30!

This gentleman hasn't arrived yet!

This isn't just being late; this is completely disregarding the importance of going to work!

This is the municipal government! The power center of Jiangcheng!

He's really something else, treating this place like his own backyard, coming and going as he pleases!

Old Liu, sitting in the corner, felt so bitter that he almost broke the pen in his hand.

Old Liu worked diligently at his company for decades, never daring to be late or even leave a minute early.

Why should I?!

Why is this kid so arrogant?!

Just when the atmosphere in the office was so oppressive it was about to freeze.

"Squeak—"

The office door was gently pushed open.

Swish-!

Everyone froze, their eyes instinctively turning towards the source of the attack, like searchlights.

However, the person standing at the door was not the sleepy, yawning young man they had expected.

It is thorough.

Mayor Liang's chief secretary!

The hearts of everyone in the office instantly leaped into their throats.

Secretary Zhou has come in person!

Now, there’s something good to watch!

Director Wang quickly put down his thermos and greeted him with a broad smile.

"Secretary Zhou, what brings you here? Please, have a seat!"

Zhou Quan waved his hand, his gaze swept around the office, and finally settled on the empty workstation, raising an eyebrow slightly.

Where is Lin Yuren?

coming!

coming!

The person in question personally checked up on him!

Everyone's ears perked up, waiting to see Lin Yu make a fool of himself.

Director Wang's forehead was covered in a fine layer of sweat, and his voice was somewhat stammering.

"Director Lin... he might be on his way, right?"

"How about I... I call and urge them?"

Old Liu's lips couldn't help but curl up slightly.

Let you be arrogant! Let you be domineering!

Now that the mayor's secretary has caught you red-handed, let's see how you get out of this mess!

however.

Zhou Quan's subsequent reaction left everyone speechless.

He waved his hand dismissively, a faint smile even playing on his lips.

"Didn't come?"

"It's alright, no need to rush."

"Young people need to sleep more, let him sleep a little longer."

"Let's leave it at that for now."

Done.

He then turned around.

Amidst a room full of petrified gazes.

They came quietly, and they left quietly.

With a wave of his sleeve, he left without taking away a single cloud.

in the office.

Director Wang froze on the spot, his smile frozen.

The smile on Lao Liu's lips also froze.

What the hell is going on?

Let them sleep a little longer?

Is this even human language?!

This is during working hours!

Lin Yu is one thing, but why is even Secretary Zhou Quan acting so strangely?

Is the world simply gone mad?

Or have these old folks just been out of touch with the times because they haven't been out in so long?

or……

An absurd yet seemingly the only reasonable idea was growing wildly in everyone's minds.

illegitimate child!

He's definitely an illegitimate child!

If he's not an illegitimate child, who the hell gets this kind of treatment!

In a short time.

Various gossips and rumors about Lin Yu's background once again became the only topic of conversation in the office, with versions even more outrageous than yesterday's.

Actually.

Zhou Quan, however, was thinking about something else entirely.

It's good that you didn't come.

There are so many things to do even though you're not here, hehehe...

I can't be a mayor, but I understand the joy of being a mayor.

...

Of course, Lin Yu didn't go too far.

Two o'clock in the afternoon.

He finally yawned and groggily staggered into the office.

He ignored all the gazes directed at him, a mixture of awe, envy, and extremely complex emotions.

He walked straight to his workstation, leisurely brewed a strong cup of tea, unfolded a newspaper, and crossed his legs.

The warm afternoon sun shone lazily on him through the cracks in the window.

His relaxed and carefree demeanor made it seem as if he wasn't at work, but on vacation in the Maldives.

Director Wang opened his mouth, wanting to say something, such as, "Xiao Lin, you should be more mindful of your influence in the future," but he swallowed the words back down.

Does he dare to say it?

He dares not!

Old Liu watched this scene with such jealousy that his eyes turned red and his penis almost turned purple.

He wanted nothing more than to rush over and smash that cup of hot tea onto Lin Yu's smug face.

But he dared not.

As for the other colleagues in the office, it's best to just ignore them.

If they can't afford to offend them, can't they at least avoid them?

So, an extremely surreal scene unfolded in the municipal party committee office that afternoon.

On one hand, they were so busy they barely had time to breathe, with phone calls coming in incessantly.

On the other side, there is a peaceful and serene atmosphere, filled with the aroma of tea.

There was only one young man reading a newspaper, with his legs crossed, humming a little tune every now and then.

Out of place.

Yet it was strangely harmonious.

...

Leisurely and relaxed? That's impossible.

Lin Yu was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan.

He intends to slack off in this way.

You're not letting me leave, are you?

Row!

Then I'll show you how rotten I can be!

Let's see who can't take it anymore!

As I watched, the hands of the clock on the wall slowly slid toward four fifty.

In the office, others were already wrapping up their work for the day, preparing to ring the bell to leave.

Lin Yu also put down the newspaper.

He stood up, stretched, and loosened his muscles.

then.

To everyone's astonishment.

He actually started doing the fifth set of broadcast gymnastics in his less than two-square-meter workstation, very meticulously.

"The times are calling."

"One, two, three, four, two, two, three, four."

Those graceful movements, that earnest expression.

It felt like he wasn't just giving up, but rather performing a sacred ritual.

Director Wang: "..."

Old Liu: "..."

Everyone in the office: "..."

Are you fucking crazy?!

I've seen people slacking off before, but I've never seen it done in such a refreshing and unconventional way, complete with background music!

Just as Lin Yu completed the "body rotation exercise" and was preparing to welcome the dawn of victory, becoming the first guy in the entire unit to rush out the door.

An accident occurred.

"Squeak—"

The office door was pushed open once again.

A woman dressed as a reporter, followed by a middle-aged man in a Zhongshan suit, wearing black-rimmed glasses and a Seagull brand camera around his neck, peeked in.

His attire and demeanor clearly indicate that he works in public relations.

The female reporter first pushed up her glasses, her gaze falling directly on the young man who was doing radio calisthenics in a slightly comical posture.

She paused for a moment, then cleared her throat and asked politely in a clear, professional announcer's voice:

"Excuse me, comrades."

"Excuse me, which one of you is Director Lin from the Jiangcheng City Enterprise Reform Office?"

???

not good!

Lin Yu's movements suddenly froze.

In my mind, alarm bells were ringing!

That voice, that style!

He's no pushover!

There's a murderous aura about him!

There are treacherous subjects who want to harm me!

but.

He glanced behind him again, but neither Li Datou nor Wang Jianguo, those two scoundrels, were there.

That's alright, that's alright.