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

How can I help?

Can't you fucking see that?

Of course, don't bother me!

Lin Yu felt his blood pressure soaring.

He wanted to swear.

He wanted to deal with this group of scoundrels who would kneel down at the drop of a hat.

They were kicked out of the office one by one and then thrown off the third floor!

A savior?!

A living Buddha?!

The God of Wealth?!

Go to hell!

All I want to do is quit my job!

I just want to moisturize!

I just want to go to the glamorous world of the South and be an ordinary billionaire!

In an instant, everyone's eyes were on him, both in the office and at the doorway.

Anticipation, curiosity, scrutiny, and schadenfreude.

They knew it clearly and understood it.

The answer lies within him.

after all.

Recently.

The miracles he created are evident to all.

He is thoughtful, capable, and shrewd.

Unfortunately, he's a bit lazy and a bit salty, which makes people both annoyed and amused.

...

in the crowd.

Wang Yao was the one most affected.

She looked at the workers who were kneeling on the ground, then scrambling to their feet, their faces clearly saying, "Our factory is doomed."

Then look at Lin Yu, who's slumped in a chair with a look that says, "Why aren't you dead yet?"

She suddenly realized that her thinking seemed to have deviated by a tiny bit.

This young man, who was rumored to be extraordinary, doesn't seem to be as repulsive as one might imagine.

At least, the expectation and trust in the eyes of Li Datou, Wang Jianguo, and the gray-haired Lin Huaijun were genuine.

She opened her mouth several times, wanting to say something, wanting to continue her questioning and criticism.

But the words were on the tip of her tongue, and she swallowed them back.

The cameraman behind them quietly put down his camera.

How can we film this?

Filming reform pioneers slacking off at work?

But while he was slacking off, he conveniently solved the problem of feeding tens of thousands of workers in the city!

Is he arrogant and domineering, looking down on everyone?

But now, he has become the last hope for a group of desperate old factory directors!

Yes.

Wang Yao had to admit it.

She also became curious and began to look forward to it.

What method will Lin Yu use to solve this seemingly unsolvable problem?

A large factory with more than 5,000 workers has been unable to pay wages for six months, and its food inventory remains unsold.

Even gods would shake their heads in dismay.

...

Lin Yu took in everything before him.

I felt a little dazed, a little tired, and a little helpless.

Who the hell could have imagined things would turn out like this?

Originally, he had even prepared his response to Wang Yao's attack.

Yes, yes, yes, I am a parasite, I am a scoundrel.

Come at me, if you get angry, I'll admit defeat.

Hurry up, don't waste time, I'm in a rush to catch up with the spring breeze of reform and opening up!

Who could have imagined...

A series of loud thuds as knees hit the ground.

It shattered all his plans and all his hopes.

Lin Yu let out a long sigh.

Fine.

Fine.

I guess I owed you guys something from my past life.

He looked up at Lin Huaijun, whose face was full of wrinkles and who looked like he was about to cry.

"The food factory doesn't have money, right?"

Lin Huaijun nodded vigorously, his lips trembling: "No, not a single penny left, I can't even pay back the bank loan..."

"This is easy."

Lin Yu's voice was light and airy.

But it was no less significant than when the little boy came to Hiroshima.

A loud explosion occurred in the office.

easy?

Director Wang's hand trembled slightly; his thermos... never mind, he didn't bring it today.

Old Liu's eyes almost popped out of their sockets.

Wang Yao and the cameraman suddenly exchanged a glance, their breaths catching in their throats.

A life-or-death crisis in a factory with 5,000 employees? You think it's easy?

"First."

Lin Yu held up one finger and leaned lazily back in his chair.

"Your Huaijun Food Factory is a state-owned enterprise, right? The factory belongs to the state; you are just managing it on behalf of the government."

Lin Huaijun nodded subconsciously.

"Then let its owner, the city government, step in."

"The municipal party committee will take the lead in establishing a 'Jiangcheng City State-owned Assets Holding Platform' to transfer all the assets of your factory, as well as the factories of Li Datou and Wang Jianguo, and all these half-dead state-owned enterprises, to this platform."

The office was filled with a blank stare.

State-owned asset holding platform?

What is this thing? I've never even heard of it.

Lin Yu ignored them and continued to raise his second finger.

"Secondly, where does the money come from? From the workers."

"What?!" Lin Huaijun exclaimed. "Director Lin, the workers haven't been paid for six months! Where are we going to get the money?!"

"They may not have the money, but they have the heart." Lin Yu glanced at him. "Tell them now that each of them can contribute a sum of money, not much, just a hundred or two hundred yuan, and become shareholders in the factory. They can then receive dividends when the factory makes money."

"Believe it or not, they'd sell everything they own to scrape together the money for you!"

"This is called workers pooling their money to invest!"

"Let them go from being laborers to becoming factory owners! Tell me, who wouldn't work their hardest for their own family?"

boom--!

If the first "holding platform" only made people feel unfamiliar and confused.

That "workers raising funds to invest in shares" is simply a bolt from the blue!

Make workers shareholders? Make them owners?

Isn't this just the old "iron rice bowl" system? Hasn't it already been proven to be a failure?

But after hearing Lin Yu say that, it seems like it's not the same thing at all!

Wang Yao's mind was racing.

Her pen was frantically scribbling in the notebook, and her eyes were shining with an unprecedented light.

She felt like she was witnessing something.

"third."

Lin Yu raised his third finger, his voice already carrying a hint of impatience.

"With money in hand, morale high, and the factory thriving, this newly established 'holding platform,' representing the state with a majority stake, ensured that state-owned assets were not lost. The workers contributed their own money, holding a minority stake, and their enthusiasm for work soared to unprecedented levels."

"You factory managers are still factory managers, responsible for daily operations. The platform is responsible for supervision and resource integration."

"We have the money, the workers are motivated, and the state-owned assets have not been lost."

"Killing three birds with one stone, how wonderful!"

Lin Yu shrugged, looking like he was asking, "Is this really that difficult?"

"What? That solves it, doesn't it?"

"Are you satisfied with this?"

Done.

He stopped talking, picked up the cup of tea that had long since gone cold, and prepared to see the guest out.

however.

in the office.

Li Datou, Wang Jianguo, Lin Huaijun, and the group of factory directors behind them all stood there, frozen in place, as if under a spell.

They looked at Lin Yu with a strange expression.

In those eyes, there was shock, admiration, and fanaticism.

Ok?

Lin Yu frowned.

What's going on?

The way they're all looking at me like that is weird. What does it mean?

That's not how the script was written!

Shouldn't you all bow down, shout "Long live Director Lin," and then leave with your solutions?

Just then.

The old factory director, Lin Huaijun, staggered forward a step.

His face was even paler than before, and his voice was trembling uncontrollably.

"Director Lin, your idea is good, it's really good..."

Lin Yu's heart skipped a beat.

"But what about it?"

"But..." Lin Huaijun swallowed hard, and began to speak with difficulty, "If we really did as you said..."

He glanced around the office, his gaze sweeping over Li Datou and Wang Jianguo, then looking at Lin Yu, his voice trembling with tears.

"In our Jiangcheng, there are hundreds of state-owned enterprises."

"Does everyone have to do it this way?!"