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

The warm morning sun dispelled yesterday's gloom.

Today's Wuhan seems a little different from yesterday's.

On the streets and alleys, the workers who should have been gloomy and dejected had an inexplicable spirit on their faces.

Even the air seemed less dejected and more vibrant with life.

Out of place.

It is out of step with the broader context of this era.

Yet, it is incredibly real.

...

11:00 AM.

Lin Yu, the young man who was favored and pampered by the entire Jiangcheng.

Still half asleep, I got out of bed.

He didn't watch TV, didn't read newspapers, and had no interest in listening to the outside discussions that praised him to the skies.

He could easily imagine what Jiangcheng would look like now.

Snapped--!

Lin Yu slapped himself across the face.

"Serves you right for pretending!"

"That'll teach you to be so foul-mouthed!"

"Now it's all good, the car doors are welded shut, there's no way to escape!"

He scratched his messy hair in frustration, thinking about his own bold words about "riding the waves".

The message was being broadcast to every household in Jiangcheng via television, and he wanted to give himself a couple more blows.

awkward.

That's so incredibly awkward.

But the vibrant world of the South, with its salty sea breeze and the spring breeze of reform and opening up, constantly stirred his heart.

What does "getting promoted and making a fortune" mean?

What mayor has a preference?

What do you mean by being universally admired?

Can it compare to a large villa or a small Mercedes-Benz?

Can it compare to the feeling of having a mature and sophisticated woman on your left, an intelligent office lady secretary on your right, and an 18-year-old loli lying in your arms in the middle?

No!

俗！

That's so damn tacky!

But I just love this commonness!

This is called staying true to our original aspiration!

No!

Lin Yu suddenly jumped out of bed and shook his head vigorously.

He had a strong premonition.

If we don't leave today, we really won't be able to leave later!

He made a difficult decision.

Resign!

You must resign!

I have to slam my resignation letter on Mayor Liang's desk today!

We must make things clear!

I'm not Sun Wukong, I don't want to wreak havoc in the Heavenly Palace!

All I want to do is go to Flower Fruit Mountain and become a mountain king!

No one can help it!

He, Lin Yu, said it!

...

in the afternoon.

1:30.

The municipal government building.

Lin Yu arrived late, yawning.

just.

When we were near the building entrance.

His steps faltered slightly.

A Toyota Coaster was parked there.

The license plate number is somewhat unfamiliar.

It seems like they're not from Jiangcheng.

Lin Yu glanced at it, a hint of surprise rising in his mind, but he quickly dismissed it.

What's it to me?

Anyway, I'm going to pack up my bucket and run away today.

Who comes is none of his business.

He hummed a little tune and swayed into the office building.

He went straight back to his workstation.

The same old three dishes.

I brewed tea, unfolded the newspaper, and crossed my legs.

In the office, everyone was looking at him with a strange expression.

Yesterday, he was still that oddball who did radio calisthenics in the office.

Today, he is already considered a "living Buddha" and a "god of wealth" by the people of the city.

But why hasn't his behavior changed at all?

Director Wang opened his mouth, as if to say something, such as "Xiao Lin, be mindful of your behavior," but the words that came out were "Xiao Lin, the water is hot, drink it slowly."

Old Liu, sitting in the corner, looked at Lin Yu with a complicated expression.

envy?

It seems there are still some.

But more than anything, it's a feeling of powerlessness.

A sense of powerlessness, a feeling of being abandoned by the times and doubting oneself.

however.

Today, Lin Yu did not finish reading the newspaper as usual.

He just pretended to flip through two pages.

Then, to everyone's astonishment...

He took out a brand new sheet of paper and a fountain pen from the drawer.

He lay face down on the table.

He started writing, huffing and puffing.

His expression and demeanor were even more focused and serious than when he did radio calisthenics yesterday.

In the office, everyone craned their necks in curiosity.

What is Director Lin going to write?

A new reform plan?

Or what kind of article is it?

Only Lin Yu himself knows.

At the very top of the manuscript, he carefully and solemnly wrote down three large characters.

Resignation letter!

...

Four o'clock in the afternoon.

In the office, others were already wrapping up their day's work.

Lin Yu let out a long sigh of relief.

He put down his pen, picked up the manuscript paper covered with writing, looked at it from left to right, and a satisfied smile appeared on his face.

perfect!

All done!

His words were sincere, his reasons were sound, and his attitude was resolute!

He vividly portrays his own incompetence, laziness, inability to shoulder great responsibilities, and longing for a decadent lifestyle.

It was practically as if he was saying, "I'm a piece of trash, let me go."

If Mayor Liang had any sense of shame, he would never refuse to approve this resignation letter!

Lin Yu blew on the still-wet ink, carefully folded the resignation letter, and tucked it into his pocket.

then.

He stood up, amidst the puzzled gazes of everyone.

He walked with a pigeon-toed gait, looking nonchalant, towards the door.

Target: the top floor.

Mayor's Office!

...

The journey was smooth and unobstructed.

Everyone who saw him made way for him, bowing and scraping, with smiles on their faces.

Lin Yu was extremely happy.

He went up to the top floor.

The entrance to the mayor's office.

Zhou Quan, who usually stays here, is not here today.

Exactly!

Let's save ourselves the trouble of talking nonsense with him!

Lin Yu was very happy.

Screw manners!

Screw etiquette!

I'm here to resign, not to beg for an official position! Why are you knocking on the door?

He lifted his foot.

boom--!

He kicked open the heavy wooden door to the mayor's office.

brush--!

next second.

Lin Yu's expression froze.

Inside, in the spacious office...

A row of people were sitting on the sofa.

They were all dressed in suits, with serious expressions and sharp eyes; they were clearly not to be trifled with.

The middle-aged man at the head of the group exuded an aura of authority that was even stronger than Liang Wenyuan's.

Liang Wenyuan sat beside him, a polite smile on his face.

The atmosphere in the entire office was oppressive and heavy.

Lin Yu kicked the door open.

All eyes turned to him.

Shock.

stunned.

And then there's the undisguised scrutiny.

Liang Wenyuan's lips twitched violently.

He wanted to kill someone.

Really.

Lin Yu's mind went blank.

What the hell!

What's going on?

Is it a large-scale meeting?

He subconsciously touched the resignation letter he was carrying in his pocket.

Now doesn't seem like a good time?

However, it was too late.

The middle-aged man at the head of the group fixed his gaze on him, his brows furrowed.

"Mayor Liang, this must be Lin Yu, Comrade Lin?"

Liang Wenyuan hadn't even had a chance to speak.

Lin Yu had already taken the lead, raising his hand and forcing an extremely awkward yet sincere smile on his face.

He shook the resignation letter in his arms, which he hadn't even warmed up yet.

"that..."

Don't misunderstand.

"I was just passing by."

"I'm here to resign as well."