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

Afternoons in the office always seem to drag on.

Sunlight streamed in at an angle through the window, cutting out shadows and light. Tiny dust particles floated in the air, along with the faint aroma of old tea leaves that had been steeped too many times.

Most people are taking a nap, or pretending to be taking a nap.

The old fan above my head whirred listlessly.

Only two people remained awake at the seats.

One of them is Old Liu in the corner.

He wasn't asleep; his bloodshot eyes were fixed on the young man not far away, like a venomous snake lurking in the grass, waiting for the perfect moment.

He couldn't understand it, but he knew that what Lin Yu was writing was the key.

He was determined to find out what kind of trickery was hidden inside.

The other one is naturally Lin Yu.

He was completely immersed in his own world.

He completely ignored all of Director Wang's "guidance".

Forget about "highlighting leadership" and "working methods"—go to hell with them all.

His pen moved swiftly across the manuscript paper, making a "swish" sound.

He didn't start with Li Datou's disturbance, but rather with the textile factory's balance sheet.

He certainly didn't know the exact number, but that didn't matter.

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He could use the framework of later corporate analysis to deduce and fabricate a "real" dilemma.

"...According to incomplete estimates, the city's textile factory currently has over three million yuan worth of unsold inventory, while its total bank loans and triangular debts may have reached a staggering eight million yuan. Essentially, it is already insolvent and in a de facto state of bankruptcy. This layoff is not accidental, but rather the inevitable eruption of long-standing problems..."

He paused here, feeling it wasn't exciting enough.

He changed to a different sheet of paper and continued writing.

"Selling cloth to save oneself may seem like a quick fix, but it actually carries many hidden dangers."

"Firstly, it disrupted the normal business order of state-owned department stores and supply and marketing cooperatives, constituting disorderly competition;"

Secondly, it sets a dangerous precedent, namely that workers can save themselves by "privately dividing" factory assets, which will inevitably lead to a large loss of state-owned assets in the long run;

"Thirdly, and most importantly, this spontaneous and unregulated mobile vendor model is extremely prone to a series of social management problems such as tax evasion, urban disorder, and even involvement in organized crime."

"It's fair to say that we traded a seemingly harmless 'revenue generation' for a Pandora's box."

He thoroughly refuted the "brilliant plan" he had come up with yesterday, characterizing it as a dangerous move with endless consequences.

This is not enough.

After criticizing, you also have to offer "solutions".

His proposal, however, is the real "poison" in this report.

"...It's better to guide than to block, better to regulate than to prohibit. Faced with the existing wave of layoffs and spontaneous business activities, simply suppressing them is meaningless. I believe that the urgent task is not to be complacent about 'resolving the conflict,' but to face the structural problems behind the conflict. To this end, I boldly offer the following immature suggestions:"

"First, pilot a 'bankruptcy liquidation' mechanism. For zombie enterprises like the municipal textile factory that have long lost their market vitality, bankruptcy liquidation should be carried out decisively, rather than endlessly injecting funds to prolong their life. Their land, factory buildings, and other effective assets should be revitalized to repay debts and resettle employees."

"Second, establish a 'Re-employment Support Fund for Laid-off Workers.' A portion of the proceeds from the liquidation process will be set up as a special fund to guide workers to find their own way out, rather than passively waiting for government arrangements, through cash compensation, skills training, and low-interest loans for entrepreneurship."

"Third, designate 'small commodity free trade zones.' In the outskirts of the city, such as near train stations and abandoned freight yards, designate specific areas to establish formal, managed night markets or flea markets. Register the vendors entering the market, collect low management fees and taxes, and uniformly manage sanitation and security. Transform this uncontrolled 'underground flow' into a regulated 'surface flow' that can generate revenue for the government."

"Fourth, encourage and support the development of the private economy. The government should change its mindset, no longer viewing individual businesses and private enterprises as a threat, but rather as an important supplementary force in solving employment and boosting the market. It should provide preferential policies, simplify approval procedures, and protect their legitimate rights and interests..."

Lin Yu wrote with great enthusiasm and fluency.

These economic common sense facts, which seem perfectly normal to later generations, were nothing short of earth-shattering heresy in this era, in the government office of this small inland city.

Bankruptcy liquidation? That's a capitalist thing!

Selling off the factories owned by the working class? That's undermining socialism!

To establish a free market?

Should we also give preferential policies to self-employed individuals?

Isn't this blatantly supporting "speculation and profiteering" and undermining the state-owned economy?!

Any single point in this report, taken out of context, would be enough to give any official a serious talking-to.

Lin Yu strung them together and packaged them into a "comprehensive solution," the impact of which is self-evident.

He could almost see Mayor Liang slamming his fist on the table, angrily denouncing him for being "right-leaning" and "severely liberal."

Then, this report was used as a negative example and publicly criticized throughout the city. Lin Yu was then relegated to the archives of a remote township, where he spent the rest of his life.

perfect!

Just as he was engrossed in writing, a dark shadow silently loomed over his desk.

Old Liu, holding a teacup, pretended to be passing by to pour water, craning his neck to try and peek at the contents of his manuscript.

Lin Yu was prepared. Without even raising his head, he simply used his elbow to gently move the manuscript paper inward, blocking Lao Liu's view.

Old Liu's eyes and Lin Yu's elbow exchanged two silent blows in the air, but he gained no advantage. He coughed awkwardly and tried to make conversation.

"Xiao Lin, how's it going? The material is for the mayor, so we can't be careless."