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

on purpose.

This is absolutely intentional.

Lin Yu finally understood completely.

Liang Wenyuan is.

Zhang Jianmin is.

Now even the provincial governor is one!

Are you big shots too bored at work every day?

Do you find the life of approving documents and attending large meetings too boring and tedious?

So, let's have some fun with an ordinary citizen like me who just wants to quit my job and start my own business, without forgetting my original aspirations?

Let me go!

What loss would it cause you to release me?

begging!

Please let me go!

But then the governor spoke up, and the sudden turn of events completely threw Lin Yu off balance.

If he knew now that everything from Director Wang's "righteous indignation" to Yao Tao's "sacrifice for righteousness" was orchestrated by Liang Wenyuan, that old man, behind the scenes.

Isn't that scene a little too beautiful?

OK.

Really.

Lin Yu stood there blankly, his face ashen.

All his struggles, all his accusations, all his performances.

In the eyes of these old foxes, it was nothing more than an amusing monkey show.

The governor, Zhang Jianmin, and Liang Wenyuan exchanged a glance.

Those eyes clearly conveyed a few words.

Sure enough.

The more this was the case, the less they wanted to let Lin Yu go.

This kid brought them some fun in their dull and tedious political lives, that's one thing.

They were also very interested in what Lin Yu had in his head, and they wanted to see if they could dig out something else from his head. That was the second reason.

Regardless of what Lin Yu was thinking or how he reacted.

If the governor says it's not allowed, then it's not allowed.

Even if the Heavenly King himself came, it wouldn't make a difference.

"cough."

There was a gentle knock on the office door, and Director Luo peeked in.

"Governor, Mayor Liang, it's time for the meeting."

The governor nodded, his gaze falling on Lin Yu.

The look in his eyes was as if he were looking at a great treasure.

"Let's go, Comrade Kobayashi."

"Today, you're the speaker."

Lin Yu's body turned stiffly.

Like a puppet, he followed behind the three bigwigs, step by step, toward the provincial government's conference room.

Every step felt like walking on cotton or on a knife's edge.

despair.

helpless.

There is also the immense injustice of being bullied by the entire world united against.

Waaaaah, how could you do this!

...

Conference Room No. 1 of the Provincial Government.

The huge oval conference table was filled with the top officials from various important departments and bureaus across the province.

The atmosphere was solemn and respectful.

Lin Yu, with a long face, was "escorted" to the main stage by Liang Wenyuan.

The report he fabricated in order to get out of there as soon as possible lay quietly next to the microphone on the podium.

All eyes were on him.

There is curiosity, scrutiny, and anticipation.

Lin Yu took a deep breath. Forget it, let it all end.

He picked up his speech notes.

"A strategic vision for Jiangcheng to achieve leapfrog development and fully build a world-class metropolis in the next five years."

His voice was flat and straightforward, without the slightest emotional fluctuation.

Like an old, worn-out tape recorder, it speaks slowly and deliberately, making it utterly boring.

"First, high-quality development..."

"Secondly, supply and demand reform..."

He recited words that would send the entire Jiangcheng Comprehensive Department into a frenzy, but his tone was like reciting the price of cabbage at a market.

Two yuan a pound, that's the lowest price I can offer.

Subtle changes began to appear in the conference room.

The initial curiosity and anticipation gradually turned into doubt and confusion.

The bigwigs in the audience began to whisper among themselves.

"Is this the report that the governor and Director Zhang both praised so highly?"

"It sounds... just so-so?"

"Why does this young man look so listless?"

Someone started yawning.

Some people started looking down at their watches.

The atmosphere in the entire venue quickly shifted from initial anticipation to the brink of drowsiness.

Liang Wenyuan sat in the first row, his eyes twitching.

That little bastard!

He did it on purpose! He absolutely did it on purpose!

Is this the last stand?

However, Lin Yu found a sense of pleasure in the hypnotic atmosphere he had created.

You've got to mess with me!

You've made a fool of me!

I'm going to turn this most important meeting in the province into a hypnosis conference!

We'll all sleep together! Nobody's going to have an easy time!

He was reading with great enthusiasm and was preparing to put in even more effort.

...

at the same time.

A convoy dispatched by the Hanjiang Municipal Government drove into Jiangcheng.

In the back seat of the Audi that was leading the way sat a middle-aged man with a resolute face and a lingering worry between his brows.

He is Li Dakang, the mayor of Hanjiang City.

The 1990s were a time of growing pains brought about by reform, a speck of dust left behind by the times.

It not only weighed heavily on ordinary people, but also on the heart of the mayor of Hanjiang.

He looked at the report that his subordinates had just compiled.

"The Chengdong Textile Factory has been shut down for three months, leaving 8,000 workers awaiting resettlement..."

"The West City Steel Plant is suffering heavy losses and is on the verge of bankruptcy, leaving its 12,000 workers in a state of panic..."

"A food factory in Huairou has been in arrears with wages for six months, and the workers have petitioned three times..."

Each and every incident was like a steel needle piercing his heart.

I was unwilling, and I couldn't bear to.

But what could he do?

In a market economy, survival of the fittest prevails; this is the general trend.

Unfortunately, this happened just when he was extremely stressed and unable to sleep at night.

News from neighboring Jiangcheng spread like wildfire.

Both are reforms, and both face similar difficulties.

Jiangcheng, far from experiencing the growing pains of the times, has even bucked the trend and is thriving.

Factories that should have gone out of business were brought back to life.

Those workers who should have been laid off are now earning more than before.

The entire city of Jiangcheng seemed to have been injected with a powerful stimulant, brimming with vitality that outsiders found hard to believe.

It was all because a young man came to the Jiangcheng Municipal Party Committee Office.

A young man named Lin Yu.

A young man who was excessively favored, even indulged, by Mayor Liang Wenyuan.

According to legend, this young man possessed the Midas touch and was a master strategist.

His casual suggestion of "brand franchising" revitalized dozens of small factories, bringing in huge profits every day.

His rallying cry for the "giant wheel of the times" rekindled hope and boosted the morale of tens of thousands of workers.

The people of Jiangcheng don't call him Director Lin or Secretary Lin.

Everyone calls him "the God of Wealth".

Li Dakang didn't believe in superstition.

But the detailed data and vivid examples left him no choice but to believe it.

He couldn't sit still any longer.

He wanted to see for himself what kind of extraordinary person this young man, who was rumored to be so powerful, really was.

He wanted to learn how Liang Wenyuan had managed to find and make good use of this "living Buddha".

Then, he arrived.

The surprise visit, without prior notice, was intended to reveal the most authentic Jiangcheng.

The convoy slowly drove into the Jiangcheng Municipal Government compound.

Li Dakang pushed open the car door and stood in front of the building that was both familiar and unfamiliar to him.

He took a deep breath, suppressing the myriad thoughts in his mind, and turned to ask the secretary beside him.

"Have you found out?"