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

Before coming, the secretary had already done her homework perfectly.

Mayor Li Dakang of Hanjiang has only one goal for this trip.

It's that young man named Lin Yu.

Therefore, once the convoy entered Jiangcheng territory, it did not slow down or stop at all.

The Audi ignored the city hall building and drove straight past without entering.

The car turned around and headed straight for the square, towards the factory area that was once dilapidated but is now completely renovated.

Li Dakang sat in the back seat, his eyes sharp as he scanned everything outside the window.

Pedestrians hurried along the street.

But on everyone's face was a radiance he hadn't seen in a long time.

That's not numbness, not sorrow, but a kind of striving that has light in the eyes and fire in the heart!

This is definitely not what a city experiencing "growing pains of the times" should look like.

The image of Hanjiang City involuntarily surfaced in Li Dakang's mind.

With factories shut down and workers nowhere to go, they squatted in twos and threes on the street, their eyes vacant.

In order to survive, some people began to sell their family property.

Some have even resorted to selling their children or even sending their wives to their husbands' homes just to get a decent meal.

His heart sank.

Then, a complex feeling arose that was hard to explain.

This complex feeling applies not only to Old Liang next door, but also to that young man who is rumored to be a legend and is favored by the entire city of Jiangcheng as if he were their own child.

On what grounds?

Both games start at hellish difficulty, so why is it that Jiangcheng can achieve a dominant advantage with a dragon rushing in?

...

The car stopped in front of the former site of the Chengdong Textile Factory.

The sign here now reads "Feiyuan Apparel Jiangcheng Direct Sales Factory".

Li Dakang didn't get out of the car; he just watched quietly.

He saw it.

One after another, large trucks lined up, fully loaded with goods, and roared off into the distance from the factory area.

He saw it.

At the factory gate, a crowd of merchants speaking in various accents from all over the country gathered. They waved stacks of brand-new banknotes in their hands, their faces filled with anxiety and longing, and shouted loudly at the security guards at the gate.

"Let us in! We need to see Director Li!"

"We want to join! Money is no object! Please, give us a chance to get on board!"

"We're from the provincial capital! We're from the coastal area! Please give us a chance, or it'll be too late!"

The car continued forward.

He saw it again.

In another factory area with a sign that reads "Qianjin Hardware Factory," the factory manager named Xiang Qianjin from the information was standing on a temporary platform, holding a megaphone, passionately preaching to the sea of ​​workers below.

"Comrades! Listen up! Director Lin has shown us a clear path: worker stock ownership!"

"Invest a small amount of money to own our own factory! From now on, we won't be working for anyone else; we'll be our own bosses!"

"Every household will receive a dividend at the end of the year from the factory's profits! We're in charge of our own lives!"

The workers' faces were filled with fervor, excitement, and unwavering trust.

Li Dakang's eyelids twitched.

As the car turned a corner, a television in a roadside convenience store was playing a program from the city's television station.

A bespectacled, well-mannered young man sat somewhat reservedly at the table.

In front of him was a pile of potatoes, sweet potatoes, and corn on the cob.

This guy was facing the camera, shouting at the top of his lungs in a tone that was completely out of character for his gentle and refined demeanor.

"Family members! Look at this! Our agricultural products from Qinghe County! Purely natural and pollution-free! If you don't like it, you don't have to pay!"

"Hey everyone, don't hesitate! Order directly from the supply and marketing cooperative if you want some! Order today, and it'll be delivered to your door the same day! We emphasize direct shipping from the source, ensuring cleanliness and hygiene!"

Li Dakang's secretary whispered a reminder: "Mayor, this is Mayor Liang's former secretary, Zhou Quan. He was just transferred to Qinghe County."

Li Dakang's pupils contracted slightly.

Good heavens, even Liang Wenyuan's secretary has been led astray by that young man?

Are they starting to use this method to develop the economy?

...

Look left, look right.

Everything here exudes a wild, untamed vitality.

Everything was new and exciting; he couldn't understand anything about it, but it still deeply impressed him.

From brand franchising to worker stock ownership, and now to this TV sales?

All of this points to the same person.

Lin Yu.

At that moment, Li Dakang's curiosity and anticipation for the young man he had never met before reached their peak.

He needs to figure this out.

...

Meanwhile, in Conference Room No. 1 of the Provincial Government.

The speech is still going on.

However, Lin Yu is too lazy to even act anymore.

We're not pretending anymore, we're laying our cards on the table, our main strategy is to completely give up.

His voice as he read the manuscript grew softer and softer, more and more feeble.

When talking about "supply and demand reform", he even yawned and squeezed out a few physiological tears from the corner of his eye.

offstage.

The area affected by drowsiness is expanding.

More than one department head has been nodding his head repeatedly, as if striking an electronic wooden fish, a truly meritorious act.

Liang Wenyuan, sitting in the first row, had a livid face, and the veins on his hands, which were resting on his knees, were bulging.

That little bastard!

I'll skin you alive when I get back!

Lin Yu could clearly feel Liang Wenyuan's murderous aura almost materializing behind him, but he didn't care.

I even felt a little amused.

Destroy it already, I'm tired.

This class just can't go on for even a day!

...

Jiangcheng.

Li Dakang's motorcade eventually stopped outside the auditorium of the Hongxing Steel Pipe Factory.

He pushed open the car door and got in.

The auditorium was bustling with noise.

A dozen long tables were pushed together, piled high with banknotes.

One yuan, five yuan, ten yuan, fifty yuan, one hundred yuan.

The workers lined up in a long queue and solemnly handed their crumpled, hard-earned money to Li Datou, Wang Jianguo, and others behind the table, then pressed their bright red fingerprints on the register.

Every face bore the devotion of someone embarking on a journey of faith.

What they handed over was money.

What we got in return was hope.

Li Dakang stood at the back of the crowd, quietly watching this scene.

His heart ached as if it were being pricked by needles.

The tens of thousands of workers in Hanjiang City who are starving and desperate for food, don't they also yearn for such a tangible hope?

He stood there for a long time.

Thunderous cheers erupted in the auditorium as the last worker completed his registration.

Li Dakang turned around and spoke to his secretary, his voice filled with solemnity.

"Go and contact them."

"Tell them that Li Dakang from Hanjiang has come to pay a visit."