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

"Thanks, Brother Liu," Lin Yu replied with a forced smile.

He didn't even bother to look up.

"But it's alright."

It was perfunctory, blatantly perfunctory.

He was well aware of the thought process of someone like Lao Liu.

It's nothing more than that disgusting office hierarchy of seniority.

A young man arrived, didn't know the rules, and stole the limelight, which made this self-proclaimed respected old hand feel unbalanced.

Hey.

dissatisfied.

There was also a hint of unspeakable fear.

But what can we do?

Lin Yu sneered inwardly.

I, Lin Yu, am a man determined to resign from my job, go into business, chase the spring breeze of reform, earn a hundred million, and then retire.

Why would I care about those old flies in the office?

pattern.

Do you even know what perspective means?

He didn't want to waste any more time, so he stood up from his seat.

He slightly shifted his body to the side and used his shoulder to gently push Old Liu, who was still standing there, away by half a step.

The gesture itself was small, but extremely insulting.

Old Liu's face instantly turned a deep liver color.

Lin Yu ignored it, picked up the few pages of manuscript paper on the table that still smelled of ink, gently patted them, and blew away the dust that was not even there.

Then, in a voice neither too loud nor too soft, but loud enough for even the most drowsy people in the office to hear clearly, he said casually:

"I'll take the document to Secretary Zhou right away."

After saying that, he turned and left without looking back.

The entire office was silent for three seconds.

"Squeak—"

The old fan was still spinning weakly.

Several former colleagues who had been dozing off were awakened by the noise. They sat up halfway and looked at each other with sleepy eyes, asking questions.

"Old Liu, what's wrong?"

Old Zhang, who was closest, rubbed his eyes and asked.

A flash of resentment crossed Old Liu's eyes.

The opportunity is coming!

He lowered his voice and spoke to the group of people who had gathered around him in a complex tone that sounded like both betrayal and concern:

"That kid Lin said his document was finished, but he didn't even show it to Director Wang; he sent it straight to Secretary Zhou!"

Good guy!

That's an art form of speaking.

Every word he uttered stepped on a minefield of government agencies.

Why not show it to Director Wang?

This shows disrespect for direct superiors! It demonstrates a complete lack of organizational discipline!

Should we send it directly to Secretary Zhou?

This is bypassing the proper channels to report to higher authorities! It shows a desire for quick success and an eagerness to impress!

More importantly, how long has it been?

All in all, it only takes two or three hours.

What good stuff could be written in such a short time?

It's definitely a fabrication, a perfunctory attempt!

Old Liu's eye drops were quick and ruthless.

If Secretary Zhou reads the report and thinks it's good, then Lin Yu's accusation of "disrespecting his superiors" will be firmly established.

Does Director Wang not have a thorn in his side?

If Secretary Zhou reads the report and thinks it's rubbish, then Lin Yu is "opportunistic and incompetent."

Either way, it's death!

Old Liu could almost foresee Lin Yu being sent back in disgrace, and a sinister smile crept onto his lips.

……

Lin Yu was, of course, unaware of the undercurrents behind him.

Even if I knew, I wouldn't care.

He knocked on Zhou Quan's office door.

"Please come in."

The voice, like the person, was calm and undisturbed.

Lin Yu pushed open the door and entered. The office was simply furnished and spotless, as if it were a completely different world from his own.

Zhou Quan was looking down at a document, without even raising his head.

Lin Yu didn't say anything, just stood quietly in front of the desk.

After a dozen seconds, Zhou Quan finished what he was doing, looked up, and saw Lin Yu.

He was somewhat surprised.

Out of the corner of my eye, I subconsciously glanced at the clock on the wall.

Four o'clock in the afternoon.

It has only been three or four hours since he left.

Is that all?

Zhou Quan's brows furrowed almost imperceptibly.

He has seen far too many young people.

Those who are capable, and those who are not.

Down-to-earth, flamboyant.

There are quite a few people like Lin Yu who are eager to show off.

However, being eager to show off often means having an unstable foundation and acting rashly.

What does the mayor value?

It's a problem-solving approach! It's a well-thought-out solution!

Not at the speed at which you write furiously!

Zhou Quan couldn't help but feel a little dissatisfied.

It seems I'm still too young.

Mayor Liang may have just mentioned it casually, but this kid took it as a royal decree and rushed over to claim credit.

I'm afraid what he'll write will be nothing more than clichéd praises and eulogies.

"Is it finished?" he asked, his tone already carrying a hint of detachment.

"It's finished." Lin Yu handed over the few pages of manuscript paper with both hands.

Zhou Quan did not answer immediately.

His gaze lingered on Lin Yu's overly young and calm face for two seconds before he reached out and took the report.

The paper was thin and didn't weigh much.

He intended to just glance at it briefly and then find an excuse to send Lin Yu away.

But when his gaze fell on the headline, the words he had prepared instantly stuck in his throat.

Some Reflections on the Structural Economic Problems of Our City Exposed by the "Textile Factory Incident"

Ok?

Zhou Quan's gaze sharpened slightly.

This title...

It was not the "Summary of Experiences on Successfully Resolving Mass Incidents in Textile Factories" that he had imagined.

interesting.

He suppressed the strange feeling in his heart and turned to the first page.

"...According to incomplete estimates, the city's textile factory currently has over three million in inventory, while its bank loans and triangular debts total an estimated eight million. Essentially, it is already insolvent and in a de facto state of bankruptcy..."

Zhou Quan's breathing paused for a moment.

This number is almost identical to the internal data he possesses!

How did this kid know? Did he just guess?

He continued reading.

"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..."

"Secondly, it set a dangerous precedent that workers could save themselves by 'privately dividing' factory assets..."

"Thirdly...this spontaneous and unregulated mobile vendor model is extremely prone to...social management problems."

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

"boom!"

Zhou Quan felt as if something had exploded in his mind.

He suddenly raised his head and stared intently at Lin Yu in front of him.

Is this...is this kid being self-critical?

He criticized the "merits" he had made yesterday as worthless!

Zhou Quan's heart began to race. He had a strong premonition that the contents of this report would be absolutely shocking.

His knuckles were slightly white from gripping the paper tightly.