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

Zhou Quan's fingers almost crushed the thin pages of manuscript paper.

He looked up and when he looked at Lin Yu again, his eyes had completely changed.

It was an extremely complex look in his eyes, containing surprise and doubt.

But more than anything, it was the shock of discovering a rare treasure.

This is hardly some kind of fabricated work by young people trying to claim credit.

This is clearly a scalpel!

Precise and sharp, it targets the deepest cancer in the city's economic body!

Bankruptcy liquidation, re-employment fund, free trade zone, support for private enterprises... each word was like a bombshell, exploding in the mind of this mayor's secretary.

These ideas are too bold, too outrageous, and even somewhat "rebellious".

But Zhou Quan knew better than anyone else what Mayor Liang was worried about that kept him up at night.

Aren't they just these half-dead state-owned factories?

If we try to save them, it's a bottomless pit; if we try to shut them down, what will happen to the livelihoods of hundreds of thousands of industrial workers?

Stability is paramount; no one dares to stir up this hornet's nest.

Everyone is wallpapering, decorating, and waiting.

Only this young man in front of us flipped the table, pointed to the messy table, and said: Stop eating, the pot is broken, we need to get a new pot and start the meal again.

This is no longer simply "solving a problem," it's about providing a completely new set of "rules of the game."

This report is the "guideline" that Mayor Liang has been desperately seeking but dared not utter aloud!

Zhou Quan's back instantly broke out in a cold sweat.

He realized that what he held in his hands was not a report, but a blueprint that could change the future of the city.

He couldn't sit still any longer.

"You wait."

Zhou Quan uttered those three words with an unprecedented solemnity in his voice.

He grabbed the report, not even bothering to straighten his clothes, before opening the door and hurrying away, leaving Lin Yu alone in the empty and tidy office.

Lin Yu looked at the closed door and breathed a long sigh of relief.

I went.

I finally went.

He could almost imagine what would happen next. Zhou Quan presented this "treasonous" report, and Mayor Liang, who was extremely busy, took a moment to read it. He was furious, slammed his fist on the table, and shouted, "Who wrote this? His thinking is flawed! His stance is wavering! Bring him here!"

Then, one can be criticized, demoted, marginalized, and finally kicked out of this suffocating system in a perfectly logical way.

Next, the sky's the limit for birds to fly and the sea's the limit for fish to leap.

Here I come for my small goal!

He leaned against Zhou Quan's spotless desk, feeling more relaxed than ever before.

He even had the leisure to look around the office; compared to his own workplace, which resembled a vegetable market, this place was simply paradise.

Unfortunately, I will soon be leaving this place to embrace the wider world.

Waiting time always seems to take an exceptionally long time.

Lin Yu went from being confident at the beginning to having some doubts later on.

Why did it take you so long?

Logically speaking, approving a "reactionary" report is just a matter of a leader writing down "Nonsense, deal with seriously" in a stroke of his pen, right? Is Mayor Liang too busy to have time to look at it yet?

Just as he was lost in thought, the office door opened.

Zhou Quan is back.

He stood at the door, not coming in immediately, but just looking at Lin Yu.

Lin Yu's heart skipped a beat.

Not right.

Zhou Quan's expression was different from when he left.

If his face was filled with shock and solemnity just now, that solemnity is still there, but there is something else in it now.

It was a kind of... solemnity.

It was as if he wasn't facing a junior clerk in his early twenties, but a distinguished guest whom he needed to treat seriously, or even... a powerful and unassuming figure.

Zhou Quan walked in, his footsteps very light.

He walked up to Lin Yu, not looking down at him, but looking him in the eye.

"Come on, the mayor wants to see you."

His voice wasn't loud, and each word was spoken clearly and steadily, but the information he conveyed was like a heavy hammer, slamming into Lin Yu's skull.

The relaxed and carefree expression on Lin Yu's face instantly froze.

He felt something was wrong with his ears; they were ringing.

What?

The mayor wants to see me?

Shouldn't the disciplinary committee members have spoken to me first? That's not how the script was written!

His mind raced, trying to grasp the logic. Could it be… the mayor thought the report was too outrageous and wanted to reprimand him publicly? Yes, that must be it! To make an example of him, he needed to be criticized in public!

But when he looked at Zhou Quan's face, there wasn't a trace of schadenfreude on it, like someone looking forward to watching a good show of killing a chicken.

It was a very pure, businesslike solemnity.

Lin Yu's heart began to sink inch by inch, until it reached the bottom of a cold, bone-chilling valley.

An extremely ominous and absurd thought uncontrollably surfaced from the depths of his mind.

No way.

No way?

Could it be?!

Could it be that my report, which is intended to self-destruct and court death, has been regarded as some kind of wise policy for governing the world?

Can this world ever get any better?

He felt that he was not on the path to a glorious resignation, but rather that an invisible hand had suddenly pushed him onto a golden road that he had always dreamed of avoiding, and it was an express-delivery one at that.

"Comrade Lin Yu?"

Seeing that he didn't react for a long time and just stood there with a pale face, Zhou Quan called out again, his tone even carrying a hint of questioning.

Lin Yu shuddered, finally snapping out of the turmoil in his heart.

He stiffly turned his head, looked at Zhou Quan, and squeezed out two words through gritted teeth.

"……OK."