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

On his way to the mayor's office, Lin Yu was absent-minded.

The feeling wasn't like going to see a leader, but more like being escorted to the execution ground.

No, it was even worse than being executed.

At least going to the execution ground meant a quick and painless death.

The way they're doing it now is clearly to put him on the fire and slowly roast him over a low flame until he's crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, roasting him into a shape that everyone likes.

Zhou Quan led the way, whispering instructions as he walked.

"...The mayor values ​​practicality and dislikes empty talk and platitudes, so just tell the truth..."

"...When you answer questions later, be concise and to the point..."

Lin Yu didn't hear a single word.

Only one thought echoed wildly in his mind: It's over, it's over, this time it's completely over.

He was reborn with a mind full of development plans for the next few decades and countless golden ideas for getting rich.

He was thinking of resigning, going into business, becoming a trendsetter in the tide of the times, making a hundred million, and then living a carefree life.

But now?

Resignation letters are seen as a crooked or unethical practice.

Inciting trouble was seen as courageous and resourceful.

A nonsensical self-disclosure report is now being presented to the mayor for his "personal review."

What the hell is this?!

Lin Yu felt like a suicide attempter desperately trying to jump off a cliff, only to be rescued each time by a group of enthusiastic people who would risk their lives to save him. They would then hang big red flowers around his neck with the words "Heroic Act" and "Cherish Life," and parade him through the streets with drums and gongs.

The frustration and absurdity of this situation are simply indescribable.

"arrive."

Zhou Quan's voice interrupted his reverie.

In front of a heavy wooden door, Zhou Quan knocked three times lightly, then pushed the door open and made a "please" gesture.

Lin Yu took a deep breath and stepped inside.

The office was large and clean, exuding a simple yet dignified air.

An elderly man with gray hair but a sprightly spirit was sitting behind a large desk, looking down at a document.

Lin Yu recognized the document at a glance; it was the very same few pages of manuscript he had just written.

he came.

He arrived with his "plan to court death".

Lin Yu stood in front of his desk, and his mind calmed down.

Come on, destroy it, hurry up and do it.

Liang Wenyuan, the mayor who held the fate of the city's million residents in his hands, finally slowly raised his head.

He didn't speak, but looked Lin Yu up and down carefully.

Lin Yu felt the air in the office grow heavier.

Finally, Liang Wenyuan spoke, uttering only three words.

"Okay, okay, okay."

Lin Yu's mind went blank for a moment, as if a buzz had gone off.

What is that?

it is good?

Where is it good?

My report is full of bankruptcy and privatization; it's practically shouting that we're going to take the capitalist road. You're telling me this is okay?

Liang Wenyuan put down the manuscript paper in his hand, leaned forward slightly, and placed his ten fingers interlaced on the table.

"I'd heard before that a young man had come to the Municipal Party Committee Office; he was not only imaginative but also daring. After reading your work today, I found it even more... interesting than what I'd heard."

Lin Yu's throat was dry, and he forced a smile that looked worse than a grimace.

"Mayor Liang, you flatter me. I was just thinking randomly, just thinking randomly."

He desperately tried to justify himself, attempting to steer the matter towards the conclusion that "young people are ignorant and talking nonsense."

But Liang Wenyuan completely ignored his comment.

He picked up the report and tapped on it with his finger.

"This report is quite interesting. Everyone else is thinking about how to bail out the textile factory and how to appease the workers, but you, right off the bat, are going to put it into 'bankruptcy liquidation'."

He lifted his eyelids and looked at Lin Yu.

"Tell me, why?"

coming!

Here comes a potentially disastrous question!

Lin Yu's heart skipped a beat. He knew this was his last chance.

If he shows even the slightest hesitation, guilt, or simply admits that he was talking nonsense, this matter might just pass.

But then he thought, why should he?

Do you think I, a time traveler, can be controlled by a bunch of old fogies?

Since you insist on pushing me to the brink, don't blame me for flipping the table!

Lin Yu made up his mind and decided to stop pretending altogether.

"Because without destruction, there can be no construction."

He raised his head and looked directly at Liang Wenyuan.

"No matter how nicely you paint a company from the outside or how much money you inject into it, it will still be a mess. The longer you drag it out, the bigger the hole will become, and in the end, it will only bankrupt the entire company. It's better to cut it off now than to suffer a long pain. It's better for everyone to revitalize its assets and properly resettle its people."

After he finished speaking, the entire office fell into a deathly silence.

Zhou Quan stood to the side, his eyelids twitching uncontrollably.

He had brought countless people to see the mayor, but he had never seen a young man in his early twenties dare to speak to the mayor in such a tone.

Is this kid truly fearless, or... does he really have the confidence to back it up?

Liang Wenyuan's expression remained unchanged as he continued to ask.

"So what's your idea behind this 'small commodities free trade zone'?"

"It's better to guide than to block." Lin Yu had gone all in. Those overused business theories from later generations, when uttered by him, carried a thunderous force. "Layoffs are an unstoppable tide. People need to eat; you can't just confine everyone. If they spontaneously set up stalls, and you try to arrest and drive them away, what will happen? The conflicts will only escalate, and the management costs will rise. It's better to designate a specific area and let them operate openly. Collect some management fees, and keep sanitation and security under control. Wouldn't that turn the chaotic 'black water' into a 'living water' that we can control and tax?"

Lin Yu became more and more fluent as he spoke, and even forgot his original purpose.

He poured out all the later generations' views on how the night market economy and street vendor economy promoted urban vitality and solved the problem of low-level employment.

After he finished speaking, he realized that he had "talked too much" again.

He looked at Liang Wenyuan with some trepidation, awaiting the final judgment.

Liang Wenyuan remained silent.

He leaned back in his chair, remaining silent for a long time, his fingers unconsciously tapping lightly on the table, making a "tap, tap, tap" sound.

Each sound seemed to strike Lin Yu's heart.

Oh no, this time I've blown my own horn way too much.

This theory is utterly heretical in this era.

Just as Lin Yu felt like he was about to suffocate, Liang Wenyuan suddenly laughed.

It was a genuine laugh, tinged with appreciation and a touch of wistfulness.

"Interesting, very interesting."

He looked at Lin Yu as if he were looking at a piece of uncut jade.

"Young man, your ideas are bold and forward-thinking. But all talk and no action is just empty talk."

Lin Yu's heart sank.

Liang Wenyuan continued, "Your report raises very sharp questions and offers very bold solutions. In principle, I agree with your line of thinking."

Lin Yu's eyes widened instantly.

agree?

Agree in principle?

What the hell is this plot twist?

Liang Wenyuan seemed oblivious to his horrified expression. He picked up the red telephone on the table and dialed a number.

"Hello, is this Lao Zhang? This is Liang Wenyuan."

"Please inform the Industry and Commerce Bureau, Urban Management Bureau, Tax Bureau, Public Security Bureau, and your Commission for Restructuring the Economic System to come to my office for a meeting at 9:00 AM tomorrow."

"The topic..."

Liang Wenyuan put down the phone, picked up Lin Yu's report, and his gaze fell back on him, a meaningful smile curving his lips.

"The topic is to study the feasibility of establishing a 'small commodity night market' on a pilot basis in our city."

After saying that, he gave the final instruction to Lin Yu, who had completely turned to stone.

"You will also participate. You will present the report you wrote."