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

Chapter 80 Old Liang, I finally understand your happiness!

the next day.

Lin Yu arrived at the office feeling refreshed and continued his plagiarism spree.

He crossed his legs, humming a little tune, and wielded his Hero brand fountain pen as fast as a sewing machine needle.

On the manuscript paper, the plot of "Battle Through the Heavens: The Return of the Medicine King" is advancing with overwhelming force.

"Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river; never underestimate a young person's potential!"

"My son, Wang Teng, has the bearing of an emperor!"

"This child must not be allowed to live!"

Classic scenes of showing off and getting slapped in the face are given new life in his writing.

Lin Yu wrote with great enthusiasm, as if he were the originator of the "annulment of engagement" genre.

That chosen one who is about to achieve financial freedom through his writing fees, then pack up and leave, keeping his achievements hidden.

Hehehehehe....

He was too engrossed.

So much so that they didn't even notice that the office door had been casually pushed open a crack by Secretary Liu.

Then, Secretary Liu "inadvertently" tripped over her own foot at the door.

The documents in my hand scattered all over the floor with a "whoosh".

Among them were several pages of manuscripts that he had "inadvertently" taken from Lin Yu's desk.

Those few pages of paper, just like that, "inadvertently" drifted to the very center of the corridor.

Then, Secretary Liu "casually" answered a phone call and hurriedly ran off, even "forgetting" to pick up the documents on the ground.

The entire process was smooth and seamless.

...

a few days later.

City Hall canteen.

Lin Yu carried his tray, found a seat by the window, and happily ate his free lunch of four dishes and a soup.

In the past few days, he has already written nearly 100,000 words of his novel.

He felt that he was one step closer to his dream of going south to seek his fortune.

Once the Canton Fair incident happens, I'll use this royalties to travel to Shenzhen and buy a few buildings...

Life is truly full of wonderful expectations!

just.

The atmosphere in the cafeteria today seems a bit strange.

He always felt that countless gazes were converging on him from all directions.

Those gazes were filled with complex emotions.

There was admiration, curiosity, worship, and even a hint of... fanaticism?

What's going on?

Lin Yu picked up a piece of braised pork, stuffed it into his mouth, and began to have some doubts.

Could it be that my "salted fish" spirit of leaving get off work on time for several days in a row and never working overtime moved these "cash cows"?

How can we make them realize their mistakes and decide to collectively learn from us?

Well, very likely.

Just then.

A few people walked in through the cafeteria entrance.

The one leading the group was Lao Zhang from the Municipal Bureau of Culture.

A middle-aged man with slicked-back hair and a perpetually professional fake smile on his face.

He was accompanied by the president of the Hanjiang Daily and the president of the Literature and Art Publishing House.

As soon as the group entered, they spotted Lin Yu.

Then, under the watchful eyes of all the canteen staff, she walked straight toward him.

Lin Yu frowned.

An extremely ominous premonition instantly enveloped his entire body.

He subconsciously turned his head to look for Secretary Liu.

really.

At a nearby table, Secretary Liu was engrossed in eating, her head practically disappearing into the plate.

Sitting next to him were several young colleagues from the municipal government office, pointing and whispering in his direction.

Finish the calf!

Oh no! Some treacherous subjects are trying to harm me!

Lin Yu's heart skipped a beat.

"Consultant Kobayashi! Oh, I've finally found you!"

Old Zhang from the Cultural Bureau arrived, but his voice preceded his arrival.

He rushed to Lin Yu, his old face beaming with excitement and flattery.

"Consultant Kobayashi, you are truly a prodigy of the Han River region!"

Lin Yu: "..."

He forced out a smile that looked worse than a grimace.

He had a premonition.

Something might have happened.

"Old Zhang, what's up?"

"Something terrible has happened! Something incredibly important! Something wonderful has happened!"

Old Zhang excitedly slapped his thigh, then turned around abruptly and waved to the two club presidents behind him.

"Come here quickly! This is the literary genius I've been telling you about, Comrade Lin Yu, a talent that appears only once in a century on the Han River!"

The two club presidents also rushed over excitedly, looking at Lin Yu as if he were a living god of wealth.

Lin Yu's eye began to twitch violently.

He looked in the direction of Secretary Liu, his eyes filled with scrutiny and suspicion.

Secretary Liu seemed to have eyes in the back of her head; she shuddered and lowered her head even further.

Then, pretending to look away, he turned his head and looked towards Old Zhang.

Old Zhang understood, immediately cleared his throat, and began his passionate report.

"Advisor Kobayashi! You don't understand!"

He pulled a book out of his pocket as if by magic.

That familiar, simple yet powerful cover design.

The book title, with its flamboyant and exaggerated style, exudes a strong sense of adolescent angst.

—Battle Through the Heavens: The Return of the Medicine King

boom!

Lin Yu felt as if his skull had been cleaved open.

"At first," Old Zhang said, pointing to the book, his voice trembling with excitement, "we were just thinking of responding to the city's call to find some work for our brother units below us, so we could have something to eat."

"After all, I just wanted to do some work!"

"Who would have thought!"

Old Zhang's voice suddenly rose eight octaves!

"Who the hell could have imagined it would become a hit! This is actually a hit?!"

He held the book and waved it vigorously in the air, as if waving a victory flag.

"Consultant Kobayashi! Our first print run of 5,000 copies of your book sold out in just one day! In just one day!"

"We printed an additional 20,000 copies overnight! Now, not only in Hanjiang, but also in Jiangcheng and the provincial capital, bookstores are calling us, begging us to supply them!"

"Genius! You are a genius!"

Old Zhang's spittle sprayed all over Lin Yu's face.

Finally, he patted Lin Yu's shoulder heavily and shouted in an almost lamenting tone:

"Consultant Kobayashi! You are the cultural icon of the Han River!"

After he finished speaking, he turned around and gave a thumbs-up in the direction of Secretary Liu.

"Secretary Liu, you've done a tremendous job this time! If it weren't for your discerning eye, Hanjiang would have almost missed out on such a brilliant scholar, a true genius descended from heaven!"

The entire cafeteria was completely silent.

All eyes were focused on Lin Yu's face, which had become completely frozen.

Lin Yu slowly, very slowly, raised his hand and wiped the spittle off his face.

He felt like he wasn't eating.

They're eating shit.

It’s over.

It's all over.

Why resign and go into business?

What about going south to pan for gold?

What big villa? A small Mercedes.

Now, I've become the "cultural icon" of the Han River?

This business card is fucking humiliating!