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

Lin Yu sat in his office.

The brand-new Hero brand fountain pen in his hand was flying wildly across the manuscript paper.

The plot of "Battle Through the Heavens: The Return of the Medicine King" has entered its first minor climax.

The protagonist, Xiao Yan—or rather, Wang Teng—after being jilted at the altar, encounters the Medicine King and embarks on a path of defying fate!

Lin Yu was writing with great passion, and a familiar, eerie smile unconsciously crept onto his lips.

just.

As he wrote, his hand movements gradually slowed down.

Not right.

The more I wrote, the more something felt off.

Gan!

Who the hell am I? Where the hell am I? What the hell am I doing?

Lao Tzu was reborn because he resigned from his job, went into business, and went to the south to chase the spring breeze of reform and opening up!

How come I've become a ghostwriter working for the Municipal Bureau of Culture now?

And it's getting more and more popular the more I write about it!

I received the royalties and gained fame, but this was completely contrary to my original plan!

Can anyone fucking tell me why things turned out this way?!

Lin Yu irritably threw his pen on the table.

Ink splattered on the manuscript paper, ruining a small part of the plot.

Forget it.

If it's ruined, it's ruined.

He leaned back in his chair, gazing out the window.

There's been absolutely no news from the Canton Fair.

Qin Fugui, that simpleton, and those factory managers, it's like they've vanished into thin air; they haven't even made a phone call.

Logically speaking, if those "experts" had discovered anything amiss, Li Dakang should have received the news long ago.

But now, all is calm.

When Li Dakang saw him recently, he always had a kind expression that said, "You've worked hard. Keep writing your book and bring glory to the Han River."

Secretary Liu treated him like a god of literature descended from heaven, serving him tea and water every day, showing concern for his well-being, and practically offering him incense.

The entire city hall was peaceful and harmonious.

but.

No news is good news.

Lin Yu could only console himself with this thought.

This proves that those foreign trade experts were all shills! They couldn't see the "true purpose" of those products at all!

This also shows that Qin Fugui and his team have successfully presented those "weapons of mass destruction" to merchants all over the world!

As long as there is one buyer who is either blind to the potential or exceptionally discerning, they will sign the order.

Then I've planted this time bomb within myself!

At that moment, a deafening explosion!

What a load of rubbish about a cultural icon! What a load of rubbish about a role model for youth!

Compared to the heinous crime of "illegally manufacturing weapons," all of that is insignificant!

When that happens, Li Dakang will have nowhere to turn to cry!

That old fox Liang Wenyuan could only watch helplessly!

And I, Lin Yu, can then legitimately resign to take responsibility!

Hehehehehe…

Thinking about this, Lin Yu's mood improved dramatically.

He picked up his pen again, looked at the ink-stained paper, and shook his head.

Okay, that's enough for today.

4:59 PM.

Lin Yu glanced at the clock on the wall and began to pack his things.

It's exactly five o'clock.

He blew on the ink stains on the few pages of manuscript paper he had just written on the table and patted them with satisfaction.

Thankfully, everything is under control.

He picked up his coat, pushed open the door, and left with a flourish under the adoring yet ardent gaze of Secretary Liu.

I leave work on time.

This is what life should be like.

...

at the same time.

Thousands of miles away, in Guangzhou.

The Canton Fair was bustling with activity, and flags from all over the world fluttered in the breeze.

Qin Fugui stood in the corner of the "Jianghan Joint Exhibition Booth," his palms sweaty.

Beside him were several of Hanjiang's "flagship products".

Each of these special steel pipes is gleaming and has "high-efficiency flow guiding threads" engraved inside.

A powerful and robust tractor with thick steel plates welded to the front and cab, and several "ventilation vents".

There are also several round, new-style gas cylinders with an additional honeycomb-shaped "explosion-proof pre-fragmented layer" on the outside.

Looking at the things he had personally led people to create, Qin Fugui felt a mix of emotions.

On the one hand, he felt incredibly proud of himself and the workers of the Han River for perfectly executing Advisor Lin's "genius idea".

On the other hand, he felt that this thing looked strange no matter how he looked at it.

In particular, when he saw the Jiangcheng booth next door.

What are they exhibiting?

The latest clothing styles, innovative home appliances, beautifully packaged food…

Customers came in droves, and the pen never stopped signing contracts.

Li Datou and Wang Jianguo, who came from Jiangcheng, are now dressed in suits and ties, looking very respectable. They are chatting enthusiastically with a blond, blue-eyed foreigner in broken English.

Let's look at our own side again.

It was deserted and quiet, with hardly anyone visiting.

Occasionally, a few merchants would pass by, casting glances filled with curiosity, confusion, and a hint of...looking at an idiot.

Qin Fugui felt his face burning.

He couldn't help but start to question the meaning of life.

Will the solution provided by consultant Kobayashi really work?

Rifling is engraved inside the steel pipe...

Add steel plates to the tractor...

Adding shrapnel to a gas cylinder...

Can this thing really be sold?

Forget about selling it, not a single person has even come up to ask about the price yet!

Those experts from the provinces came, circled around their products a few times, and then made an excuse to go to Jiangcheng to "guide the work," and never came back.

Qin Fugui's heart sank little by little.

It’s over.

We're going to embarrass Advisor Lin.

We're going to embarrass Mayor Li.

We've disgraced the millions of people along the Han River!

The more he thought about it, the more upset and frustrated he became, and his eyes even turned a little red.

Just as he was feeling dejected and preparing to find a place to smoke a cigarette and calm down,

A figure stopped in front of his booth.

Qin Fugui subconsciously raised his head.

The newcomer was dressed in a white robe, with a distinctive headscarf wrapped around his head, a thick mustache, and a string of beads in his hand.

His deep-set eyes and high nose bridge clearly indicated his foreign origin.

From the Middle East?

Qin Fugui's heart skipped a beat.

He recalled what Advisor Kobayashi had emphasized at the mobilization meeting: "the big dog owners in the Middle East."

The man walked around the tractor, which looked like a cheap, low-end armored vehicle.

He reached out and tapped the thick steel plate, which produced a dull "clang" sound.

Then, he walked over to the steel pipe samples, picked one up, held it up to the light, squinted, and peered inside.

Finally, his gaze fell on the gas cylinders that had been fitted with "explosion-proof pre-fragmented layers".

He looked at it very carefully.

Very serious.

Qin Fugui's heart was in his throat.

He nervously swallowed.

at last.

The man put down what he was holding, turned around, and looked at Qin Fugui.

His face was expressionless.

But a strange light, which Qin Fugui couldn't understand, flashed in those deep eyes.

Then he spoke.

A voice speaking Mandarin with a heavy accent, but still quite fluent, rang out clearly amidst the noisy exhibition.

"Hey buddy, are you selling this stuff?"