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

Sell.

Why aren't you selling it!

As long as he gets money, Qin Fugui would sell himself, let alone anything else!

One second I felt like I was in an ice cave, but the next I felt a warm current rushing from the soles of my feet to the top of my head!

He looked at the "big dog" from the Middle East in front of him with eyes as fiery as if he had seen his long-lost father.

My own father!

This is the father of my mother, who is from a foreign land!

"Sell! Sell! Of course, sell!" Qin Fugui rubbed his hands excitedly, his face beaming with a simple yet enthusiastic smile, his bright white teeth gleaming under the exhibition lights.

He grabbed the nouveau riche named Abdullah and led him to the gleaming special steel pipe, pointing to the inside of the pipe as if showing off a treasure.

"Hey buddy, look, do you see the patterns here?"

Abdullah squinted and looked in the direction he was pointing. A faint, almost imperceptible light flashed in his deep eyes.

"We call this 'high-efficiency flow guiding thread'!" Qin Fugui explained enthusiastically, reciting the same explanation verbatim. "The water flows inside and rotates! Rotation, you understand? That creates centrifugal force! The flow rate, 'whoosh,' jumps up! Efficiency! That's efficiency!"

Abdullah listened and nodded thoughtfully.

Then, his gaze fell on the imposing tractor.

"We call this the 'Enhanced Safety Agricultural Tractor'!" Qin Fugui patted the thick steel plate, making a loud "bang, bang" sound. "Durable! Resistant... C! Look at this ventilation opening, what a great design! In our area, there's a lot of wind and sand, this thing is perfect!"

Abdullah walked around the tractor, tapped the steel plate, and peered into the cab through the so-called "ventilation vent".

Finally, he walked up to the round gas cylinders.

"And this too! The latest safety standard!" Qin Fugui's voice was filled with pride. "This outer layer is called a 'blast-resistant pre-fragmentation layer'! In case—and I mean in case—an accident occurs, it can effectively reduce the blast force and protect the lives and property of the people!"

Abdullah reached out and gently stroked the honeycomb-like outer shell, his fingers slowly tracing the pre-made patterns.

His face remained expressionless.

But Qin Fugui read a hint of appreciation, a hint of admiration, and a hint of... "I understand" in his deep eyes!

At this moment, Qin Fugui was almost moved to tears.

I knew it!

I'll fucking say it!

Our consultant, Xiao Lin, is seen as a god of wealth and a living bodhisattva by the people of Jiangcheng. How could he be undeserving of such a reputation!

It's not that the product is bad!

The world lacks eyes to see beauty! It lacks a kindred spirit who can appreciate this avant-garde design!

"These things," Abdullah finally spoke, pointing to all the samples on the display stand, "I want them all."

"And," he paused, holding up one finger, "I want as many as you have."

boom!

Qin Fugui's mind went blank.

He felt like he was dreaming.

There was no bargaining.

There was no petty calculation.

They didn't even ask the price!

Is this the kind of audacity a big shot has?

That's fucking arrogant!

There's nothing to explain or dwell on right now.

Sign the contract!

When Qin Fugui's hands trembled as he signed his name on the contract, and saw the long string of zeros after the amount, he was deeply moved.

One-tenth of a small goal!

His tears, which he could no longer hold back, streamed down his face.

...

night.

In a cheap guesthouse in Guangzhou.

Li Datou and Wang Jianguo were excitedly boasting about their achievements that day.

"We closed three deals today! All from Europe! Our clothes are just so popular!"

"I've landed a big client too! Home appliances are selling like hotcakes!"

After the two finished boasting, they remembered Qin Fugui, who had been silently standing in the corner the whole time.

"Hey, Lao Qin, how's it going over there? Have you opened yet?" Li Datou asked in a tone tinged with sympathy.

Wang Jianguo chimed in, "It's alright, Lao Qin, don't be discouraged. Your stuff... is indeed a bit ahead of its time; most people can't appreciate it."

They had barely finished speaking.

Then Qin Fugui suddenly raised his head, his weathered face already streaked with tears.

"Waaah—"

He, he, he couldn't help but cry again.

Li Datou and Wang Jianguo exchanged a glance, their hearts sinking.

This guy must have been traumatized and gone crazy.

"Old Qin, it's not that bad, it's not that bad! If you can't sell them, you can't sell them! Let's go back to Nanjiang, no one will laugh at you!" Li Datou quickly stepped forward to comfort him.

however.

Qin Fugui shoved him aside and slammed the still-scented contract heavily onto the table.

"Who the hell said I can't sell them!"

He pointed to the amount on the contract and shouted in a hoarse, tearful voice.

"Open your dog eyes and look! What is this?!"

Li Datou and Wang Jianguo went over to join them.

When they saw the astronomical figure on the contract.

The entire room fell silent instantly.

Their mouths slowly opened, wide enough to fit an egg.

"This...this..."

"Advisor Lin..." Qin Fugui choked up, his voice filled with boundless gratitude and admiration, "He is truly a god!"

...

The next day, the Han River.

Lin Yu received no news from the Canton Fair.

Instead, his office door was kicked open once again.

"Bang!"

Old Zhang from the Cultural Bureau rushed in like a gust of wind, his old face, covered in chrysanthemums, filled with ecstasy and worship.

"Advisor Kobayashi! Fantastic news! Fantastic news indeed!"

Lin Yu was pondering the later plot of the novel when he was startled and frowned impatiently.

"What's wrong now?"

"It's a hit! It's a hit! It's a complete hit!" Old Zhang was so excited that he danced around, pulling out the copy of "Battle Through the Heavens: The Return of the Medicine King" that he had been handling so much that it was almost worn smooth.

"Your book is now being snapped up not just in our Han River region, not just in the provincial capital! It's happening all over the country! Bookstores across the country are fighting over it!"

"The publisher's phones are ringing off the hook! The printing presses are running 24/7! They're fucking overwhelmed with demand!"

Lin Yu: "..."

He felt a throbbing sensation in his temples.

This is fucking wrong!

"And there's more! And there's more!" Old Zhang exclaimed, his voice rising eight octaves, as if he'd been injected with adrenaline. "Just now! Just now! Director Luo from the Provincial Party Committee personally called Mayor Li!"

"No! It was the top official in the province! He personally called Mayor Li!"

"Do you know why?" Old Zhang's eyes shone like a two-thousand-watt light bulb.

"It's all because of your book!"

"The top leader said, 'What era are we in now? Economic transition! Massive layoffs! So many people are lost, distressed, and directionless!'"

"Your book has appeared out of nowhere! The saying 'Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river; never underestimate a young person's potential!' has brought hope and spiritual encouragement to so many people!"

"This is no longer just a simple novel! It's a major achievement in building a socialist spiritual civilization! It's a shot in the arm for our entire society!"

Old Zhang became more and more excited as he spoke, and the look in his eyes when he looked at Lin Yu could no longer be described as mere admiration.

That's looking at God.

Look at a living, walking, and writing Wenquxing!

He felt it necessary to explain the significance of this matter to their advisor, Kobayashi.

He thought that Advisor Lin would feel the same immense honor as him for this recognition from the highest level.

however.

Lin Yu simply stared at him expressionlessly, at his face flushed with excitement.

He felt no joy whatsoever.

He asked slowly in return.

"And what about the royalties?"

How much is the payment for the article?

"How long will it take to ship?"