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

"Payment for the article?"

How much is the payment for the article?

"How long will it take to ship?"

Three questions in a row.

It was like three resounding slaps to Old Zhang's smiling face, which was beaming like a chrysanthemum.

The ecstasy on his face froze.

The adoration in his eyes froze.

In that instant, the air in the entire office seemed to thin out.

Old Zhang stared, his mouth agape, his mind a little foggy.

This...this...

This art style is off!

Shouldn't they be excitedly shaking my hand, tears welling in their eyes, and declaring that they will never let down the city and province's expectations and will create more and better spiritual nourishment for the people?

Shouldn't they humbly wave their hand and say that this is what they should do as a member of the Han River community?

Why are you asking about money?

And you asked that question with such self-righteousness! So vulgar!

Old Zhang suddenly recalled the earnest words of advice that Mayor Li Dakang had given him a few days earlier.

"Xiao Zhang, our consultant Xiao Lin is a thoughtful, ambitious young man who has transcended vulgar tastes."

"He doesn't value money much."

"So, let's not make this royalties issue so vulgar. The city's finances are tight, you know."

"If he asks, just say the process is slow. We're a government agency, so it's normal for settlements to be a little slow."

"Ten days or half a month, ten months or a year, that's not impossible either."

"In short, one word: no way you're getting the money right now!"

At the time, Lao Zhang still believed the mayor's words without a doubt.

After all, how could a great talent who could write such a famous line as "Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river" be an ordinary person?

Now it seems...

Mayor, you're the real genius!

Old Zhang wiped non-existent sweat from his forehead, his expression turning somewhat guilty and embarrassed.

He stammered, "Mr... Mr. Lin, you see, you're now a cultural icon of the Han River region, a role model for young people... Talking about money is so hurtful..."

Lin Yu looked at him.

"Where's the money?"

It's still those two words.

Cold, resolute, devoid of any emotion.

Old Zhang broke out in a cold sweat.

"Yes! Yes! Definitely!" He quickly nodded and bowed. "The city has already approved it, and it's going through the process! As you know, we're a municipal government agency, and this amount is huge. The finance department needs to review it, sign it, and stamp it... layer by layer, it can't be rushed."

"How long?" Lin Yu's patience was being worn down little by little.

"Soon! Soon! Almost there!" Old Zhang mumbled, his eyes darting around. "This... ten days to half a month... it should... it should be about right..."

Looking at Old Zhang's demeanor, Lin Yu immediately understood.

Damn it!

It's Li Dakang again!

That old fox!

Knowing that he was writing the book to earn start-up capital, he simply withheld the money!

And they use such a high-sounding excuse that leaves no room for anyone to lash out!

Delayed, gradual, and orderly development?

I'm talking to you like a fool!

Lin Yu felt a surge of evil fire rush from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.

But he just couldn't send it.

What could he say?

Why are you deducting my money?

To everyone else, Lin Yu is now a municipal government advisor, a cultural figure on the Han River, and a role model for young people praised by provincial leaders.

Would you really risk a falling out with the city government over a little money for your writing?

The way they ate was so unsightly.

At that point, his public image will be completely ruined!

Li Dakang's move was so damn underhanded!

Shrimp and pork heart!

Lin Yu's chest heaved violently, and finally, slowly and weakly, he slumped back into the leather executive chair.

He looked up at the ceiling at a 45-degree angle; the office lights were somewhat glaring.

Her eyes seemed a little moist.

It’s over.

The initial capital for heading south to seek their fortune was gone.

Before his business empire even began, a corner of it had already collapsed.

Seeing that Lin Yu was silent, Old Zhang assumed that he had accepted the reality and breathed a long sigh of relief.

He felt it necessary to comfort this "wounded" genius again.

"Consultant Lin, don't worry, you'll definitely get your share of the money! The city has always been very supportive of outstanding talents like yourself! Just focus on your work, and we'll take care of everything else perfectly!"

After saying that, he put the brand-new copy of "Battle Through the Heavens: The Return of the Medicine King" on Lin Yu's desk, slipped away, and disappeared.

Lin Yu was left alone in the office again.

And then there's that lousy book that's incredibly popular but never brought in a single penny of royalties.

Lin Yu picked up the book and turned two pages.

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

"This child must not be allowed to live!"

Fuck you!

He irritably threw the book aside.

but.

Fortunately.

Fortunately.

Lin Yu took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.

His heart, which had sunk to the bottom, slowly struggled and rose a little higher.

Making money by writing books is just Plan B.

Their real trump card is the Canton Fair!

Although Liang Wenyuan, that old man, intervened and sent several experts over, there has been no progress for so many days.

What does this tell us?

That proves those experts are all incompetent!

This shows that Qin Fugui and his group have successfully presented those "weapons of mass destruction" to the world!

Once the order is signed!

As long as those "agricultural products" travel across the ocean!

As long as they fulfill their "true purpose" in foreign lands!

At that moment, a deafening explosion!

What a load of rubbish about cultural symbols!

What kind of bullshit role model for youth is this!

Compared to the heinous crime of "illegally manufacturing weapons and smuggling them out of the country," it's all utter nonsense!

Li Dakang and Liang Wenyuan, neither of them will escape!

As for me, Lin Yu, resigning to take responsibility is a matter of course!

The advantage lies with me!

Hehehehehe…

Thinking of this, Lin Yu's face, which looked as if his parents had died, once again blossomed into that familiar, perverse, and eerie smile of complete control.

The problem is not big.

It's just a little bit of weathering.

He had even started planning how to sue Hanjiang Literature and Art Publishing House in court after resigning to get his royalties back.

Not a single penny less!

Just then.

"Bang!"

The office door was once again slammed open by a tremendous force.

Lin Yu's smile froze on his face.

Who is it again!

Can't they even let a person have a peaceful dream?!

He looked up and glared angrily at the doorway.

Li Dakang walked in with his hands behind his back and a steady, official gait.

On his face was a kind and gratified smile, the kind that made Lin Yu want to punch him.

Behind him followed Secretary Liu, who was looking down and pretending to look at her toes.

Lin Yu's brows furrowed instantly.

not good.

What kind of trick is that old fox up to now?

"Consultant Kobayashi!" Li Dakang's voice was loud and friendly. "Still busy?"

Lin Yu twitched the corner of his mouth but didn't say anything.

"I just heard everything from Lao Zhang." Li Dakang walked over to him and sat down, his eyes full of concern that said, "I understand you."

"You're such an honest child! You've made such a great contribution to the city, how can you not ask for anything in return?"

"Don't worry! I've already spoken to the finance department about the payment! We'll handle this as a special case! We'll get the money to you as quickly as possible!"

Lin Yu suddenly raised his head and looked at Li Dakang in disbelief.

Has she changed her personality?

Has this old fox finally had a change of heart?

He actually wants to give me the money?

Could it be that my domineering aura has finally intimidated him?

However, Lin Yu's joy didn't last more than three seconds.

Li Dakang's next words were like a bucket of liquid nitrogen at minus 100 degrees Celsius, drenching him from head to toe.

"However," Li Dakang changed the subject, his old fox nature finally showing, "this sum of money is not small. It's not safe for a young person like you to handle it. Fortunately, the city is currently planning a new project."

He paused, looking at Lin Yu's face, which was gradually turning to stone, the curve of his lips becoming increasingly eerie.

"I was thinking, how about we use your royalties to help you invest in a company?"