In name only: The land of Handong, I shall rule its fate.

Office of the Executive Vice Governor.

"Executive Director Lin, wouldn't you be suspected of abusing your power and illegally seeking personal gain in personnel matters?"

Pan Lin sat back in her chair with her legs crossed, exuding an air of authority and elegance, and asked a question.

Lin Zhiyuan had a planning report in front of him: Opportunities, challenges and work suggestions for the development of the Internet in promoting sports culture.

This report was written by Lin Zhiyuan a couple of days ago after watching the game and was submitted to Yan Yan's department, but it ended up on his own desk.

"Forehead!"

Lin Zhiyuan cleverly defended himself, saying, "This report is based on Comrade Yan Yan's experience working in the higher-level propaganda department, and it also takes into account the influence of offline online traffic on the economy and culture, as well as offline sports competitions."

"I admit that some of my suggestions were included in it."

"But just because Comrade Yan Yan is my wife doesn't mean we can completely erase her personal contributions."

Pan Lin chuckled.

When Yan Yan first arrived, because of her Peking University background and interpersonal relationships, she was still highly regarded, even though Lin Zhiyuan had expressed his desire to take care of his family first.

But as time goes on...

Pan Lin noticed something was wrong. Yan Yan wasn't incompetent; she had excellent writing skills and completed basic tasks very well. However, she never touched any work outside her job responsibilities.

It's time to leave work.

She was the first one to run away with her bag. On her days off, she was either shopping or watching TV with Ouyang Jing, or learning flower arranging and baking with the governor's wife.

Asking her to write a special project report after watching a ball game for such a salted fish is less believable than saying the sky has fallen.

She dares to guarantee:

Apart from the signature, Yan Yan did not write a single word in the entire report herself.

"Then just tell me if it's possible or not?"

Lin Zhiyuan chose to give up treatment, and Yan Yan's personality was completely understood.

"Is this a matter of whether it can be done or not?"

Pan Lin finally smiled. "According to your... no, the plan, each of the thirteen cities in Handong will send one team. The regular season will be a single round-robin at home and away, so there will be 78 games, right? The knockout stage will have eight quarterfinals, the semifinals will be a double round-robin at home and away, and the final will be a single-elimination match, so there will be 13 games, right?"

"Training, competitions, and rest—it'll take at least seven or eight months to finish, won't it? We'll need someone to follow up long-term and allocate reporting resources, which will require a huge amount of funding!"

Pan Lin said a lot.

Finally, the true intentions were revealed.

"Executive Director Lin, you're the one who knows the propaganda department's budget best? We're really like a skilled cook without rice to cook."

The core idea is simple: money!

"Ten million, take it or leave it."

Lin Zhiyuan was straightforward: "No need to return the extra amount, and I won't make up for the shortfall."

Pan Lin made a mental calculation.

You can make money!

The provincial publicity department only needs to focus on publicity at the provincial level; the thirteen cities, including Jingzhou, should pay for their own publicity.

We can also attract sponsorships and do some business hedging!

This ten million…

You can earn at least eight million!

Yan Yan, this salted fish, was also taken away for training.

"OK!"

Pan Lin smiled brightly.

"I agree, and I will assign Comrade Yan Yan as the deputy leader and frontline person in charge of the relevant task force to handle the matter with full authority."

Lin Zhiyuan breathed a sigh of relief.

He survived, at least he didn't die young.

"Why!"

"Something's not right with you, Executive Director Lin."

Pan Lin's gaze swept over, landing on the thermos cup Lin Zhiyuan was holding in both hands, then moved to his face. His complexion was unnaturally pale, and there were faint dark circles under his eyes. "The office air conditioning is so high, Mr. Lin, are you feeling unwell?"

"I've got plenty of strength. Weak? Who's weak?!"

Lin Zhiyuan, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, raised his hand and slammed his fist on the desk, making a loud banging sound.

"Normal! Normal!"

"I can understand. Executive Director Lin is not young anymore. He has a demanding job, sits in the office for long periods of time, and has a young and beautiful wife who needs his care."

Pan Lin raised an eyebrow. "It's normal to be a little tired."

What does "a little tired" mean?

It was exhausting. The two days of rest were like hell; he was completely drained.

What can we do?

His wife calls him "Dear Senior".

But could he admit this to Pan Lin, that fierce and domineering woman? Absolutely not!

"Don't be in such a hurry, Executive Director Lin."

Pan Lin smiled even more happily.

Am I in a hurry?

Lin Zhiyuan blushed.

"I know an old traditional Chinese medicine doctor who can cure it."

Pan Lin's tone suddenly changed.

"Add another two million to the budget!"

Lin Zhiyuan's embarrassment and anger vanished instantly. "Minister Pan, I feel that modern Chinese medicine has declined somewhat, and it must be promoted vigorously in a positive, objective, and fair manner. Send me the contact information of the old Chinese medicine doctor, and I'll try to verify its authenticity first."

Okay, okay!

This is probably the last vestige of dignity for a middle-aged man.

Bang bang bang!

Lu Yangshan knocked on the door and entered.

"Executive Director Lin! Ah, Minister Pan is here too."

Lu Yangshan was a little excited.

Now, under Executive Director Lin's guidance, each high-ranking official in the provincial government system has found their own path to success.

No longer feeling hopeless and lifeless because of the limited promotion opportunities.

Hey!

Does bringing him over now mean it's his turn to improve?

such a pity!

It seems the last provincial party committee basketball game wasn't exciting enough.

Otherwise, Executive Director Lin would have noticed him much sooner.

"Comrade Yangshan, please have a seat!"

Lin Zhiyuan handed over the project report directly, saying, "In order to further explore the internet economy and also to promote sports and the spirit of sports, Minister Pan submitted this report to me."

"You are the vice governor in charge of sports, so please take a look and share your thoughts."

Internet? Sports? Culture?

Lu Yangshan opened the report thoughtfully. Well, as expected, this was no propaganda department's plan. The words revealed a strong personal touch of Lin Zhiyuan.

Little finger secretly flipped to the last page. Reporter: Yan Yan.

Hey, it's confirmed!

"Amateur football league...city battles..."

Lu Yangshan's brows furrowed and relaxed repeatedly. "Executive Director Lin, if I may be so bold, it's unlikely that a group of people without professional training will play at a high level. Will the audience accept that? Won't it backfire and attract criticism from the public?"

"Comrade Yangshan!"

Lin Zhiyuan didn't answer directly, but instead asked a counter-question: "Is the current level of professional football matches in China as entertaining as it is on a world-class level? Are fans willing to pay for the matches now?"

Upon hearing these two questions, Lu Yangshan was stunned.

After all, everyone knows the level of domestic football matches, but this is the best match in the entire country, so there are just too many spectators supporting it.

"Since they can't play high-level matches, why not let ordinary people participate? The audience will feel more involved."

"Compared to a sports superstar expanding the influence of sports, wouldn't competitions involving ordinary people better showcase and promote the spirit of perseverance, striving for higher, faster, and stronger in sports?"

Lin Zhiyuan countered with a question.