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

The next day, Lin Yu walked into the office with dark circles under his eyes and a dejected look on his face.

My resignation letter was suppressed again.

The way Director Wang acted yesterday, as if he wanted to be Director Wang's godfather, gave him goosebumps.

He had a premonition that getting out of this company would be harder than climbing to heaven.

As soon as he entered the room, he sensed that something was wrong.

The office, which is usually lifeless and filled with the smell of tea leaves and newspaper ink, is like a festive holiday today.

A few seasoned veterans were huddled together, talking animatedly.

Their eyes lit up as soon as they saw Lin Yu.

That look in his eyes was like someone looking at a rare animal in a zoo.

"Kobayashi is here!"

"Please sit down, please sit down!"

Someone shouted, and Old Zhang, who was closest to him, pulled out a chair and even diligently dusted off non-existent dust with his sleeve.

On the other side, someone had already nimbly picked up his enamel mug and rushed towards the thermos.

"Xiao Lin, have some tea! My daughter brought back Tieguanyin from Fujian!"

Lin Yu was a little confused by this scene.

He sat down stiffly, looking at the cup of tea with tender green tea leaves floating in it and steaming hot, and then at the smiling faces around him that were blooming like chrysanthemums, and felt a chill run down his spine.

Director Wang strolled out of the inner room with his hands behind his back, his face beaming with undisguised smugness.

He walked over to Lin Yu and patted him heavily on the shoulder.

"Kobayashi, you did a great job yesterday!"

He cleared his throat and began his impromptu speech to the people in the room.

"Comrades, we should all learn from Comrade Xiaolin! What does it mean to be both courageous and resourceful? This is what it means to be both courageous and resourceful! Facing hundreds of emotionally charged laid-off workers, he remained calm and fearless, going to the meeting alone!"

Director Wang became more and more excited as he spoke, gesturing wildly with his hands and feet.

"You guys didn't see it! Li Datou's fist was bigger than my head! And what happened? Comrade Xiao Lin just said a few words, and they obediently went home! What's that called? Subduing the enemy without fighting! It's the power of thought!"

A chorus of agreement erupted in the office.

"Exactly! Director Wang is right!"

"Kobayashi's mind is just different from ours."

"I think Xiao Lin is the Zhuge Liang of our unit!"

Lin Yu listened expressionlessly, but his mind was already racing with complaints.

Zhuge Liang? I'd rather be Pang Tong and go to Luofeng Slope to die!

Going to the meeting alone? I'm going to stage an accident, hoping to get a beating and be kicked out!

Courageous and resourceful? I was just throwing caution to the wind, talking nonsense!

Looking at Director Wang's oily face and the admiring and envious looks in his colleagues' eyes, he had only one thought: Damn, these old fogies have such vivid imaginations.

I, Lin Yu, a reborn individual determined to resign and start my own business, to chase the spring breeze of reform and opening up, to earn a hundred million and then lie down and live a carefree life, how did I become the ideal, capable, and energetic young man in your eyes?

This is a complete misunderstanding, a huge mistake!

In the corner, Old Liu's face was even blacker than the bottom of a pot.

He prepared a bag of melon seeds to watch the show yesterday, but he didn't even get a chance to eat them.

Hearing the room full of praise for Lin Yu, he felt like his lungs were about to explode with anger.

He picked up his teacup, blew away the tea leaves, and took a large gulp, making a sound as if he were chewing the cup to pieces.

In the midst of this harmonious yet secretly scheming atmosphere, the office door was suddenly flung open with a loud bang.

It was the same junior staff member from yesterday, who rushed in breathlessly, his face flushed red from excitement and running.

"Director Wang... Director Wang!"

He leaned against the door frame, panting heavily.

"Something...something's happened!"

Director Wang's smile froze, and his heart skipped a beat.

"What's the panic! Is the sky falling down?" he snapped, but there was a clear hint of tension in his voice. "Is it Li Datou and his gang again?"

"No! No!" The officer shook his head violently, finally catching his breath, his eyes wide with shock. "They...they went back yesterday, and they really did it!"

"Did you do it? What did you do?" Director Wang didn't react.

"Setting up stalls! You didn't see it! Yesterday afternoon, the train station and bus station were packed with people from our city's textile factory! They just spread out some rags and started selling things!"

The office fell silent instantly.

All eyes were on the clerk, even Old Liu, who was sulking in the corner, perked up his ears.

Director Wang's heart was in his throat. He swallowed hard and asked cautiously, "Then... what was the result?"

He had prepared for the worst, such as not being able to sell his goods, being arrested as a speculator, and then those people becoming even angrier and returning to the city government.

The officer's face showed a mixture of shock, envy, and disbelief.

"It's done!"

He practically yelled it out.

"They've made it! They've struck it rich!"

"What?" Director Wang thought he had misheard.

"We've struck gold!" The clerk waved his arms excitedly. "Li Datou and his gang, just yesterday afternoon! They earned more in one afternoon than they did in almost half a year at the factory!"

"boom--"

These words were like a thunderclap, exploding in the office.

"Really?"

"Earn half a year's salary in one afternoon? By selling gold?"

"My God..."

Exclamations and gasps of surprise rose and fell.

Director Wang's mouth formed an "O" shape. He stared blankly at Lin Yu, his eyes filled with not only yesterday's admiration but also a deep sense of awe.

Is this kid... a reincarnation of the God of Wealth?

Old Liu's face instantly turned extremely ugly.

He had just been hoping that Lin Yu would make a mess of things, but instead of making a mess, Lin Yu made a great contribution.

This made him feel like he had punched cotton, and he even strained his back, feeling so frustrated he wanted to vomit blood.

At this moment, Lin Yu's heart sank to the bottom.

It’s over.

It's over now.

He felt that he was not on the bright road to being fired and chasing the winds of reform, but was being pushed and sprinted on a broad road to promotion and wealth, unable to stop even if he wanted to.

He just wanted them to block the road, but they got rich instead.

He just wanted to be fired, but they treated him like a mentor.

Can this world ever get any better?

The office was in complete chaos, with everyone pressing for details about the task.

"What exactly are they selling? How can they make so much money?"

"Yes, yes, hurry up and tell us!"

The officer was surrounded by people, enjoying the feeling of being the center of attention.

He coughed twice on purpose, whetting everyone's appetite.

Then, he looked around mysteriously, his gaze finally settling on Lin Yu, whose face was ashen.

He grinned, revealing a bright smile.

"Them..."