Reborn in the 60s, I hunt to support my family and even seduce the village beauty.

Sima Bin didn't mind and continued speaking, his voice even louder than before.

"The organization entrusted me with this responsibility, which is a sign of their trust in me and their expectations of everyone. I will live up to the organization's trust and lead everyone to do a better job in our railway section and reach new heights."

He paused for a moment, his gaze sweeping across the crowd as if to see who was listening attentively.

"Currently, we still have heavy tasks and many challenges. This requires us to unify our thinking, raise awareness, unite as one, and overcome difficulties."

We must hold ourselves to higher standards, exercise stricter discipline, and conduct our work with a more pragmatic approach.

Someone below gave a soft hum, a very quiet sound, but it could still be heard clearly in the quiet courtyard.

Sima Bin glanced in that direction, but couldn't find who it was. His smile froze for a moment, but quickly returned.

"I believe that with everyone's joint efforts, we will definitely be able to overcome difficulties, complete the task, and deliver a satisfactory report to the organization."

After he finished speaking, he glanced around at the people below, waiting for applause.

There was no applause.

The courtyard was quiet, with only the rustling of the wind through the treetops.

Sima Bin's smile faltered; his lips twitched, and he glanced back at the person behind him.

A man wearing black-rimmed glasses took half a step forward and led the applause twice.

The few people behind him started taking pictures, but it was sparse and scattered, like drops of yellowish liquid from constipation.

A few people below clapped along, but their clapping was weak and barely louder than a fart.

Sima Bin's face flushed slightly. He cleared his throat, said "Meeting adjourned," and turned to walk away.

The four or five people behind him quickly followed and surrounded him, the clattering of their leather shoes gradually fading into the distance.

The people in the compound didn't rush to leave; they stood in twos and threes, looking at each other.

Monkey King curled his lip: "That's well said, but not a single point is made; it's all nonsense."

Sister Wu finally couldn't hold back and burst out laughing. She quickly covered her mouth, her eyes curving into crescent moons.

Aunt Song pulled her hands out of her sleeves, dusted herself off, and said casually, "That's enough, go back to work."

The crowd slowly dispersed, and the sounds of footsteps, voices, and coughs mingled together, restoring the courtyard to its usual hustle and bustle.

After the meeting, before the crowd had completely dispersed, Sister Wang came running out of the office building with a notebook in her hand and called out, "Lei Guohong, Hou Jun, Chang Kun, Xiao Lü, Xiao Yu, Lao Zeng, the new section chief wants you to come to his office."

Monkey King and Little Lü exchanged a glance, both with expressions that said, "They've arrived."

Lei Guohong stubbed out his cigarette, straightened his collar, and strode forward. Chang Kun followed behind him, and the group crossed the courtyard and entered the office building.

The office door was open, and Sima Bin was already sitting behind his desk.

That spot used to belong to Zhang Qingfeng, but now it has a new owner, and even the things on the table have been changed.

The old, worn-out enamel mug was gone, replaced by a brand-new white porcelain teacup with a red flower printed on the lid. Next to it sat a pair of gold-rimmed glasses and a neat stack of documents.

Sima Bin leaned back in his chair, a cigarette between his fingers. The ashtray in front of him was spotless, without a single cigarette butt.

Behind them stood four or five people, lined up like bodyguards, each with a stern face, their eyes sweeping over the group with an air of superiority.

Chang Kun and the others went in and stood in a row in front of the desk.

Sima Bin didn't ask them to sit down. He took a puff of his cigarette and slowly exhaled.

"I called you here to discuss the work arrangements."

He paused, his gaze sweeping across the faces of the group as if he were examining something.

"Starting today, your platform patrol duties are cancelled, and you will all be assigned to follow the trains."

There was a moment of silence in the office. Hou Jun's eyelids twitched. This old rascal was causing trouble on his very first day in office.

Sima Bin put a cigarette in his mouth, picked up a document from the table, flipped through it, put it down again, and continued speaking.

"Xiao Wang will inform you of the specific arrangements for accompanying the vehicle later. There are regulations regarding what to bring and what to pay attention to. I only have one request."

He took the cigarette down, stubbed it out in the ashtray, looked up, his gaze sharpened, and his voice deepened.

"No unauthorized smuggling of any goods is allowed!"

Upon hearing this, Monkey King frowned slightly. Xiao Lü glanced up at Sima Bin, then looked down again. Xiao Yu's lips tightened even more. Lei Guohong maintained the same expression, but his eyelids drooped.

Sima Bin leaned back, tapped his fingers lightly on the table twice, and his tone became stern.

"I know that the section used to be lax about this, and everyone was used to bringing things with them when they were on the truck. I didn't care before, but now it's my decision."

He stood up, placed his hands on the table, leaned forward slightly, and scanned the faces of the people one by one, as if trying to memorize each one.

"I'm telling you, from today onwards, this rule is abolished. Anyone who dares to smuggle goods out of the wild, and I find out, will be fined at best, and dismissed at worst. Don't blame me for not making this clear beforehand."

He stood up, slowly turned around, looked out the window, his back to the group.

The sound drifted over at a moderate pitch, carrying an undeniable air of authority.

"I don't want any mistakes to happen during my tenure."

"Your actions reflect on the railway section. A clean record leads to good performance. Good performance benefits everyone."

"Anyone who tries to smear this section is poisoning my mind, Sima Bin. I'll make sure they regret it."

The air in the office felt like it had been sucked out, making it hard to breathe.

The group stood there, their cheeks bulging from clenching their teeth, their eyes fixed on the corner of the desk, without uttering a word.

Chang Kun stood in the second row, watching Sima Bin's back, feeling quite annoyed.

These days, being a car chauffeur is supposed to be a good job.

Trains travel long distances, from the capital to other places and back to the capital. A round trip can involve carrying some goods and doing some trading. Even if you don't make a lot of money, it can at least provide for your family's basic needs.

This is a perk unique to the railway authorities; it's not explicitly stated, but everyone knows it. With this meager allowance, many families can barely make ends meet.

Now look what's happened. The new broom sweeps clean, and the first thing he does is burn down everyone's path to wealth.

No shuffling of things, no smuggling of goods, a clean record, and impressive performance.

But how do the people below live? Who cares?

This kind of official, who only cares about his own performance, doesn't care about the well-being of those below him!