Chapter 9 Finally Collapsed (Third Update, First to Third)

"Yes, yes, yes..." Director Ding hurriedly responded in a series of affirmations.

At this moment, the old man's mind was clearly in an abnormal state. It was better to go along with his wishes; if anything went wrong, he couldn't bear the responsibility.

"What do you mean 'yes'?" The old man glared, giving Ding Datong a fierce look. When he turned back to Lin Zheng, his previously fierce expression instantly transformed into that of a benevolent Buddha. "Little Lin, continue. I heard you didn't finish earlier..."

"The state and government will not abandon us; that's for sure. However, I personally believe that we shouldn't just sit and wait. We need to use our minds and take the initiative to find solutions. One, we should actively help the government reduce pressure. The central government has said that we should actively use our minds and solve problems. Two, there are many units in our district and city that are in even worse condition than our factory. If we can take the initiative to solve our problems, the government can solve more problems for other brother units. As a Party member, I think it's our responsibility to actively help the government solve problems..."

Lin Zheng himself felt nauseated by these words, but the old factory manager listened with excitement, nodding in approval. "Right, right, Little Lin, what you said is absolutely correct. There are many units in trouble. We should respond to the central government's call, use our minds, and take the initiative to solve problems, leaving the government's limited resources for those more troubled enterprises. That's what a Party member should do."

After praising Lin Zheng, the old man vented his anger on Director Ding, frowning and glaring. "No wonder Little Lin can become a college student; his mind is sharp. Look at you, when faced with difficulties, you just shed a few tears, showing no initiative at all, and can't come up with any useful solutions."

The poor Director Ding Datong, a man in his forties, was scolded like a little boy.

Ding Datong felt extremely aggrieved: Lin Zheng said all this, but didn't come up with any useful ideas. Why does everyone treat me like a useless person?

However, looking at the old factory manager, whose face was flushed with excitement, he didn't have the courage to say anything. This was the old factory manager's last hope.

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"Father, Mother, our factory received a notice today. We are on internal layoff." At dinner, Lin Zheng told Lin Baoguo and Yang Xiuyu, his tone calm.

Lin Zheng was calm, but Yang Xiuyu couldn't remain so. She was stunned for a moment, but instead of feeling disheartened, she became excited. "Your broken factory is on internal layoff? Ha... That's great! Since your factory is on internal layoff, you don't have to intern there anymore, right?"

Before Lin Zheng could respond, Yang Xiuyu continued excitedly, "These past two days, your parents will think of a way to get you an internship in a city government office. You're an undergraduate and a computer science major. Government offices are in dire need of people like you. It shouldn't be difficult..."

She nudged Lin Baoguo, "Old Lin, now your father can't say anything, right?"

"Who knows? You know your father's temper, but at least there's hope now." Lin Baoguo smiled bitterly. Honestly, hearing that his son's factory was on internal layoff made him feel both excited and relieved. It meant his son could finally leave that broken unit. His son, a graduate of a prestigious 211 university, working in such a broken factory made him feel very aggrieved. Now, with the factory finally collapsing, he could find his son a good job without worrying about what the old man would say.

Internal layoff sounded good, but everyone knew what it meant. Since the factory was on internal layoff, why should his son waste his youth there? Now that his son had a chance to leave the factory, why not seize it? Wasn't the point of sending him to college to avoid such a fate?

"Son, wait a few days. Don't worry. Your parents will definitely find a way to get you into a government office. This time, no matter what your grandfather says, we won't let it affect your future!" Yang Xiuyu declared firmly.

"Okay."

As Lin Zheng agreed, for some reason, the old factory manager's tear-streaked, desolate face appeared in his mind. Lin Zheng opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but ultimately said nothing: even a fool knew how good an opportunity it was to enter a government office. Lin Zheng had seen countless people fighting to get into the system in the future. Why?

Wasn't it because entering the system meant holding a golden bowl? Lin Zheng was confident that with his abilities and education, he could become a department head by the age of 30, a position of real power. But why did he feel a hint of hesitation and reluctance in his heart at this moment?

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Two days!

In just two days, the news that the political education director of the District No. 3 Junior High School, Feng Bo, had instructed his wife, math teacher Tang Lijun, to use a honey trap to frame the academic affairs director, Lin Baoguo, in an attempt to win the vice-principal competition through such despicable means, but was caught on the spot by the principal, spread throughout the entire District No. 3 Junior High School and began to spread to the entire district education system. In the offices of schools throughout the district and even the city, one could often see this scene...

"Hey, hey, hey, Old Wang, you're well-informed. Have you heard about the incident at District No. 3 Junior High School? Tell us about it."

As soon as these words were spoken, all the teachers, whether they cared or not, perked up their ears.

The education system, to put it nicely, is stable; to put it bluntly, it's dead. Hearing such explosive news, everyone got excited: it was rare to have some entertaining gossip, and not discussing it thoroughly would be a waste.

Old Wang, the well-informed one, was in high spirits. He clearly wanted to spread the news throughout the school but pretended to be cautious, lowering his voice as he told the other teachers, "I do know about this. You see, my wife's classmate teaches Chinese at District No. 3 Junior High School. She was on night duty that evening and saw it all..."

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PS: From today until the release, there will be three updates per day, marking the start of a stable update period.

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