Siheyuan: Since 51

Lin Zhiyuan had a premonition and didn't find it strange.

"What a good play, tell me about it."

Qin Huaiwu leaned forward slightly.

"The day before yesterday, the street office official came to the Yi family with two middle-aged men and a child."

Wang Aijun continued, "The middle-aged people are Aunt Yi's two brothers, and the child is Xiaobao, the youngest of Aunt Yi's second brother."

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Everyone was talking at once, and Lin Zhiyuan finally understood.

This is what happened.

He Daqing did something bad and sent a letter to the Tan family.

Seeing that the family had four children and that it was really difficult to raise a family, Tan Lao Er also considered that his younger sister having no offspring was indeed a big problem, so he agreed to let the youngest child be adopted.

However, Boss Tan had objections and felt that the descendants of the Tan family should not be adopted by the Yi family for no reason, so he volunteered to come to the capital to negotiate.

As soon as we arrived in Beijing, both adults and children suffered from heatstroke.

He found a dilapidated courtyard to rest, but was misunderstood by Lin Zhiyuan and was taken to the street office.

As luck would have it, the letter of introduction and the correspondence were lost, and I couldn't tell where the person I was looking for lived.

The country had just been established, and human traffickers were rampant. How could the neighborhood office possibly believe it?

Of course, we did not make any hasty judgment. We wrote to the local authorities and asked them to assist in the investigation.

After a delay of half a month, Tan Laoer came and testified, and then he came to the Siheyuan to recognize his relatives.

We haven't seen each other for many years, so even if our eyes are not filled with tears, we should be happy at the same time.

Who would have thought that Boss Tan would ask for one million yuan before agreeing to adopt the child.

Tan Laoer didn't want it, and Yi Zhonghai was unwilling to give it to him.

The three parties became more and more excited as they talked, and the entire Yi family was in an uproar.

Finally, Aunt Yi begged bitterly, and Yi Zhonghai thought that one million was just over a month's salary, so he finally nodded in agreement.

Logically, the matter should end there.

Who would have thought that Jia Zhang, who was watching the fun, was not happy.

He rushed into the Yi family and started making a big fuss, saying that Yi Zhonghai had said earlier that Jia Dongxu would take care of him in his old age.

Suddenly adopting two sons, doesn't this mean he is coveting the property that should belong to the Jia family?

Yi Zhonghai was furious. His people were still alive, but his property was being targeted. He immediately argued with Jia Zhang.

Add to that the two brothers from the Tan family who were standing nearby, and the quarrel became more and more fierce, and the scene became a real mess.

Yi Mingxin has always been dissatisfied with the Jia family, so he naturally would not miss this great opportunity.

Under the pretext of protecting Yi Zhonghai, they took the opportunity to step forward and started taking action.

Jia Zhang was beaten, and Jia Dongxu could not stand by and watch, so he joined the war.

The situation was about to get out of control, Luo Yuying was in tears and tried to persuade the man.

Jia Zhang stopped causing trouble and retracted her magical powers.

Jia Dongxu was beaten and withdrew from the battlefield.

I don’t know what Yi Zhonghai was thinking, he scolded Jia Dongxu and Yi Mingxin and ended the farce so abruptly.

Not to mention the neighbors who were watching the show, even the participating Tan brothers couldn't understand it.

Aunt Yi, the only one who could figure it out, knew that Yi Zhonghai still hadn't given up on Jia Dongxu.

After hearing the story, Lin Zhiyuan couldn't help but frown, "Is that the end?"

Wang Aimin spread his hands and said, "That's it!"

Lin Zhiyuan was in a bad mood. After a long while, he asked again, "That means Yi Mingxin and Xiaobao are still adopted, right?"

"Yes, I completed the procedure yesterday."

"Then isn't Jia Zhang's work all in vain?"

"Just tell me!" Qin Huaiwu took a bite of the food and said mysteriously, "I found that Yi Mingxin and Jia Dongxu, although they appear to be brothers, secretly hate each other to the core."

Lin Zhiyuan laughed and said, "Do you need to notice this? Isn't it obvious? Just wait and see, who knows how many troubles these two people will cause!"

That night.

We hadn't seen each other for a few days and Qin Huairu was not feeling well, so naturally... there was no conversation that night.

The next day, early morning.

Chu Chen took the stage and Lin Zhiyuan took office.

There are only three people in the Propaganda Department, not counting Lin Zhiyuan.

Is this empty work so unpopular?

This is not in line with the organization’s consistent style!

Lin Zhiyuan muttered to himself, looking at the three people in front of him.

Before coming, Chu Chen gave a brief introduction.

After a few more pleasantries, Lin Zhiyuan also had a preliminary understanding.

The announcer, Chu Xiaoying, is just 20 years old, petite and cute, with a nice voice. Chu Chen introduced her.

Clerk, Dong Linlin, 25, not outstanding in appearance, but very energetic, arranged by Dong Xiuqi.

The bulletin board girl, Xiao Tingting, is twenty-three years old. She is quiet and gentle, and has a bookish air. She was recommended by Xiao Heyu, director of the Women's Federation.

Looking at the three women in front of him, Lin Zhiyuan felt a lot of emotion.

If I had to make a rough calculation, the Propaganda Department was simply the private domain of the factory leaders, or rather, it was more like a department specially established to house the leaders' relatives.

"You guys go do what you need to do. I'll take a look around our department first."

Chu Xiaoying blinked her big eyes and said with a smile: "Lin Ke, Director Chu asked me to introduce the department to you so that you can get into work mode earlier."

Lin Zhiyuan did not refuse, with a smile on his face, "Okay, then I can't let Director Chu and your kindness down, thank you for your help."

"We have three offices in our department. The one in the middle is where the three of us work. The one on the left is your office, and the one on the right is the broadcasting room, which also houses some sundries."

"Let's go to the broadcasting room!"

As he spoke, Lin Zhiyuan took the lead.

Next door, the broadcasting room.

The area is larger, enough to accommodate two normal offices.

In front of the window on the right is the broadcasting station, a long table with equipment and microphones on it.

There was a wooden bookshelf next to it, with some documents thrown on it haphazardly.

On the left side, there are many musical instruments, including trumpets, drums, erhu, etc., as well as some banners, national flags and the like.

There is a phonograph on the square table in the middle.

"Wow, there's a phonograph. Can it be used?"

Chu Xiaoying chuckled, "Of course I can. I heard that Director Lou prepared it a while ago. I brought the vinyl record from home and listened to it. The sound quality is very good and it is in very good condition."

Lin Zhiyuan nodded slightly, thinking secretly in his heart that the phonograph was a good thing and he could play some red songs later.

He walked straight forward, picked up the erhu on the big drum, and carefully blew away the dust off it.

In his previous life, Lin Zhiyuan’s grandfather was an erhu player in the village suona band. He was influenced by him since he was a child, and with the careful teaching of the old man, he became a very good erhu player.

Chu Xiaoying thought Lin Zhiyuan was dissatisfied with the hygiene, so she quickly said, "Lin Ke, I'll clean it up later."

"it is good!"

Being misunderstood, Lin Zhiyuan did not explain, and the hygiene situation does need to be improved.

I went downstairs and looked at the three propaganda boards: at the entrance of the cafeteria, downstairs of the office building, and at the gate of the factory.

Lin Zhiyuan couldn't help but shook his head.

I never noticed it before, the publicity column is too perfunctory, with just a few large characters and densely packed articles, it gives me a headache just looking at it.

Lin Zhiyuan had just sat down in his office for a short while when Liang Zepeng and Zeng Yinquan came up, each holding a cardboard box.

After putting the cartons down, Liang Zepeng asked with a smile, "Team Leader, no, Lin Ke, do you want us to help you put them away?"

"No need, Zepeng, Yinquan, sit down."

After a brief chat, the two left.

Lin Zhiyuan sat in his office and couldn't help but mutter, "This is a big problem!"

Even if you haven't seen a pig run, you have eaten pork.

I have never come into contact with the Propaganda Department of a factory or government agency, but I have heard of the Propaganda Department of the University Student Union.

In comparison, the publicity department of the steel rolling mill is far behind.

Lying at the table, writing and drawing, until the end of the get off work day, Lin Zhiyuan made a preliminary work plan.

He went to the multi-person office next door, gave each of the three women a copy, and clapped his hands.

"Next week, the Publicity Department will carry out its work according to the plan."