Siheyuan: Qin Huairu relies on me

Zhao Xiyan held the guitar and spoke into the microphone.

"Good afternoon, fellow workers. I am today's announcer, Zhao Xiyan. Today is Friday, and tomorrow is the weekend. Please stand guard for the last shift."

"Before leaving the factory, please ask the leaders of each department to supervise their subordinates to maintain good hygiene in the department, count the property, and lock the doors and cabinets to prevent thieves from stealing. Thank you."

……

Administration Building.

The factory leaders who were in a meeting stopped and the staff tactfully opened the window.

"Xiao Zhao's reminder is very good." Yang Jianguo chuckled, "Now that the factory has a broadcasting station, things are different..."

"The factory manager is right."

Li Weimin also laughed, "Leaders of various departments have conducted surveys, and the workers like the radio station very much. They look forward to listening to the broadcasts every day..."

"That's not the case. The workers have relaxed and production has increased recently." Someone began to flatter him.

"It's all thanks to the leadership of Director Yang and Director Li..."

……

Something started to go wrong as soon as the building started to tilt.

Yang Jianguo was too lazy to listen to their nonsense and just made a "hush" gesture.

Everyone immediately fell silent.

radio station.

Zhao Xiyan held the guitar and said to the microphone, "Today I will bring you a song called "You in the Past" sung by Hua Manlou..."

Full of flowers?

Everyone was slightly stunned when they heard the name.

Zhang Zhichen's face was full of laughter. This kid must be talking nonsense.

"I once dreamed of traveling to the end of the world with my sword."

"Look at the prosperity of the world."

"Young people are always a little frivolous."

……

Zhao Xiyan's voice was low and magnetic. Lou Xiao'e, who had just ridden her bike into the steel mill, stopped her bike and listened quietly.

The chorus begins.

"Dilililidililidada."

……

Everyone was stunned.

A canteen.

"Damn, this country bumpkin sings pretty well." Jia Dongxu gritted his teeth.

"So what if I sing well? It won't earn me a penny more." Xu Damao said with a sneer.

"That's true."

Yi Zhonghai sneered, "Even though he was a director, he was just a first-level clerk, making only 78 yuan a month... It's nothing."

"you do not say."

Liu Haizhong puffed his cheeks and said, "I still get 84.5 yuan a month."

"I say, Liu Haizhong, Stationmaster Zhao is only eighteen or nineteen years old. How old are you? And you still want to compare yourself with him?" the worker next to him laughed.

"That's right. You were promoted to level 7 blacksmith at the age of 40, right? Others are level 1 clerks when they enter the factory." Someone else laughed.

"What do you mean by first-level clerk? That's a cadre, you know?"

"roll roll roll."

Liu Haizhong glared and said, "That guy only got to the top by flattering others..."

Bang!

A basin was thrown from somewhere and hit him on the head.

"Who the hell dares to hit me?"

Liu Haizhong stood up suddenly, but found that almost everyone at the table next to him or in the distance was holding lunch boxes in their hands.

"Liu Haizhong, both of you shut up. If you continue to make trouble, get out." Li Hongjun, the workshop director of Workshop 7, glared.

Liu Haizhong sat down immediately, shut up and dared not say anything more.

Even though he is a level seven worker, the workshop director has plenty of ways to deal with him.

Exactly thirty minutes later, Zhao Xiyan's voice was heard from the loudspeaker.

"Today's broadcast is over. I wish you all a happy weekend."

"Fuck, Lin Pingzhi isn't the protagonist?"

"Don't tell me, I always thought Lin Pingzhi was not the protagonist. He was too cowardly."

"That's right, Linghu Chong is so cool and unrestrained."

……

Everyone immediately started arguing, and the argument got louder and louder.

Seeing this, Xu Damao couldn't help but shout, "What's the point of you arguing? Why don't you go to the radio station and ask Zhao Xiyan..."

"Well."

The entire cafeteria fell silent in an instant.

Everyone looked at him as if he were an idiot.

"What? Am I wrong?" Xu Damao asked bravely.

"stupid."

Li Hongjun said disdainfully, "This book was written by Jianghu Bai Xiaosheng. Zhao Xiyan is just a storyteller. He knows nothing."

Damn it.

Xu Damao's face suddenly turned red.

He was so busy inciting the masses to cause trouble for Zhao Xiyan that he forgot about this.

radio station.

"This song is pretty good. Did you write it yourself?"

Zhang Zhichen took out a cigarette and handed it over.

"Correct."

Zhao Xiyan said calmly, "Don't tell anyone about this, or you'll be in trouble."

"understood."

Zhang Zhichen nodded with a smile and was about to go out when Lou Xiaoe came in.

"Minister, what major did our stationmaster apply for?"

"Ancient literature." Zhao Xiyan said immediately.

"Then I will also apply for ancient literature." Lou Xiao'e said with a sweet smile, "Then I will go to school with the stationmaster, and I will have a companion..."

"Don't listen to his nonsense. This kid is a history major."

Zhang Zhichen laughed and scolded, "You and Xiao'e go to school together, so they can take care of each other... These days are not peaceful, you can't put others in danger just to avoid suspicion, right?"

"Minister, my family has a car." Zhao Xiyan frowned, "There are drivers to pick me up during get out of class..."

"Well."

Zhang Zhichen couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.

"I have a car at home, so I can take you along the way." Lou Xiao'e scolded, "You don't even have a bicycle... This is so unsafe."

"Yes, yes, I can take you."

Zhang Zhichen hurriedly said, "Xiao E, you got a place, so I will also enroll you in the history major...I'm leaving first."

While he was speaking, he didn't dare to look at Zhao Xiyan.

Even without looking, he felt a chill on his back.

After Zhang Zhichen left, Lou Xiao'e immediately locked the door.

"Lou Xiao'e, what are you doing? You are not allowed to mess around." Zhao Xiyan said sternly.

"Humph."

Lou Xiao'e reached out and pinched his ear, and said in a tender voice, "Zhao Xiyan, are you hiding from me?"

"No, how could that be possible?"

Zhao Xiyan smiled and said, "Isn't this because I'm afraid that others will misunderstand me... Shit."

He was halfway through his words when Lou Xiao'e pulled up her clothes.

"We are all like this, are you still afraid of being misunderstood?"

"No, sister, this is an office, this is not allowed."

Zhao Xiyan hurriedly held down her clothes.

"Are you still hiding from me?"

Lou Xiao'e's eyes opened wide.

"No hiding." Zhao Xiyan said seriously.

"you swear."

Lou Xiao'e sneered, "You don't say a word of truth..."

"Okay, I, Zhao Xiyan, swear here that if I continue to hide from Comrade Lou Xiao'e, Xu Damao's entire family in the backyard of No. 95 Nanluoguxiang will be killed. Is this okay?" Zhao Xiyan sighed.

puff!

Lou Xiao'e immediately smiled coquettishly and scolded, "How did Xu Damao offend you? Why are you cursing him like this?"

"I'm not hiding from you. His family is safe." Zhao Xiyan said seriously.

"Hahaha."

Lou Xiao'e fell into Zhao Xiyan's arms.

The two looked at each other.

She had a faint smile on her lips and closed her eyes slightly.

"Fuck, I haven't eaten yet..."

Zhao Xiyan stood up suddenly and said anxiously, "I have to go eat quickly, otherwise I will starve to death."

With that he opened the door and ran away.

"Zhao Xiyan, go to hell."

Lou Xiao'e yelled angrily, picked up the book on the table and smashed it hard.