Siheyuan: Qin Huairu relies on me

"Mom, isn't this taking it too far?"

Zhao Xiyan shouted shamelessly.

"Hey, good uncle."

Madam Lou took out a bundle of money from her bag and handed it to Zhao Xiyan, "Son-in-law, this is the money for changing your words."

"Eh."

Zhao Xiyan held the money and sighed inwardly.

No wonder Xu Damao wants to marry a rich girl. The parents of this rich girl are really domineering.

Just five hundred dollars?

For someone to marry a wife, ten dollars is already very generous.

"Xiao Zhao, my daughter Xiao'e has been spoiled by me since she was young. Please bear with her." Lou Bancheng said with a smile, "How about this...you approve a leave for Xiao'e, and I will take her to your courtyard and help her pack her things."

"Dad, this house was allocated to Xiao'e by the Street Office, you have to say so." Zhao Xiyan said seriously, "I have already informed Director Zhang of the Street Office, and he said I owe you a favor. You can take Xiao'e to complete the formalities."

"Okay, okay, Master has arranged it well."

Lou Bancheng was overjoyed. He stood up and left with Mrs. Lou and Lou Xiao'e.

Zhao Xiyan looked at the clock on the wall and sighed softly.

This time he learned his lesson and put the phonograph away first.

I waited until twelve o'clock and pressed the bell to get off work on time.

"Hello everyone, I am today's announcer Zhao Xiyan. Now please enjoy the song "My Motherland"..."

A melodious music surrounded the steel mill.

main entrance.

An energetic old man walked in slowly. Yang Jianguo and Li Weimin bowed and followed him on the left, while Wang Fuqing was on the right.

"Oh, this announcer is really good at choosing songs." The old man chuckled, "He didn't play those little Bourgeois songs like other broadcast stations in other factories. Did he inform them in advance?"

"Commander, you are wrongly accusing Xiao Yang." Wang Fuqing joked, "You have been at the Ministry of Industry for less than three minutes, and you brought me to inspect the steel mill... I didn't even make a phone call."

"Eh."

Yang Jianguo half bowed his body, his face full of reverence.

"Mr. Zhao, our announcer is a relative of yours," Li Weimin joked.

"I heard."

The old man chuckled and said, "But there are so many people with the last name Zhao in the world, it doesn't matter."

"Eh."

Li Weimin secretly thought it was a pity.

If Zhao Xiyan and Zhao Yiming were to get involved, and Zhao Xiyan became successful, their steel mill would also benefit from it, right?

"Dear workers, you have worked hard today. The weather is hot, please be careful to prevent fire. If workers are not in good spirits, please let them rest for a while."

"Production tasks are important, but the health of the workers is the most important. After all, workers and peasants are the main fighting force of our country."

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"Comrade Zhao is very conscious." Zhao Yiming chuckled, "People-oriented is the main theme of our country."

"Yes."

Wang Fuqing nodded with a smile and raised his eyebrows slightly at Yang Jianguo.

It means you are doing a great job.

Yang Jianguo was also delighted and felt very fortunate.

After all, most of the songs they found were petty bourgeois, so Zhao Xiyan was reliable. If Lou Xiao'e were to play an opera or something, it might upset the big boss.

"Continuing from the last chapter, Linghu Chong looked into the hall and saw a tall, skinny old man sitting at the head of the guest seats..."

Zhao Xiyan's voice is clear and full of emotion.

Zhao Yiming stopped walking and asked in surprise, "Isn't this the "Swordsman" that has been so popular in "New Youth" recently? Why are you broadcasting this at noon?"

"Commander, can I have a word with you?"

Wang Fuqing pulled Zhao Yiming aside and whispered, "To be honest, the 'Jianghu Baixuesheng' who wrote 'Swordsman' is none other than Zhao Xiyan, the stationmaster of the steel mill."

"Well?"

Zhao Yiming was surprised and said, "How can such a talent stay in a small steel mill? He should be sent to the Ministry of Culture."

"Commander, you can't speak for Lao Wan."

Wang Fuqing said dissatisfiedly, "Comrade Zhao Xiyan is very conscious. He writes books in the Ministry of Culture and in the steel mill. Besides writing books, he can also serve the workers. Isn't this the best of both worlds?"

"Stop talking nonsense to me."

Zhao Yiming laughed and scolded, "How is the treatment he gets at the Ministry of Culture? How is the treatment he gets at the steel mill? You keep him here, but you can't give him the same treatment. Isn't this a waste of time?"

"Hey, Chief, I'm already making arrangements."

Wang Fuqing said seriously, "Xiao Zhao did a good job, you heard it...so I want him to take on more important tasks."

"Don't play tricks on me, kid."

Zhao Yiming chuckled and said, "You've been under my command for so many years, and I still don't know what you're thinking. Okay, you keep this man, but I have to take his manuscript away."

"Well, you came to inspect the steel mill this time just for this kid?"

Wang Fuqing looked strange.

He asked how to launch a surprise attack.

"Hey, I went to visit the chief yesterday. He was so obsessed with The Legend of the Condor Heroes and The Smiling Proud Wanderer that he specially summoned Wan Youlin..."

Zhao Yiming shook his head and said, "This Wan Youlin is also a blockhead. When the chief asked him who this 'Jianghu Baixiaosheng' was, he refused to say anything and even said that he had promised not to reveal the author's name."

"Old Wan is afraid of involving Zhao Xiyan." Wang Fuqing sighed, "If this catches the leader's eye, it's neither good nor bad... After all, Xiao Zhao is still so young. If he says something wrong, it will be terrible."

"go."

Zhao Yiming smiled and waved his hands, "Don't you know what kind of courage the chief has? Will he blame Xiao Zhao for a few words?"

"The leader won't do that, but... I'm afraid some villains will cause trouble." Wang Fuqing sighed.

"Well."

Zhao Yiming was slightly stunned, then he sighed, "You are right... Xiao Zhao, I will not see you anymore. So, ask him to send the manuscript to the chief for review first."

"Aren't you making things difficult for me?"

Wang Fuqing sighed and said, "This kid is only eighteen years old. Does he have the guts to send things to that place?"

"That's right. We can't delay others from writing books."

Zhao Yiming said seriously, "How about this, you ask him to send the manuscripts he has written to you every day, and you forward them on."

"Eh."

Wang Fuqing nodded and felt relieved.

Zhao Xiyan was a talented person, and the two of them made the radio station very successful, which set off a radio craze throughout the city.

If possible, he really didn't want to involve Zhao Xiyan in these things.

"By the way, you can't give him less than that." Zhao Yiming glared, "Wan Youlin treated him like a section chief. You can't treat him like a section chief."

"I understand. I will explain to Xiao Yang."

Wang Fuqing felt quite helpless.

An eighteen-year-old section chief, these people can really come up with such ideas.