Siheyuan: Qin Huairu relies on me

In the end, Xu Damao said that he was not taken away by the security department. Zhao Xiyan can be shameless, but Zhang Zhichen still has to, right?

They just symbolically deducted half a month's salary from Xu Damao, and the matter was considered settled.

radio station.

"Comrade Anxin, you will be the one to give the opening remarks for today's broadcast. As for reading the script, let Lou Xiao'e do it." Zhao Xiyan said seriously, "From now on, the two of you will take turns broadcasting every day, one in the morning and the other at noon..."

"Minister, it's going to be broadcast this morning?" Lou Xiao'e asked in surprise.

“The broadcast is morning and noon.”

Zhao Xiyan chuckled and said, "Comrade Anxin, is there any problem?"

"No." An Xin said seriously.

"very good."

Zhao Xiyan nodded with a smile and said, "Then you should familiarize yourself with the equipment first. The director is out... I have to go and take care of the work in the department."

"Yes."

An Xin nodded and began to write her own opening remarks.

Lou Xiao'e took advantage of her unpreparedness and threw a flirtatious glance at Zhao Xiyan.

……

Propaganda Department.

Office of the Deputy Minister.

"Zhao Xiyan, are you still a human being?" Xu Damao said with a grin, "How come I am in the same courtyard with you? You want me to go to the security department?"

"Eh."

Zhao Xiyan lowered his voice and said, "Brother Xu, I'm just talking about that. If I don't stop you... you will be beaten to death by Lao Wang today."

"Humph."

Xu Damao snorted coldly and said seriously, "Xiao Zhao, how is the matter I told you about going to the countryside going?"

"Then don't worry, you will definitely be with us when we go to the countryside this time." Zhao Xiyan said with a smile.

Now that the Ministry of Industry has released the news, how could the steel mills dare to delay?

That means there are as many projectionists as there are.

"Really?"

Xu Damao was overjoyed. "Xiao Zhao, to be honest, if I don't go to the countryside to make some money, my family will hardly be able to make ends meet..."

"Wow, so you went to the countryside just to make money?" Zhao Xiyan said in surprise.

"Why would I be free? I don't want to stay in the Forty-Nine City, but go to that godforsaken place?"

Xu Damao rolled his eyes, feeling very disgusted with Zhao Xiyan's attitude.

"Makes sense."

Zhao Xiyan nodded with a smile, "Okay, Brother Xu, you can go out now. If people see you, they will think that I ordered you to go to the countryside."

"Too."

Xu Damao immediately stood up and said, "Xiao Zhao, when I come back from the countryside, I'll get you two bottles of good wine..."

"Eh."

Zhao Xiyan responded and waited for him to leave.

I immediately had an idea and went into the supermarket.

He walked quickly to the purchasing counter and found a small typewriter there.

"The improved version of the Mingkai typewriter can fit any paper. Once the manuscript is inserted, it can simulate anyone's handwriting."

"sharp."

Zhao Xiyan was overjoyed.

Finally, I don’t have to suffer the hardship of writing novels by hand anymore.

In addition to typewriters, the purchasing office also had ten brand new 28-inch trucks.

After he erased the word "typewriter", he hesitated again.

I don't have any money on hand right now. If I want to purchase more goods, I have to wait for Bei Qing to pay me back.

Zhao Xiyan sighed and walked back to the container.

I looked at the five 28-inch bicycles parked there with surprise and instantly became happy again.

It seems that I don’t have to worry about money for the time being.

After taking two bagged salt-baked chicken legs, he walked out.

With a wave of his right hand, a small typewriter appeared in front of him.

Zhao Xiyan was about to take action when he suddenly discovered.

All the manuscripts were taken away by Wang Fuqing, leaving only a copy made by someone unknown, and there was not a single word left in his hands.

There was no choice but to start writing again with a sad face.

More than an hour later, he stretched and carefully put the manuscript into the typewriter.

The typewriter light flickered and the manuscript spewed out again.

Then a voice announcement sounded.

"Loaded."

"Fuck."

Zhao Xiyan was startled and immediately put the typewriter into his bracelet.

After waiting for a long time and making sure that no one heard it, he breathed a sigh of relief and took out the typewriter again.

He stuffed the manuscript paper in and began typing.

I have to say that for people who are used to using keyboards, their writing speed cannot compare to that of handwriting.

In half an hour, two thousand words were produced.

The handwriting was neater and more beautiful than his own.

Zhao Xiyan raised his hand to look at his watch and found that it was already eleven forty-eight. He immediately put away the typewriter and walked towards the radio station.

at this time.

An Xin was sitting in front of the microphone nervously, staring at the clock on the wall.

"Don't be nervous, just treat it as a chat," Lou Xiao'e joked. "Introduce yourself, say a few caring words... play some music, and your job is done."

"Xiao Moth, thank you."

An Xin's expression eased slightly.

Zhao Xiyan pushed the door open and came in, without saying a word, just sat aside.

Lou Xiao'e came over and whispered, "Do you want me to make you lunch at noon?"

"That's a good feeling."

Zhao Xiyan took out a lunch box from his side and chuckled, "Here, this is for you..."

"what?"

Lou Xiaoe opened it and immediately became happy, "Oh, chicken legs..."

"If you shout any louder, you'll attract everyone here." Zhao Xiyan scolded with a smile.

"Humph."

Lou Xiao'e wrinkled her nose and closed the lunch box. "I'll give it to Sister Qin later. I won't leave it for you..."

"Oh, Sister Qin is more important than me?" Zhao Xiyan joked.

"Of course, she is my biological sister."

Lou Xiao'e rolled her eyes at him.

When the pointer reached twelve, An Xin turned on the microphone.

"Hello, fellow workers. I am the new announcer An Xin. I hope you will like me. The weather is hot, so please remember to take care of yourself and prevent fire. If you need to leave the machine, be sure to turn off the power to prevent accidents."

"I'm going to play the song "Liuyang River" for you. I hope you like it..."

After she finished speaking, she turned on the phonograph.

For a moment, melodious music sounded in the factory.

An Xin then let out a long sigh, stood up and stepped aside.

"Well done."

Zhao Xiyan gave her a thumbs up.

An Xin nodded with a red face, and then watched Lou Xiao'e's performance carefully.

Seeing this, Zhao Xiyan opened the door quietly and walked towards the cafeteria.

A canteen.

"Oh, Minister Zhao comes to eat in person?" Liu Haizhong sneered.

brush!

Many people looked over.

After all, such a young minister is rare.

"That's true. I want to go to the bathroom now. How about you go for me?" Zhao Xiyan joked.

"Hahaha."

The workers burst into laughter.

Liu Haizhong's face flushed red. He just wanted to humiliate Zhao Xiyan, but he didn't expect to be outmaneuvered by this kid.

Zhao Xiyan was too lazy to pay attention to him and walked leisurely towards the food window.

Sha Zhu, who was originally holding a cigarette and giving orders, immediately became excited when he saw him. He pushed aside the apprentice who was serving food and picked up the big spoon himself.

Zhao Xiyan, if you can eat your fill today, I will swallow all your cigarette butts.

Sha Zhu was furious inside, but there was a smile on his face.