Siheyuan: Qin Huairu relies on me

Day three.

evening.

Zhao Xiyan, Wang Dongchun, Li Li, Lou Xiaoe and An Xin were all waiting at the Red Star Printing Factory. Even though the machines were so loud that they couldn't hear what they were saying, they still stayed there.

The name "Dibao" is still controversial. Not only the factory leaders have complaints, but even the leaders of the ministries and commissions think that the name is inappropriate. It is ridiculous for a small steel rolling mill to publish a newspaper.

It's still called "Dibao" now? Isn't this laughable?

For this name, Wang Fuqing personally went to his superiors.

The big boss just said, "It's not against the law, and it doesn't violate regulations, so why can't we take it?"

So the name was successfully applied for.

Boom boom boom!

Along with the roar of the machine, newspapers with the scent of ink appeared in front of everyone.

"Dibao".

President: Zhao Xiyan

Editor-in-Chief: Li Li

Editor: An Xin, Lou Xiao'e

Just like that, the names of four people appeared in the newspaper.

Li Li and others stroked the newspaper, having a strange feeling. Although they didn't know how the sales were, at least she had done something big with the minister, right?

"Okay, let's all go back. The sales channel has been negotiated and we will send it over tomorrow." Zhao Xiyan smiled.

"Minister, you've been busy for so many days, you don't care about this day, right?" An Xin joked, "Tomorrow's newspaper is ready... Why don't you give us a day off so we can go see how the newspaper sales are?"

"We've only just started the Long March, and you want to take a holiday?" Zhao Xiyan scolded with a smile, then stroked his chin and said, "That's not impossible... We printed 10,000 newspapers. If we can sell 5,000 tomorrow, I'll treat everyone to a meal at Quanjude."

"Long live the Minister."

The crowd cheered loudly.

That night.

Zhao Xiyan drove a half-new Soviet-made GAZ-110 to the gate of the courtyard, lit a cigarette, and let out a long sigh of relief.

He took it for granted that since there was a car team in the factory, there should be many cars. In fact, there were only five cars in the entire steel rolling mill, and his GAZ 110 was approved by the ministry.

To be precise, the car was loaned to him temporarily. If he could really drive the car freely, it would have to wait until he paid off the debt of 100,000 yuan.

call!

Zhao Xiyan exhaled a puff of thick smoke and walked into the yard.

"Hey, isn't Minister Zhao back?" Xu Damao said sarcastically, "The 'Dibao' will start selling tomorrow, right? Do you have confidence?"

"come here."

Zhao Xiyan hooked his finger at him.

"What are you doing? Do you still want to hit someone?" Liu Haizhong said sarcastically.

"That's right, try touching Director Xu today." Yan Bugui also sneered.

"Zhao Xiyan, you won't be able to be the minister for many more days... The leaders of the factory admire me very much. You will have to pay back your debt slowly in the future." Xu Damao sneered.

"Xu Damao, look at how you look when you are so successful." Lou Xiao'e curled her lips and said, "It's really disgusting..."

"Lou Xiao'e, how can you talk like that?" Lin Meng said dissatisfiedly, "My man is capable, you are jealous, right?"

"Am I jealous of him?"

Lou Xiao'e made a vomiting expression and said, "He is just an acting director, and I am a regular employee... Why should I be jealous of him?"

"He won't be tomorrow." Zhao Xiyan chuckled.

"what?"

Everyone was stunned.

"Xu Damao will not be the acting director tomorrow." Zhao Xiyan said slowly, "Xu Damao, I'll teach you a lesson... Even if my newspaper loses money, I'm still the deputy director. I don't care about the Propaganda Department. I will also ask the factory to recommend someone new. You're still an acting director and you want to act naughty?"

"Zhao Xiyan, I have a very good relationship with Director Li, how dare you touch me?" Xu Damao said sternly.

"who do you think You Are?"

Zhao Xiyan spread his hands and said, "I am your direct supervisor, and I am also in charge of the Propaganda Department. I don't want you to take over, so just ask Director Li to remove me, but..."

"Do you think Director Li will offend me for you? You are just an acting director, and I am a full-fledged cadre... Please cherish your last moments. When you go to work tomorrow, you will no longer be Director Xu."

After he finished speaking, he walked towards the southwest corner.

"Director Xu... oh, look at my mouth, Xu Damao, I've only had my fill of the craving for a few days, and already the director is gone?" Sha Zhu said sarcastically.

"Xu Damao, I'm not saying anything bad about you, but you don't look like an official at all." Liu Guangqi chuckled, "Zhao Xiyan is still the deputy minister, and you're baring your teeth in front of him? Who do you think you are?"

"Xu Damao, just be a projectionist honestly." Jia Dongxu laughed.

"roll."

Xu Damao roared angrily and rushed to the backyard.

He swore that he would kill that beast Zhao Xiyan.

Southwest corner.

Zhao Xiyan went to bed early after taking a shower. Qin Huairu and Lou Xiaoe knew that he had something to do the next day, so they didn't bother him.

The next morning.

When the two got up, Zhao Xiyan had already disappeared.

Dongcheng Textile Factory.

"Chief Qian."

Zhao Xiyan greeted a middle-aged man.

"Oh, why did Minister Zhao come in person?" Section Chief Qian chuckled, "Don't worry, our factory has 5,000 to 6,000 people... I can eat all 500 newspapers."

"That's right. Who doesn't know Section Chief Qian's ability?" Zhao Xiyan handed him a cigarette. "This is my first time running a newspaper, so I feel a little uneasy. I came to you to seek comfort, right?"

"Hahaha."

Section Chief Qian laughed and said, "Don't worry, brother... I'll take care of this matter."

"it is good."

Zhao Xiyan smiled and sat in the security room.

It's exactly eight o'clock.

People started to enter the factory one after another.

Section Chief Qian winked at several security guards, and they immediately held a meeting.

"Oh my, Jianghu Baixiao has published a new book."

"Hey, Zhang Fugui from the steel mill has a cabinet to give away."

"Really? Oh, Li Hong from our factory has a bed to give away at home."

……

Several security guards were holding newspapers and discussing loudly, attracting a lot of people's attention.

"Brother Zhang, what are you looking at?"

A young man came over.

"The newspaper."

The security guard chuckled and said, "This is our workers' own newspaper, called 'Dibao', which contains novels... and some gifts from others."

"Really?"

The young man exclaimed, attracting a lot of people's attention.

"stupid."

The security guard rolled his eyes and asked, "Are you willing to give away your stuff?"

"Isn't that what you said?" the young man said embarrassedly.

"You can ask them what they want, exchange something for them, or give them some money as a thank-you fee... and then the thing will be here, right? Isn't it cheaper than buying it at the supply and marketing cooperative?" the security guard chuckled.

"Ouch."

Everyone exclaimed.

That makes sense. We're going to buy something anyway, so isn't it better to talk to people face to face than to go to the supply and marketing cooperative? The things in the supply and marketing cooperative are extremely expensive.