Siheyuan: Qin Huairu relies on me

"That's not impossible."

Zhao Xiyan said leisurely, "But... the four directors under me will also go to your place to be deputy editors-in-chief and get paid."

"hiss."

Wang Dongchun and others paused in breathing.

This is a legitimate way of getting double salary.

Lou Xiao'e didn't care, since she had someone to support her anyway.

"Do you have any other requests? Just say it directly." Jin Youwei said seriously.

"Their subordinates receive a subsidy of ten yuan per month from the public funds of the Dibao...but they cannot touch our Dongcheng District's funds." Zhao Xiyan said seriously, "In other words, it is equivalent to your New Youth giving them special allowances every month. As for the reason, you can think about it yourself."

"No problem, it's worth it."

Jin Youwei waved his hand.

There are only more than thirty people in the publicity department of the steel rolling mill, and more than ten of them are not involved. How much money do they make per month?

"I'll negotiate the advertiser's money."

Zhao Xiyan rubbed his eyebrows.

"No, brother, this is a very complicated matter." Jin Youwei was shocked. "It's not that I look down on you, but this matter, is it better for me to talk about it?"

"I promised it to someone else."

Zhao Xiyan sighed and said, "As long as he doesn't go too far...it's okay to let him make some money."

"clear."

Jin Youwei reacted immediately.

Zhao Xiyan probably wants to seek protection from the factory leaders, otherwise if someone wants to take advantage of him, it will be a disaster.

"That's it for now."

Zhao Xiyan said sternly, "Li Li, Lao Wang... follow Editor-in-Chief Jin and take care of these things."

"Yes."

Wang Dongchun and Li Li nodded.

"Minister, what about me?" An Xin said in a tender voice.

"Just run the literacy class well," Zhao Xiyan said seriously, "Running a newspaper is only one aspect of improving your living standards... Don't forget your main job."

"No, brother...you're doing this big thing just to improve their living standards?"

Jin Youwei's jaw almost dropped in surprise.

"Do you think I'm free?"

Zhao Xiyan curled his lips and said, "The people in the factory are so stingy... They eat radishes and cabbages every day. We have our own canteen in the newspaper office."

"it is good."

Wang Dongchun and others were immediately delighted.

Jin Youwei hesitated for a moment before he said softly, "Brother...if you want to make your propaganda department independent of the steel mill, how about I give you a suggestion?"

"What trick?" Zhao Xiyan asked in surprise.

"merge."

Jin Youwei said solemnly, "We will merge New Youth with your Dibao to form a new newspaper... Then your steel mill propaganda department will take 30% and we will take 70%."

"I'll pay you back 100,000 yuan in one lump sum. In addition... you can come to our new newspaper office and be a deputy editor-in-chief. The others will be treated as deputy editors-in-chief."

"Can we play like this?" Zhao Xiyan asked in surprise.

"Of course, I will sign an agreement with you. Our cooperation will only take effect if you are in the publicity department of the steel mill. If you leave... then we will not give you the 30% shares of the "Dibao" in the steel mill." Jin Youwei said in a deep voice.

"In this way...the factory probably won't agree." Li Li hesitated.

"Disagree? What right do they have to disagree?" Jin Youwei sneered, "This 50,000 yuan start-up capital... was borrowed by Zhao Xiyan using his salary as collateral. Isn't this paying back the interest?"

"If... I say if, I say give them all cars, what do you think?" Zhao Xiyan said in a low voice.

"A car?"

Wang Dongchun and others were dumbfounded.

"What's the point of having a car?"

Jin Youwei curled his lips and said, "I will give you quotas for clothes and shoes for the four festivals of the year."

"Minister, promise him." Li Li breathed rapidly.

"Yes, yes, yes, Minister, I will draft the agreement." An Xin's voice trembled a little.

Wang Dongchun slammed his thigh hard, fearing that his body would go limp.

I didn't expect that I would still have such luck at my old age.

"One more."

Zhao Xiyan said sternly, "We... five people hold 10% of the hidden shares. I don't care how you deal with this hidden share."

"One percent is too much, half percent." Jin Youwei shook his head.

"More than 10%? I..."

Before Zhao Xiyan could finish his words, he was interrupted by Jin Youwei with a wave of his hand.

"I mean you take half, and the four of them share the other half."

"Row."

Wang Dongchun and Li Li agreed immediately.

"I think that's okay too."

An Xin and Lou Xiao'e also hurriedly expressed their opinions.

"Draft the contract and send the money over this afternoon... Wait a minute, do you, New Youth, have so much money?" Zhao Xiyan asked doubtfully.

"You're looking down on people, aren't you?"

Jin Youwei sneered, "We only sell 30,000 copies of our newspaper... What about the single-volume edition? What about the weekly edition? Our business is more than just newspapers."

"Damn, that makes sense."

Zhao Xiyan slapped his thigh hard.

Towards the afternoon.

Jin Youwei walked into the Propaganda Department and slapped a bill of exchange on the table.

"One hundred thousand..."

"it is good."

Zhao Xiyan took out four agreements, signed them quickly, and then stamped them with the official seal of the Propaganda Department.

Jin Youwei was also not vague. After signing, he put away the contract and left in a hurry.

"Peace of mind..."

Zhao Xiyan shouted.

"exist."

An Xin immediately stood up straight.

"Come with me to meet the factory director..." Zhao Xiyan said with a smile.

"Yes."

An Xin followed him closely.

Lou Xiao'e pouted.

This guy...could he be interested in An Xin?

Seeing this, Wang Dongchun immediately lowered his head and walked out the door.

Administration Building.

Factory director's office.

The three factory directors and deputy directors are discussing something.

It’s not that there are only three factory directors in the steel rolling mill, but that these three factory directors have the power.

"Oh, Minister Zhao is a rare guest. Are you here to repay your money?" Yang Jianguo joked.

"Yes." Zhao Xiyan said with a smile.

"I just said...well, what did you say?"

Zhang Zhichen stood up suddenly.

"No, Minister Zhao...are you serious?" Li Weimin was shocked.

"Here."

Zhao Xiyan placed the bill of exchange on the table.

Yang Jianguo picked it up, took a look at it, and then took a breath.

"How did you do it?"

"You don't really think I'm going to start a newspaper, do you?" Zhao Xiyan rolled his eyes. "Isn't it just a matter of starting the newspaper and finding someone to take over?"

After that, he handed over a contract.

Li Weimin rarely took out his glasses, read it once, and said with great sorrow, "Minister Zhao... you sold the "Dibao" for such a small price?"

"what?"

Yang Jianguo and Zhang Zhichen also took turns reading the contract.

For a long time.

Only then did the office utter sounds of grief and anger.

"You are confused, Zhao Xiyan... Are you confused?"

"I am confused?"

Zhao Xiyan sneered, "I have paid back the money now, and I get shares from the Propaganda Department every month... What if I can't pay it back? My wife will have to mortgage her house."

"Damn it! Yesterday the director of our subdistrict office came to me and said that someone had reported me and was afraid that I couldn't pay back the 100,000 yuan, so he wanted to mortgage my house."

"Is there still this?"

The three factory managers were horrified.

No wonder this guy was in a hurry to sell the "Dibao". It turned out that he was forced to do so.