Siheyuan: Qin Huairu relies on me

The entire broadcasting room was deathly silent.

Lou Xiao'e folded her arms across her chest, sat astride Zhao Xiyan, and lowered her head to wipe away her tears.

Zhao Xiyan didn't dare to move, for fear that a wrong word would make his aunt angry again.

For a long time.

Boom boom boom!

There was a knock on the door.

Damn it.

Zhao Xiyan was suddenly startled.

Lou Xiao'e reacted faster. She picked up her clothes and put them on. Then she sat down at the table and looked down at the manuscript.

Zhao Xiyan hurried over and opened the door.

"Xiao Zhao, what's wrong with you? Why did you lock the door in broad daylight?" Zhang Zhichen said unhappily.

Zhao Xiyan was about to speak when Lou Xiao'e spoke first.

"Minister, I locked the door."

"Well, what did you lock the door for?"

Zhang Zhichen looked at her with a strange expression, "Did Xiao Zhao bully you? Tell me, and I will send him to the Joint Defense Office..."

"Fuck, Minister, who do you think I am?" Zhao Xiyan said angrily.

"Shut up, it's none of your business." Zhang Zhichen glared.

"Minister, you misunderstood."

Lou Xiao'e wiped her eyes and said, "My father came just now, and I had a quarrel with him... Then I got angry, pushed them out, and locked the door."

"Oh."

Zhang Zhichen's tone slowed down a bit, "Boss Lou is really something. His daughter is already this old, why is he still controlling her so much?"

"She is only sixteen years old." Zhao Xiyan reminded.

"Hey, what's wrong with sixteen?" Zhang Zhichen said with a glare, "Sixteen is also a working age, which means you are an adult... There are a lot of people in our factory who are over ten years old."

There is no such thing as child labor nowadays.

As long as you are over 16 years old, even if your father is gone or has suffered a work-related injury, you still have to come and take over the job as an apprentice.

"No, Minister, did you get angry with the factory director?" Zhao Xiyan asked carefully, "Isn't it inappropriate to scold me all at once?"

puff!

Lou Xiao'e burst into laughter.

"Fuck you."

Zhang Zhichen said in a deep voice, "The minister will come over at noon to see how our factory's radio station is doing..."

"Minister? Which minister?"

Zhao Xiyan's brain was a little confused.

Zhang Zhichen was so angry that he laughed.

"Minister of Industry Wang Fuqing, do you understand?"

"Wang Fuqing?"

Zhao Xiyan was slightly stunned, then asked curiously, "Minister, are you and the big boss related? One is Wang Fuqing and the other is Zhang Zhichen...the names are quite compatible."

"Hahaha."

Lou Xiao'e burst into laughter.

"I say, do you deserve a beating?" Zhang Zhichen said gritting his teeth.

Zhao Xiyan was about to speak when the door was suddenly pushed open.

Yang Jianguo and Li Weimin walked in, with Li Weimin holding a wooden guitar in his hand.

"Director, Director Li..."

Zhao Xiyan, Zhang Zhichen and Lou Xiaoe shouted at the same time.

"Ah."

Yang Jianguo said seriously, "Xiao Zhao, many leaders will be here soon... You have to perform well this time. If you do well, you will be rewarded. If something goes wrong, you will have to work on the boiler."

"No, Director, this is too scary, isn't it?" Zhao Xiyan said with a bitter face, "Is it necessary to mobilize so many people for such a small radio station?"

"This is the radio station of a factory in Sijiu City." Li Weimin said cheerfully, "Don't be too nervous. The leader won't come in to disturb you..."

"It's eleven o'clock now, get ready."

Yang Jianguo reached out and patted Zhao Xiyan on the shoulder. "I was just trying to scare you, but you better be serious. If something goes wrong, it will be hard for everyone..."

"understood."

Zhao Xiyan took a deep breath.

"Here."

Yang Jianguo took out a harmonica from his pocket and said, "This is a personal gift from me to you. It doesn't count as factory property."

"Thank you, Director." Zhao Xiyan said gratefully.

"Work hard and don't bring shame to our factory."

After saying this, Yang Jianguo turned and walked out.

Li Weimin and Zhang Zhichen also followed behind him.

Wait until the door is closed.

Only then did Lou Xiao'e become nervous.

"Xi Yan, what should we do?"

"Are you afraid?" Zhao Xiyan asked in surprise.

"How can I not be afraid?" Lou Xiao'e said worriedly, "With so many senior leaders here, if something goes wrong with me... wouldn't that harm you and the factory?"

"Who told you to broadcast it?"

Zhao Xiyan chuckled and said, "You've never broadcasted before. How can you handle such a big scene? Let me do it."

"Xi Yan, you are so nice."

Lou Xiao'e put her arms around him and kissed him hard on the face.

"Well, Miss Lou, I'm a married person, please respect yourself."

Zhao Xiyan covered his face and took two steps back.

"Zhao Xiyan..."

Lou Xiao'e pounced on him with fangs bared and bit him hard.

"Oh, you are born in the year of the dog, right?"

……

Eleven fifty-five.

Zhao Xiyan smoked calmly while Lou Xiaoe rubbed his shoulders.

After a while, he looked up at the clock. It was eleven fifty-nine.

The second hand moves slowly, and when it points to "twelve".

Zhao Xiyan pressed the button.

Ding Ding Ding!

The lunch break bell rang.

Administration building, conference room.

A group of people sat there with solemn expressions, and the windows were open.

"Good afternoon, fellow workers. I am Zhao Xiyan, the announcer for this event..."

call!

Yang Jianguo, Li Weimin and Zhang Zhichen all breathed a sigh of relief.

They didn't ask Zhao Xiyan to broadcast it himself just now, but they didn't expect that this kid would insist on doing it. If there is something, he will really do it himself.

"Today our radio station is presenting a song to you, adapted from Mr. Li Shutong's Farewell."

In the studio, Zhao Xiyan held his guitar and whispered, "I hope our comrades far away in the north are doing well..."

Administration Building.

"This kid does have some patriotism." The middle-aged man sitting in the main seat chuckled.

"Minister, the director of their street office gave him two choices last time. The first was to work in a factory, and the second was to join the army. Do you know what this kid chose?" Yang Jianguo said with a smile.

"Oh, how did you choose?"

Wang Fuqing raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Do we need to guess? Isn't this guy working in a steel mill?" another middle-aged man joked.

"Minister Wan, that's not the case." Yang Jianguo shook his head and said, "That guy rushed directly to the conscription office without saying a word..."

"Oh?"

Minister Wan raised his eyebrows slightly, "Why didn't he go to the battlefield, but went to the steel mill instead?"

"He is an only child, his parents are dead, and he has just gotten married and has no offspring... The people at the conscription office don't want him."

Yang Jianguo sighed slightly and said, "This kid is making a fuss. He insists on joining the army. He even told his director that if he dies in battle, the house and property will be left to his wife..."

Everyone stopped laughing immediately.

At this time.

A burst of singing came from the loudspeaker.

"Outside the long pavilion, beside the ancient road, the green grass reaches the sky."

"The evening wind blows the willow flute and the sound of the willow flute fades, and the sun sets outside the mountains."

……

The melodious singing resounded throughout the steel mill.

Almost everyone put down what they were doing and listened quietly to the songs coming from the loudspeakers.