Siheyuan: Qin Huairu relies on me

"Xiao Zhao, listen to me..."

"Minister Wan, I understand everything."

Zhao Xiyan said seriously, "I won't hide it from you. My biggest wish in this life is to defend my country, but the army doesn't want me, so I can only be a worker, which can be regarded as contributing to the country."

The first half of the sentence is true, but the second half is nonsense.

You can be a soldier, but if you can't be a soldier, no one would be willing to go to work.

"Old Wan, our Ministry of Industry also needs such talents." Wang Fuqing said seriously, "Xiao Zhao just said that your Ministry of Culture has no shortage of singers... You take the song, and the copyright fee is the same as what Xiao Zhao said, you can donate it."

"Hey."

Wan Youlin sighed.

Why is this guy so stupid?

"Minister, Minister Wan, I have arranged lunch. Let's go to the cafeteria?" Yang Jianguo said with a smile.

"it is good."

Wang Fuqing nodded, looked at Zhao Xiyan and said, "Xiao Zhao, you are a good seedling. Work hard in the future. A higher position is waiting for you."

"Thank you for your teachings, Minister."

Zhao Xiyan nodded in agreement.

Tsk.

Yang Jianguo and others suddenly felt a toothache.

Look at what other people say, this guy is really flattering invisibly.

"It's not a question of teaching or not." Wang Fuqing said cheerfully, "I'm just chatting with you..."

"Minister, you are my elder and my leader, so I should naturally keep in mind what you say." Zhao Xiyan said seriously.

"Good good."

Wang Fuqing reached out and patted his shoulder.

Only then did he take Wan Youlin, who was reluctant to leave, away.

Zhao Xiyan and Lou Xiaoe were the only two people left in the entire radio station.

After Lou Xiao'e closed the door, she asked with lingering fear, "Xi Yan, is that the big boss?"

"What do you say?"

Zhao Xiyan sat down on the stool dejectedly and exhaled, "He's the Minister of Industry, in charge of factories across the country."

"Yeah, that's scary."

Lou Xiao'e patted her chest and said, "Xi Yan, I'll go get you some food. Give me the lunch box."

"to make."

Zhao Xiyan opened his backpack and took out an aluminum lunch box.

This lunch box was bought by Qin Huairu, who bought two at one time.

Lou Xiao'e took the lunch box and ran away.

But before she could walk far, the door was pushed open again.

"Xiao Zhao, have you finished reading the manuscript?" Jin Youwei said with a smile on his face.

"I have finished reading it."

Zhao Xiyan curled his lips and said, "But I haven't started writing the ten thousand words you asked for. I only have eight thousand here..."

"Then hurry up and write. I'm not in a hurry."

Jin Youwei handed over a bag and said, "Count it, here are two thousand yuan... for the manuscript of fifty thousand words."

Zhao Xiyan poured the money on the table and counted it.

He gritted his teeth and pushed the thousand yuan in front of Jin Youwei.

Before Jin Youwei could ask any questions, he pushed another five hundred yuan over.

"No, what do you mean?" Jin Youwei asked in surprise.

"Old Jin, please donate this money to the soldiers on the front line for me." Zhao Xiyan sighed, "They are fighting bloody battles in the front. Although I can't help much, I have to show my appreciation, right?"

"No, you finally ..."

Before Jin Youwei could finish his words, the door was pushed open again.

"Fuck."

Zhao Xiyan and Jin Youwei exclaimed at the same time.

One hugged the money and the other stood up.

"What are you doing?"

A man in his thirties frowned.

"Who are you? What are you doing here?" Zhao Xiyan asked bluntly, "This is a radio station... not your backyard."

“I am the leader…”

"I know you are the leader's follower."

Zhao Xiyan said bluntly, "Don't the people around the leader know how to knock on the door?"

"Stationmaster Zhao, my name is Zhang Jun, and I'm Minister Wang Fuqing's secretary." The man introduced himself.

"Secretary Zhang, what do you want?" Zhao Xiyan's tone slowed down.

"I'm here to bring you something..."

Zhang Jun looked at the money on the table and frowned, "Stationmaster Zhao, why don't you explain to me what's going on with this money?"

“Legally acquired.”

Zhao Xiyan pulled out the contract and was about to hand it to him, but then he pulled back and said, "Secretary Zhang, I'm showing you the contract to explain to you where the money came from... but I hope you don't disclose the contents of the contract to anyone."

"I promise I won't tell anyone except the minister." Zhang Jun said seriously.

"You call this a guarantee?" Jin Youwei said with a dark face.

"But……"

Zhang Jun hesitated for a moment, "I promise, if the minister doesn't ask, I won't tell him, is that okay?"

"Hey."

Zhao Xiyan sighed and said earnestly, "Secretary Zhang, please bear with me..."

Then he handed the contract to him.

Zhang Jun opened it and took a look, his eyes immediately widened.

"You are the author of The Smiling, Proud Wanderer, the Jianghu Master?"

"Correct."

Zhao Xiyan took out a cigarette and handed it to them, saying helplessly, "Secretary Zhang, you see such a big reaction. If other people knew about it, I would have a hard time."

"I will never tell..."

After Zhang Jun said this, he added, "I will also ask the minister not to tell anyone else."

……

Zhao Xiyan and Jin Youwei looked at each other and saw the helplessness in each other's eyes.

"Webmaster Zhao, isn't this your remuneration? Why are you giving it to him again?" Zhang Jun asked curiously.

"I'm just a commoner, what do I need so much money for?" Zhao Xiyan said helplessly, "This money is donated by me..."

"so much?"

Zhang Jun widened his eyes.

He saw that the contract stated two thousand yuan, and the pile in front of Jin Youwei was at least one thousand four hundred to five hundred yuan.

"It's all thoughtful."

Zhao Xiyan put the money in front of Jin Youwei back into the bag and instructed, "When you donate, donate in the name of your New Youth Daily."

"Don't make trouble."

Jin Youwei laughed and scolded, "What if the leader comes down and asks me where I can donate so much money? I'd better donate it in the name of Jianghu Bai Xiaosheng."

"Also."

Zhao Xiyan shrugged and looked at Zhang Jun, "Secretary Zhang, why are you here..."

"This is the bicycle voucher awarded to you by the minister. You can use it to buy a bicycle at the supply and marketing cooperative or department store."

As Zhang Jun spoke, he took out a bill from his pocket.

Zhao Xiyan took it and looked at it. It said "Shanghai Bicycle Factory No. 3" and then four big words "Bicycle Coupon" were written below.

"No, do I need a ticket to buy a bicycle?"

"need."

Jin Youwei sighed and said, "The idea of ​​issuing various coupons was proposed at the beginning of this year, and it has only been officially implemented now... Food, oil, cloth and other daily necessities now also require various coupons."

Damn it.

Zhao Xiyan cursed inwardly, wishing he would have bought more things at that time.

Now, you need a ticket to buy things.

Where can he, an ordinary citizen, get the ticket?

"Comrade Zhao Xiyan, I have delivered the ticket to you. The minister hopes that you will work hard and contribute to the construction of New China." Zhang Jun said seriously.

"Thank you, Secretary Zhang. I will try my best."

Zhao Xiyan bowed slightly to show his gratitude.