Siheyuan: Qin Huairu relies on me

Chapter 93: Bright Typewriter

"Brother Bei, come here, I want to talk to you."

Zhao Xiyan pulled Bei Qing aside and whispered something to him, and Bei Qing's eyes widened instantly.

"Brother, this is going to cost money."

"It's okay. I have a legitimate source of income now. Just help me." Zhao Xiyan said with a smile.

"That works."

Bei Qing looked at him with complicated eyes.

He didn't ask Zhao Xiyan where the money came from, but this kid's money must be real, otherwise this project would cost at least a thousand dollars.

"Okay, then I'm going to work."

After patting him on the shoulder, Zhao Xiyan glanced at the three old men who looked like they had lost their parents, and staggered towards the steel mill.

Seeing this, the others immediately followed.

On the road.

"Xiao Zhao, you just cheated three old men out of a hundred dollars?" Sha Zhu said in disbelief.

"Hey, can you speak?"

Zhao Xiyan said dissatisfiedly, "You call this cheating? I earned a hundred dollars honestly, okay? It's not appropriate to say that. I was doing good deeds for the three gentlemen."

"I'll take advantage of you, uncle."

Liu Haizhong angrily said, "Zhao Xiyan, you are such a piece of shit. You want a hundred dollars from us for just one sentence?"

"Just a word?"

Zhao Xiyan sneered, "What do you mean by a matter of one sentence? I thought of a way, but you didn't... That means you are stupid and incompetent. A general going to war is still a matter of one order. Do you know how many people will die with just one sentence?"

"you……"

Liu Haizhong almost vomited blood from anger.

This is why even the four of them combined cannot defeat this beast, otherwise they would have killed him.

"Xiao Zhao, you are capable. We are all neighbors. What you did is too much." Yi Zhonghai said in a deep voice.

"Is it too much for you to let me take the blame?"

Zhao Xiyan ended the conversation with just one sentence.

Yi Zhonghai and Liu Haizhong kept their faces straight and said nothing.

Instead, Sha Zhu, Xu Damao and Zhao Xiyan were arm in arm.

"Xiao Zhao, you can do it."

Xu Damao smiled and said, "You have accomplished everything that these three uncles failed to do. You don't look like a country bumpkin at all..."

"What you said, Shazhu doesn't look like a beggar." Zhao Xiyan said with a sneer.

"Fuck you, you just listened to Xu Damao's nonsense."

Sha Zhu said angrily, "His family fled here. If his mother hadn't worked as a servant for a wealthy family, he and his father would have starved to death. Do you believe it?"

"Ouch."

Zhao Xiyan looked at Xu Damao in surprise, "Brother Xu, I thought you were a rich young man whose family fell into poverty."

"Fucking legs."

Sha Zhu said disdainfully, "Look at him, he's like a straw bag, and he's a rich boy..."

Xu Damao, with a gloomy face, walked up to Sha Zhu.

Without waiting for Sha Zhu to ask, he kicked Sha Zhu's brother in the crotch.

"Fuck."

Sha Zhu knelt down on the spot, covering his crotch.

Xu Damao started running, and after running for a while, he turned back, raised his middle finger, and said "yeah".

"Hey, there are so many girls watching here, Xu Damao is really going too far." Zhao Xiyan said hypocritically.

It would have been fine if he hadn't said this, but as soon as he did, Shazhu's eyes turned red.

"Xu Damao, I'm going to fucking kill you."

He ignored the pain and ran after him.

Xu Damao was startled and immediately sped up.

Zhao Xiyan followed them slowly.

When he arrived at the gate of the steel rolling mill, he found Xu Damao and Sha Zhu standing there with their heads down. Wang Hu beside them was holding a stick with a sneer on his face.

"Hey, Brother Wang, what are you doing?"

Zhao Xiyan handed over a cigarette.

"These two guys actually dared to fight in front of the factory gate. They are simply lawless." Wang Hu said coldly.

"Xiao Zhao..."

Xu Damao and Sha Zhu hurriedly winked at Zhao Xiyan.

Motioned to him to help say a few nice words.

"Brother Wang, how should we deal with this?" Zhao Xiyan asked.

"Wait for their director to come and pick them up." Wang Hu said in a deep voice.

"Leading people is nothing more than scolding them, how boring." Zhao Xiyan said with a smile.

"Well, what do you think is the best way to deal with this, Stationmaster Zhao?" Wang Hu immediately became interested.

"Since they are so strong, why not punish them by making them do 100 push-ups?" Zhao Xiyan said leisurely, "The leaders are very busy, so don't bother them."

"That makes sense."

Wang Hu's eyes lit up, and he shouted angrily, "Get down, and do one hundred push-ups right now."

Damn it.

Sha Zhu and Xu Damao were horrified.

"By the way, Brother Wang."

Zhao Xiyan, who had taken a few steps forward, stepped back again. "If they are unwilling to do it... then write a report and send it to the broadcasting room. We will criticize them by name."

Damn it.

This even stunned Wang Hu.

If the whole factory is notified of the criticism, these two guys will become celebrities.

"I'll do it. I'm willing to do it." Sha Zhu said immediately.

"I'd love to do that, too."

Xu Damao also spoke hurriedly.

You are already in your twenties, you should have some dignity.

The two of them immediately lay on the ground, looked at each other, and then looked at Zhao Xiyan who was walking away.

If I could defeat that beast, I would have killed him today.

radio station.

As soon as Zhao Xiyan entered the door, he saw Jin Youwei and Lou Xiaoe chatting.

"Editor-in-Chief Jin, are you so free?"

"Screw you."

Jin Youwei laughed and scolded, "I'm sending you a typewriter, but you have to make it clear... 10,000 manuscripts a day."

Zhao Xiyan didn't say anything, but just looked carefully at this not-so-small typewriter.

This typewriter also has a keyboard, but this keyboard is not pinyin, and the symbols look a bit like radicals.

Could it be Wubi?

Zhao Xiyan leaned over to study it carefully and found that it didn't look like Wubi either.

"Editor Jin, what typewriter is this?"

"The crisp typewriter."

Jin Youwei sighed slightly, "This was invented by a Chinese scholar..."

"Bright? Lin Yutang?"

Zhao Xiyan blurted out.

The Mingcai typewriter went bankrupt the moment it was invented.

This typewriter can indeed type Chinese characters, but it is not typing at all. To be precise, it uses "codes" to search and pick up Chinese characters. The typewriter has thirty-six and eight-sided prism-shaped metal bars, which can accommodate more than eight thousand Chinese characters and radicals.

“Lin Yutang?”

Jin Youwei was slightly stunned, then shook his head and said, "Wasn't this machine invented by Mr. Lin Zhenhua?"

"Oh."

Zhao Xiyan didn't bother to think about who invented it, after all, he just made a slip of the tongue.

"Xiao Zhao, this typewriter is not suitable for use?" Jin Youwei frowned.

"Is this thing in mass production now?" Zhao Xiyan asked curiously.

"No, this thing is too expensive." Jin Youwei shook his head and said, "China only has two... I bought this one from someone else at a high price."

"Well, you bought it?" Zhao Xiyan looked strange.

"This money must be deducted from your royalties." Jin Youwei said confidently, "I spent three hundred yuan on this equipment..."

"Okay, let's deduct the money from the manuscript fee."

Zhao Xiyan said helplessly, "But this thing is useless... It's too complicated. I might as well write it by hand."

His head was blown when he saw this device.

Typing forty or fifty words a minute is not as fast as writing it yourself.

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