Siheyuan: Qin Huairu relies on me

"Mom, isn't this too far-fetched?" Zhao Xiyan shouted shamelessly. "Hey, good son-in-law." Mrs. Lou took out a bundle of money from her bag and handed it to Zhao Xiyan, "Son-in-law, this is the money for changing your words." "Hey." Zhao Xiyan held the money and sighed inwardly. No wonder Xu Damao wanted to marry a rich girl. The parents of this rich girl are really arrogant. Five hundred yuan? Ten yuan is already very arrogant for others to marry a daughter-in-law. "Xiao Zhao, my daughter Xiao'e has been spoiled by me since she was young. Please bear with her." Lou Bancheng said with a smile, "How about this... you give Xiao'e a leave, I will take her to your courtyard and help her put her things away."

"Dad, this house was allocated to Xiao'e by the street office, you have to say so." Zhao Xiyan said seriously, "I have already informed Director Zhang of the street office, and he said I owe you a favor. You can take Xiao'e to complete the formalities."

"Okay, okay, my son-in-law has arranged it well."

Lou Bancheng was overjoyed, got up and left with Mrs. Lou and Lou Xiao'e.

Zhao Xiyan looked at the clock on the wall and sighed.

This time he learned his lesson and put the phonograph away first.

When it was twelve o'clock, he pressed the bell to get off work on time.

"Hello everyone, I am today's announcer Zhao Xiyan. Please enjoy the song "My Motherland" first..."

A melodious music surrounded the steel mill.

At the gate.

A spirited old man walked in slowly. Yang Jianguo and Li Weimin bowed to the left, and Wang Fuqing was on the right.

"Oh, this announcer is really good at choosing songs." The old man chuckled, "He didn't play those little Bourgeois songs like the broadcasting stations in other factories. Did he say hello in advance?"

"Chief, you are wronging Xiao Yang." Wang Fuqing joked, "You have been in the Ministry of Industry for less than three minutes, and you brought me to the steel mill for inspection... I didn't even make a phone call."

"Hey."

Yang Jianguo half bowed, with a look of respect.

"Mr. Zhao, our announcer is from the same family as you." Li Weimin joked.

"I heard it."

The old man chuckled, "But there are so many people with the last name Zhao in the world, so it's not related."

"Eh."

Li Weimin secretly thought it was a pity.

If Zhao Xiyan and Zhao Yiming were related, Zhao Xiyan would be very successful, and their steel mill would also benefit, right?

"Dear workers, you have worked hard today. The weather is hot, please pay attention to fire prevention. If the workers are not in good spirits, please let them rest for a while."

"Production tasks are important, but the health of the workers is the most important. After all, workers and peasants are the main fighting force of our country."

...

"This little comrade Zhao is very conscious." Zhao Yiming chuckled, "People-oriented is the main theme of our country."

"Yes."

Wang Fuqing nodded with a smile and raised his eyebrows slightly at Yang Jianguo.

It means that you have done a good job.

Yang Jianguo was also very happy and felt very fortunate.

After all, most of the songs they found were petty bourgeois, and Zhao Xiyan was reliable. If Lou Xiaoe played an opera or something, it might upset the big boss.

"Continuing from the last chapter, Linghu Chong looked into the hall and saw a tall, skinny old man sitting at the head of the guest seat..."

Zhao Xiyan's voice was clear and emotional.

Zhao Yiming stopped and said in surprise, "Isn't this the "Swordsman" that has been in great demand in "New Youth" recently? Why is your factory broadcasting this at noon?"

"Commander, can I have a word with you..."

Wang Fuqing pulled Zhao Yiming aside and whispered, "To be honest, the 'Jianghu Baixuesheng' who wrote "Swordsman" is the stationmaster Zhao Xiyan of the steel mill."

"Huh?"

Zhao Yiming was surprised, "How can such a talent stay in a small steel mill? He should be sent to the Ministry of Culture."

"Commander, you can't speak for Lao Wan."

Wang Fuqing said dissatisfiedly, "Comrade Zhao Xiyan is very Often there is awareness, in the Ministry of Culture is also writing books, in the steel mill is also writing books, writing books can also serve the workers, isn't this the best of both worlds. ”

“Don't talk nonsense to me.”

Zhao Yiming laughed and scolded, “What kind of treatment does he get in the Ministry of Culture, what kind of treatment does this kid get in the steel mill? You keep him, but you can't give him the treatment, isn't this a waste of time.”

“Hey, chief, I'm already arranging it.”

Wang Fuqing said seriously, “Xiao Zhao has done a good job, you heard it too... so I want him to take on a heavier task.”

“Don't fool me, kid.”

Zhao Yiming chuckled, “You are so under my commandAfter so many years, I still don't know what you're thinking? Okay, you keep this guy, but I have to take his manuscript away. "

"Well, you came to inspect the steel mill this time just for this kid?"

Wang Fuqing looked strange.

He said how to make a surprise attack.

"Hey, I went to visit the chief yesterday, and he couldn't put down "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" and "Swordsman", so he specially summoned Wan Youlin..."

Zhao Yiming shook his head and said, "This Wan Youlin is also a blockhead. The chief asked him who this 'Jianghu Baixiaosheng' is, but he refused to say, and he also said that he promised not to reveal the author's name. "

"Old Wan is afraid of involving Zhao Xiyan." Wang Fuqing sighed, "This is in the eyes of the leader, which is good or bad... After all, Xiao Zhao is still so young, if he says something wrong, it will be terrible."

"Go."

Zhao Yiming smiled and waved his hand, "Don't you know what the chief is like? Will he blame Xiao Zhao for a few words? "

"The leader won't, but... I'm afraid there will be villains." Wang Fuqing sighed.

"Hmm."

Zhao Yiming was slightly stunned, and then sighed, "You are right... Xiao Zhao I will not see you, so, you ask him to send the manuscript to the leader for review first."

"Aren't you making things difficult for me?"

Wang Fuqing sighed, "This kid is only 18 years old, does he have the courage to send things there?"

"That's right, you can't delay people from writing books."

Zhao Yiming said seriously, "So, you ask him to send the manuscript to you every day, and you forward it."

"Hey. "

Wang Fuqing nodded, feeling relieved.

Zhao Xiyan was a talented person. The two of them made the radio station very successful, and set off a radio boom throughout the city.

If possible, he really didn't want to involve Zhao Xiyan in these things.

"By the way, you can't give him less treatment." Zhao Yiming glared, "Wan Youlin gave him the treatment of a section chief, you can't give him a section chief."

"I know, I will explain to Xiao Yang."

Wang Fuqing was quite helpless.

Eighteen-year-old section chief, these people really thought of it.