Siheyuan: Qin Huairu relies on me

The four great men entered one after another, and Lou Xiao'e, who was the last one to come in, closed the door.

"What? Are you still playing this trick on me?" Zhao Xiyan scolded with a smile.

"Hey."

All four of them sighed.

"Hey, shit."

Zhao Xiyan took out two cigarettes and handed them over, "Old Wang, if things don't work out today... are you in the mood to deal with Xu Damao?"

"Fuck, you guessed it all." Wang Dongchun immediately changed his smile, "Minister, you are amazing... 50,000 newspapers were sold out in more than an hour."

"Fuck, are they really sold out?"

Zhao Xiyan stood up suddenly, but bumped into the corner of the table, and he grimaced in pain.

This guy.

An Xin looked at him with some resentment, and when she turned her head, she saw Lou Xiao'e took a step forward, as if she wanted to rub him, and she couldn't help but be shocked.

Could it be that Lou Xiao'e also likes the minister?

"Minister... I think we should open a branch." Li Li said seriously.

"What? Branch?"

Zhao Xiyan's eyes widened.

"Yes."

Li Li said seriously, "Our "Dibao" has almost no social news... There are only articles by workers and your novels, as well as information about exchange."

"So?" Zhao Xiyan was surprised.

"So our newspaper is a purely literary newspaper..." Li Li said in a deep voice, "To be precise, our newspaper is supported by your novels and information about exchange. This will not last long. Novels cannot be popular forever, and things will not be exchanged forever."

"Wow."

Zhao Xiyan looked at her in surprise.

He really didn't expect that this girl had such a long-term vision.

"Minister, please approve it."

Li Li took out a report.

Zhao Xiyan took it and looked at it, and was even more surprised.

Li Li marked all the factory distributions in Sijiu City and the factories that could cooperate. If there was a check on the list, it basically meant that the deal was done.

There are thousands of factories, but only a few of them have a "question mark". Most likely, they are still under discussion.

"Minister, I agree with Director Li's opinion." Wang Dongchun immediately expressed his opinion.

"I agree too."

An Xin and Lou Xiao'e spoke at the same time.

"Well done, but this can't be done this way." Zhao Xiyan can really go out independently. After all, we can't really abandon the unit. We should run a newspaper, right?"

"Why not?" Li Li said seriously, "We don't want the steel rolling mill unit... Re-establish the newspaper of "Dibao".

"Does Director Yang agree? Does the factory committee agree? Does the ministry agree?"

Zhao Xiyan asked three questions in a row, which confused her.

"This..."

Wang Dongchun and others were also a little hesitant.

"Sister, it's not time for you to show your strength yet." Zhao Xiyan stood up and opened the window, "Do you believe it... Thirty years later, that will be our world. "

As long as the storm is over, everything will be fine.

But there are still more than ten years from now to the beginning of the storm, not to mention the ten years of the storm.

"I believe it."

Li Li said immediately, "Minister... when you asked for the newspaper, we agreed that we would risk our lives to work for you. Even if we owe a debt of 100,000 yuan, we will help you pay it back together."

"Yes."

An Xin and others nodded vigorously.

"How long have we known each other? Is it necessary to risk your life for me?" Zhao Xiyan laughed and scolded, "What's more... what 100,000 yuan? It's obviously only 50,000. This damn newspaper is losing money. Does the factory have to pay me the interest?"

"Speaking of which... Minister, why does the factory support you so much?" An Xin hesitated.

"I earn thousands of dollars a month in royalties. Why doesn't he support me?" Zhao Xiyan rolled his eyes.

"Ah? "

Everyone covered their mouths in surprise.

A few thousand... that means five thousand or more, this is too scary.

"Okay, if you want to become bigger and stronger, we have to find an ally." Zhao Xiyan chuckled.

"Jin Youwei?"

Li Li blurted out.

"That's right, Jin Youwei..."

Zhao Xiyan chuckled, "Go and ask someone to go to the factory director's office to make a phone call and call Editor-in-Chief Jin to talk."

"I'll go."

An Xin took long steps and ran out in an instant.

"What a wind-like woman." Zhao Xiyan joked.

"Hahaha."

Wang Dongchun and others burst into laughter.

Half an hour later.

Jin Youwei, sweating profusely, walked into the office.

"Tsk, look at how tired Editor-in-Chief Jin is... Lou Xiaoe, why don't you hurry up and pour a cup of tea." Zhao Xiyan laughed.

"Hey. "

Lou Xiaoe responded and quickly poured a cup of tea for Jin Youwei.

"Brother, you can drink tea slowly. You called me here at this time... right?Want to cooperate with me?" Jin Youwei said seriously.

"Why should I cooperate with you?" Zhao Xiyan said in surprise, "Isn't it because our editor-in-chief is immature and asked you to give some guidance?"

"You..."

Jin Youwei's eyes widened and he threw out a copy of "Dibao". "You are such a beast. You made 50,000 on the second day, but if your newspaper wants to continue, your current makeshift team won't do."

"It's better than a newspaper with a monthly sales of 30,000, right?" Zhao Xiyan said faintly.

"Hahaha."

Lou Xiao'e and others burst into laughter.

"Damn it, I'm leaving."

After Jin Youwei cursed, he stood up.

Not only did the crowd not stop him, but Li Li also stretched out her hand to open the door of the office.

...

Jin Youwei sat back on the stool dejectedly.

"Okay, I want to cooperate with you, you can make any conditions. ”

“You guys write the editorial. There are thousands of factories in the whole city... We have already figured it out.” Zhao Xiyan chuckled, “We will invest in building the newspaper’s office in the steel mill, and you will take 20%.”

“20%?”

Jin Youwei’s tone rose eight degrees, “Zhao Xiyan, don’t you feel guilty for saying such things?”

“Don’t you still have New Youth? You didn’t give me any money from New Youth.” Zhao Xiyan said righteously, “Besides... I don’t care about your money. If our Dibao covers the whole city, it will have a sales volume of at least one million copies a month.”

“You…”

Jin Youwei was speechless for a moment, and then softened his tone and said, “Brother, you are bullying me, so we will provide the reporters, and we will be responsible for delivering newspapers in the future. How about we take 40%?”

“Well, why didn’t you say you took the money too? "Lou Xiao'e asked curiously.

"Hmph."

Jin Youwei curled his lips, "That money is public funds... If you dare to embezzle even a penny, you will have to spend the rest of your life in prison."

"That's right."

Lou Xiao'e sighed.

"Forty percent is too much..."

"We, New Youth, will repair the newspaper's office." Jin Youwei gritted his teeth and said, "I also know that you are backed by the steel mill... If the factory doesn't let you work, you will be passive."

"I will also give you the position of deputy editor-in-chief of New Youth. If the steel mill doesn't want you, come to work for me directly."

"Wow."

Everyone looked at him in surprise.

Good guy, this old guy is spending a lot of money.