Siheyuan: Qin Huairu relies on me

"It's not impossible." Zhao Xiyan said leisurely, "But... my four directors will also be appointed as deputy editors-in-chief and get paid." "Hiss." Wang Dongchun and others paused. This is a fair double salary. Lou Xiao'e doesn't care, anyway, she is supported by someone. "Any other requests? Just say it." Jin Youwei said seriously. "Their subordinates will receive a subsidy of ten yuan per month, using the public funds of the "Dibao"... but they can't touch our Dongcheng District." Zhao Xiyan said seriously, "In other words, it is equivalent to your "New Youth" giving them special allowances every month. As for the reason, you can think about it yourself." "No problem, what's the value of this." Jin Youwei waved his hand. The propaganda department of the steel rolling mill has only more than thirty people in total, and more than a dozen people are not involved. How much money is this a month? "I'll talk about the advertiser's money." Zhao Xiyan rubbed his eyebrows. "No, brother, this is a very complicated matter." Jin Youwei was shocked. "It's not that I look down on you, but this matter, is it better for me to talk about it?"

"I promised it to someone else."

Zhao Xiyan sighed, "As long as he doesn't do too much... it's okay to let him make some money."

"I understand."

Jin Youwei reacted immediately.

Zhao Xiyan probably wants to find the factory leader to protect him, otherwise if someone wants to pick peaches, it will be terrible.

"Let's leave it at that for the time being."

Zhao Xiyan said seriously, "Li Li, Lao Wang...you follow Editor Jin and take care of these things."

"Yes."

Wang Dongchun and Li Li nodded.

"Minister, what about me?" An Xin said in a delicate voice.

"Just run the literacy class well." Zhao Xiyan said seriously, "Running a newspaper and improving your living standards is only one aspect... Don't forget your job."

"No, brother... You are doing such a big thing just to improve their living standards?"

Jin Youwei's jaw almost dropped in surprise.

"Otherwise, do you think I'm idle?"

Zhao Xiyan pouted and said, "The factory is so stingy... They eat radishes and cabbages every day. Our newspaper will run a small canteen by ourselves."

"Okay."

Wang Dongchun and others were immediately excited.

After Jin Youwei pondered for a while, he whispered, "Brother... If you want to make your propaganda department independent of the steel mill, how about I give you a trick?"

"What trick?" Zhao Xiyan said in surprise.

"Merge."

Jin Youwei said seriously, "We, New Youth, will merge with your Dibao to form a new newspaper... Then your steel mill propaganda department will take 30% and we will take 70%."

"I will pay you back 100,000 yuan in one lump sum. In addition... You can come to our new newspaper as a vice president, and the others will be treated as deputy editors-in-chief."

"Can you play like this?" Zhao Xiyan said in surprise.

"Of course, I will also sign an agreement with you. Only if you are in the steel mill propaganda department, our cooperation will take effect. If you leave... Then we will not give you the 30% shares of Dibao." Jin Youwei said in a deep voice.

"In this way... The factory should not agree." Li Li hesitated.

"Disagree? What right do they have to disagree?" Jin Youwei sneered, "This 50,000 yuan start-up capital... was borrowed by Zhao Xiyan with his salary as collateral. Isn't this paying back the interest?"

"If... I said if, I said to give them all cars, what do you think?" Zhao Xiyan whispered.

"Car allocation?"

Wang Dongchun and others were dumbfounded.

"What's the point of car allocation?"

Jin Youwei pouted and said, "I will give you quotas for clothes and shoes for the four festivals of the year."

"Minister, promise him." Li Li breathed rapidly.

"Yes, yes, Minister, I will draft the agreement." An Xin's tone was a little trembling.

Wang Dongchun slammed his thigh hard, fearing that his body would go limp.

I didn't expect that I would still have such luck in my old age.

"One more thing."

Zhao Xiyan said seriously, "We... five people hold 10% of the hidden shares. I don't care how you deal with this hidden share."

"One percent is too much, half." Jin Youwei shook his head.

"One percent is more? I..."

Before Zhao Xiyan finished speaking, he was interrupted by Jin Youwei.

"I mean you take half, and the four of them share half."

"Okay."

Wang Dongchun and Li Li agreed immediately.

"I think it's OK."

An Xin and Lou Xiao'e also hurriedly expressed their opinions.

"Draft the contract, and send the money this afternoon... Wait a minute, do you have so much money for New Youth?" Zhao Xiyan asked in confusion.

"Are you underestimating me?"

Jin Youwei sneered, "Our newspaper only sells 30,000 copies... What about the single volume?? What about the weekly? Our business is more than just newspapers. "

"Damn, that makes sense."

Zhao Xiyan slapped his thigh.

It was almost afternoon.

Jin Youwei walked into the Propaganda Department and slapped a bill on the table.

"One hundred thousand..."

"Okay."

Zhao Xiyan took out four agreements, signed them quickly, and then stamped them with the official seal of the Propaganda Department.

Jin Youwei was also not vague. After signing, he put away the contract and left in a hurry.

"Anxin..."

Zhao Xiyan shouted.

"Here."

Anxin stood up straight immediately.

"Come with me to meet the factory director..." Zhao Xiyan smiled.

"Yes. "

An Xin followed him closely.

Lou Xiao'e pouted.

This guy...could he have fallen for An Xin?

Seeing this, Wang Dongchun immediately lowered his head and walked out the door.

Administrative building.

Director's office.

The three directors and deputy directors were discussing something.

It's not that there are only three directors in the steel mill, but these three directors have power.

"Oh, Minister Zhao is a rare guest. Are you here to pay back the money?" Yang Jianguo joked.

"Yes." Zhao Xiyan smiled.

"I said...well, what did you say?"

Zhang Zhichen stood up suddenly.

"No, Minister Zhao...are you serious?" Li Weimin was shocked.

"Here."

Zhao Xiyan put the bill on the table.

Yang Jianguo picked it up and took a look, then took a breath.

"How did you do it? ”

“You don’t think I’m really going to start a newspaper, do you?” Zhao Xiyan rolled his eyes, “Isn’t it just to start the newspaper and find a sucker to take over?”

After that, he handed over a contract.

Li Weimin rarely took out his glasses, read it once, and said with great sorrow, “Minister Zhao…you sold the “Dibao” with such a small condition?”

“What?”

Yang Jianguo and Zhang Zhichen also took turns to read the contract.

It took a long while.

The office was filled with grief and anger.

“Stupid, Zhao Xiyan…are you stupid?”

“I am stupid?”

Zhao Xiyan sneered, “I have paid back the money now, and I get dry shares from the Propaganda Department every month…what if I can’t pay it back? My wife’s house will have to be mortgaged.”

“Damn it, our street office director came to me yesterday and said that someone reported me and was afraid that I couldn’t pay back the 100,000 yuan, so he wanted to mortgage my house. "

"Is there such a thing?"

The three factory managers were shocked.

No wonder this guy was so eager to sell the "Dibao". It turned out that he was forced to do so.