Siheyuan: Qin Huairu relies on me

The entire broadcasting room was dead silent.

Lou Xiao'e crossed her arms over her chest, sat astride Zhao Xiyan, and lowered her head to wipe her tears.

Zhao Xiyan didn't dare to move, for fear that a wrong word would make her aunt angry again.

For a long while.

Knock, knock, knock!

Someone knocked on the door.

Damn it.

Zhao Xiyan was startled.

Lou Xiao'e reacted faster, picked up her clothes and put them on, then sat down at the table and lowered her head to read the manuscript.

Zhao Xiyan hurriedly ran to open the door.

"Xiao Zhao, what's wrong with you? You locked the door in broad daylight?" Zhang Zhichen said unhappily.

Zhao Xiyan was about to speak when Lou Xiao'e spoke.

"Minister, I locked the door."

"Well, why did you lock the door?"

Zhang Zhichen looked at her with a strange expression, "Did Xiao Zhao bully you? Tell me, I will send him to the joint defense office..."

"Fuck, Minister, who do you think I am?" Zhao Xiyan said angrily.

"Shut up, it's none of your business." Zhang Zhichen glared.

"Minister, you misunderstood."

Lou Xiaoe wiped her eyes and said, "My father came just now, and I had a quarrel with him... Then I got angry, pushed them out, and locked the door."

"Oh."

Zhang Zhichen's tone slowed down a little, "This Mr. Lou is really something, his daughter is so old, why is he still so strict?"

"She is only sixteen years old." Zhao Xiyan reminded.

"Hey, what's wrong with sixteen years old?" Zhang Zhichen glared, "Sixteen years old is also a job, that is an adult... There are a lot of people in our factory who are over ten years old."

There is no such thing as hiring child labor now.

As long as they are sixteen years old, if their father is gone or they suffer a work-related injury, they still have to come here to take over the job as an apprentice.

"No, Minister, did you get angry with the factory director?" Zhao Xiyan said cautiously, "It's not appropriate to scold me all over again?"

Puff!

Lou Xiaoe laughed immediately.

"Fuck you."

Zhang Zhichen said in a deep voice, "The minister will come over at noon to see how our factory's radio station is doing..."

"Minister? Which minister?"

Zhao Xiyan's brain was a little out of order.

Zhang Zhichen was angry and laughed.

"Minister of Industry Wang Fuqing, did you understand?"

"Wang Fuqing?"

Zhao Xiyan was slightly stunned, and then curiously asked, "Minister, are you and the big leader relatives? One is Wang Fuqing, and the other is Zhang Zhichen... The names are quite compatible."

"Hahaha."

Lou Xiaoe laughed so hard that she fell forward and backward.

"I say, do you want to be beaten?" Zhang Zhichen gritted his teeth.

Zhao Xiyan was about to speak when the door was suddenly pushed open.

Yang Jianguo and Li Weimin walked in, with Li Weimin holding a wooden guitar.

"Director, Director Li..."

Zhao Xiyan, Zhang Zhichen, and Lou Xiao'e shouted at the same time.

"Yes."

Yang Jianguo said seriously, "Xiao Zhao, many leaders will come later... You have to perform well this time. If you do well, you will be rewarded. If something goes wrong, you will have to burn the boiler for me."

"No, Director, this is too scary, isn't it?" Zhao Xiyan said with a bitter face, "Is it necessary to mobilize so many people for this small radio station?"

"This is the radio station of a factory in Sijiu City." Li Weimin said happily, "Don't be too nervous, the leaders will not come in to disturb you..."

"It's eleven o'clock now, get ready."

Yang Jianguo reached out and patted Zhao Xiyan's shoulder, "I just scared you, but you should be more serious. If something really goes wrong, everyone will have a hard time..."

"Got it."

Zhao Xiyan took a deep breath.

"Here."

Yang Jianguo took out a harmonica from his pocket, "This is a personal gift from me, it doesn't count as the factory's property."

"Thank you, Director." Zhao Xiyan said gratefully.

"Do a good job and don't embarrass our factory."

After Yang Jianguo said this, he turned around and went out.

Li Weimin and Zhang Zhichen followed him.

After the door was closed.

Lou Xiaoe became nervous.

"Xi Yan, what should we do?"

"Are you afraid?" Zhao Xiyan asked in surprise.

"How can I not be afraid?" Lou Xiaoe said worriedly, "So many big leaders are here, what if I make a mistake... won't it harm you and the factory?"

"Who told you to broadcast?"

Zhao Xiyan chuckled, "You have never broadcast before, how can you calm down such a big scene? Let me do it."

"Xi Yan, you are so nice."

Lou Xiaoe reached out and hugged him, kissing him hard on the face.

"Well, Miss Lou, I am a married man, please respect yourself."

Zhao Xiyan covered his face and took two steps back.

"Zhao Xiyan..."

Lou Xiaoe pounced on him with his teeth and claws, fiercelyand bit him hard.

"Ouch, you were born in the year of the dog, right?"

...

Eleven fifty-five.

Zhao Xiyan smoked calmly, while Lou Xiaoe rubbed his shoulders.

After a while, he looked up at the clock, eleven fifty-nine.

The second hand moved slowly, and when it pointed to "twelve".

Zhao Xiyan pressed the button.

Ding Ding Ding!

The lunch break bell rang.

Administrative building, conference room.

A group of people sat there solemnly, with the windows open.

"Good afternoon, fellow workers, I am Zhao Xiyan, the announcer of this event..."

Huh!

Yang Jianguo, Li Weimin and Zhang Zhichen all breathed a sigh of relief.

Just now they didn't tell Zhao Xiyan to broadcast by himself, but they didn't expect that this kid insisted on it. If there is something, he will really do it himself.

"Today our radio station presents a song for everyone, adapted from Mr. Li Shutong's "Farewell."

In the studio, Zhao Xiyan held the guitar and whispered, "I hope our comrades far away in the north are well..."

Administrative building.

"This kid has a bit of patriotism." The middle-aged man sitting in the main seat chuckled.

"Minister, the director of their street office gave him two choices last time, the first is to enter the factory, the second is to join the army, do you know how this kid chose?" Yang Jianguo smiled.

"Oh, how did he choose?"

Wang Fuqing raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Do you still need to guess? Isn't this kid in the steel mill?" Another middle-aged man joked.

"Minister Wan, that's not the case." Yang Jianguo shook his head and said, "That kid rushed to the conscription office without saying a word..."

"Oh?"

Minister Wan's eyebrows were slightly raised, "Why didn't he go to the battlefield, but joined the steel mill?"

"He is an only child, his parents have passed away, and he has just got married and has no descendants... The people in the conscription office don't want him."

Yang Jianguo sighed slightly, "This kid is making a fuss there, he must go to the army, and he told their director that if he died in the war, the house and property would be left to his wife..."

Everyone stopped laughing.

At this time.

A song came from the loudspeaker.

"Outside the long pavilion, beside the ancient road, the grass is green and endless."

"The evening breeze blows the willows and the sound of the flute is faint, the sunset is beyond the mountains."

...

The melodious song resounded throughout the steel mill.

Almost everyone put down their work and listened quietly to the song coming from the loudspeaker.