Siheyuan: Qin Huairu relies on me

Minister Wan stood up suddenly and walked to the window.

"When will you return? Don't hesitate when you come back."

When he heard the last sentence, he was so excited that he trembled all over.

"Minister Wang, our Ministry of Culture wants this person."

"Minister Wan, please be patient."

Wang Fuqing chuckled, "Let's talk about this later. Let's see how this broadcasting station works first..."

He smiled, but he despised Wan Youlin in his heart.

What do you want? Can't our Ministry of Industry retain talents?

But he had to make preparations. Thinking of this, he turned his head and winked at his secretary Zhang Jun.

Zhang Jun immediately understood and stood up to go out, but was stopped by Wan Youlin.

"Wang Fuqing, we came from the same army. Don't I know what you are up to?" Wan Youlin sneered, "You liked to cheat in the army, and now you are here?"

Cheat?

Yang Jianguo and others looked at Wang Fuqing in astonishment.

"Old Wan, what nonsense are you talking about?"

Wang Fuqing was embarrassed, "Zhang Jun went out to the toilet or something, does he have to report to you?"

"To the toilet?"

Wan Youlin said to the secretary beside him, "You accompany him..."

"Yes, Minister."

The secretary beside him immediately stood up.

"No one else is allowed to move. If you want to go to the toilet, go one by one, accompanied by my secretary." Wan Youlin said calmly.

"You..."

Wang Fuqing glared at him, but didn't say anything else.

He is so old, it would be inappropriate if he was really exposed.

"This song "Farewell" is dedicated to all comrades who have sacrificed their lives for China. We should remember the merits of our ancestors and the beliefs of our comrades... and fight for the great new China."

The impassioned voice of Zhao Xiyan came from the loudspeaker.

"Good."

Wan Youlin cheered loudly.

Wang Fuqing also applauded.

"Next, I will tell you about "Swordsman" written by Jianghu Baixiaosheng. Please appreciate it..."

...

"What is "Swordsman?" Wan Youlin frowned, "And... who is this Jianghu Baixiaosheng?"

"You ask me, who should I ask?" Wang Fuqing said unhappily.

"Swordsman", Chapter 1: Destroying the Family..."

The voice of Zhao Xiyan came from the loudspeaker again.

"The gentle breeze is fumigating the willows, the fragrance of flowers is intoxicating, it is the season of spring in the south..."

Everyone held their breath and listened to his story.

This was incredible, everyone listened attentively.

Even the noisy cafeteria was very quiet at this time.

Everyone spoke softly, and if someone spoke a little louder, they would definitely attract the angry eyes of everyone.

After Zhao Xiyan read five thousand words in one breath.

"If you want to hear what happened next, please listen to the next chapter..."

Is that it?

Everyone looked unhappy.

Some workers even gathered and rushed to the propaganda department, shouting loudly.

"Stationmaster Zhao, please say more."

"That's right, we have a two-hour lunch break at noon, and you've only finished in one hour?"

"Hurry up, say more."

...

Wang Dongchun saw something was wrong and hurriedly opened the door of the broadcasting room.

"Xiao Zhao, it's bad... The workers are shouting downstairs, asking you to say more?"

"What the hell?"

Zhao Xiyan got up and walked out the door, and saw a crowd of people.

Everyone saw the real boss coming out, and there was another round of shouting.

"Stationmaster, what should we do?" Lou Xiao'e said nervously.

"Nothing."

Zhao Xiyan returned to the microphone and chuckled, "Dear workers, it's not that our radio station doesn't want to tell you, nor is it because we are afraid of delaying your lunch break, but this 'Jianghu Baixuesheng' only wrote 5,000 words..."

"Swordsman is published in the New Youth Daily. If you are interested, you can buy it and have a look... But our radio station has reached a cooperation with the New Youth Daily. The Swordsman will be broadcast on our radio station first every week. Thank you."

Good guy.

He originally planned to update it daily, but the New Youth Daily is a monthly magazine. If he reveals too much content, it would be inappropriate, so he decided to broadcast 5,000 words every week.

"So it's the content of the newspaper."

"Oh, I thought it was written by our radio station."

"This unfortunate thing, it writes so slowly, isn't it going to kill me?

...

These days, listening to a crosstalk is a rare enjoyment.

Martial arts stories are even more unheard of.

But everyone didn't embarrass Zhao Xiyan anymore and retreated.

"Huh..."

Wang Dongchun and Lou Xiao'e both breathed a sigh of relief.

When Zhao Xiyan was about to pack up and go to eat, a group of people suddenly walked in.

He quickly turned off the microphone and looked at them in surprise.

"Hello, this is the radio station. If you have any questions, please find our factory director..."

Puff!

Everyone laughed immediately.

"Xiao Zhao, let me introduce you. This is our Minister of Industry, Wang Fuqing, and the other is the Minister of Culture, Wan Youlin." Yang Jianguo came over from behind.

"Minister, Minister Wan..."

Zhao Xiyan greeted him obediently.

Hmm.

Everyone was slightly stunned.

This kid really knows how to distinguish between relatives and strangers.

"Comrade Xiao Zhao built a good radio station and sang well." Wang Fuqing smiled.

"It's all because of our Minister Zhang's good teaching."

Zhao Xiyan said respectfully, "Our factory director and minister built our radio station against all odds, and we also hope to give our workers a break from the heavy work."

Good boy.

Yang Jianguo and Zhang Zhichen slightly straightened their chests.

Li Weimin sighed, this step is slow, every step is slow.

"Xiao Zhao, I admire you very much. ”

Wan Youlin said, "You write beautiful songs and sing well... So I invite you to join our Ministry of Culture. You are now treated as a director, right? I will promote you to deputy section chief."

"Old Wan, what do you mean?" Wang Fuqing said unhappily, "This Xiao Zhao is from our Ministry of Industry. You poached him in front of me. Do you still take me seriously?"

"Old Wang, this person would be wasted in your steel mill." Wan Youlin said with great sorrow, "We are currently in need of cultural and artistic cadres..."

"Minister Wan, there is no distinction between high and low jobs." Zhao Xiyan whispered.

Hmm.

Wan Youlin was slightly stunned.

Does this guy know what he is talking about?

"Hahaha."

Wang Fuqing said happily, "Xiao Zhao, you said it well. There is no distinction between high and low jobs..."

"Xiao Zhao, what can you do in the Ministry of Industry? Guard this radio station? If you go to my Ministry of Culture, I can let the whole country know you..." Wan Youlin said in a deep voice.

"Minister Wan, the original intention of our factory to build a radio station is to relieve the fatigue of the workers. If I leave now for a high position and high salary, I will look down on myself."

Zhao Xiyan sighed, "Your Ministry of Culture must have no shortage of singers. These songs are all here... I don't want a penny for the copyright fee of the songs. Donate all to the front line."

Wan Youlin's eyes suddenly became complicated.