Siheyuan: Qin Huairu relies on me

Finally, Xu Damao said that he was not taken away by the security department. Zhao Xiyan can be shameless, but Zhang Zhichen still has to be, right?

It was just a symbolic deduction of half a month's salary from Xu Damao, and the matter was considered settled.

Radio station.

"Comrade Anxin, you will do the opening remarks of today's broadcast, and Lou Xiao'e will read the script." Zhao Xiyan said seriously, "From now on, you two will take turns broadcasting every day, one in the morning and one at noon..."

"Minister, you have to broadcast in the morning too?" Lou Xiao'e was surprised.

"The broadcast is for the morning and noon."

Zhao Xiyan chuckled, "Comrade Anxin, is there any problem?"

"No." Anxin said seriously.

"Very good."

Zhao Xiyan nodded with a smile, "Then you should get familiar with the equipment first. The minister is out... I have to go and look at the work in the department."

"Yes."

Anxin nodded, and then began to write her own opening remarks.

Lou Xiao'e took advantage of her unpreparedness and cast a coquettish eye on Zhao Xiyan.

…

Publicity Department.

Office of the Deputy Minister.

“Zhao Xiyan, are you still a human being?” Xu Damao said with a grin, “How can I be with you guys from the same courtyard? You want me to go to the security department?”

“Yeah.”

Zhao Xiyan lowered his voice and said, “Brother Xu, I’m just talking about that. If I don’t stop you… you will be beaten to death by Lao Wang today.”

“Humph.”

Xu Damao snorted coldly and said seriously, “Xiao Zhao, how is the matter of going to the countryside that I told you about?”

“Don’t worry, you will definitely be there this time.” Zhao Xiyan said with a smile.

Now that the Ministry of Industry has released the news, how dare the steel mill delay?

That means all the projectionists have been released.

"Really?"

Xu Damao was overjoyed, "Xiao Zhao, to be honest, if I don't go to the countryside to make some money, my family will be hard to make ends meet..."

"Oh, so you went to the countryside just to make money?" Zhao Xiyan was surprised.

"Why else would I be free? Why would I go to that remote place instead of staying in the city?"

Xu Damao rolled his eyes, feeling very ashamed of Zhao Xiyan's attitude.

"That makes sense."

Zhao Xiyan smiled and nodded, "Okay, Brother Xu, go out. If people see you, they will think that I ordered you to go to the countryside."

"That's right."

Xu Damao immediately stood up and said, "Xiao Zhao, when I come back from the countryside, I'll get you two bottles of good wine..."

"Yeah."

Zhao Xiyan responded and waited for him to leave.

Immediately, he had an idea and went into the supermarket.

He walked quickly to the purchase counter and found a small typewriter there.

"The improved Mingkuai typewriter can fit any paper. Once the manuscript is inserted, it can simulate anyone's handwriting."

"Awesome."

Zhao Xiyan was overjoyed.

Finally, he didn't have to write novels by hand anymore.

In addition to the typewriter, there were also ten brand new 28-ton trucks at the purchase counter.

After he erased the "typewriter" font, he hesitated again.

I don't have any money on hand now. If I want to purchase more, I have to wait for Bei Qing to pay me back.

Zhao Xiyan sighed and walked to the container again.

Looking at the five 28-ton trucks there with surprise, he was instantly happy again.

It seems that he doesn't have to worry about money for the time being.

After taking two bags of salt-baked chicken legs, he stepped out.

With a wave of his right hand, a small typewriter appeared in front of him.

Zhao Xiyan was about to operate it, but suddenly found out.

All the manuscripts were taken away by Wang Fuqing, leaving only someone's copy. There was not a single word on his hand.

There was no way, he started writing again with a sad face.

More than an hour later, he stretched and carefully put the manuscript into the typewriter.

The typewriter light flickered, and the manuscript came out again.

Then a voice broadcast sounded.

"Loaded."

"Fuck."

Zhao Xiyan was startled and immediately put the typewriter into his bracelet.

After waiting for a long time, he was relieved and took out the typewriter again after making sure no one heard it.

He stuffed the manuscript paper in and started typing.

It must be said that the speed of this person who is used to using the keyboard is completely different from that of handwriting.

Half an hour later, two thousand words were produced.

The font was neater and more beautiful than his own.

Zhao Xiyan looked at his watch and found that it was already eleven forty-eight. He immediately put away the typewriter and walked towards the radio station.

At this time.

An Xin was sitting in front of the microphone nervously, staring at the clock on the wall.

"Don't be nervous, just treat it as a chat." Lou Xiao'e joked, "Introduce yourself, say a few words of concern... Play music, and your work is done."

"Xiao'e, thank you."

An Xin's expression eased slightly.

Zhao Xiyan pushed the door open and came in, without saying anything, just sitting aside.

Lou Xiaoe came over and whispered, "Do you want me to get you lunch at noon?"

"That's great."

Zhao Xiyan took out a lunch box from his side and chuckled, "Here, for you..."

"What is it?"

Lou Xiaoe opened it and was immediately happy, "Oh, chicken legs..."

"If you make a louder noise, you'll attract people." Zhao Xiyan laughed and scolded.

"Humph."

Lou Xiaoe wrinkled her nose and covered the lunch box, "I'll give it to Sister Qin later, and I won't leave it for you..."

"Oh, is Sister Qin more important than me?" Zhao Xiyan joked.

"Of course, she's my real sister."

Lou Xiaoe rolled her eyes at him.

When the pointer reached twelve, An Xin turned on the microphone.

"Hello, fellow workers, I am the new announcer An Xin. I hope you will like me. The weather is hot, so please remember to take care of yourself and prevent fire. If you want to leave the machine, you must turn off the power to prevent accidents."

"Let me play the song "Liuyang River" for you. I hope you like it..."

After she finished speaking, she turned on the phonograph.

For a moment, melodious music sounded in the factory.

An Xin breathed a sigh of relief, stood up and stepped aside.

"Well done."

Zhao Xiyan gave her a thumbs up.

An Xin nodded with a red face, and then watched Lou Xiao'e's performance carefully.

Seeing this, Zhao Xiyan opened the door lightly and walked towards the cafeteria.

A cafeteria.

"Oh, Minister Zhao is here to eat in person?" Liu Haizhong sneered.

Swish!

Many people looked over.

After all, it is rare to see such a young minister.

"That's true. I want to go to the toilet now. How about you go for me?" Zhao Xiyan joked.

"Hahaha."

The workers burst into laughter.

Liu Haizhong's face turned red. He just wanted to humiliate Zhao Xiyan, but he didn't expect to be defeated by this kid.

Zhao Xiyan didn't bother to pay attention to him and walked towards the food window.

Sha Zhu, who was originally holding a cigarette and pointing out the situation, immediately became energetic after seeing him. He squeezed away the apprentice who was serving food and held the big spoon himself.

Zhao Xiyan, if you can eat enough today, I will swallow all the cigarette butts.

Sha Zhu was angry in his heart, but he had a smile on his face.