Siheyuan: Qin Huairu relies on me

"Brother Zhang, would you like to show me this newspaper?" the young man said with a flattering face.

"Show you? Don't you know how to buy it yourself?" The security guard pointed at the door of the security room, "Here, five cents a copy... If you want, buy it yourself, Old Xie is there to collect the money."

"No, your security department also sells newspapers?" Someone was surprised.

"This is our workers' own newspaper." The security guard said righteously, "We are also workers, shouldn't we support it? There are also many people in our factory who write articles in newspapers."

"Oh, our factory?"

Everyone was stunned.

Suddenly a bicycle came galloping.

"Chief Qian, I'm taking two hundred newspapers. There are no newspapers in the chemical plant."

An Xin got off the car, walked to the newspaper storage area, counted two hundred copies, put them on his back, and galloped away.

"I said you should buy it quickly, otherwise the newspaper will be gone."

Chief Qian roared, his heart was bleeding.

The security department can earn one cent for each newspaper, and ten newspapers can earn one dime... An Xin just took two yuan from him.

Although two yuan may not be much, "Dibao" is a daily newspaper.

This money can be earned every day, five yuan a day, one hundred and fifty yuan a month, not to mention... it's just the beginning, if one thousand copies are sold a day, it will be nearly three hundred yuan a month.

Even if everyone shares it, it is not a small amount.

"I want one."

The young man shouted immediately.

"I want one too."

Many people came forward and started to buy newspapers.

Zhao Xiyan, who was sitting in the security room, stood up and watched everyone flipping through the newspapers carefully.

Some people couldn't take their eyes off the cover of "The Legend of Chu Liuxiang", while others turned directly to the "Workers' Mutual Aid" column, which was densely packed with hundreds of messages.

Some families have things to send, and some "poor households" want help and want something. There are all kinds of information, everything is available, with names and addresses marked on it, and you can just go to their door.

There are many people in the textile factory, and 300 newspapers can't meet everyone's needs.

"Chief Qian, where are the newspapers?"

"I want another one."

"Hurry up and take out the newspapers."

...

Everyone was excited, and they all wanted newspapers.

And those who bought newspapers secretly folded the newspapers, and they themselves hadn't finished reading them.

"Chief Qian, Chief Qian... The soap factory has no newspapers, do you have any?"

Lou Xiao'e came flying.

"No more."

Section Chief Qian spread his hands, feeling a bit pained, "Director An just took away 200 newspapers from me. You are wrong. How can you take back the newspapers you gave us?"

"The chemical plant newspapers are gone as soon as they are put up." Lou Xiao'e spread her hands, "You are selling slowly...she came to you to get them."

"No, girl, who said it's selling slowly? I didn't get any."

"Hurry up and talk to your leader, and put up more tomorrow."

"That's right, I like Jianghu Bai Xiaosheng so much, I haven't even seen his new book."

...

The workers complained one after another.

Lou Xiao'e could only nod and apologize to everyone.

After the workers left, Zhao Xiyan came out of the security room.

"Minister, why are you here?" Lou Xiao'e asked in surprise.

"Come and see the situation." Zhao Xiyan shook his head and said, "Chief Qian, you've worked hard... Director Li Li will come to collect the money later."

"Can't you just take the money away?" Chief Qian said in surprise.

"That won't work."

Zhao Xiyan said seriously, "The only one who can collect the money is Director Li... If there are no rules, there will be problems in the future."

"Okay, brother, I'll listen to you."

Chief Qian smiled and said, "Brother, I was the first to support you, right? I helped you to talk to the soap factory and the pharmaceutical factory."

"I'll send you a thousand copies tomorrow."

Zhao Xiyan took out a cigarette and passed it around.

"Good brother."

Chief Qian was immediately overjoyed.

How many people are there in their security department? Each person can get at least ten yuan, and this is only for one month. In a year, you can get half a bicycle.

Steel rolling mill.

Propaganda department.

As soon as Zhao Xiyan and Lou Xiao'e entered the door, warm applause broke out in the office.

"Good boy, 10,000 newspapers were sold out in one morning." Yang Jianguo said with a smile.

"To be precise, it took two hours." Jin Youwei said with a complicated look, "Minister Zhao, I underestimated you."

"Minister Zhao, congratulations."

Li Weimin reached out and patted Zhao Xiyan on the shoulder.

Zhang Zhichen didn't say anything, but his eyes were full of smiles. After all, Zhao Xiyan was his subordinate, and his subordinates were capable, so everyone benefited from it."Leaders, this is just the beginning." Zhao Xiyan said with a wry smile, "Everyone is just looking for something new today... You won't be able to sell so many tomorrow."

"For a new newspaper, two thousand copies a day is already good, not to mention that you are a daily?" Jin Youwei shook his head, "As long as you build up your influence, newspapers can make a lot of money."

"Ten thousand copies a day, four cents a copy, one thousand six hundred a day?" Yang Jianguo exclaimed, "Xiao Zhao, are you really rich?"

Hiss.

Everyone took a breath of cold air.

"Director, you are not right." Zhao Xiyan shook his head and said, "No matter how much you earn a day... This money is public funds, it belongs to our propaganda department, don't think about me."

"You..."

Yang Jianguo said helplessly, "Okay, you pay the money back first."

Sixteen thousand a day sounds like a lot, but in fact it is just like that. Just like Zhao Xiyan said, it is impossible to sell so much every day, right?

"Okay, Lao Yang, let's not disturb Minister Zhao." Li Weimin said with a smile, "Now he is just starting out, when he makes money in the future... let's have a drink, right?"

"Yes, Xiao Zhao, you keep working hard."

After Yang Jianguo laughed, he left with the two deputy factory directors.

Zhao Xiyan looked at the excited people and said loudly, "Everyone has worked hard today, each of you will get a bonus of ten yuan... It is considered a good start for our "Dibao". Director Li will pay the money after receiving it... Remember to keep a record."

"Long live the minister."

Lou Xiao'e and others shouted excitedly.

Damao, it's only ten yuan?

The group of people who did not participate were immediately numb.

Xu Damao was even more resentful, and this beast was afraid that he would attack him.

"Director Xu..."

Zhao Xiyan shouted, which scared Xu Damao.

"Minister..."

"Today's routine work has not been done yet. You should quickly arrange it and have someone give out the blackboard newspaper... As for what kind of article to publish, you can ask Director Li." Zhao Xiyan chuckled.

"No... Didn't you say yesterday that you would dismiss me?" Xu Damao said in surprise.

"Brother, I am a cadre, not a bandit. As for dismissing you for your two impolite words, if this gets out, wouldn't I become a person who can't distinguish between public and private?" Zhao Xiyan said helplessly, "Hurry up and arrange the work... If something goes wrong, don't blame me for causing trouble for you."

"I..."

Xu Damao hesitated.

"Director Xu, do you not want to do it? If you don't want to do it, there are plenty of people who will do it." Li Li sneered.

"I'll arrange it right away."

Xu Damao greeted half of the women in Zhao Xiyan's family in his heart. This beast's words made him unable to sleep all night yesterday.