Siheyuan: Qin Huairu relies on me

"Brother Bei, come here, I want to talk to you."

Zhao Xiyan pulled Bei Qing aside and whispered a few words, Bei Qing's eyes widened instantly.

"Brother, this requires money."

"It's okay, I have a legitimate source of income now, just help me." Zhao Xiyan smiled.

"That's fine."

Bei Qing looked at him with complicated eyes.

He didn't ask Zhao Xiyan where the money came from, but this kid's money must be really good, otherwise this project would cost at least a thousand yuan.

"Okay, then I'm going to work."

After Zhao Xiyan patted his shoulder, he glanced at the three old men who looked like they had lost their parents, and staggered towards the steel mill.

Others saw this and immediately followed.

On the road.

"Xiao Zhao, you just cheated three old men out of a hundred yuan?" Sha Zhu said in disbelief.

"Hey, can you talk?"

Zhao Xiyan said dissatisfiedly, "Is this called cheating? I earned a hundred yuan honestly, okay? It's not appropriate to say that. I did good deeds for the three uncles."

"I'll pay you."

Liu Haizhong said angrily, "Zhao Xiyan, you are really a piece of shit. You actually want a hundred yuan from us for just one sentence?"

"One sentence?"

Zhao Xiyan sneered, "What do you mean by one sentence? I thought of a way, but you didn't... That means you are stupid and incompetent. The general's war is still a matter of one order. Do you know how many people will die for one sentence?"

"You..."

Liu Haizhong almost vomited blood.

This is because the four of them can't beat this beast together, otherwise they would have to kill him.

"Xiao Zhao, you are capable. We are all neighbors. You are too much." Yi Zhonghai said in a deep voice.

"Isn't it too much for you to let me take the blame?"

Zhao Xiyan killed the conversation with one sentence.

Yi Zhonghai and Liu Haizhong kept their faces straight and didn't say anything.

On the contrary, Sha Zhu, Xu Damao and Zhao Xiyan were arm in arm.

"Xiao Zhao, you can do it."

Xu Damao said with a smile, "You have done what these three masters failed to do. You don't look like a country bumpkin at all..."

"What you said, Sha Zhu doesn't look like a beggar either." Zhao Xiyan pouted.

"Fuck you, Xu Damao is talking nonsense."

Sha Zhu said angrily, "His family is just fleeing here. If his mother hadn't worked as a servant for a wealthy family, he and his father would have starved to death. Do you believe it?"

"Wow."

Zhao Xiyan looked at Xu Damao in surprise, "Brother Xu, I thought you were a rich young man whose family fell into poverty."

"Rich ass."

Sha Zhu said disdainfully, "Look at him, he looks like a straw bag, and he is a rich young man..."

Xu Damao walked up to Sha Zhu with a gloomy face.

Without waiting for Sha Zhu to ask, he kicked Sha Zhu's brother in the crotch.

"Fuck."

Sha Zhu knelt down on the spot, holding his crotch.

Xu Damao ran away, and after running for a while, he turned back and raised his middle finger, accompanied by a "yeah".

"Hey, so many girls are watching, this Xu Damao is too much." Zhao Xiyan said hypocritically.

It would have been better if he hadn't said it, but Sha Zhu's eyes turned red when he said it.

"Xu Damao, I'll fucking kill you."

He ignored the pain and ran after him.

Xu Damao was startled and immediately sped up.

Zhao Xiyan followed them slowly.

When he arrived at the gate of the steel mill, he found Xu Damao and Sha Zhu standing there with their heads down, and Wang Hu beside them took a stick and sneered.

"Hey, Brother Wang, what are you doing?"

Zhao Xiyan handed over a cigarette.

"These two guys actually dared to fight at the factory gate, it's simply lawless." Wang Hu said coldly.

"Xiao Zhao..."

Xu Damao and Sha Zhu hurriedly winked at Zhao Xiyan.

Indicating him to help say a few good words.

"Brother Wang, how to deal with it?" Zhao Xiyan asked.

"Wait for their director to come to pick them up." Wang Hu said in a deep voice.

"Taking them away is nothing more than scolding them, how boring." Zhao Xiyan laughed.

"Well, what do you think is a better way to deal with it, Stationmaster Zhao?" Wang Hu immediately became interested.

"Since they are so strong, why not punish them to do a hundred push-ups." Zhao Xiyan said leisurely, "The leaders are so busy, don't bother them."

"That makes sense."

Wang Hu's eyes lit up, and he said angrily, "You lie down, do push-ups now... a hundred."

Fuck.

Sha Zhu and Xu Damao were horrified.

"By the way, Brother Wang."

Zhao Xiyan, who had taken a few steps forward, stepped back again, "If they are unwilling to do it... then you write a report and send it to the broadcasting room, and we will criticize them by name."

Fuck.

Wang Hu was stunned.If the whole factory is criticized, these two guys will become celebrities.

"I will do it, I am willing to do it." Sha Zhu said immediately.

"I am willing to do it too."

Xu Damao also spoke hurriedly.

They are all in their twenties, they should have some dignity.

The two men immediately lay on the ground, looked at each other, and then looked at Zhao Xiyan who was walking away.

If they could not beat that beast, they would have beaten him to death today.

Radio station.

As soon as Zhao Xiyan entered the door, he saw Jin Youwei and Lou Xiaoe chatting.

"Editor-in-chief Jin, are you so idle?"

"Go to hell."

Jin Youwei laughed and scolded, "I am sending you a typewriter, so you have to make it clear... 10,000 manuscripts a day."

Zhao Xiyan did not speak, but looked carefully at this not-so-small typewriter.

There is also a keyboard on this typewriter, but this keyboard is not pinyin, and the symbols are a bit like radicals.

Could it be Wubi?

Zhao Xiyan leaned over to study it carefully and found that it didn't look like Wubi either.

"Editor-in-chief Jin, what typewriter is this?"

"Mingkuai typewriter."

Jin Youwei sighed slightly, "This is invented by a Chinese scholar..."

"Mingkuai? Lin Yutang?"

Zhao Xiyan blurted out.

The Mingkuai typewriter can be said to be bankrupt as soon as it was invented.

This typewriter can indeed type Chinese characters, but this thing is not typing at all. To be precise, it uses "codes" to search and pick up Chinese characters. The typewriter has thirty-six or eight prism metal bars, which can accommodate more than 8,000 Chinese characters and radicals.

"Lin Yutang?"

Jin Youwei was slightly stunned, then shook his head and said, "Isn't this machine invented by Mr. Lin Zhenhua?"

"Oh."

Zhao Xiyan didn't bother to figure out who invented it, after all, he just made a slip of the tongue.

"Xiao Zhao, this typewriter is not suitable?" Jin Youwei frowned.

"Is this thing in mass production now?" Zhao Xiyan asked curiously.

"No, this thing is too expensive." Jin Youwei shook his head and said, "There are only two in China... I bought this one from someone else at a high price."

"Well, you bought it?" Zhao Xiyan looked strange.

"This money must be deducted from your manuscript fee." Jin Youwei said confidently, "I spent three hundred yuan on this equipment..."

"Okay, the money will be deducted from the manuscript fee."

Zhao Xiyan said helplessly, "But this thing is useless... It's too complicated, I might as well write it by hand."

He was confused when he saw this equipment.

Typing forty or fifty words a minute is not as fast as writing it yourself.