Siheyuan: Qin Huairu relies on me

"Xiao Zhao, listen to me..."

"Minister Wan, I understand everything."

Zhao Xiyan said seriously, "I won't hide it from you. My biggest wish in this life is to defend my country, but the army doesn't want me, so I can only be a worker, which is also considered to be contributing to the country."

The first half of the sentence is true, but the second half is nonsense.

It's okay to be a soldier, but if you can't be a soldier, no one would be willing to work.

"Old Wan, our Ministry of Industry also needs such talents." Wang Fuqing said seriously, "Xiao Zhao just said that your Ministry of Culture is not short of singers... You take the song away, and the copyright fee is the same as what Xiao Zhao said, you can donate it."

"Hey."

Wan Youlin sighed.

Why is this kid so stupid.

"Minister, Minister Wan, I have arranged lunch, let's go to the cafeteria?" Yang Jianguo said with a smile.

"Okay."

Wang Fuqing nodded, looked at Zhao Xiyan and said, "Xiao Zhao, you are a good seedling. Work hard in the future. A higher position is waiting for you."

"Thank you for the minister's teachings."

Zhao Xiyan nodded and agreed.

Tsk.

Yang Jianguo and others suddenly felt a little bit of toothache.

Look at what he said, this kid is really flattering invisibly.

"It's not a matter of teaching or not." Wang Fuqing said happily, "I just chatted with you for a few words..."

"Minister, you are an elder and my leader. I should naturally keep your words in mind." Zhao Xiyan said seriously.

"Okay, okay."

Wang Fuqing reached out and patted his shoulder.

Then he pulled the reluctant Wan Youlin away.

Zhao Xiyan and Lou Xiao'e were the only two people left in the entire radio station.

After Lou Xiao'e closed the door, she said with lingering fear, "Xi Yan, that's the big leader?"

"What do you think?"

Zhao Xiyan sat down on the stool dejectedly and exhaled, "That's the Minister of Industry, in charge of factories across the country."

"Yeah, that's really scary."

Lou Xiao'e patted her chest and said, "Xi Yan, I'll go get you lunch, you give me the lunch box."

"Okay."

Zhao Xiyan opened his backpack and took out an aluminum lunch box.

This lunch box was bought by Qin Huairu, who bought two at a time.

Lou Xiao'e ran away with the lunch box.

But before she could walk far, the door was pushed open again.

"Xiao Zhao, have you finished reading the manuscript?" Jin Youwei said with a smile on his face.

"I've finished reading."

Zhao Xiyan pouted and said, "But I haven't started writing the 10,000 words you asked for. Here are only 8,000..."

"Then hurry up and write. I'm not in a hurry."

Jin Youwei handed over a bag, "You count, here are 2,000 yuan...50,000 words of royalties."

Zhao Xiyan poured the money on the table and counted it.

Gritting his teeth, he pushed 1,000 yuan in front of Jin Youwei.

Before Jin Youwei asked, he pushed another 500 yuan.

"No, what do you mean?" Jin Youwei asked in surprise.

"Old Jin, please donate this money to the soldiers on the front line for me." Zhao Xiyan sighed, "They are fighting bloody battles in the front. Although I can't help much, I have to show my appreciation, right?"

"No, you've worked so hard..."

Before Jin Youwei finished speaking, the door was pushed open again.

"Fuck."

Zhao Xiyan and Jin Youwei exclaimed at the same time.

One hugged the money, and the other stood up.

"What are you doing?"

A man in his thirties frowned.

"Who are you? What are you doing here?" Zhao Xiyan said bluntly, "This is a radio station... not your backyard."

"I am the leader..."

"I know you are the leader's follower."

Zhao Xiyan said bluntly, "People around the leader don't know how to knock on the door?"

"Stationmaster Zhao, my name is Zhang Jun, and I am the secretary of Minister Wang Fuqing." The man introduced himself.

"Secretary Zhang, what do you want?" Zhao Xiyan's tone slowed down.

"I'm here to give you something..."

Zhang Jun looked at the money on the table and frowned, "Stationmaster Zhao, why don't you explain first, what's going on with this money?"

"Legal income."

Zhao Xiyan took out the contract and was about to hand it to him, but he shrank back, "Secretary Zhang, I'm showing you the contract to explain to you where the money came from... but I hope you don't leak the contents of the contract to anyone."

"I promise, I won't tell anyone except the minister." Zhang Jun said seriously.

"You call this a promise?" Jin Youwei said with a dark face.

"But..."

Zhang Jun hesitated, "I promise that if the minister doesn't ask, I won't tell him, is that okay?"

"Hey."

Zhao Xiyan sighed and said earnestly, "Secretary Zhang, please bear with me..."

Then he handed him the contract.

Zhang Jun opened it and took a look, and his eyes widened immediately."You are the author of "Swordsman", Jianghu Baixuesheng?"

"Yes."

Zhao Xiyan took out a cigarette and handed it to them, saying helplessly, "Secretary Zhang, you see such a big reaction. If other people know, I will have a hard time."

"I will never tell..."

After Zhang Jun said, he added, "I will also ask the minister not to tell others."

...

Zhao Xiyan and Jin Youwei looked at each other and saw the helplessness in each other's eyes.

"Stationmaster Zhao, this is not your remuneration, why are you giving it to him again?" Zhang Jun asked curiously.

"I am a commoner, what do I need so much money for?" Zhao Xiyan said helplessly, "This money is donated by me..."

"So much?"

Zhang Jun widened his eyes.

He looked at the two thousand yuan written on the contract, and the pile in front of Jin Youwei was at least one thousand four hundred or five hundred yuan.

"It's all a token of my appreciation."

Zhao Xiyan put the money in front of Jin Youwei back into the bag and said, "When you donate, donate in the name of your New Youth Daily."

"Don't make a fuss."

Jin Youwei laughed and scolded, "What if the leader comes down and asks me where I can donate so much money? Let's donate in the name of Jianghu Baixiaosheng."

"That's fine."

Zhao Xiyan shrugged and looked at Zhang Jun, "Secretary Zhang, why are you here..."

"This is the bicycle voucher that the minister rewarded you. You can take the voucher to the supply and marketing cooperative or department store to buy a bicycle."

Zhang Jun said, and took out a receipt from his pocket.

Zhao Xiyan took it and saw that it said "Shanghai Bicycle Factory No. 3" and then the four big words "Bicycle Voucher" were written below.

"No, do you need a ticket to buy a bicycle?"

"Yes."

Jin Youwei sighed, "At the beginning of this year, the issuance of various tickets was proposed, and now it has just been officially implemented... Food, oil, cloth and other necessities of life now also require various tickets."

Fuck.

Zhao Xiyan cursed inwardly. If he had known, he would have bought more things at that time.

Now, he needs tickets to buy things.

Where can he get tickets as an ordinary citizen?

"Comrade Zhao Xiyan, I have sent you the tickets. The minister hopes that you will work hard and contribute to the construction of New China." Zhang Jun said seriously.

"Thank you, Secretary Zhang. I will work hard."

Zhao Xiyan bowed slightly to show his gratitude.