Siheyuan: Qin Huairu relies on me

"What are your names?" Zhao Xiyan asked with a smile.

"Zhang Xiaohua, Chen Xiaoxia."

Qin Aihua smiled and said, "I have sent this person to you. What do you think about our HR department?"

"Director Li, from now on, manuscripts sent by the Human Resources Department will be given priority for review and mailing..." Zhao Xiyan said to Li Li.

"Yes, Minister."

Li Li nodded quickly.

"That's pretty much it."

Qin Aihua chuckled and said, "Zhang Xiaohua, Chen Xiaoxia... your files have been placed in the Propaganda Department. How to carry out your work in the future will be decided by your department head."

"Yes."

The two girls nodded.

Zhao Xiyan walked to the small office and knocked on the door.

"Announcer Lou... come out for a moment."

"what's up?"

Lou Xiao'e opened the door and looked at him with a face full of reproach, "Minister, I am familiarizing myself with the manuscript."

"Let's get to know the people first."

Zhao Xiyan pointed at Zhang Xiaohua and Chen Xiaoxia and said, "You will be in charge of them from now on... If you can bring them out, I will let you be the director."

"Ouch."

The whole office was in an uproar.

Wow, another director.

"Really? You are the leader, you are not allowed to lie." Lou Xiao'e said coquettishly.

"Director Li, please prepare a document survey form and send it to the directors of each department next month, asking them to rate our radio station on a 10-point scale... If the radio station can score above eight points, I will recommend Lou Xiao'e to be the director of the radio station." Zhao Xiyan said loudly.

"Yes."

Li Li nodded.

"Okay, take your people and go."

Zhao Xiyan laughed and scolded, "I've given you this opportunity, but you have to fight for your reputation..."

"understood."

Lou Xiao'e wrinkled her nose, "Teacher Meng asked you to hand in your paper, otherwise it will be considered as you skipping class..."

"I'll write it later."

Zhao Xiyan smiled and said to everyone, "Everyone work hard. I will ask the directors of each department every month. If you can get a recommendation from the director... I will help you get promoted."

"Minister, can we raise it when we just arrived?" Zhang Xiaohua asked in a tender voice.

After all, she was the person chosen by Qin Aihua herself. She was not particularly pretty, but her voice was soft, sweet and charming.

Many gay men couldn't help but look at her.

"Don't worry, explain it to them." Zhao Xiyan said with a smile.

"I've only been in the factory for three days, and I'm already the director." An Xin said seriously.

"what?"

Zhang Xiaohua and Chen Xiaoxia covered their mouths.

How can this be?

clap clap clap!

Zhao Xiyan clapped his hands and said, "Okay, if you have any questions, go find your director. If the director can't solve it, come to me... I hope that by the end of the year, everyone can be promoted at least one level."

"Yes."

Everyone shouted in unison, and morale was high.

As soon as Zhao Xiyan returned to his office, Chen Xiaoxia and Zhang Xiaohua immediately became alert.

"Stationmaster, is our minister married?"

"Well?"

Everyone looked at them strangely.

"First, I'm not the stationmaster yet. Second, Zhao Xiyan is not a minister, but a deputy minister. Third... he is married and his wife is very beautiful. Don't mess with him." Lou Xiao'e said seriously.

"Ah? How old is he? Why is he married?" Zhang Xiaohua said regretfully.

"Stationmaster Lou, you have to keep an eye on your two subordinates." Wang Dongchun chuckled, "The last time Director An came to our promotion... the minister's wife came to visit in person."

"Ah? There is such a thing?" An Xin asked in surprise.

"You are so beautiful, your wife must be worried." Li Li joked, "Besides... our minister is young and capable. Who wouldn't be concerned about a man like him?"

As soon as she finished speaking, the door of the minister's office was opened.

"I was wondering if you guys are very free, do you want me to find something for you to do?"

brush!

Everyone dispersed in a hurry.

Lou Xiao'e, one in each hand, pulled Zhang Xiaohua and Chen Xiaoxia towards the radio station.

Minister's Office.

Zhao Xiyan waved his right hand and the typewriter appeared on the table.

Writing a history paper is not a piece of cake for him, but it is not difficult for him either.

Da da da!

The whole office was filled with the sound of typewriters.

More than an hour later, a 5,000-word paper was ready.

"Searching for the Spirit of Chinese Culture" is a very targeted title. After all, there is a high chance that Meng Yanwu is his thesis examiner. Since he doesn't even want a defense, he can only start with the thesis.

Zhao Xiyan was looking at the paper he had just written when suddenly there was a knock on the door.

He waved his right hand, put away the typewriter, and shouted, "Come in."

"Minister Zhao..."

"Secretary Zhang?"

Zhao Xiyan was slightly stunned.

What did Wang Fuqing's secretary come to see him for?

"Minister Zhao, the Minister asked me to come and give you the manuscript fee and pick up the manuscript."

Zhang Jun handed over a brown paper bag with a smile on his face.

Zhao Xiyan weighed it and felt it was a bit heavy. He couldn't help but ask curiously, "How much money is in it?"

"Six thousand three hundred and forty-five dollars and thirty-two cents."

Zhang Jun handed over a note.

"How many?"

Zhao Xiyan was almost scared to death.

Wow, more than 6,000 yuan?

“This is the money left after you donated half.”

Zhang Jun smiled bitterly and said, "New Youth sent your manuscript overseas. I heard that this money is only the initial payment... some of the payment has not yet arrived."

Wow, writing books really makes money.

Zhao Xiyan muttered to himself, then shook his head.

It’s not about making money by writing books, it’s about Master Jin being awesome.

"Minister Zhao..."

Zhang Jun called out cautiously.

"Well."

Zhao Xiyan came back to his senses, opened the cowhide bag and took out two thousand yuan, then handed the bag back to him, "I can't spend so much money... There's still a war going on, so just donate it to me."

"All...all donated?"

Zhang Jun was startled.

Although this is only half of the royalties, and he has never seen the other half, right? But the donation of more than 4,000 yuan is still very impressive.

"Didn't I leave two thousand?"

Zhao Xiyan cursed with a smile, then took out a thick stack of manuscripts from the drawer and handed them to him, "Here, here are the manuscripts, take them away."

"Minister Zhao, I admire you very much." Zhang Jun said seriously.

"I say that's enough, take your things and go."

Zhao Xiyan waved his hand.

"Yes."

Zhang Jun put the cowhide bag and letter paper aside, wrote a receipt and handed it to him, "Minister Zhao, I will send it to you after the receipt is shown over there."

"it is good."

Zhao Xiyan nodded with a smile.

Zhang Jun held the cowhide bag, bowed deeply to him, and then walked out the door.

Zhao Xiyan smiled bitterly and shook his head. There were only a few televisions nowadays, so books could not be converted into cash. However, the copyright of the book could still be obtained, after all, it covered the author's lifetime and fifty years after his death.

If nothing unexpected happens, he will still live to see Master Jin's works made into TV series.