Siheyuan: Qin Huairu relies on me

Minister Wan stood up suddenly and walked to the window.

"When will you return? When you come back, don't hesitate."

When he heard the last sentence, he trembled with excitement.

"Minister Wang, our Ministry of Culture wants this person."

"Minister Wan, please be patient."

Wang Fuqing chuckled and said, "We'll talk about this later. Let's see how this broadcasting station works first..."

He had a smile on his face, but in his heart he despised Wan Youlin.

What do you want? Can't our Ministry of Industry retain talented people?

But he had to make some preparations. Thinking of this, he turned his head and winked at his secretary Zhang Jun.

Zhang Jun immediately understood and stood up to go out, but was stopped by Wan Youlin.

"Wang Fuqing, we are from the same army. Don't I know what you are up to?" Wan Youlin sneered, "You liked to play dirty in the army, and now you are here?"

Playing cheating?

Yang Jianguo and others looked at Wang Fuqing in surprise.

"Old Wan, what nonsense are you talking about?"

Wang Fuqing was embarrassed, "Zhang Jun went out to the toilet or something, does he have to report to you?"

"To the restroom?"

Wan Youlin said to the secretary beside him, "You go with him..."

"Yes, Minister."

The secretary beside him stood up immediately.

"No one else is allowed to move. If you want to go to the toilet, go one by one. My secretary will accompany you." Wan Youlin said calmly.

"you……"

Wang Fuqing glared at him but said nothing more.

I'm already so old, it would be inappropriate if I were to be exposed.

"This song, "Farewell", is dedicated to all the comrades who sacrificed their lives for China. We should remember the merits of our ancestors and the beliefs of our comrades... and fight for the great new China."

Zhao Xiyan’s passionate voice came from the loudspeaker.

"it is good."

Wan Youlin cheered loudly.

Wang Fuqing also applauded.

"Next, I will tell you about "Swordsman" written by Jianghu Baixiaosheng. Please appreciate it..."

……

"What is Swordsman?" Wan Youlin frowned and asked, "And... who is this Jianghu Bai Xiaosheng?"

"You ask me, who should I ask?" Wang Fuqing said unhappily.

"The Smiling, Proud Wanderer, Chapter 1: Destroying the Family..."

Zhao Xiyan's voice came through the loudspeaker again.

"The gentle breeze is blowing in the willows, the fragrance of flowers is intoxicating, it is the season of spring in the south..."

Everyone listened to his story with bated breath.

This was an incredible thing to hear, and everyone was fascinated by it.

Even the noisy cafeteria was very quiet at this time.

Everyone was speaking in low voices, and if anyone spoke a little louder, they would surely be glared at.

Zhao Xiyan read five thousand words in one breath.

"If you want to know what happened next, please listen to the next chapter..."

Is this over?

Everyone looked unhappy.

Some workers even gathered together and rushed to the Propaganda Department, shouting loudly.

"Stationmaster Zhao, please say more."

"That's right. The lunch break is two hours long. You've finished it in just one hour?"

"Come on, talk more."

……

Wang Dongchun saw that something was wrong and hurriedly pushed open the door of the broadcasting room.

"Xiao Zhao, something bad has happened... The workers downstairs are shouting, asking you to speak more."

"What the hell?"

Zhao Xiyan stood up and walked out the door, where he saw a crowd of people.

When everyone saw the real culprit come out, they shouted again.

"Webmaster, what should we do?" Lou Xiao'e asked nervously.

"fine."

Zhao Xiyan returned to the microphone and chuckled, "My dear colleagues, it's not that our radio station doesn't want to tell you, nor is it because we're afraid of interrupting your lunch break. It's just that this 'Jianghu Baixiaosheng' only wrote 5,000 words..."

"Swordsman" was published in the New Youth Daily. If you are interested, you can go and buy it... However, our radio station has reached a cooperation with the New Youth Daily. The Swordsman will be played first on our radio station every week. Thank you."

Good guy.

He originally planned to broadcast daily, but the New Youth Daily is a monthly magazine, and it would be inappropriate to reveal too much content, so he decided to broadcast 5,000 words per week.

“So it’s what’s in the newspaper.”

"Oh, I thought it was written by our radio station."

"This damn thing writes so slowly, isn't it going to kill me?

……

These days, listening to a crosstalk is a rare enjoyment.

Martial arts stories are even more unheard of.

However, no one wanted to embarrass Zhao Xiyan anymore and they all retreated.

"call……"

Wang Dongchun and Lou Xiaoe both breathed a sigh of relief.

When Zhao Xiyan was about to pack up to eat, a group of people suddenly walked in.

He quickly turned off the microphone and looked at them in surprise.

"Hello, this is the radio station. If you have any questions, please speak to our factory director..."

puff!

Everyone immediately became happy.

"Xiao Zhao, let me introduce you. This is our Minister of Industry, Wang Fuqing, and the other one is our Minister of Culture, Wan Youlin." Yang Jianguo walked over from behind.

"Minister, Minister Wan..."

Zhao Xiyan greeted him obediently.

Well.

Everyone was slightly stunned.

This kid really knows the difference between close and distant relatives.

"Comrade Xiao Zhao built a good radio station and sang well." Wang Fuqing said with a smile.

"It's all thanks to our Minister Zhang's good teaching."

Zhao Xiyan said respectfully, "Our radio station was built by our factory director and department head against all odds, and we also hope to give our workers a chance to relax during their hard work."

good boy.

Yang Jianguo and Zhang Zhichen puffed out their chests slightly.

Li Weimin sighed, this step is slow, every step is slow.

"Xiao Zhao, I admire you very much."

Wan Youlin said, "You write beautiful songs and sing well... So I invite you to join our Culture Department. You are now treated as a director, right? I will promote you to a deputy section chief."

"Old Wan, what do you mean?" Wang Fuqing said unhappily, "This Xiao Zhao is from our Ministry of Industry. You poached him in front of me. Do you still take me seriously?"

"Old Wang, it would be a waste to have this person in your steel mill." Wan Youlin said with great sorrow, "We are currently in need of cultural and artistic cadres..."

"Minister Wan, there is no distinction between high and low jobs." Zhao Xiyan said in a low voice.

Well.

Wan Youlin was slightly stunned.

Does this kid know what he is talking about?

"Hahaha."

Wang Fuqing was delighted and said, "Xiao Zhao, what you said is right. There is no distinction between high and low jobs..."

"Xiao Zhao, what can you do in the Ministry of Industry? Guard this radio station? If you go to my Ministry of Culture, I can make the whole country know you..." Wan Youlin said in a deep voice.

"Minister Wan, the original intention of setting up a radio station in our factory was to relieve the fatigue of the workers. If I leave now for a high position and high salary, I will look down on myself."

Zhao Xiyan sighed and said, "Your Ministry of Culture must have no shortage of singers. All the songs are here... I don't want any copyright fees for the songs. Please donate all to the front line."

Wan Youlin's expression suddenly became complicated.