Siheyuan: Qin Huairu relies on me

Zhao Xiyan held a guitar and spoke into the microphone.

"Good afternoon, fellow workers. I am today's announcer Zhao Xiyan. Today is Friday and tomorrow is the weekend. Please do your last shift."

"Before leaving the factory, please ask the leaders of each department to supervise their subordinates to maintain good hygiene in the department, count the property, and lock the doors and cabinets to prevent theft by thieves. Thank you."

...

Administrative building.

The factory leaders who were in a meeting stopped, and the staff opened the window with a discerning look.

"Xiao Zhao's reminder is very good." Yang Jianguo chuckled, "The factory has a broadcasting station, which is different..."

"The factory director is right."

Li Weimin also laughed, "The leaders of each department have conducted surveys. The workers like the radio station very much and look forward to listening to the radio station's broadcasts every day..."

"That's right. The workers' spirits have been relaxed, and the output has increased recently." Someone began to flatter.

"It's all thanks to the good leadership of Director Yang and Director Li..."

...

This building started to be wrong as soon as it tilted.

Yang Jianguo was too lazy to listen to their nonsense and made a "hush" gesture.

Everyone was immediately silent.

Radio station.

Zhao Xiyan held the guitar and said to the microphone, "Today I will bring you a song "You Once" sung by Hua Manlou..."

Hua Manlou?

Everyone was slightly stunned when they heard the name.

Zhang Zhichen was even more amused. This kid must be talking nonsense.

"I once dreamed of traveling the world with a sword."

"Take a look at the prosperity of the world."

"Young hearts are always a little frivolous."

...

Zhao Xiyan's voice was low and magnetic. Lou Xiao'e, who had just ridden into the steel mill, stopped the car and listened quietly.

The chorus started.

"Dilililidilililidada."

...

Everyone was stunned.

A canteen.

"Damn, this country bumpkin sings well." Jia Dongxu gritted his teeth.

"What if he sings well? He won't get paid any more." Xu Damao said with a sneer.

"That's right."

Yi Zhonghai sneered, "He is a director, but he is just a first-level clerk, earning only 78 yuan a month... It's nothing."

"That's right."

Liu Haizhong puffed his cheeks and said, "I still get 84.5 yuan a month."

"I say Liu Haizhong, Stationmaster Zhao is only 18 or 19 years old, how old are you? Are you still comparing yourself with him?" The worker next to him laughed.

"That's right, you were promoted to the seventh-level forging worker at the age of 40, right? He was a first-level clerk when he entered the factory." Someone else laughed.

"What first-level clerk? That's a cadre, you know?"

"Get out of here."

Liu Haizhong glared, "That guy just got promoted by flattering..."

Bang!

A basin was thrown from somewhere and hit him on the head.

"Who the hell dares to hit me?"

Liu Haizhong stood up suddenly, but found that almost everyone at the table next to him or in the distance was holding up their lunch boxes.

"Liu Haizhong, shut up, and get out if you make trouble again." Li Hongjun, the workshop director of the seventh workshop, glared.

Liu Haizhong sat down immediately, shut up and dared not say anything more.

Although he is a seventh-level worker, the workshop director has many ways to deal with him.

After a full thirty minutes, Zhao Xiyan's voice came from the loudspeaker.

"Today's broadcast is over, I wish you all a happy weekend."

"Fuck, Lin Pingzhi is not the protagonist?"

"Don't say that, I always think Lin Pingzhi is not the protagonist, too cowardly."

"That's right, Linghu Chong is so cool."

...

Everyone quarreled immediately, and the quarrel became more and more fierce.

Seeing this, Xu Damao couldn't help but shout, "What's the point of you arguing? Why don't you go to the radio station and ask Zhao Xiyan..."

"Hmm."

The whole cafeteria fell silent instantly.

Everyone looked at him as if he was a fool.

"What? Am I wrong?" Xu Damao asked boldly.

"Stupid."

Li Hongjun said disdainfully, "This book was written by Jianghu Baixiaosheng, and Zhao Xiyan is just a storyteller. He knows nothing."

Damao's face suddenly turned red.

He was so busy inciting the masses to find trouble with Zhao Xiyan that he forgot about this.

Radio station.

"This song is good, did you write it yourself?"

Zhang Zhichen took out a cigarette and handed it over.

"Yes."

Zhao Xiyan said calmly, "Don't tell anyone about this, or you'll be in trouble."

"Got it."

Zhang Zhichen nodded with a smile and was about to leave when Lou Xiao'e came in.

"Minister, what major did our stationmaster apply for?"

"Ancient literature." ZhaoXiyan said immediately.

"Then I will also apply for ancient literature." Lou Xiao'e said with a smile, "Then I will go to school with the stationmaster, and I will have a companion..."

"Don't listen to his nonsense, this kid applied for history major."

Zhang Zhichen laughed and scolded, "You and Xiao'e go to school together, and you can take care of each other... These days are not peaceful, you can't put others in danger just to avoid suspicion, right?"

"Minister, my family has a car." Zhao Xiyan's head was full of black lines, "There are drivers to pick up and drop off during get out of class..."

"Hmm."

Zhang Zhichen was stunned for a moment.

"I have a car at home, so I can take you along the way." Lou Xiao'e scolded, "You don't even have a bicycle... How unsafe it is."

"Yes, yes, yes, I can take you."

Zhang Zhichen hurriedly said, "Xiao'e, you got a place, so I will also apply for you to the history major... I'm leaving first."

While he was talking, he didn't dare to look at Zhao Xiyan the whole time.

Even if he didn't look, he felt a chill on his back.

After Zhang Zhichen left, Lou Xiao'e locked the door immediately.

"Lou Xiao'e, what are you doing? You are not allowed to mess around." Zhao Xiyan said sternly.

"Hmph."

Lou Xiao'e stretched out her hand to pinch his ear and said tenderly, "Zhao Xiyan, are you hiding from me?"

"No, how could that be?"

Zhao Xiyan smiled and said, "I'm afraid that others will misunderstand... Shit."

He was halfway through his words when Lou Xiao'e pulled up her clothes.

"We are all like this, are you still afraid of misunderstandings?"

"No, sister, this is an office, it's not allowed to be like this."

Zhao Xiyan hurriedly held down her clothes.

"Then are you still hiding from me?"

Lou Xiao'e's eyes widened.

"No." Zhao Xiyan said seriously.

"Swear."

Lou Xiao'e sneered, "You don't say a word of truth..."

"Okay, I, Zhao Xiyan, swear here that if I continue to hide from Comrade Lou Xiao'e, the whole family of Xu Damao in the backyard of No. 95 Nanluoguxiang will die, is this okay?" Zhao Xiyan sighed.

Puff!

Lou Xiao'e immediately smiled coquettishly and scolded, "How did Xu Damao offend you? Why do you curse him like this?"

"I'm not hiding from you, his family is safe." Zhao Xiyan said seriously.

"Hahaha."

Lou Xiao'e fell into Zhao Xiyan's arms.

The two looked at each other.

She smiled slightly and closed her eyes slightly.

"Fuck, I haven't eaten yet..."

Zhao Xiyan stood up suddenly and said anxiously, "I have to go to eat quickly, otherwise I will starve to death."

He opened the door and ran away.

"Zhao Xiyan, go to hell."

Lou Xiaoe yelled angrily, picked up the book on the table and smashed it hard.