Siheyuan: Qin Huairu relies on me

The third day.

Evening.

Zhao Xiyan, Wang Dongchun, Li Li, Lou Xiaoe and An Xin were all waiting at the Red Star Printing Factory. Even though the machines were so loud that they couldn't hear their words, they still stayed there.

The name "Dibao" was still controversial. Not only did the factory leaders complain, but even the leaders of the ministries and commissions thought the name was inappropriate. It was ridiculous for a small steel mill to publish a newspaper.

It's still called "Dibao" now? Isn't this laughable?

For this name, Wang Fuqing personally went to his superiors.

The big boss just said, "It's neither illegal nor against the rules, why can't we use it?"

So the name was successfully applied for.

Boom boom!

Accompanied by the roar of the machine, newspapers with the smell of ink appeared in front of everyone.

"Dibao".

President: Zhao Xiyan

Editor-in-chief: Li Li

Editors: An Xin, Lou Xiaoe

Just like that, the names of four people appeared in the newspaper.

Li Li and others stroked the newspaper, feeling a strange feeling. Although they didn't know how the sales were, at least she had done something big with the minister, right?

"Okay, let's go back. The sales channel has been negotiated. We'll send it over tomorrow." Zhao Xiyan smiled.

"Minister, you've been busy for so many days, you don't care about this day, right?" An Xin joked, "Tomorrow's newspaper is also ready... Why don't you give us a day off, and we can go and see how the newspaper sales are?"

"It's only the first step of the Long March, and you want a day off?" Zhao Xiyan laughed and scolded, then touched his chin and said, "That's not impossible... We printed 10,000 newspapers, and if we can sell 5,000 tomorrow, I'll treat everyone to Quanjude."

"Long live the minister."

Everyone cheered loudly.

That night.

Zhao Xiyan drove a half-new Soviet GAZ-110 and stopped at the gate of the courtyard. After lighting a cigarette, he breathed a sigh of relief.

He took it for granted that since there was a car team in the factory, there should be a lot of cars. In fact, there were only five cars in the entire steel rolling mill, and his GAZ-110 was approved by the ministry.

To be precise, the car was temporarily loaned to him. If he could really drive the car freely, he would have to wait until he paid back the 100,000 yuan account.

Huh!

Zhao Xiyan exhaled a puff of smoke and walked into the yard.

"Hey, isn't Minister Zhao back?" Xu Damao said sarcastically, "Tomorrow, the "Dibao" will start selling, right? Do you have confidence?"

"Come here."

Zhao Xiyan hooked his finger at him.

"What? Do you still want to hit someone?" Liu Haizhong said sarcastically.

"That's right, try to touch Director Xu today." Yan Bugui also sneered.

"Zhao Xiyan, you won't be the director for many days... The leaders of the factory admire me very much, you should slowly pay back your debts in the future." Xu Damao sneered.

"Xu Damao, look at you, a villain who has achieved success." Lou Xiao'e curled her lips and said, "It's really disgusting..."

"Lou Xiao'e, how can you talk like that?" Lin Meng said dissatisfiedly, "My man is capable, you are jealous, right?"

"I'm jealous of him?"

Lou Xiao'e made a vomiting expression, "He is just an acting director, and I am a formal staff... What is there for me to be jealous of him?"

"He won't be tomorrow." Zhao Xiyan chuckled.

"What?"

Everyone was stunned.

"Xu Damao will not be the acting director tomorrow." Zhao Xiyan said leisurely, "Xu Damao, I'll teach you a lesson... Even if my newspaper loses money, I am still the deputy director. I don't care about the Propaganda Department. I will ask the factory to recommend someone new. You are still an acting director and you want to be naughty?"

"Zhao Xiyan, I have a good relationship with Director Li. How dare you touch me?" Xu Damao said sternly.

"Who do you think you are?"

Zhao Xiyan spread his hands and said, "I am your direct supervisor, and I am also in charge of the Propaganda Department. I don't want you to take over, just ask Director Li to remove me, but..."

"Do you think Director Li will offend me for you? You are just an acting director, and I am a serious cadre... Please cherish the last time. When you go to work tomorrow, you will not be Director Xu."

After he finished speaking, he walked towards the southwest corner.

"Director Xu... Oh, look at my mouth, Xu Damao, I have only had a few days of addiction, and the director is gone?" Sha Zhu said sarcastically.

"Xu Damao, I'm not saying anything bad about you, but you don't look like an official at all." Liu Guangqi chuckled, "Zhao Xiyan is still the deputy minister, and you are showing your teeth in front of him? Who do you think you are good to?"

"Xu Damao, just be a projectionist." Jia Dongxu laughed.

"Get lost."Xu Damao roared and rushed to the backyard angrily.

He swore that he must kill the beast Zhao Xiyan.

Southwest corner.

Zhao Xiyan went to bed early after taking a bath. Qin Huairu and Lou Xiaoe knew that he had something to do tomorrow, so they didn't bother him.

The next morning.

When the two got up, Zhao Xiyan had already disappeared.

Dongcheng Textile Factory.

"Chief Qian."

Zhao Xiyan greeted a middle-aged man.

"Oh, why did Minister Zhao come in person?" Section Chief Qian chuckled, "Don't worry, there are five or six thousand people in our factory... I can eat these 500 newspapers, and they can eat them all."

"That's right, who doesn't know Section Chief Qian's ability?" Zhao Xiyan handed over a cigarette, "This is my first time to run a newspaper, I feel a little uneasy, I came to you to find comfort, right?"

"Hahaha."

Section Chief Qian laughed, "Brother, don't worry... I'll take care of this."

"Okay."

Zhao Xiyan smiled and sat in the security room.

It was eight o'clock.

People began to enter the factory one after another.

Section Chief Qian winked at several security guards, and they immediately held a meeting.

"Oh, Jianghu Baixiaosheng has a new book."

"Hey, Zhang Fugui from the steel mill has a cabinet to give away."

"Really? Oh, Li Hong from our factory has a bed to give away."

...

Several security guards were holding newspapers and discussing loudly, attracting a lot of people's attention.

"Brother Zhang, what are you reading?"

A young man came over.

"Newspaper."

The security guard chuckled, "This is our workers' own newspaper, called "Dibao", with novels... and other people are giving gifts."

"Really?"

The young man exclaimed, attracting a lot of people's attention.

"Stupid."

The security guard rolled his eyes, "Are you willing to give away your things?"

"Didn't you say that?" The young man said embarrassedly.

"You ask people what they want, exchange them with things, or give them some thank-you money... Isn't this thing here? Isn't it cheaper than buying it at the supply and marketing cooperative?" The security guard chuckled.

"Wow."

Everyone exclaimed.

That makes sense. We're going to buy something anyway, so isn't it better to talk to the person in person than to go to the supply and marketing cooperative? The things in the supply and marketing cooperative are extremely expensive.