Equipment procurement has always been a rich part.

Director Zhu took a moment and smiled and said, "Director Su, if I buy a boat, I can make the decision on three or five, but buying an engine will not work. It is useless for us to buy an engine at Haiguan."

Sucheng blinked and made a quick decision, saying, "We can provide ships."

Director Zhu said strangely: "Aren't you engine factories?"

"We can ask the shipyard to OEM and use our engine."

"The shipyard is now at full capacity. However, as long as Director Su can get a ship, we will buy it anyway." Director Zhu laughed and didn't say anything.

"No problem." Sucheng raised his glass again and said, "We can get the boat out in a few months at most."

This time it was Director Zhu's turn to be curious. While clinking glasses, he asked: "How do you convince the captain to use your engine?"

"You said that shipyards are in short supply, so I think they must have the urge to expand production."

"Director Su is interested in the shipbuilding industry?"

"That's not." Su Cheng waved his hand repeatedly and smiled: "I'm not very interested in making ships. However, as long as the shipyards are willing to expand, I think they always have a demand for funds. I lend them money to expand production, and they use our engines. As you said, they all have to purchase anyway."

A speedboat costs hundreds of thousands, while a large ship costs hundreds of millions of millions of yuan. Director Zhu was shocked and thought that Sucheng could inject capital into a large shipyard. He couldn't help but humbly said: "Director Su is really strong. In this way, when your ship is built, call me and I ask the people in the office to give a report. Our Haiguan is updating the equipment. It is estimated that dozens of ships will be entered in this and next two years."

Jinhai|Guan is a department-level unit. Procurement of equipment is naturally the first power of Director Zhu. However, although he seemed to be accepting it, he did not really say that he wanted to buy a ship from Sucheng.

However, this hole is already big enough, and the rest of the work does not require Su Cheng to come forward.

While Su Cheng thanked him, he couldn't help laughing. Naturally, he didn't want to lend money to a large shipyard, but was preparing to lend money to a small shipyard. Those giants with hundreds of millions of working capital were not something he could shake.

Everyone returned with great pleasure.

Have a break. Su Cheng and Wang Ting returned to Shengli Oilfield overnight. Wang Ting wanted to accompany the boss back, and Su Cheng also had to make various preparations before the festival.

The next morning, he started calling various parts factories to ensure that production will not stagnate during the Spring Festival.

Dahua Industrial has too many orders. There is no doubt that it is going to continue working overtime production. Other parts factories either continue to produce or prepare accessories in advance. No matter which one, they have to coordinate in advance. After each call, he will always add: "We got some citrus this year. I'll send a car to you for the workers to try it out."

A large accessories factory like Tian Jiabao. He will add another one: "I just got a batch of imported belts and bags from Haiguan to send them to you with the car."

Compared with the production volume of the accessories factory, a truck of citrus or a box of belts and bags are nothing, but the intention is very important.

When Su Cheng returned home, he could smell the smell of meat in the family area.

Workers received high salaries for half a year, and their lives have improved greatly. Although the pork worth 4 yuan per pound is very expensive, everyone can still buy some from time to time. The economic situation of state-owned enterprises can be seen from the prosperity of the vegetable market around the family area.

Su Cheng felt quite proud.

In the era of Shengli Machinery Factory, as a secondary unit, the machinery factory could only guarantee normal wages. It was in his hands that the bonuses and benefits were greatly increased.

In addition, the continuous recruitment of workers in factories has also solved the big problems of many working families. For them, this may be something more important than pork.

Su Cheng was proud while touching the key, and suddenly there was darkness in front of him.

But it was Shu Lan holding the hairtail, waved her hand smugly, leaning forward with her waist, and laughing: "Brother Su, do you still remember the swollen cone connection you made?"

"Of course I remember."

"I made a new transformation." Shu Lan took out a small drawing from behind and handed it to Su Cheng.

Under the dim street lights, Shu Lan's figure contour appeared instead.

Su Cheng looked at it for a few seconds before he looked back and expanded the drawings to check it out. Although it was only a small transformation, it was indeed a valuable transformation. So he commented: "It's very good."

"Although it is not as good as the design drawing of the oil pump, Teacher Liang praised me." Shu Lan raised her fist and said, "I am going to submit it to the oil field magazine. I will give it to you."

She handed the hairtail to Su Cheng and said, "I'm going to finish it. It's fried for the second time and it's even more delicious."

Su Cheng was so stupid that he said, "You eat with me."

Shu Lan was stunned for a moment, her eyes curled up: "Okay."

This time, it was Su Cheng's turn to hesitate.

On a full moon night, should you turn into a wolf howl?

They are still girls.

Su Cheng struggled inside and his hand was held.

Shu Lan pulled him all the way to the other side of the house, and Su Cheng was still a little nervous.

"Just here, the best view."

"Uh-huh?"

"Didn't you say to eat together? It's very clear to see the moon from here." Shu Lan sat under the grape trellis in the family yard and pointed at the sky.

Su Cheng sat down next to her and looked up at the full moon. It was indeed very beautiful.

But, it was a little bit out of hope.

Shu Lan narrowed her eyes, twisted up a piece of hairtail, put it to Su Cheng's mouth, and said, "Brother Su, eat it."

Su Cheng looked at Shu Lan and picked up the hairtail very seriously.

The moonlight sprinkles on the ground purely.

The holiday passes very quickly.

On New Year's Eve, Sucheng and a number of factory leaders began to visit retired workers in the factory and workers who were still working on the front line in turn.

Dahua Industrial has given 5 times the usual salary, as compensation for overtime during the Spring Festival to ensure that the production line continues to start. This overtime fee is unique in China. Except for workers with four generations living together or with grandchildren, most workers voluntarily work overtime, with the number of people even exceeding the needs of scheduling.

Although the financial returns are generous, working outside on New Year's Eve is always less happy.

Sucheng prepared as rich New Year's Eve dinner as possible, but it is still impossible for everyone to gather together. After all, as long as the production line is open, someone will have to take care of it. With the current output of Dahua Industrial's three workshops, it is really impossible to bear the losses of shutdown.

It was not until around 10 o'clock in the evening that Su Cheng completed the Spring Festival work and returned to the room tiredly, thinking to himself: This is good, so don't think about it anymore.

Turning his head, he shook his head again: Damn, I remembered it again.

This was his first Spring Festival in the 1980s...

As a bachelor, the Spring Festival is both sad and easy.

As long as you don’t think about the people and things before traveling through time, and don’t think about the people and things after traveling through time, it’s great. However, when the sound of firecrackers downstairs comes, you can’t stop thinking.

I slept all night with my head covered.

I woke up the next day. The full atmosphere of the New Year almost squeezed in through the window.

Su Cheng got up slowly, made a pot of eight treasure porridge for himself, marinated the beef, and prepared a steak that was so rich that it was not good for lunch.

When I opened the refrigerator, there were still "snow ice tiles" frozen on it. The square bricks produced by Guangming are like ice creams, with excellent taste and are the best among ice creams. Even in 20 years, it will be difficult to buy such pure ice creams.

The green onions stored in the kitchen are also carefully selected. The pure blood of the mountain | Dong green onions, one-half of the total length, are white rods, and the color gradually changes from white to blue-white, with a single pill weighing more than 1 kilogram. The high standard is also extremely difficult to see in China in the future - usually, they are exported to the European Union and the United States at a low price.

On the first day of the Lunar New Year, naturally no one will come to pay New Year's greetings. Su Cheng put eight treasure porridge, ice tiles and green onions on the table, then turned on the TV, turned on the video recorder, and pushed it into the video tape.

After a second wait, cheerful music pops up:

Gejigejigejigejigejigejigejigejigejigejigejigejigejigeji

I like "

Above the screen are a few brush words "Recommended by the Central Children's Welfare Review Council", and then, a clear voice "Ikki Brother!"

Su Cheng sighed, sat cross-legged on the sofa, and started his own Spring Festival entertainment!

The steak for lunch was delicious and Siucheng ate it until dinner.

On the fifth day of the lunar month, people began to pay New Year greetings one after another.

Sucheng habitually received everyone, talked to him for a few minutes, then gave him a gift and sent it away. The entire factory belonged to him, and it made no sense to accept the gifts from the workers.

In the afternoon, an old farmer in his 40s appeared in front of Sucheng.

He asked people all the way, and the neighbor's uncle sent him to the door conscientiously and asked, "Director Su, do you know him?"

Before Su Cheng could speak, the other party opened his eyes and asked, "Director Su? Chengzi, you really are the factory manager!"

"Yes." Su Cheng smiled at the neighbor's uncle and said, "He is my cousin, I know him."

At least in his memory, that's it.

The old man muttered "old family" and went back with gossip.

"Cousin, go to my place first." Su Cheng led the way and asked, "Why are you here? Is it easy to walk on the road?"

"It's easy to leave. When I went out, I used to be a tank truck, with one carriage and one window. Now it's much more comfortable."

As they spoke, the two entered the room.

My cousin looked around the room carefully and looked at various electrical appliances very carefully. Finally, he took out a dry tobacco and rubbed it on his leg. While stuffing the tobacco leaves, he said, "Chengzi, you are really rich."

Su Cheng smiled, lit a cigarette for him, and said, "Yes."

"We have seen all the appliances you sent to your home, which are better than what Zhu Laocai bought for his son's marriage. My youngest sister is worried about you, so I'll take a look first." My cousin slowly smoked a dry tobacco and said, "I feel relieved when you are really rich. Alas, I used to hear that you worked in Beijing, why did you get here?"

Su Cheng continued to laugh, without answering, and said, "You have been out for a few days. I'll send a telegram to your family so that they won't worry."

"I came out on the first day of the New Year. No need to call a telegram, it's wasting money." My cousin shook his hand and said, "I'm just here to take a look and leave in the afternoon."

"You'd better stay. I'll ask someone to help me shoot a telegram, take a break for a few days, and have fun." Su Cheng said without saying a word, leaving him behind, and then wrote a long telegram to read to his cousin.
To be continued...