The position of the Ministry of Energy is very embarrassing. In the name of ministries, it manages four departments: oil, nuclear energy, coal and electricity. In addition to electricity, the other three energy sources are the original ministries and commissions that have been abolished.

In just one year, the influence of the Ministry of Petroleum, Ministry of Coal and Ministry of Nuclear Industry has not subsided, and various relationships are particularly so. In this case, the Ministry of Energy had to propose "policy, regardless of people, money, and materials."

The result became that the Ministry of Energy could only control electricity, regardless of oil, coal, and nuclear.

This time, Minister Guo came forward to coordinate the action, which was a brand new attempt. He had the idea of ​​managing overseas oil fields in his heart.

Therefore, his policy of threatening Sucheng is indeed possible. As an exciting resource under the Ministry of Energy, what is the count of wasting a little freight?

For CNPC, Sinopec and CNOOC, the Setan Oilfield is not theirs anyway. As Minister Guo makes trouble, if he can make some things out, he can get equal benefits.

But Minister Guo didn't get anything, and Su Cheng's attitude was stinky and hard, leaving him with nowhere to do anything.

In this case, Vice President Xiao of Sinopec ignored Minister Guo and was ready to jump out and contact Sucheng. As he said, the oil quality in the Middle East oil fields is good, so it doesn’t matter.

In other words, using 1 million tons of Middle East oil saves tens of millions of RMB in the production process, but not much, and it accumulates a lot.

The leaders of CNOOC and CNPC could also hear what Vice President Xiao meant and pretended that they didn't hear it. They didn't have many refining and chemical plants, and they were the ones who produced crude oil. I would definitely not want to buy crude oil at a fair price.

Seeing that no one objected, Vice President Xiao laughed twice with satisfaction and went to contact Dahua Industrial.

After he left, the people from CNPC and CNOOC quietly returned and contacted Dahua Industry separately. What they valued was not oil, but exploration and mining projects.

For Chinese companies, being able to travel to the Middle East is a very good opportunity. Sucheng has already bet on its profits. They just want to make some stable money and opportunities.

Sucheng would not object to this at all and actively agreed.

China's oil industry is a very special industry. It has been purely official since its establishment. It was managed by the army in the early days.

Due to the high profits, the independence of the oil system is very strong. Needless to say, the exploration, drilling and mining links are even deeply penetrated. At the most powerful time, the screws on the oil pipelines are specially made and can only be produced by factories under the Ministry of Petroleum. The factories under the Ministry of Machinery and Chemical Industry will not be involved.

Therefore, in China, a small number of oil workers can be recruited and searched for small factories in cities and counties. If a large-scale employment is really a must, it is necessary to touch the Ministry of Petroleum. Until the 1990s, graduates from oil schools were all assigned. If Petroleum was unwilling to work in groups, Sucheng would have to go to Shengli Oilfield to help.

Fortunately, there are not many people who are so "persistent" to make things worse. After discovering that Sucheng is a difficult hedgehog, CNPC and CNOOC both sent their own liaison officers to understand the attitude of Dahua Industrial on the one hand and the environment in the UAE on the other hand.

Su Cheng secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Being stared at by four ministerial institutions was a very stressful thing. Fortunately, everyone was busy and they were watching each other for a lifetime. It was difficult to do.

February 5th.

Su Cheng quietly left Beijing, met with Wulang, Silang and his fourth sister Xu Feng, and returned to his hometown Jingshan to celebrate the New Year.

Since this era came, Su Cheng has been careful not to touch the memories of the past. However, the longer he has been integrated into the times, the more opportunities he has to touch the memories.

More than a year has been enough to calm down and face a new self again.

Going home for the New Year is a good day for Goro, Silang and the fourth sister. For Sucheng, it is a spiritual journey. He has to face Sucheng's happiness, Sucheng's pain, Sucheng's happiness and Sucheng's life.

Sitting in the bumpy jeep, Su Cheng couldn't help but think of his biological parents. He had tried to search, but in this world, they seemed to have never appeared.

"How far is it?" Su Cheng seemed to wake up from a dream, looking at the strange and familiar poplar and jujube trees around him.

"It took half a day. The money Goro sent was used to build a large mechanized farming road, otherwise it would be difficult to leave." Siro had just left his hometown not long ago, and now he came back, but he felt novel.

In contrast, after a year of leaving, Goro began to miss him and said, "The road to Jingshan was used to be a horse gang road. Later, when he built a mechanized farm road, he could only pass a tractor and a ox cart. I brought a lot of money. I wanted to ask someone to build a ancestral hall and build a primary school in the village. Later, my uncle advised me that the old and young men in the village should work hard to build a large mechanized farm road. Those who can pass the car would go to the town to study. There were many teachers there and they could go to middle school."

In a trance, memory also jumped into Su Cheng's head.

Hundreds of years ago, Jingshan was once prosperous. At that time, the people of Jingshan who were walking to the west had built many large mansions and walked away many horse gang roads.

In modern times, the road to Jingshan is outdated.

Su Cheng still remembers the mechanized farming road. When he was in junior high school, he went home every month, took the steamed buns steamed by his mother and brought some pickles to eat at school for a month.

Later, when I went to college, I couldn’t go home every year. The fare was very expensive, and I had to study hard during the winter and summer vacations...

When I think about it carefully, it seems that I have less and less time to meet my mother.

This is how Chinese people come from generation to generation. When they were young, they hoped to be successful in their careers. Only after becoming a father can they truly return to their families, be filial to their parents, and raise their children...

Su Cheng thought about it, his eyes were blurred.

"We build a school in the village." Su Cheng suddenly spoke. He was afraid that he would continue to feel sad if he didn't speak anymore.

Goro was stunned and said in a flash: "Okay, I'll donate my salary too..."

The fourth sister Xu Feng chuckled and said, "Wuron's salary is high, so I need to donate more. I will leave half of the money to buy clothes and donate the rest."

It’s so good to be a person from Jingshan, but Shiro is an exception. He looked at Goro and Xu Feng, then at Su Cheng, and whispered: “Can I donate one-third of it?”

Su Cheng laughed and said, "You don't need to donate, I'll pay it. Take your money home and buy more good things. In addition, give some red envelopes to the elderly and children who have not been released. This is mine, and yours is yours."

"We know how to do it." Xu Feng suddenly sighed a little and said, "Only three of us have come out, and others don't know when they will come out."

"As long as you want, everyone can go out. But I think Jingshan will always be my hometown, and you must remember to build Jingshan well." Su Cheng thought of the left-behind children in later generations and thought to himself: I can't make Jingshan a city with only children and the elderly.

Thinking of this, he whispered: "We build a primary school, a middle school, and then build some enterprises for the village. In the future, people from nearby villages can come to Jingshan to study and work. People in the village can make money in the village."

"Everyone always wants to go out to big cities..." Sister Si thought of herself and whispered: "I always feel that the clothes in big cities are more beautiful and the streets are cleaner. It's weird to wear this clothes on the mechanized farming road."

Su Cheng chuckled and said, "You can still go out if you want to go out, but I think that as long as we build the village, there will always be someone who is willing to stay local."

"That's the case, then let's build another road? It's on the way to the provincial capital."

"Okay." Su Cheng said boldly: "If you return home in glory, you must build bridges and roads to build schools and run businesses."

It was almost evening when the jeep drove to Jingshan Village.

This is a big village with nearly 300 households of the three surnames of Xu, Liu and Wang. Among them, the Xu family is a big surname with about 200 households, and they often intermarry with the two surnames of Liu and Wang.

In addition to the three surnames, there are seven or eight other residents with small surnames, all of whom are the descendants of the horse gang.

There was a military disaster in the village. The big house left by his ancestors was destroyed. Coupled with various conflicts during the movement, the Xu family's clan's ancestral hall was not preserved.

However, after last year's rectification, Jingshan Village is now less dilapidated and has more pastoral flavor.

The village chief is Su Cheng's grandfather Xu Baoming. He looks in good health. He is standing with a flashlight and straight back.

Goro, Shiro and Xu Feng quickly jumped out of the jeep. Su Cheng hesitated for a moment and jumped down.

"Grandpa."

"Uncle."

"grandfather."

The four people were uneven and called each other.

Xu Baoming responded with a smile, turned his head and pulled out a willow branch, and said, "Let them all turn."

Su Cheng turned around as he said, and heard a "pop" sound, and the butt was sore.

Goro, Silang and Xu Feng were no exception. They all held their faces and almost didn't scream.

While smoking willow branches, Xu Baoming sang in dialect: "The willows pass through the border, and there will be no disaster or illness."

After the fight, the four people were allowed to pass the archway and enter the village.

The adults from various families had been waiting there for a long time. More than a dozen children were also curiously looking at their clothes and cars in the distance.

Unlike other villages, Jingshan Village has very strict tutoring. In the early years, it was for commercial reasons, and then for less trouble. Of course, the willow branches in the village chief played a significant role, and he could beat the whole village children. It is said that the village chief of the previous generation, namely Sucheng's great-grandfather, lived in his 90s, and he beat the whole village all the young and old, and he was very majestic.

Su Cheng looked at the crowd from left to right and swept over one by one. Finally, he saw his mother in the second row.

She doesn't look old, her hair is slightly curled to the top of her head, and she looks very casual.

Due to distance, I only saw her slightly smile, but I couldn't see the specific appearance.

Su Cheng's heart suddenly became soft and he walked over slowly.

"I'm back." Xu Liya smiled and gently patted Su Cheng's shoulder, like other mothers, and said with a smile: "I made meat when I went home for dinner."
Chapter completed!