Beijing

Su Dongyuan smoothed the cuffs of his shirt with his hands and asked the secretary at the door softly: "How is the old man feeling today?"

"Overall." When the secretary said this, he was in a bad mood.

Su Dongyuan took a deep breath before knocking on the door.

"Come in." Su Zhenguo's voice was very distinctive, with a slight trembling tail sound, making people feel relaxed.

But Su Dongyuan definitely didn't feel relaxed. He pushed open the door and said more carefully: "Dad, I'm here."

Su Zhenguo said "hum", pointed to the coffee table in front, and continued to look down at the documents.

This is a very majestic old man. Even when he was at the desk, his waist and back were straight. The wrinkles on the corners of his mouth and eyes were very deep, like a crack in a rock, which made people feel hard.

His eyes are very small, and even when reading, it seems like a little bit of light is released, which makes people always be alert.

Su Dongyuan gently sat on the leather sofa. This was about the most expensive furnishings in the entire office. In addition, although the desk was large, it was the same as the desk materials for ordinary staff. The coffee table in front of the sofa had been long, and it was still used with a white cloth on it. There was a chemical fiber carpet from several years ago under his feet. The fluff on it had been smoothed and it was not comfortable to rub it on.

The only sound of flipping books is quiet in the room.

Su Dongyuan just took a few glances and focused on the document.

There were several reports in succession, and some key areas were completely blackened. But Su Dongyuan's focus was not on this. He saw a name: Sucheng!

Sucheng has made improvements to oilfield equipment...

Sucheng has completed the implementation of the Basic Five Primary School...

Sucheng applied for a patent in the country - a double donkey-headed beam-type oil production machine...

Inadvertently, Su Dongyuan was sweating coldly.

The old man is paying attention to this abandoned son?

When Su Dongyuan raised his head, he happened to see the pair of glittering little eyes. He couldn't help but smile awkwardly and called, "Dad."

"Yeah. Go back."

"Ah?" Su Dongyuan looked confused.

Su Zhenguo was giving instructions to the documents again, as if he had no idea about Su Dongyuan's existence.

He had no choice but to walk out the door and saw the officials waiting outside standing up in unison.

A leader of a ministry nodded to Su Dongyuan with a smile on his face, and walked through the door with his big belly, and friendly greetings came from inside.

Su Dongyuan was upset: Can my real son, not as good as a fat man?

...

Shengli Oilfield.

In the Drilling and Oil Production Technology Research Institute, seven or eight researchers spun around a drawing.

Liang Jianguo and President Yuan from the Crafts Institute were also in there.

Shu Lan stood quietly behind Su Cheng and asked in a low voice: "Is your design OK?"

"Whether it's OK, you'll know after verification." Su Cheng was talking about his double donkey-headed oil pump. He has applied for a patent in China and asked George to apply for foreign protection on this basis. Although it is still a while before issuing the certificate, he has entered the patent protection procedure and can be taken out with confidence.

Since the long-stroke oil production machine is very suitable for the high moisture content of Shengli Oilfield, Sucheng took it to the research institute without considering it much.

After all, in terms of technological level in 1987, this is a world-leading pump that not only increases production but also saves electricity - the biggest expense of the oil field.

With the experience of the last time of expansion and conduit connection, and Sucheng's reputation in the oil field, after he handed the drawings to the Crafts Institute, the review went very smoothly.

Now is the last verification, and President Yuan specially invited colleagues from the Drilling and Oil Production Technology Research Institute to conduct an inspection together.

Once passed, the double donkey-headed oil pump will enter the trial production stage.

Master Liang was very optimistic about his design and touched his chin and said, "Lao Lu and his team have been working on the oil pump for 20 years. If your drawing can reach 70% of the theoretical design, Lao Lu and his team will have to pretend to be a donkey."

Shu Lan smiled and covered her mouth, saying, "Master is too hurt, but looking at them like that, it seems like there is a chance."

Su Cheng looked at the seagull watch in his hand, but said, "It's been two hours, I'm afraid they won't understand it."

The mechanical process of the double donkey head is relatively simple. From the perspective of manufacturing, it is a typical stupid, big, black and thick. Workers and machines do not need to know why, just produce according to size and position. However, designers must consider the positional relationship of the swimming beams, turntables, donkey heads, and the design arc they satisfy...

When Su Cheng was studying in college, he received a complete systematic education. However, it was difficult for researchers in this era to have such opportunities. For example, the few people who are now at the top of the craftsmanship institute are either college students in the 1950s and 1960s, and their knowledge structure has long been aging; or college students in the sports era, spending all their great time on parades and bullying teachers, and finally relying on self-taught to become successful.

No matter which type of researcher you are, your hands-on ability is definitely very strong, but there are shortcomings in theoretical calculations, and some are so short that they only have edges.

Sucheng was not optimistic about formulas involving a large number of computational and mathematical theories.

However, the people in the research institute are experienced after all. They are not in a hurry to conduct theoretical analysis, but only look at the effect of the oil harvester. For them, as long as the effect of the oil pump can be achieved, it will be time to study the formulas and other aspects later.

After about four hours, Lu Ming, who took the overall situation, stood up and said, "No problem, our opinions can enter the trial production stage."

A group of people applauded.

Shu Lan excitedly held Su Cheng's hand and jumped and screamed, as if she was the one who received the honor.

Dean Yuan's face burst out with flowers, and he took the initiative to shake hands with Su Cheng and said, "Comrade Su Cheng, the tireless pursuit of the oil front is something that all of us should learn. I think we have to serve at least a supper."

The last sentence seemed like a joke, and everyone laughed.

So he rushed to the oil field canteen.

Along the way, when someone asks, someone will say in a proud tone: "Our college students have made the world's leading oil pump."

With the feeling of honor, Su Cheng was also infected.

He had never considered the reward when providing the double donkey-headed oil pump to the oil field. However, he always felt a little proud in his heart.

However, listening to the heartfelt praise and celebrations around him, he suddenly felt that his pride was so ridiculous.

Although these designers and researchers failed to receive a perfect education for various reasons, they still worked tirelessly and worked hard. Since the 1940s, these oil men have been continuously supporting the construction of the motherland under the guidance of the Iron Man spirit.

They may not be able to design the world's top products, but they are always working in this direction.

Isn’t most of the oil production machinery that Sucheng has learned from their long lives?

"What are you thinking?" Shu Lan opened Shui Lingling's big eyes and looked at Su Cheng, full of worship.

"I was thinking that it won't take long to use these oil pumps to extract the blood from the United States, Russia and the Middle East." Su Cheng said seriously.

The men around him were stunned for a moment and burst into laughter.

Some laughs are funny laughs, some laughs are pure laughs, and some laughs are thoughtful laughs.

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c!~!
Chapter completed!