Due to Xinhua News Agency, the machinery factory officials who were unable to understand the situation were somewhat distant to Su Cheng.

These are all warriors from the sports era. Faced with the first domestic media organization, fear is natural.

However, the working class is very simple and the technical huddle is very romantic, which prevents Sucheng's work from being affected. The oil production line has officially started, but for reasons of taboo, there is no opening ceremony at all, so that the leaders will not be embarrassed.

On the other hand, for the same reason, Su Cheng did not visit Wei Kong at the oilfield headquarters, but simply kicked Xiaopang to Guizhou and asked him to find a way to get a few bottles of aged Moutai or raw pulp to come back. He had this hobby to base the foundation. No matter what conclusions were given above, his waste oilfield would not be affected.

Although he was indifferent on the surface, Su Cheng still suffered a lot of pressure, which was invisible and indescribable. If you use rational analysis, even if Su Cheng cannot get a million dollars, or a part of the million dollars, it should not be questioned and suppressed.

But who can tell the world, especially the things in China, is particularly strange. Su Cheng couldn't help but feel a little tired due to the discussions of people around him.

This feeling became even deeper on Saturday.

The alarm clock seemed to be raped, and the "ding bell" and the "ding bell" kept ringing.

Su Cheng lay on his back on the bed, but he didn't want to press it.

It's a pity that there are still seven and a half years left before the five-day working system every week. In other words, if he still has to do some work in the next seven years, he will have to work six days a week during these seven years, wake up by the alarm clock every day, and get up early every day.

The alarm is like a perpetual motion machine.

Su Cheng was so angry that he simply kicked it out of the bed and said to himself: Whoever dares to say that capitalist workers are exploited again, I spit out his saliva on his face.

When I left the door, the air was fresh, with a slight smell of dust, which made Su Cheng feel a little better.

As usual, I took out the key and prepared to drive the old jeep. Su Cheng suddenly thought: "The production line has started, and I don't know how to maintain and quality control, so I hurried to the factory to do what?"

So he simply dropped the key, rode a broken bicycle, and slowly rode towards Shengli Petroleum School. The reason was naturally to eat breakfast.

Against the torrent of work composed of workers, Su Cheng finally felt that the privilege of the deputy factory director was of some effect.

On the way, people greet each other from time to time.

The person who is called "Director Su" is an ordinary worker, the person who is called "Xiao Su" is a high-end literary and artistic worker, and the person who is called "Director Su" is a 2b worker, which is rare to see on weekdays.

There are many breakfast stalls next to the oil school than near the machinery factory. The workers are older and either eat at home or go to the unit cafeteria to eat. Only when students come to pick up the food in a hurry and are relatively greedy, will a large number of breakfast stalls be born.

There are a variety of foods at the breakfast stalls, including clean fried dough sticks and soy milk, tofu brain, spicy soup, cabbage soup and other soups.

Looking at these things, Su Cheng, who came from the 21st century, couldn't help but sigh.

If the Mayans compared the food changes in China around 30 years ago and did not need fortune telling, they would probably list 2012 as the end of the world.

He was full and thoughtful: if he only had five days a week and had a safe and delicious breakfast, 1987 would be good.

In fact, for a person with a net worth of 20,000 US dollars, no era will be too bad.

I parked my bicycle and walked into the school. I saw the students coming and going, running and jumping. The girls coming and going, the smell of youth, and the boys coming and going, were dirty and smelly...

"Su Cheng?" Shu Lan's surprise tone came from above her head.

After a while, Shu Lan, wearing a white coat, ran over. Behind her, there were faint sounds of students making excitement.

"Why are you here at school?" Shu Lan's nose wings fluttered, a little excited and a little shy.

Su Cheng touched his head, as if he was imaged by the innocent era, and smiled and said, "As I walked, I came over."

For the girl, this love word, which is not a love word, is already extremely lethal. Shu Lan's cheeks immediately turned red.

The sound of her cheering group made even louder.

It’s not a solution to stand alone. Su Cheng saw it and smiled and said, “Take me to visit your school. Master Liang is still your tutor, right?”

"Master Liang is coming later, I'll take you to the laboratory." Shu Lan didn't care about class anymore, lowered her head and walked behind the teaching building.

After passing through a clump of small trees, the students behind could no longer see it, and Su Cheng naturally grabbed Shu Lan's little hand.

The latter was shocked and said hurriedly: "This is a school."

"What are you afraid of?" Su Cheng laughed, but his hands still let go.

After all, they were all schools in the 1980s, and he didn't want to implicate Shu Lan and be remembered for being demerited.

However, as soon as his hand was released, a young male teacher emerged from the other end of the flower bush. He looked at Shu Lan and Su Cheng with a shocked expression, and pointed his fingers tremblingly, saying, "You two, you two actually fell in love early."

Su Cheng's face turned dark in an instant: I am a person in my twenties. If I don't fall in love with him, human beings should be extinct.

Shu Lan jumped behind Su Cheng in fright, and her eyes turned red.

It is not scary to talk to a boy, and if you are caught by the teacher, you will be troublesome.

Su Cheng obviously understood her thoughts and said righteously: "We have no early love."

"You guys hold hands."

"There was a ditch there just now, and I was worried about falling." Su Cheng pointed to a trace of water on the ground.

The male teacher was so angry that his chest was undulating and his face was ugly: "Don't argue, Shu Lan, and you, go to the Academic Affairs Office with me."

Seeing that he recognized Shu Lan, Su Cheng was not easy to escape, so he had to follow him.

The so-called Academic Affairs Office is still a large classroom with at least 20 teachers sitting in it, each with a desk.

The male teacher brought Su Cheng and Shu Lan to the teaching director and began to describe his great discovery.

Su Cheng looked around boredly, and at the same time comforted Shu Lan in a low voice: "It's okay, aren't we just helping each other?"

Shu Lan, who was worried, couldn't help but have an arc on her lips.

Criticism followed one after another, and the director also asked in a deep voice: "Which unit are you from?"

“The machinery factory.”

"Worker or cadre?" The male teacher looked at Sucheng disdainfully. In 1987, it was the time when teachers' salaries were improved. The income of teachers in factory-run schools significantly exceeded that of workers and teachers in municipal and county schools, so they had a great sense of superiority.

Su Cheng shrugged and took out his work permit.

When the director saw that he was the deputy factory director, his expression changed suddenly, and he delayed the time and said: "Su Cheng, I seem to have heard of it somewhere."

The male teacher was still chattering, and the phone in the office suddenly rang.

A young teacher received the call, listened for a while, then raised his head and shouted: "Director Lu, the principal asked us to find a deputy director of the machinery factory named Sucheng. Someone saw him coming to the school."

"Oh...oh? Siucheng?"

"yes."

Director Lu looked at Su Cheng strangely, turned around and answered the phone, leaving Su Cheng and the male teacher facing each other, which was very boring.

Shu Lan also got rid of the horror plot and unconsciously approached some Sucheng. In her opinion, such a capable Sucheng would definitely solve major events in the school.

Director Lu talked about the phone for a while and hurried out. Su Cheng simply dragged a chair for himself and sat down, guessing who was so anxious to find him.

When the male teacher heard that he was the deputy factory director, he quietly shut up and waited for things to develop.

He didn't let him wait too long, and the sound of car tires rubbing outside.

Looking out from the window, you can see three cars parked downstairs of the teaching building. From the photos, you can see that they are all their own cars in the oil field.

Several men with briefcases quickly entered the teaching building, and the principal and director who lined up to welcome him could only follow closely.

The office door was opened with a "splash".

Shu Lan shook her shoulders gently and continued to hide behind Su Cheng.

"Hello, Director Su." The man who started was a fashionable man. He combed his big back, his hair was shiny with oil, his palms were wide, he held Su Cheng and shook it hard, and said: "I am Ding Zhipeng from the National Health Commission. This time I came here, I was entrusted by the Central Committee to pay you a patent fee of 1.29 million US dollars."

Before the State Council reform in 1998, the National Development and Reform Commission was a department that was even better than the National Development and Reform Commission. This term, coupled with "central" and "1.29 million US dollars", immediately knocked down everyone within a radius of 15 meters.

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Chapter completed!