When we arrived at the oil field, Sucheng was picked up by a float.

The workers of Dahua Industrial used wrenches and pliers to twist a male liberation car into a female tour bus. If Su Cheng hadn't firmly opposed it, he would have brought big red flowers.

On both sides of the float, plastic flowers were replaced by newspapers and slogans. Words and sentences such as "Daqing Spirit" and "Traveling from the Torch" were sticked on white cloth with red paper, which was very eye-catching.

Su Cheng was amused and crying and listened to the workers who were getting on and off the bus calling "Daqing Fire Seed", thinking: The Chinese people actually do not lack humorous cells. Regardless of the difficult conditions or not, always maintaining an optimistic spirit may be the secret of the 5,000-year inheritance of the torch.

As the car was walking for four or five miles, people began to gather on the side of the road to watch the fun.

The worker rolled up the microphone with his hands and shouted: "Su Cheng, you have won the victory!"

There was also a joke saying: "Director Su, you brought back the Daqing fire. What can I do in the future?"

Su Cheng knew that for most victorious workers, the praise from leaders and media was just an inducement, and "technological innovation" was just a cloud, and they cared more about Su Cheng's "victory" Daqing. In their eyes, it was like a Chinese who went abroad to sell goods, but was praised by foreign leaders...

The shouts of "Prespect our factory power, love me to win!" are always with you.

Su Cheng smiled very honestly. He gave orders of tens of millions of yuan to Dahua and was praised by a city, which was somewhat embarrassing.

A Liberation Car, accompanied by a small team of forty or fifty people, was actually pounding gongs and gongs and gongs to travel the whole city. Su Cheng took a quick look and walked straight to the headquarters building.

The happy crowd continued to drive the floats regardless of whether the protagonist was there or not.

After slipping into the headquarters building, Su Cheng gently wiped his forehead.

There were many people in the building who knew him, but the administrators were introverted. They just said hello, so there were people asking questions.

As the second-year-old Shengli Oilfield, if you find a little opportunity, don’t forget to prick Daqing’s chrysanthemums.

The hero of the Anime is the default rule.

There are still so many people waiting outside Lin Yonggui's office, and most of them are the heads of the second-level oil field department.

The secretary of Gudong Command was also among them. He held Su Cheng's hand and said a few words, and laughed proactively: "For the sake of your inheritance of the Daqing spirit, let you get in a team and stand in front of me."

When the director of the Oil Production Factory No. 4 in front of him saw it, he also smiled: "Lao Mao will bring my army and Xiao Su, come, let's add a plug for you too."

The leaders of these second-level units were old deputy directors and expressed great kindness. Su Cheng had to thank them one by one and finally stood at the forefront of the team.

After a moment, he entered the deputy secretary's office.

Bypassing the screen, you can see Lin Yonggui holding a teacup. His posture was very steady. Seeing that it was Su Cheng, his serious expression suddenly turned bright: "Xiao Su, I went to the Northeast and made a frown for Daqing."

He joked, simply stood up and said, "I saw your name in the newspaper at a meeting in Beijing two days ago. I told Lao Liu, you Daqing people, thank us Shengli people, otherwise I will not lend you the 'seed'... That guy has a dark face like charcoal."

Su Cheng's face was as dark as charcoal, and he thought to himself: Comrade Lao Lin, how boring you have to be to play this kind of game.

Secretary Lin rarely laughs freely.

On the Songnen Plain, more than 1,000 kilometers away, someone suddenly made a sound of being bored.

After laughing enough, Lin Yonggui patted Su Cheng on the shoulder and said, "We discussed it at the meeting and decided to increase the purchase quantity of anti-grinding systems. It used to be 5,000 sets, right? Adding 15,000 sets is not even less than what Daqing ordered."

The last sentence exposed the main reason for adding orders.

In this way, the total order amount is nearly 29,000 sets.

Sucheng calculated it very quickly: the gross profit of 1,660 yuan per system is as high as 83%... The total profit is as much as 48 million.

No matter which era, this is a huge sum of money.

Su Cheng suddenly laughed.

"Are you happy?" Lin Yonggui blew the teacup and calmed down, saying: "After going back, you must organize production. Don't get the order and cannot complete it. Then, don't expect Daqing to let you go."

"Don't worry. The whole group mobilized and worked hard for 100 days, and the company's production, operation and construction were completed quickly." Su Cheng skillfully recited a slogan.

After leaving the office, Su Cheng thanked a group of old leaders, and then walked back along the street.

Dahua Industrial is also decorated with lights, but there are no people in the factory.

It was not until the factory opened a building that I saw the union chairman Chen Liang, who was writing a blackboard newspaper with his "Auntie Rangers" under his command. The chalk words with a big fist were the eight big words "Ambition-oriented and independent innovation".

Su Cheng greeted him and asked with a smile: "Chairman Chen, why are you the only ones who are busy? What about those helpers?"

"Director Lin ordered that all men under 40 years old will go to the production line, and those who don't go to the production line are not men." Chen Liang stretched out his arms and legs and smiled.

"The production task is very heavy?" Su Cheng didn't expect that Director Lin, who was silent, would have such courage. However, if it weren't for the heavy task, there would be no need for such courage.

Chen Liang said indifferently: "Can you come over with busy work. There are three shifts, and there are still people working overtime on their own initiative, so there are no people trying to make trouble. Our union plans to take advantage of this fire and wait for the weekend to organize activities, and everyone will be happy."

"How are you in a mood?"

Chen Liang glanced at Su Cheng strangely and said, "Of course I am happy. Those who earn 60 yuan have received 90 yuan, and those who earn 70 yuan or 80 yuan have received more than 100 yuan now. If it weren't for the stipulated working hours that should not exceed 12 hours, I would see someone dare not sleep."

Su Cheng was silent.

His thinking traveled through time again. After 20 years, working three shifts or 12 hours in a row may cause many complaints and protests, but in the context of the general lack of work in state-owned enterprises in the 1980s, it was jealous that they could work overtime to produce.

Against the background of farmers' annual income of 300 to 400 yuan and cash less than 100 yuan, Dahua Industrial's salary level is comparable to that of foreign companies in later generations. Overtime work in this situation is often more likely to be accepted.

Su Cheng suddenly thought of Shu Lan using meat oil to make spring rolls that day, saying that the platinum oil was hard to buy, so he turned around and asked, "Can the worker buy goods after getting his salary?"

Chen Liang smiled and said, "Get it."

The aunts around me also started talking nonsense.

In the 10 years since the reform and opening up, inflation and material shortages have occurred one after another. Sometimes, clothes, quilts, matches, non-staple food, refrigerators, color TVs, washing machines... Whether it is durable goods or daily necessities, they are all within the scope of rush purchase.

Sucheng also encountered a wave of buying, but after the US dollar, it changed to shopping in overseas Chinese stores - the most exquisite goods produced by Chinese people. During this period, they were used to exchange foreign exchange. Without pursuing high-tech, the quality of life did not decrease much.

"In the past, how did we solve the problem of material shortages?" Su Cheng asked while walking towards the office. There were so many buying, and all state-owned enterprises had their own tricks.

Chen Liang smiled proudly and said, "We used to change it. We have a good relationship with the chemical factory. Give them more batches of materials, and then contact the fertilizer factory, chemical fiber factory through them, and then contact the local material bureau, non-food factory and fabric factory. In recent years, the oil field has good benefits, so you can also get things from above."

Su Cheng also laughed. This transaction chain is really not short. To be honest, in the 1900s, even by the early 21st century, the lives of upstream industrial enterprises were not very good.

When he entered the office, Chen Liang pointed his index finger up and said the finishing touch: "The most important thing is that there is foreign exchange in the oil field."

Su Cheng nodded. When he first came to Dong*ying, he saw the imported buses from the oil field and had a deep understanding of the foreign exchange value of the oil field.

However, in Su Cheng's eyes, he couldn't afford to eat fat, and he felt guilty when talking about happiness.

Su Cheng thought for a while and said, "Chairman Chen, can you make a batch of good meat for us? Everyone has such a high labor intensity and is so weak that they are afraid that they can't hold on."

There are butchers in Dongying, and the number is quite large. However, on the one hand, the employees are reluctant to buy them, and on the other hand, they are eager to buy fat meat. No one is reluctant to spend the limited money on pork ribs and tendon meat.

Sucheng's so-called good meat has an image standard at this time "four fingers thick fat".

When the feed was not yet popular, it was really rare to have fat pigs and tasted quite good - it was not a strong pig breed with good genes, but could not grow fat with four fingers thick.

Chen Liang thought Su Cheng wanted to add food to the staff canteen, so he slapped his chest and said, "You tell me a number, I'll bring it to you."

Su Cheng touched his chin and thought for a while, and said, "If we have more than a thousand people, each with 30 kilograms..."

"Stop, stop." Chen Liang was frightened and said straight: "My God! Director Su, it's just the Double Ninth Festival, so you are preparing New Year's goods. At this time, where I go to find tens of thousands of kilograms of pork, it still has to be good meat, which is impossible."

"10,000 kilograms of meat, only fifty or sixty pigs." Su Cheng looked at him suspiciously.

"Director Su! Fifty or sixty pigs, ask the oilfield headquarters, do you dare to praise this Haikou when they are sharing New Year's goods?" Chen Liang shook his head and said, "The supply of materials is sufficient now, but there are more people buying it. It's like a sprinkling of pepper, so no one can take it too much. Besides, there are no holidays or fakes, so what can I get during the New Year?"

"We workers work in three shifts, which is much harder than other factories." Su Cheng nodded and said, "Then this is the case first. I'll call and ask when I finish."

Chen Liang only thought Su Cheng was interested, but he didn't care much about his words. Nowadays, there are 3 yuan per pound of pork on the market, and 4 yuan for black market meat that does not have tickets. Once in and out, 10,000 pounds are less than 10,000 yuan. How could those "officials" who can get the notes keep 10,000 yuan and not be good people?

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