The coolness of the Citroen CX in the 1980s was roughly equivalent to that of the Ferrari 20 years later.

A few years ago, China imported 2,500 Citroen CX, mainly supplied to state organs and enterprises and institutions. It was characterized as a mid-to-high-end sedan in Europe, which is comparable to the BMW 5 Series. Several Citroen CX obtained from the oilfield were originally intended to be replaced by the secretary and several deputy secretaries. However, considering that Bo Rong was about to retire, Lin Yonggui voluntarily gave up considering that he was about to be promoted, and the other deputy secretaries were naturally embarrassed to use it alone, leaving only the car.

Sucheng chose a black model. After getting the key, he started it gently and felt that the body of the car slowly rise.

Looking down, the hydraulic chassis lifting system has three gears. It is 10 cm away from the ground when parking, 15 cm when driving at high speed, and if the road conditions are not good, you can raise to 20 cm and up to 30 cm...

The staff who came to the key introduced: "This car can be stopped with three wheels. If you change the tires, you don't need a jack to lift the car to the highest level, put bricks under the wheels, and then lower the lifting wheels, so that the wheels can be vacated. In addition, you can also raise the front wheels and the rear wheels separately."

This design was very strange in the 1980s. As a passenger, it was definitely a science fiction experience, even 20 years later.

Qu Guoda touched the back of his head, sat in the passenger seat, and said, "I will also bring a few packs of Chinese on my body in the future."

Su Cheng filled out the form on the car, then slowly started the car, and smiled and said, "When you were getting the car, didn't you have Citroen?"

"We were..." Qu Guoda leaned on the back of the chair with a "tsk" and moved comfortably, and smiled: "We don't have any movement to these cars. //// No matter what, the deputy secretaries didn't change cars, right?"

Su Cheng stepped on his feet outside the oil field, so he naturally didn't care whether the leader had driven a good car. After thanking the director, he stepped on the accelerator and rushed out.

Qu Guoda looked left and right, and suddenly realized that he was sitting in Sucheng's car again, and he immediately put on his seat belt.

The Citroen CX rushed out of the parking lot like a racing car. Although it crossed several cars, it was separated by a slight difference.

Qu Guoda's face was so scared that he thought to himself: I'm fine and why should I get in the car?

Soon, his thinking solidified.

Compared to Fiat, Citroen is much faster.

As one of the best models in the 1980s, Citroen has very good handling and driving. Su Cheng secretly said: It is really hard to fool such a good car. However, the fuel rat is indeed a cancer and cannot be solved, and it should be controlled and reduced.

Oil mice often steal oil through oil pipelines. One is the unscrupulous type, driving an oil tanker, digging up the pipeline, and stealing several tons at a time. The other is the small-scale type, where they dig holes under the oil pipeline, drill out very small eyes, and then slowly collect crude oil for sale.

In either way, oil stealers will not care about crude oil leakage, nor do they care about damage to the oil pipeline. The former pollutes the environment, while the latter may incur repair fees of millions or even over 100 million yuan.

The oil fields spend much more money to pay for this than they earn.

Therefore, it is better to say that the oil mice are stealing oil than saying that they are burning oil. Their behavior is no different from the thief who steals wires. The only difference is that the complex relationship formed by the oil field over the years makes it no longer a simple crime, but more like a specific manifestation of "eating the mountains and eating the mountains and eating the oil"

In oil fields in Xinjiang, Daqing and other areas, there is no such thing as the Shengli Oilfield stealing oil.

Su Cheng narrowed his eyes and thought: Since he is not going to make money with a temperature sensor, he doesn't seem to have to consider patents or something. The oil field is the end user, so Secretary Lin is probably unwilling to pay the foreigners' patent fees on his own initiative. In this way, there is one step missing. He just needs to get the drawings of the temperature sensor and then find the OEM factory and installation company.

He thought while driving, Qu Guoda's face had begun to change to blue, and he finally had to close his eyes and wait for the arrangement of fate.

Car parked.

Su Cheng pushed the door and got out of the car and said, "I'll go make two phone calls."

Qu Guoda rolled out of the Citroen and disappeared into the vast sea of ​​people.

Sucheng walked into the Telecommunications Bureau and asked to call the international long distance, and there was already a circle of people outside.

In Shandong in 1988, the most popular ones were either the tough and solid Su-style cars or the Japanese-style cars with edges and corners. Never saw French-style fashion avant-garde?

The oilfield leaders are still sitting in the crown, and the first Citroen CX drives in Sucheng. People see it automatically lifting and lowering, just like watching a helicopter.

Sucheng called George from a trans-ocean phone call. The foreigner who gave him his first pot of gold was in United Chemical Industry and should be familiar with the electronics industry.

He didn't say that he would need to apply it on a large scale, but only said that he needed drawings of "temperature sensors". How complex can this matchbox-sized thing be?

George agreed immediately, and after a few more gossips before hanging up the phone.

In just a dozen minutes, he almost spent all the money he carried with him. Su Cheng couldn't help but sigh: It's not easy to have overseas relatives.

I slowly walked out of the telecommunications gate and someone immediately came up and asked, "Brother, where did you do this car?"

“Oil field.”

"Which country is from?" The child without a search engine cannot afford to be injured. When he saw the car logo, he had no place to ask.

Siucheng answered truthfully: "French."

There was another burst of surprise around.

"Can you borrow this car?" The young man who was the first to ask questions handed out a cigarette and smiled: "Brother, I am from the Youth League Committee and am preparing to get married. Isn't this a car necessary for a wedding... See if you can help me."

This also depends on his youth. If Lin Yonggui or Qu Guoda drove out, no one would come forward to borrow the car rashly.

Su Cheng smiled and said, "I may go out tomorrow. I will see you when I come back, okay?"

As he said that, he got into the car.

With the help of the hydraulic lifting system, the Citroen CX slowly lifted 10 cm and slid away gently.

Within a few days, George faxed several instructions on the temperature sensor, all of which were suitable for the oil field environment.

A few days later, detailed information arrived by air mail. Of course, the surface explanation was that the patent was for sale.

Only Siucheng and George are sure that the patent transaction will not actually go on.

During this honeymoon period of Sino-US relations, the US government does not need to, nor does it have the ability to check every technical document. In fact, even if it is really checked, the contents in the Air Mail will comply with the regulations.

At the same time, Lin Yonggui invited experts from Beijing to Shengli Oilfield and occupied a whole floor, respectively, modifying and drawing drawings and developing software systems.
Chapter completed!