Chapter 3: Finalize the where to go

"Would you like to come to the Ministry of Petroleum?" The old man was stunned. After a while, he woke up and said repeatedly, "Student Sucheng, welcome, warmly welcome you to add bricks and tiles to the construction of the motherland..."

The poor old man probably suffered a cold reception for too long. He unexpectedly met an active student and danced excitedly.

Su Cheng smiled shyly and said, "I admire our Wang Jinxi's iron man spirit and hope to become an oilman. I hope to work in the Ministry of Petroleum.

What an ideal young man! The old man believed it immediately.

In universities in this era, there are too many young people who have dedicated themselves to idealism. They are like famous scholars in ancient times. While receiving the greatest protection and love of the country, they also do their best to contribute to the country.

The naive and naive behavior, regardless of reality, was as common as the pulse in China in 1987.

The old man patted Su Cheng on the shoulder and said, "Being an oilman is the proudest thing in my life. The oil workers roar, and the earth will shake three times. To win glory for the country and for the country, I would rather live 20 years less and try my best to win the big oil field..."

The room was full of the old man's roar.

Liu Zi looked at Su Cheng with surprise and admiration and said, "Old man, I didn't expect you to give up the work of the State Council for the sake of the grassroots. No, I must write an article and report it to you."

Hearing the three words of the State Council, Liu Bing also showed a surprised expression. Compared with the Prime Minister's government, one of the economic departments that is about to be abolished can indeed be called the grassroots.

The young teacher in charge of the affairs of the student office next to him also sighed with emotion and said, "Mr. Liu, you have found the treasure. Su Cheng of our Chinese Department is a famous talent in the whole school. The department also mobilized him to stay in school.

Liu Bing smiled and showed his big yellow teeth. He nodded repeatedly and said, "The solid and willing spirit is exactly what our oil department needs most. I encourage you to report it. When you go back to the department, we also want to report it.

Su Cheng was in an accident. The white shirt of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs asked meaningfully, "This classmate, how is your foreign language level?"

"Lao Tang, you can't do this!" Liu Bing jumped up like a cat trampled on his tail, stood in front of Su Cheng, and said, "This man, we want it. Mr. Wang, please register for me.

At this time, he ignored the publicity issue and rushed to say to Su Cheng, "Don't pay attention to him. Let me talk about the treatment of our Ministry of Petroleum first. You are a college student. According to the report, you will have a house to live in. During the year, you will be guaranteed to implement two bedrooms and one living room. When you get married, you can also apply for three bedrooms and one living room, which can be counted among the ministries and commissions in Beijing. The food in the canteen is enough. There is meat in the meal, and the rice and noodles are added without food tickets. You can eat as much as you want. Like my wife and I, we eat in the ministry canteen during the day and the family canteen at night. We even save on cooking. We eat well and save money. We sent something during the Spring Festival last year, a big herring, a big pig's leg, and the bus was drooling. In our oil department, we can not only build the motherland, but also take care of the small family. In addition, if you have any problems in the future, you can go directly to my Lao Liu, and we can also talk to the minister.

The white shirt of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs smiled and said, "Lao Liu, our ministries, who is not like this? This classmate, contact work is a lifelong matter. Don't worry, think more about it..."

"I've decided to go to the Ministry of Petroleum." Su Cheng answered firmly. He is not a real Su talent. His only skill is those learned in the oil school. It is clear that he would rather be a chicken head than a phoenix tail.

The old man was inexplicably grateful and urged to complete the preliminary procedures. Before leaving, he held Su Cheng's hand and kept shaking and said, "Come to the Ministry of Petroleum and be an oilman. It won't be wrong."

Su Cheng smiled innocently.

On the way back, Zhu Kai from the northeast said enviously, "Su Cheng, it's amazing that you can give up the State Council and the Ministry of Foreign Affairs and make the decision to go to the Ministry of Petroleum. I don't have the courage."

"The position should be determined." Wang Ting suddenly put forward his opinion.

Liuzi patted his thigh, grinned in pain, and said, "That's right, why did you forget it? Don't send them to the newspapers below, that's a loss.

"I don't think so."

"Who said this kind of thing? I'm not afraid of ten thousand, just in case, if the Ministry of Petroleum becomes a state-owned enterprise, then the newspaper under it is a corporate newspaper..."

Su Kai listened to their discussion with a smile on his face and didn't say anything. Looking back a few days ago, my roommates who were also looking for a job had such happy troubles.

Not to mention PetroChina Corporation, even if you go to the grass-roots oilfield to be a blue-collar worker, you can't find a way. Look at the door and sigh.

Going back at noon, Liuzi insisted on writing his first reporter's manuscript. Su Cheng accompanied Zhu Kai to revisit the campus with a literary and artistic heart. After dinner, he began to sleep boredly.

Early the next morning, when Su Cheng woke up, the dormitory was empty.

College students in this era are quite planned. Wang Ting insisted on running at 5:30 in the morning and entered the library three times a day for several years.

Su Cheng was also a good student until he suffered from heatstroke above his knees.

Now, he enjoys the treatment of a doctor. There are meals bought by his roommates in the morning, noon and evening, surrounded by thick pure literary magazines and foreign novels. According to the standards of the 1980s, the nearly 100 copies of Harvest, Flower City, and Contemporary are luxurious.

However, Su Cheng really lacked interest in literature. He turned it over casually and sat in **, staring at the table tennis table downstairs in a daze.

There are more than 20 tables in two rows, and now only three pairs are in use. You come and go very fiercely. To be fair, the technical level is also quite good.

Su Cheng jumped out of bed with some skills. He was about to go out, but the door opened first.

"Excuse me, are you Su Cheng?" A cadre-like man with a black leather bag stood on the porch. It seemed that he didn't need his confirmation. He paused and continued, "I'm Xiao Xu, the secretary of Secretary Su of the Municipal Party Committee. Secretary Su has a sentence for me to bring it to you."

Su Cheng hesitated to say "um".

The man said bluntly, "Secretary Su said, don't worry about the distribution."

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