Chapter 94 Technical Means

Since Sucheng came to the oil field, he has heard of the famous fuel consumption, but he has never seen it.

It happened that Qu Guoda was driving, so he went with him.

The scene was in a mess, the damaged oil pipeline was still leaking, and the continuous gushing crude oil gathered into a black pond. More than a dozen oilfield workers are busy filling the hole, and their clothes are soaked with crude oil and slowly scab in the sun.

A private modified truck parked on the edge of the oil pond and reloaded the leaking crude oil. This kind of oil is called "landing oil". It not only exists at the scene of oil pipeline leakage, but also often appears at the oil well site and the oil pipeline replacement site. It is the main raw material of local small refineries.

Even near the oil production plant, the oil plant workers are not interested in these hundreds of barrels of crude oil. In the oil field, this is also a tacit trick. If the oil is stolen or leaked, it is necessary to report the loss. It is hard to say how much "landing oil" can be left. The weight difference between the two, falsely reporting a barrel is the benefit of hundreds of yuan. Nowadays, people are still simple. They are put in the small vault of the unit, and part of it is distributed to the employees The leader signed the private small treasury, and then, when the oil price is dozens of hundreds of dollars, more people will bump into it crazily.

Speaking of which, Sucheng has eaten eight major cuisines in ten days, and there is the credit of landing oil in it. Those casually invited first-class chefs and super-class chefs all charge the money of the leader's small vault.

Qu Guoda cursed and said in a loud voice, "How long will it take to fix it?"

"Two more hours."

"Hurry up." Qu Guoda had no choice but to jump on the ground to drive away the cold, and whispered to Su Cheng, "Now the fuel consumption is crazy. I used to get some landing oil and steal a little from the oil well. It's awesome now. Just open the oil pipeline. One car at a time. The mess left will not be known until the oil supply pressure is reduced.

Su Cheng's eyebrows also jumped.

A car of oil weighs at least five or six tons. That's thousands of yuan.

He whispered, "Since they have a car, can't they check the car?"

Qu Guoda snorted. He said, "A nest of snakes and rats."

Su Cheng is clear.

Dongying was founded a few years ago. At the beginning, there were only oilfield workers and government officials in the city. And self-contained police. Earlier years. The children of the oil field are crazy. It is not only difficult for officials and police to carry out their work, but also poor. If they don't find the oilfield to fight the autumn wind, it can be said that there is no oil and water.

Slowly, many foreigners have come to Dongying. The number of recruits in Shengli Oilfield is gradually decreasing, and the government and the police are getting better. But it is inevitable to get money from the oil field.

On the official's face. The local government is going to repair the road and find the oil field; the local government is going to spend the holiday and find the oil field; the police are going to reimburse the oil cost and find the oil field.

In private, there are always some people who are willing to take risks to make profits.

In the impression of Sucheng, the fuel consumption has been noisy for many years. It was not until after 2000 that the State Council took the lead and carried out several rectification activities before it stopped.

Before that, it was just the size and the loss.

After a while, the gas truck drove away. Qu Guoda came over and said, "Factory Director Su, I'm sorry to let you run so far. Shall we go back for dinner or change to another place?

"Eat whatever you want." Su Cheng patted his stomach and said with a smile, "It's good to have a good stomach all day. By the way, Director Qu, you just said that you would wait for the oil pressure to drop before you know that someone stole the oil. Didn't you install a monitoring device?

"How to monitor such a large oil field?" Qu Guoda said, his eyes lit up and asked, "Factory Director Su is a person with ability. Do you have any tricks?"

Su Cheng jumped out of the car and said with a smile, "Let me see where is the equipment of your pipeline installed?"

"It's right in front, I'll show you." Qu Guoda ran to the front with a smile.

Su Cheng only took a look and almost understood the equipment near the oil storage pipe. He is much more familiar with pipeline storage and transportation than oil production, and he also reads very seriously in school. In my impression, the oil storage pipeline of Shengli Oilfield is equipped with a very special equipment - a temperature sensor.

This is specially used to deal with fuel consumption and prevent oil leakage. Because of the oil // the fastest text update of the book fan building www.shumilou.com no pop-up window, no advertising // the temperature inside and outside the tube is different, if oil leaks in a certain place, the temperature sensor can clearly send a signal. Its volume is only the size of a matchbox, the price is cheap, and the response is more sensitive The mechanical detection method is much better.

Confirming that the pipeline of the oil production plant was not used, Su Cheng laughed and said, "I have an idea, but I haven't considered it completely..."

"Factory Director Su, you have figured it out, but you must give us 7 oil production plants first. We are all old, and you can ask for the price at will..." Qu Guoda came from the era of material shortage. He doesn't believe in the replacement of equipment together.

Su Cheng laughed and said, "Lao Qu, you don't even know anything, so let me bid casually?"

"As long as it's something for your factory director Su, it won't be changed." Qu Guoda broke his fingers and said very seriously, "Look at what you have done, self-blowning wells, pumping machines, anti-brasion. Now there is also a wholly-owned diesel engine factory. Ten years earlier, the factory has gone to the sky. Director Su, you are not a waste of time. I believe you.

Su Cheng is dumb.

Qu Guoda didn't let him go. He held him and said, "While we have time, let's make a report to Secretary Lin and settle this matter. If you can solve the problem of fuel consumption, you will be meritless."

"It's impossible to solve it. At most, it won't cause so many losses." Su Cheng waved his hand repeatedly. The matter of fuel consumption is not a purely technical problem at all, but social and political work, which is not within his scope.

Qu Guoda continued to drag him into the car and said repeatedly, "It can reduce losses, which is more powerful than solving the problem of fuel consumption. You don't know that the current fuel consumption, stealing 300 liters of oil, can waste hundreds of tons and delay pipeline transportation. More than a dozen people have been lying here to repair pipes for a long time, and many oil wells have to stop production.

Sucheng listened to the car and thought: You don't know how powerful it is. When there is a offshore drilling platform in the future, the fuel consumption can pollute the whole sea area in order to steal 10 tons of oil. The economic losses caused are hundreds of millions of yuan, not to mention environmental losses...

The two talked casually and went to Fiat of the oil production plant one after another.

This is a Fiat 126P, although the small one seems to be able to lift it with one hand. But it is rare to have a car under your own control in this era. Not to mention an imported car. Beijing Jeep in Suzhou City. You can be the grandfather of this "little potato".

Qu Guoda learned to drive with rough skills, and the accelerator braked for a while, which shook a little.

Su Cheng covered his forehead. He said, "Lao Qu, you are not good at it. Too bumpy. No, I ran here without eating lunch. Now I'm going to get carsick.

Qu Guoda said shyly, "Isn't it without a driver? Just do it. We'll be there in a minute."

"No, no. It's too dizzy. I'll drive it."

"You can drive, that's good." Qu Guoda rarely flew alone, so he quickly pulled over and gave up his seat.

Sucheng got on the car and set it on fire. Step on the accelerator.

Just hearing the "boom" of the engine, he rushed forward.

A model like a big head shoe. It's as if the buttocks are upturned.

Qu Guoda grabbed the side handle and almost didn't hit the glass. He laughed and said, "The racing driver on TV drives like this. It's energetic. Director Su is a master.

Su Cheng was so focused on driving that he didn't know what Qu Guoda was talking about.

The car suddenly turned to the left. When it was on the verge of the shoulder, it turned to the right, and then to the left...

Qu Guoda's face turned white.

Su Cheng stared at the road fiercely, operating the steering wheel like flying a kite. The little Fiat, also like a kite, flew around, almost full of roads.

It is not easy for such a small car to occupy the whole road.

This is mainly because other cars give way to it.

Qu Guoda only persisted for two minutes and closed his eyes vigorously.

He didn't dare to scream for fear that breakfast would gushed out with one mouth.

It was not until the violent brake sound appeared with the smell of rubber paste that Qu Guoda stumbled out of the car, pushing a small tree to fertilize, and said to himself: I was still too bumpy. If it hadn't been for my car, I would have thought it was a wooden car.

At this time, I heard Su Cheng sigh in the back and said, "Lao Qu, you have learned to drive, why are you still carsick? This body needs to be practiced. Every day, it's easy to make people feel empty.

Qu Guoda's "p" mouthful.

What do you want to say? Su Cheng has gone upstairs by himself.

It took Qu Guoda 10 minutes to recover. After going upstairs, he saw that Su Cheng had been waiting impatiently in front of Lin Yonggui's door.

This surprised him a little. Su Cheng did not report alone, which made him feel good, although it was not a big deal.

Seeing that he arrived, Su Cheng despised him again and said, "Your motion sickness is too serious. Let's go. Secretary Lin will be free soon."

It's New Year's greetings before the Spring Festival, and there are not many people who come to report. However, Lin Yonggui is still busy.

The withdrawal of the Ministry of Petroleum is a matter of certainty. Bo Rong hopes to retire at the ministerial level, so he would rather leave his current position and go to the National People's Congress for retirement. Lin Yonggui only takes a lot of energy to take over the position of oilfield secretary. He also hopes to hold an important position in PetroChina, which requires achievements in both relationship and work.

The Spring Festival in 1988 was too hard for senior officials of the oil system.

Su Cheng and Qu Guoda waited for a while and walked in.

When Lin Yonggui saw them, he waved his hand and said with a smile, "Lao Qu, I heard that your 7 factories are leaking oil again. Is it blocked?"

"It's blocked." Qu Guoda wiped his mouth and scolded the fuel.

Lin Yonggui nodded and said, "It's really too arrogant. Now it's like this all over the country. It's sold by cutting wires and telephone lines. It's a mess. We need to treat these guys well this year. Well, what are you talking about?

Before Su Cheng said anything, Qu Guoda rushed to say, "Factory Director Su said that there was a way to cure the fuel consumption."

Su Cheng turned his eyes helplessly and said, "It's just a technical method."

"Technical method? That's better." Lin Yonggui certainly knows that fuel consumption is a social problem, but many social problems are difficult to solve. If it can be solved by technical methods, even if it costs more money, it is easier than solving oilland conflicts.