Chapter 125 Never Shake

On the coast of Bohai Bay, most of them are thick gravel and stone pieces of feet * Although you can't feel the joy of running barefoot and sunbathing, the clean beach and bright light still make people happy.

The workers hummed their brothers and erected the drilling well from nothing. The roar of the drilling rig was like a sonata of a symphony orchestra to them, familiar, deep and lifelong.

Although Song Zhijun is a professor majoring in oil exploration, he rarely comes to the front-line exploration team. After the age of 40, there are fewer people coming. In those years, I tried my best to stay in the university in order to go to the scene less.

It took two or three hours to get to Chengdu Island. Song Zhijun was not in a hurry to go back. He followed the exploration team's Changsha Mingyin. First, he observed their operation site. After finding that it was blameless, he asked, "If you can't find oil in this well, where will you go next?" Do you have a map?"

"What does it mean that you can't find out the oil!" Sha Mingyan said dissatisfiedly. He worked at the exploration site all year round, and his voice was loud and penetrating, and several workers in front of him heard it.

The exploration team members have been away all year round, and all kinds of singing came. Immediately, a worker replied, "Don't be afraid of slow exploration, but afraid of not being accurate. Don't be too anxious to find a hole. If you are in a hurry, hurry!"

The yellow jokes sung in dialect have a unique flavor, and Sha Mingyin also laughed. And he looked at Song Zhijun and smiled.

Song Zhijun was a kind of anger that the scar was exposed. Fortunately, he was well cultivated. He resisted it, copied the report, went to find his driver, and said, "Old camel, let's go back."

"Wait a minute." The old camel has something stuffed in its mouth, and the chopsticks are still there to hold the fish in the can.

At this time, the driver's status is higher than that of the professor. Song Zhijun said helplessly, "Then eat quickly. Let's go back and get it done."

The old camel "hummed" and said, "Don't look at other people's food, it's simple and delicious!" Those small restaurants I ate with you. It's tasteless."

Song Zhijun couldn't stand it on his face and said, "I'm a poor teacher. How can I compare with the boss of other oil fields?"

The old camel smiled strangely twice. Shengli Oilfield provides food and accommodation subsidies to these guest guys. Naturally, Song Zhijun will not take them out to eat and drink.

"What did you eat?" Song Zhijun was a little embarrassed and turned away.

"This is a worker's lunch. I made one. Are you hungry? Go to the front and do it yourself." The old camel gave Song Zhijun a stone and pointed to the chopsticks on the table. He said, "Canned salted fish, hot lard, rice mixed with soybean soy sauce, and a bowl of seaweed soup."

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Let's talk about it. This meal doesn't cost much. Only canned salted fish and lard cost a little money. Soy sauce and seaweed are worthless.

However, it smells good.

Song Zhijun touched his belly and silently went to the kitchen to get the meal. The current situation. Naturally, we can't expect Su Cheng to prepare a big meal for him.

Entering the small blue board room, there are workers cooking for themselves.

He scooped up one serving of lard from the iron box, put it in the pot to heat it, and poured it into the cold rice. Then mix it with soybean soy sauce, and the staple food is ready. The large iron pot of seaweed soup is placed on the ground. Put a spoonful into the pot, heat it up and pour it into the enamel tank. Then take away your own salted fish, and a meal will be served.

There is a greasy smell of rice in the room.

Song Zhijun hesitated for a moment before he piled up his smiling faces and asked, "Master, I'm from outside. Is there any bowl useful?"

"It's under the table." The worker put the salted fish in his pocket, looked at him, and said with a smile, "Are you the quick person who finds a hole?"

Song Zhijun smiled awkwardly, but asked, "You lard, just put it here and scoop it casually?"

"Hmm."

"Well, what should I do if I scoop too much?"

"You have a good question." The worker laughed in the tone commonly used by cultural people, "We also asked at that time, and Director Su said something, and everyone understood."

"Which sentence?"

"Eat as much as you can, eat as much as you can."

"Then your food is really good." Song Zhijun said with a smile. In 1988, China was making a price breakthrough. The country liberalized prices and tried its best to curb inflation, but failed. Therefore, this year, money is depreciating at a rate of 25%, and it is depreciating nationwide, which is much faster than the housing prices of later generations.

Although the government has worked hard to calm prices, it actually has little effect. A salary-paying professor like Song Zhijun almost immediately felt the pressure of life.

If it starts from 1986, his income is equivalent to a one-third reduction. Although it is not that there is no pork to eat, there is no chance to eat it unscrupulously except for the banquet.

When the worker left, he scooped a large spoonful of lard for himself and melted it in the pot. It suddenly occurred to him that this small exploration team's kitchen can provide food 24 hours a day. Whoever wants to eat, he can eat as much as he wants. It's really not easy.

It only took three or four minutes to finish a meal. When Song Zhijun took it out, he thought: If you eat the same thing every day, you will always get tired of it.

While thinking about it, he took a sip of seaweed soup and secretly commented: the taste is light, and it is estimated that salted fish will be delicious.

"Be careful!"

I don't know when a pickup truck stopped at the door of the dining room. Two stick guys shook off their arms to unload the car, and another worker came to help and transported the box to the house.

Song Zhijun stretched out his head and took a look: canned yellow peach.

This is a good thing!

It's estimated to cost 2 yuan a bottle. Is it okay to eat?

Song Zhijun smiled and thought to himself: How can it be? Now when he goes to the hospital to see the patient, he just mentions two bottles of canned yellow peach.

"Bow!" After moving the goods, a worker opened a wooden box on the spot, opened a bottle of canned yellow peaches, drank the sweet water inside on the spot, and smiled and said, "Cool, I'm working overtime today. Don't grab anyone from me."

"You boy, you have drunk all the cans. I'll give you overtime today, and there will be no tomorrow."

"Uh-huh." The worker scratched his hand, ate the canned food, wiped his mouth and said, "It's a pity that Director Su is not from our exploration team. If there is this benefit every day, who will still sit in the office?"

"I heard that American blue-collar workers are like this? We are also blue-collar workers, right?

"No, it's all blue." The worker took his own collar // book fan building's fastest text update www.shumilou.com no pop-up window no advertisement // Zi, laughed and said, "When I get the field subsidy in these months, I'll get a new bicycle, the off-road kind."

Song Zhijun walked back to the table without saying a word and thought: Su Cheng is very good to the workers. If he took an exploration project from him, he would probably not be reluctant to pay for it. At that time, we can also get some field subsidies.

In an instant, he was in a bad mood again: this man obviously had money and messed up welfare, but he didn't spend money on projects, which didn't work.

So, Song Zhijun hurriedly finished his meal and asked the driver to drive back.

When I arrived at Dongying, I found the Oilfield Administration and handed over the report.

For shallow sea oilfield exploration, many people are staring at it.

The office received the report, and before it was uploaded, three or four copies were streamed out.

Song Zhijun's report is professional, but it does not prevent leaders from reading conclusions. It is also because his professional content is incomprehensible that the leaders believe in his conclusion.

Deputy Secretary Liu is such a professional leader. It took him 2 minutes to turn over the previous 19 pages, and then looked at the conclusion on page 20: "To sum up, from the perspective of petroleum geology and reservoir geochemistry... Exploration should be selected in the southeast of the Bohai Bay, and scientific research should be carried out first. Item..."

Secretary Liu shouted: "Well written, it is only with this kind of expert guidance that we can win the oil field develop and grow. Isn't it funny to let a Chinese student explore? Well, you go and bring the official report."

What he saw was a copy.

The secretary was ready and took back the report in a few minutes.

Deputy Secretary Liu turned over and saw that it was the same report. He waved a big pen and wrote below: It is very insightfully and should be considered and transferred to Secretary Lin.

He didn't think about how Song Zhijun had only arrived at the oil field for more than two days. After writing the report, he went out. Without any field investigation, he didn't even go to the library, and even looked at the professional map of Shengli Oilfield, how he made this professional report.

From the perspective of Song Zhijun's top student, concocting this seemingly professional report really reflects his level. That is to use gorgeous professional vocabulary as an argument to whitewash empty arguments.

Deputy Secretary Liu is not the first to answer, nor will he be the last.

Even Lin Yonggui couldn't help but doubt when he saw this report and Secretary Liu's signature.

Fortunately, his personality was firm, and he was just sent a copy of a report. The purpose is also to let Sucheng consider the exploration plan.

Su Cheng's series of wonderful performances are more important to him than a report.

So, Su Cheng read the report carefully again and said to himself: The content of this Song Zhijun is smooth and stable. The data should have data, the table should have tables, and the diagram should be shown, that is, the conclusion is completely wrong. If you really believe him, you will die. You may find a few small oil reservoirs in the southeast sea, but with the shallow sea environment, it is estimated that it will be mined in 15 years, and you can make less money.

In the southeast of the Bohai Bay, whether it is targeted exploration or aimless search, it is estimated that it will take one or two years, tens of millions of yuan or hundreds of yuan of exploration costs...

Of course, at that time, Song Zhijun had already returned to his petroleum university.

For them, finding an oil field is worth a big book. If you can't find an oil field, it's just a small setback in the revolution... The most important thing is to get the project funds.

Su Cheng shook his head and fixed the four corners of the report with a stapler under the corner of the table.

Just after finishing it, Sha Mingyin pushed the door and came in.

"Lao Sha, how's it going?"

Sha Mingyin shook his head and said, "There is no oil. The ruler is in place. Do you still want to hit it?"

"If it doesn't work, let's change the place." Su Cheng's expression remains unchanged. He is very sure that the Zhengdao oil field is waiting for him not far away, and he only needs to try a few more times.

"Any rhetoric will not waver." Su Cheng closed his eyes and meditated.

... (To be continued...) RX