Chapter 129 Marine Oil Plant

"What to do! This is the venue!" He Gen scolded angrily, not only because the little secretary interrupted his glorious moment, but also because of his inner uneasiness.

Before the office secretary could adjust his breath, he said intermittently, "There is news in the island area."

Lin Yonggui stood up.

Everyone, including Su Cheng, looked at it nervously.

He Gensheng felt that his blood pressure was going to rise. Regardless of the presence of Lin Yonggui and several deputy secretaries, he directly scolded: "Is it a blowout!"

The office secretary shook his head and handed the envelope to Lin Yonggui.

The envelope is plain white, indicating that it is a copy of the office, and the other party reports it by phone.

He Gensheng surged with strong uneasiness.

Lin Yonggui opened the envelope seriously, looked at it carefully, and his face suddenly slowed down. He said, "At 5:27 on September 21, the No. 12 well of Yongdao was oiled out, and the exploration team 17 team Changsha Mingyin."

He Gensheng's face turned red. He just said that it is absolutely impossible to produce oil...

His glory.

His eye-catching.

All of a sudden, the uncontrollable shame and anger made him uncontrollable anger. He, who has the best face, has been humiliated by Su Cheng more than once... Now he looks at Su Cheng's expression, just like watching a chicken enemy.

The conference room was also in a mess, talking in a low voice, admiring, laughing secretly...

Qu Guoda took the opportunity to stand up and laughed and said, "Congratulations to Director Su, for your sincerity. If you hadn't insisted, such a good shallow oil field would have been let go by us."

Wei Kong also said loudly, "Cheng Island is the most suitable place for mining shallow sea oil in Bohai Bay. We have won and can finally march towards the sea!"

He Gensheng was called by them and said angrily, "So what about oil? As Professor Song said, there can only be small wells with a daily production of 2 tons on the island. Such an oil well is meaningless, right, Professor Song?"

Song Zhijun knows better than anyone how his 40-page research report came out. He just didn't expect that the speed of exploration in Sucheng was so fast.

Forced to the corner, Song Zhijun had no choice but to insist: "From the perspective of geology, there is no foundation for large oil fields in the island area, and it is indeed possible to find one or two small oil reservoirs."

In this passage, more attributives and modifiers are added than before.

Lin Yonggui has relaxed and ordered, "Let's see if their production and testing are done. Send the data as soon as it comes out."

He sat down and didn't even look at He Gensheng.

The stubbornness of this man just now has seriously affected his prestige.

If it hadn't been for the oil from the No. 12 well on the island, the majesty that Lin Yonggui had finally established would have disappeared. There is nothing that makes him more angry than this.

He Gensheng quietly fell down on the chair.

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He Gensheng listened to the noisy voice in his ear, but felt that his soul seemed to be floating. First, he was trampled by thousands of troops and horses, and then he seemed to return to the period of sports. His soul was pulled into the old factory director who was tied up by him and became him. He was shown to the street by the young himself He was beaten shirtless, shaved by his young self, and humiliated by his young self.

Humiliation!

He Gensheng regarded all the whispers as whispers to humiliate himself... His body trembled.

"Squeak."

The wooden door opened again.

Everyone closed their lips tightly at the same time.

"Production test results." The hurried secretary held the envelope in his hand.

"How much." Lin Yonggui didn't have time to see it. He was equally excited. For him, the shallow sea strategy was not a gamble, and it was finally time to turn the cards.

The young man who reported the news raised his voice with honor and shouted with great anger, "Nichisan, ... 30,000 to 40,000 barrels."

He Gensheng's head was like paste. Hearing this, he laughed and repeated: "3 to 4, only 3 to 4..."

"Wan!" The person next to him couldn't help reminding him.

"What?"

"It's 30,000 to 40,000 barrels..."

"That's not going to..." He Gen, who was confused, was shocked.

"The daily output is 5,000 tons, with an annual output of 2 million tons." Su Cheng announced the number in a calm tone, but he was never calm.

This is an arduous victory.

Su Cheng is tasting the fruit of victory, and others are also cheering.

As oilfield cadres, no one cares more about crude oil production than them.

Some people are constantly calculating that "the daily output is 5,000 tons, the annual output is 2 million tons, and the reserves are absolutely hundreds of millions of tons."

"It's good that Su Dong insisted on fighting!"

"Absolutely a world-class oil field!"

The pulling of tables and chairs and the loud shouts make today's conference room more lively than the New Year's Eve party.

Lin Yonggui also clenched his fist tightly, and his heart pounded, which would not stop everyone from celebrating spontaneously.

Secretary Liu stroked his forehead and tried not to attract everyone's attention.

Song Zhijun quietly followed the door and wanted to slip outside.

Along the way, the cadres did not stop him. They lined up and laughed, "Professor Song, do you think this oil field makes sense?"

"Professor Song, 40,000 barrels are written into 4 barrels. Is it a clerical error?"

"Professor Song, have you been to the island in person? Is it too much oil to paste your brain?"

When there is no oil, people will not satirize Su Cheng, because they all know the pressure of organizing exploration. China's oil industry is the most oil-poor in China. Experts and professors abroad are exploring in China's oil-poor environment.

The pressure on Sucheng, the setbacks Sucheng experienced, and China's first generation of oilmen, the second generation of oilmen, the third generation of oilmen, the fourth generation of oilmen... are no different.

As oil workers and oil cadres, everyone can understand Suchong.

However, for experts who only know how to oppose and don't know construction and can use 40 pages to draw a wrong conclusion, no one will give him a good face.

Song Zhijun's face turned gray and stumbled away from the conference room. He Gensheng, the difficult brother, accepted the burning roast that attracted a lot of attention.

Wei Kong walked over gently, rolled up his 40-page report and smiled at Su Cheng.

An expert who has lost his reputation is worse than a bricklayer.

The laughter in the conference room lasted for more than ten minutes.

When everyone was tired, they lit the cigarettes one after another and let them return to the smoky nature.

Qu Guoda inhaled half a cigarette in one breath and couldn't help praising: "30,000 to 40,000 barrels per day is 1 million US dollars a day. Haha, such a large oil field is cost-effective even if it is reclaimed. Sucheng has made great contributions to our oilfield. With the Chengdao oilfield, our task next year will be completed.

"You can't fill the sea." Su Cheng said in a low voice.

"If you don't fill it, you won't fill it, and you won't go to the sea. We'll listen to you." Qu Guoda laughed and said, "After this matter, we can see that those experts teach something, just like the old man who plays chess in the courtyard, bragging really makes him do something, and he will have diarrhea after two steps."

He Gensheng likes to play chess in his family home, and he is the best "** horse". He boasted in front of people more than once about this specialty.

Qu Guoda pointed out the means of scolding Huai. In this conference room, it was no less than an insult by name.

But the root can only be born.

He made an oolong that was too big to argue again.

Moreover, both of them are the director of the oil production plant. They are not afraid of each other, and he is not sure to shut up Qu Guoda.

He didn't say anything, but Lin Yonggui was not ready to let him go. He also remembered the style in front of the old goods. After thinking for a long time, he knocked on the cup and said, "Factory Director Qu just talked about mining... Chengdao oilfield is our first shallow sea oilfield how to mine. Let's discuss it

"Yes." Su Cheng thought about it for a long time and said, "I think that as China's first shallow-sea oilfield, we should give full play to its advantages. We should not only organize forces to develop, but also ask the head office for help, so that they can transfer elite forces from other oilfields to help us carry out the technical research of shallow-sea oilfield

"Well, this suggestion is good, Secretary Liu. You have to catch the matter of asking for help from the head office and tell the value and prospects of our oilfield." Lin Yonggui regained the majesty of his hand.

Secretary Liu had to agree to this job of asking for help.

He named a few more people, and then asked the members of the Standing Committee to speak in turn. Lin Yonggui smiled and said, "I also have an idea. Judging from the current production and testing, the scale of the Yongdao oilfield is equivalent to an oil production plant. Because of its particularity, I think it should be independent."

He Gen raised his head fiercely.

The Yongdao oilfield is on the site of four oil production sites. Lin Yonggui's words are equivalent to snatching them from He Gensheng's hands.

This is almost inevitable. How could Lin Yonggui make He Gensheng comfortable? If it hadn't been for his organizational relationship with the oil company, he would have let him retire directly.

However, it's not much better now.

Lin Yonggui did not allow any root to distinguish, and then decided: "On the basis of the original four oil production plants, a new marine oil production plant should be established. Secretary Tao, you should shoulder this matter first. In addition to the personnel and equipment of the fourth factory, you can also transfer the personnel of other unit departments. Lao He, you actively cooperate with Secretary Tao's work and take responsibility for the daily affairs of the four factories.

He Gensheng used to be the director of the fourth factory and was fully responsible for his work. Now, Lin Yonggui has sent Secretary Tao to the fourth factory, which is equivalent to replacing him.

He Gen was so angry and anxious that he couldn't speak.

Lin Yonggui turned his head and said, "The exploration of Chengdao oilfield this time depends on Sucheng to overcome all difficulties and persevere. This also illustrates a problem, such as this kind of proactive cadres, which should give him more space. For marine oil recovery technology, not only our Shengli oil field, but also the oil fields in China are not familiar. At this time, I think fresh blood should be introduced. Let the competent companies outside participate..."

Su Cheng's eyes lit up. Lin Yonggui didn't say it directly, but if he could set up an independent company and participate in the marine extractive industry, it would not be more than a book.