Chapter 74 Kwa Street

To the oil field, Sucheng was picked up by Huā car.

The workers of Dahua Industry twisted a male liberation car into a female tour car with wrenches and pliers. If it hadn't been for Su Cheng's firm opposition, I'm afraid he would have brought Dahonghu.

On both sides of the car, the plastic huā has been replaced by newspapers and slogans. The words such as "Daqing Spirit" and "The Fire" are pasted on a white cloth with red paper, which is very eye-catching.

Su Cheng couldn't laugh or cry when the workers in the car shouted "Daqing Fire" and thought: Chinese people do not lack humorous cells. Whether the conditions are difficult or not, they always maintain an optimistic spirit, which may be the secret of the inheritance of 5,000 years of salary.

Four or five miles from the car, the roadside began to gather to watch the lively crowds.

The worker rolled up the microphone with his hand and shouted, "Su Cheng, you have won the face for us!"

He also joked, "Factory Director Su, you brought back the fire of Daqing. What can they do in the future?"

Sucheng is clear that for most of the winning workers, the praise of the leaders and the media is only an inducement to "scientific and technological innovation" is just a floating cloud, and they care more about Sucheng's "defeat" Daqing. In their eyes, it's like a [middle] Chinese people went to foreign countries to sell goods, and as a result, they were praised by foreign leaders...

"Gang my factory power, love me for victory!" The shouting of reed is always with each other.

Su Cheng smiled very simple and generously. He gave tens of millions of orders to Dahua and was praised by a city, which was somewhat embarrassing.

A liberation car, accompanied by a small team of forty or fifty people, turned out to be beating gongs and drums to travel through the city. Su Cheng slipped down and went straight to the headquarters building.

The happy crowd didn't care whether the protagonist was there or not, and continued to drive a huā car.

After sneaking into the headquarters building, Su Cheng gently wiped his forehead.

There are also many people who know him in the building, but the administrators are introverted, but there are more people who greet him, so it is inevitable that some people will ask questions.

As the Shengli oil field of the second brother for ten thousand years, whenever he finds a little opportunity, he will not forget to stab Daqing's chrysanthemum.

** Hero is the default rule.

There are still so many people waiting outside Lin Yonggui's office, and most of them are the heads of the second-level oilfield department.

The [book] of the Gudong Command is also in it. He took Su Cheng's hand and said a few words, and took the initiative to smile, "For the sake of inheriting the spirit of Daqing, let you jump in the queue and stand in front of me."

The director of the fourth oil production factory in front of him also looked at it and smiled, "Lao Mao, my army, Xiao Su, let's add a plug for you."

Nine times out of ten, the leaders of these second-level units were the deputy hall, and they expressed great kindness. Su Cheng had to thank them one by one and finally stood at the forefront of the team.

After a while, he entered the deputy [book] office.

Bypassing the screen, you can see Lin Yonggui holding the teacup in a very stable posture. Seeing Su Cheng's serious expression, his eyebrows suddenly fluttered: "Xiao Su, I went to the northeast to compete for Daqing."

He jokingly stood up and said, "I saw your name in the newspaper at a meeting in Beijing two days ago, and I said to Lao Liu, you Daqing people, thank us victorious people, otherwise, I won't borrow 'plant' to you... That guy's face is as dark as charcoal."

Su Cheng's face was also as dark as charcoal, and he thought to himself: Comrade Lao Lin, how boring you have to be to play this kind of game.

Lin [Book] Remember the rare wanton laughter.

In the Songnen Plain, more than 1,000 kilometers away, someone suddenly made the sound of being pulled.

After laughing enough, Lin Yonggui patted Su Cheng on the shoulder and said, "We discussed it at the meeting and decided to increase the purchase quantity of anti-biasive system. It used to be 5,000 sets, right? Adding it to 15,000 sets, which can't be less than Daqing's order."

The last sentence reveals the main reason for adding orders.

In this way, the total amount of orders will be close to 10,000 sets.

Sucheng calculated it very quickly: the gross profit of 1 closed yuan per system is as high as 83%... The total profit is as much as 48 million.

No matter what era it is, it is a huge sum of money.

Su Cheng suddenly laughed.

"Are you happy?" Lin Yonggui blew the teacup, calmed down and said, "When you go back, you must organize the production. Don't take the order and can't be completed. At that time, don't expect Daqing to let you go."

"Don't worry. All the mobilization, do a lot of work, and complete the production, operation and construction of the company quickly. Su Cheng skillfully recited a slogan.

After leaving the office and turning an inch to a group of old leaders, Su Cheng walked back along the street.

Dahua Industry is also decorated with lights, but no one can be seen in the factory.

It was not until the factory building that he saw the union [main] Xi Chen Liang, who took his "Daughty's Rangers" to write a blackboard newspaper. The chalk with big fists were eight words: "forging ahead and independent innovation..."

Su Cheng said hello and asked with a smile, "Chen [Lord] Xi, why are only a few of you busy? What about those helpers?

"Factory Director Lin ordered that all men under the age of age should go to the production line, and not men." Chen Liang stretched out his arms and legs and smiled.

"The production task is very heavy?" Su Cheng didn't expect that the silent Director Lin would have such courage. However, if the task is not heavy, courage does not have to appear.

Chen Liang said indifferently, "I can come here busy. In the third shift, there are still people who take the initiative to work overtime, and there are still people who toss around. Our union plans to take advantage of this fire and organize activities on the weekend for everyone to have fun.

"How is everyone in a good mood?"

Chen Liang looked at Su Cheng strangely and said, "Of course, I'm happy. People with a salary of 60 yuan have got 90 yuan, 70 or 80 yuan, and now they have got more than 100 yuan. If it hadn't been for the stipulation that the working hours would not exceed the time, I think some people would dare not sleep.

Su Cheng is dumb.

His mind traveled through time again. After 20 years, working three consecutive shifts or 12 hours may cause many complaints and protests, but under the background of the general shortage of state-owned enterprises in the 1980s, it is simply enviable to be able to work overtime for production.

Under the background of farmers' annual income of 300 to 400 yuan and less than 100 yuan in cash, the salary level of Dahua Industry is comparable to that of foreign companies in later generations. In this case, overtime work is often more acceptable.

Su Cheng suddenly thought of Shu Lan using meat oil to make spring rolls that day. He said that it was difficult to buy plate oil. He turned his head and asked, "If the worker gets his salary, can he buy goods?"

Chen Liang smiled and said, "Give it."

Several aunts around her also began to talk.

In the 10 years since the reform and opening up, inflation and material shortages have appeared in turn. Sometimes together, clothes, quilt covers, matches, non-staple food, or refrigerators, color TVs, laundry shackles... Whether it is durable goods or daily necessities, they are within the scope of panic buying.

Sucheng has also encountered a wave of panic buying, but after having the US dollar, he went to the overseas Chinese store to shop. [China] The most exquisite goods produced by the Chinese people are all used to exchange foreign exchange during this period. Under the premise of not pursuing high technology, the quality of life has not been reduced much.

"In the past, how did we solve the shortage of materials?" Su Cheng asked as he walked to the office. There are a lot of panic buying, and enterprises in various countries have their own tricks.

Chen Liang smiled proudly and said, "We used to change. We have a good relationship with chemical factories. We give them more batches of materials, and then contact fertilizer factories, chemical fiber factories, local material bureaus, non-staple food factories and cloth factories through them. In recent years, the oilfield has been well-efficient, and you can get something from it.

Su Cheng also laughed. This trading chain is really not short. In the 1980s and 1990s, even at the beginning of the century, the life of upstream industrial enterprises was not very good.

Entering the office, Chen Liang pointed to the food point and said, "The most important thing is that there is foreign exchange in the oil field."

Su Cheng's nod. When he first came to Dongying, he saw the imported buses in the oilfield and had a deep understanding of the foreign exchange value of the oilfield.

However, in Su Cheng's eyes, he is more or less guilty about happiness when he can't afford to eat fat.

Su Cheng thought for a moment and said, "Chen [Lord] Xi, can you make us a batch of good meat? Everyone's labor intensity is so high that the soup is watery, and I'm afraid the body can't hold on.

There are butcher shops in Dongying, and the number is quite large. However, on the one hand, employees are reluctant to buy it, and on the other hand, they have to rush to buy fat meat. No one is willing to put the limited money on the ribs and tendons.

The so-called good meat in Sucheng has an image standard of "four-finger-thick fat" at this time.

When the feeding essence has not yet been made public, fat and strong pigs are really rare and taste quite good... It is not a healthy pig breed with good genes, it can't grow four-finger-thick fat at all.

Chen Liang thought that Su Cheng wanted to add meals to the staff canteen, so he patted his chest and said, "Tray me the number, and I'll send it to you."

Su Cheng touched his chin and thought for a moment, and said, "We have more than a thousand people, if each of us is hard..."

"Sit, stop." Chen Liang was so scared that he straightened his eyes and said, "My Master Ya! Director Su, it's just the Double Ninth Festival, and you are ready for the New Year's goods. At this time, where can I find tens of thousands of pounds of pork? It has to be good meat. It's impossible.

"10,000 catties of meat, only fifty or sixty pigs." Su Cheng looked at him suspiciously.

"Factory Director Su! Fifty or sixty pigs, please ask the oilfield headquarters. When they divide the New Year's goods, do they dare to praise this Haikou? Chen Liang shook his head and said, "Now the supply of supplies is more sufficient, but there are more people buying it. It's like a stall of olive noodles. No one wants to take more. Besides, there is no holiday. If you are in a hurry to send a catty of pork, what will you send during the Spring Festival?

"Our workers work in three shifts, which is much harder than other factories." Su Cheng nodded and said, "Well, let's do it first. I'll call and ask when I'm done."

Chen Liang only thought Su Cheng was interested, but he didn't care too much about his words. Nowadays, 3 yuan per catty of pork in the market costs 4 yuan for pork, and 4 yuan for black market meat without tickets. As soon as you enter and exit, 10,000 catties is 10,000 yuan short. How can those "officials" who can get the note put 10,000 yuan instead of being a good person?