On the shores of Bohai Bay, there is a lot of coarse sand and stone flakes* Although you can't feel the joy of running barefoot and sunbathing, the clean sand and bright light still make you feel happy.

The workers hummed their brother and erected the drilling well from scratch, and the roar of the drilling rig was like a symphony orchestra sonata to them, familiar, deep, and with them for a lifetime.

Although Song Zhijun is a professor of petroleum exploration, he rarely comes to the front-line exploration team. After the age of 40, even fewer come. I desperately stayed in the university back then, not because I didn't go out on the scene.

It took two or three hours to get to Chengdao, and Song Zhijun was not in a hurry to go back, so he followed behind Sha Mingyin, the leader of the exploration team, and first observed their operation site, and after finding that it was blameless, he asked Chapter 125 unwaveringly: "If you can't find oil in this well, where will you go next?" Do you have a map?"

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

The exploration team members are out all the year round, and all kinds of singing voices come when they open their mouths, and immediately a worker replied: "Exploration is not afraid of slowness, just afraid of accuracy, don't be too anxious to find a hole, if you are in a hurry, you will be fast!"

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 annoyed that his scars had been revealed, but fortunately, his cultivation was good, so he held back, copied the report, went to find his driver, and said, "Old camel, let's go back." ”

"Wait. "The old camel had something stuffed in his mouth, and his chopsticks were still there to pick up the fish from the can.

At this time, the status of the driver was higher than that of the professor. Song Zhijun said helplessly: "Then you hurry up and eat, let's go back and get it again." ”

The old camel snorted and said, "Don't look at other people's things as simple and delicious! It's tasteless. ”

Song Zhijun couldn't hold back his face, and said: "I'm just a poor teacher, how can I compare to Chapter 125 of the other people's oil fields and never shake the boss." ”

The old camel laughed strangely. Shengli Oilfield gave these guest experts food and accommodation subsidies, and Song Zhijun naturally wouldn't take them all out to eat and drink.

"What are you eating?" Song Zhijun was a little embarrassed and forked out.

"This is the workers' lunch, I got one, are you hungry? The old camel gave a stone to Song Zhijun and pointed to the chopsticks on the table. Said: "Canned salted fish, hot lard poured over rice mixed with soybean soy sauce, and a bowl of seaweed soup." ”

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To be said. This meal doesn't cost a few dollars, only canned salted fish and lard cost some money, and soy sauce and seaweed are not worth much.

Still, it smells good.

Song Zhijun touched his belly and silently went to the kitchen to receive food. The scene at hand. Naturally, he couldn't expect Su Cheng to prepare him for a big meal.

Entering the small blue board house, there are workers making food for themselves.

He scooped a serving of lard from the tin box, put it in a pot to heat it, and poured it into the cold rice. Mix with soybean soy sauce and the staple food is ready. The large iron pot of nori soup is placed on the ground. Again, put a spoonful into the pot, and pour it into the enamel jar when it is hot. Then take your own portion of the salted fish, and a meal is ready.

The smell of oily rice wafted through the room.

Song Zhijun hesitated for a moment before he put on a smiling face and asked, "Master, I'm from outside, do you have any bowls?"

"There is one under the table. The worker put the salted fish in his pocket, looked at him, and said with a smile: "You are the fast hand who is looking for holes?"

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

"Hmm. ”

"Well, what if you scoop too much?"

"That's a good question. The worker said with a smile in a tone commonly used by cultural people: "We also asked at the time, and Director Su said a word, and everyone understood." ”

"Which one?"

"Eat as much as you can, eat as much as you want, and do as much as you want. ”

"Then your food is really good. Song Zhijun said with a smile. In 1988, China was in the midst of a price boom, liberalizing prices and trying to curb inflation, but ultimately failed. As a result, this year, banknotes are depreciating at a rate of 25%, and nationwide, which is much faster than the price of housing in later generations.

Although the government has tried hard to stabilize prices, it has not had much effect. A salaried professor like Song Zhijun felt the pressure of life almost immediately.

If you count from '86, his income is equivalent to a third-of-a-bit reduction. Although it is not impossible to eat pork, there is no opportunity to eat it unscrupulously except for banquets outside.

When he waited for the worker to leave, he scooped himself a big spoonful of lard and melted it in the pot, and suddenly it occurred to him that this small exploration team's kitchen could provide food 24 hours a day, and it was not easy for anyone to eat whenever they wanted, and to eat as much as they wanted.

It only took three or four minutes to make a meal, and when Song Zhijun brought it out, he thought: If you eat the same thing every day, it will always taste boring.

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

"Be careful!"

At some point, a pickup truck stopped at the door of the house, two good guys threw off their arms to unload the truck, and another worker came to help transport the boxes to the house.

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

That's a good thing!

A bottle is estimated to cost 2 yuan, is it also all-you-can-eat?

Song Zhijun thought about it and smiled, and secretly wondered: How is it possible, when I go to the hospital to see a patient now, I will bring two bottles of canned yellow peaches.

"Bang!" a worker finished moving the goods, opened a wooden box on the spot, opened a bottle of canned yellow peaches, drank the sweet water in it on the spot, and said with a smile: "Cool, I am working overtime today, don't rob me with anyone." ”

"You kid, you drank all the canned food, and you will work overtime today, and you won't have it tomorrow. ”

"Uh-huh. The worker shaved with his hands, ate the canned food, and 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've heard that blue-collar workers in the United States are like that? We're blue-collar too, right?"

"No, it's all blue. The worker tugged at his collar and said with a smile: "When I get the field subsidy for the next few months, I will get a new bicycle, the off-road kind." ”

Song Zhijun walked back to the table without saying a word, and secretly thought: Su Cheng is very good to the workers, if he takes an exploration project from him, this guy will probably not be reluctant to pay. When the time comes, we can also get some field subsidies.

In an instant, he was in a bad mood again: this guy obviously has money and welfare, but he doesn't spend money on projects, which is not good.

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

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

Shallow sea oil field exploration, many people are staring at it.

The office received the report, and before it could reach it, three or four copies flowed out.

Song Zhijun's report was professionally written, but it did not prevent the leaders from reading the conclusions. It is precisely because of his professional content that people can't understand that the leaders believe his conclusions.

Deputy Secretary Liu is such a professional leader, he spent 2 minutes to turn through the first 19 pages, and then looked at the conclusion on page 20: "To sum up, from the perspective of petroleum geology and reservoir geochemistry...... The exploration should be in the southeast of Bohai Bay, and scientific research projects should be established first......"

Secretary Liu applauded: "If you write well, you need this kind of expert guidance, so that our Shengli Oilfield can develop and grow." Isn't it funny to let a student of the Chinese department do the exploration? Well, you go and get the official report. ”

He looked at the photocopy.

The secretary had already prepared and took back the report in a few minutes.

Deputy Secretary Liu flipped through it, and when he saw that it was the same report, he waved his pen and wrote below: Very insightful, it should be considered, and it will be transferred to Secretary Lin.

He didn't think about how Song Zhijun had only made up this professional report after he had arrived at the oil field for more than two days, and he had only gone out after writing the report, without any field investigation, without even going to the library, and without even looking at the professional map of the Shengli Oilfield.

From Song Zhijun's point of view, concocting this seemingly professional report truly reflects his level. That is to use flowery jargon as arguments and whitewash empty arguments.

Deputy Secretary Liu was not the first to do so, and he will not be the last.

Even Lin Yonggui, seeing this report and Secretary Liu's signature, couldn't help but be suspicious.

Fortunately, his character was firm, and he just asked someone to send a copy of the report over. The purpose is also to get Sioux City to think about the exploration plan.

Sioux City's series of wonderful performances, but for him, it is more worthy of attention than a report.

So, Su Cheng read the report carefully again, and said in his heart: This Song Zhijun, the content is done steadily, if you want data to have data, you want tables to have tables, you want to have diagrams, but the conclusions are all wrong. If you truly believe in Him, it is death. A few small oil reservoirs may be found in the southeast sea, but with the shallow sea environment, it is estimated that if you exploit it again in 15 years, you can make a little less money.

In the entire southeastern area of the Bohai Bay, whether it is targeted exploration or aimless searching, it is estimated that it will take one or two years, tens of millions of yuan, or hundreds of millions of yuan in exploration costs......

Of course, by that time, Song Zhijun would have already gone back to his oil university.

For him, the discovery of the oil field is worth writing about, and the inability to find the oil field is only a small setback in the revolution...... The most important thing is to get the project funds in hand.

Su Cheng shook his head, used a stapler to set the four corners of the report, and padded them under the corners of the table.

As soon as he finished 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 footage is in place, are you still fighting?"

"Hit another 500 meters, if it doesn't work, let's change places. Su Cheng's expression remained unchanged. He was very sure that the Chengdao oil field was waiting for him not far away, and he only needed a few more attempts.

"No rhetoric, no wavering. Sioux closed his eyes and muttered.

…… (To be continued......) rx！！！