Chapter Thirty-Seven: There is no Confucianism
Shengli Oilfield is in Bei*Beijing, and naturally there are many places that need public relations.
Wu Hong, deputy director, is already a top expert in the oilfield, and in his hands, he has a glorious experience of hundreds of millions of yuan projects in Shengli Oilfield.
However, his own family knows his own affairs, and there are too many yamen in Beijing, and it is too deep, and with his small body, it is good to be able to hold the courtyard wall of the Ministry of Petroleum, and other key ministries and commissions also need some oilfield leaders to come out.
This time, his task is also not light, but it is a rare time to lead the team by himself, not to mention the mental tension.
Don't worry about tidying up your clothes. Wu Hong took out two packs of Hongtashan from the box, reached inside, and found a box of 20 soft-pack Chinese cigarettes.
Before 1988, Chinese cigarettes were all specially supplied to Chapter 37 and there was no Confucian smoke. In addition to government channels, it is usually only available at the Outer Shipping Supply Company, Friendship Stores or Overseas Chinese Stores, and in foreign currency. If he didn't come to Bei*Beijing, Wu Hong would be reluctant to use it at all.
If Hongta Mountain is described as a grenade, Chinese cigarettes are explosive packets. Carrying it to attack the city can be described as invincible.
Wu Hongan waited for Su Cheng to answer the phone and come back, and immediately rushed out of the room, stopped in the corridor and said with a smile: "Su Ke, are you back?"
"Director Wu?" Su Cheng raised his head and smiled, still going to open his door.
Wu Hong took three steps and made two steps, ran to Su Cheng's side, smiled like a diamond, and said, "Su Ke is not busy, let's talk a few words." â
You say. Sioux City opened the door, his tone still rejecting thousands of miles away.
Wu Hong had long been accustomed to covering other people's cold buttocks with a hot face, and automatically and consciously entered Su Cheng's room, but his smiling face turned into a resentful face, and he sighed repeatedly: "Alas, Su Ke, as soon as I see your room, I feel strange in my heart." If you want to say, you are the new Long March assaulter of our Shengli Oilfield, and you are the one who fights for our face, so you should live in such a good room. But ah, don't look at our oilfield is a vice-ministerial-level unit, I, the deputy director of the office chapter 37 Wuhongru room, can also say a few words in the oilfield, but when I get to Bei*Beijing, hey, it's not a fart. â
As he spoke, he took a cigarette in his mouth, handed the other one to Su Cheng like a friend, and said, "I don't know the official until I go to Bei*Beijing." To tell the truth, every time I come to Beijing, I try to find old leaders to do things. This time it's different......"
Su Cheng was annoyed by his sigh, and said helplessly: "What's the matter with you, just say it." â
"Can you introduce a few friends from the press? If you can report on our oil fields, it will be much easier. Of course, Wu Hong's goal is not to be a few young reporters, but there must always be a start.
Su Cheng couldn't help but laugh and said, "Our big Shengli oil field, isn't there a report? No matter how you say it, everyone knows it." â
"You can't think of it that way. No matter how big the company is, it has to show its face on the news from time to time, otherwise, ordinary people will soon forget about it. You must know that the way many leaders look at our victory oilfield is the way of ordinary people. â
Wu Hong simply explained a few words, which surprised Su Cheng.
This kind of thinking is quite ahead of its time.
At least in the impression of Sioux City, even in the 21st century, it is difficult for China's big brands to develop this kind of marketing awareness without strong competitors.
To a certain extent, this Director Wu is at the forefront of the times.
Unfortunately, the leader values his ability to coordinate. The so-called marketing strategy can only be used as an after-dinner pastime.
Seeing that he didn't speak, Wu Hong was ruthless and took out the Chinese cigarette.
Su Cheng's eyes suddenly lit up, and he said curiously: "Now there is Chinese cigarettes." â
"Look at what you said, Chinese cigarette is our national tobacco, and Premier Zhou used it to entertain guests from all over the world. Wu Hong smiled bitterly: This master is also a cow, and he doesn't scatter eagles if he doesn't see rabbits.
Seeing Su Cheng playing with the cigarette case, Wu Hong had the motivation again and said the request just now.
Su Cheng didn't really care, he just felt troublesome, so he said: "I really only know a few young reporters, all of them are my classmates, and they only graduated this year, if you want to meet, then meet them." I happened to have a few classmates at a reunion in the evening to help out or something, but I'm afraid they wouldn't be able to do it. â
"Look at what you said, I'm just looking for someone to lead the way. Wu Hong felt that Sioux City was humble. From his point of view, just the chubby apprentice who appeared before, his family background is much tougher than that of ordinary oilfield leaders. With the spirit of the oil hotel, the local high-class idle department-level leaders can't live in the room where Sioux City lives.
Su Cheng shrugged, stuffed the Chinese cigarette into his pocket, took out a peony, and said with a smile: "Director Wu, the two of us can be regarded as changing cigarettes." â
In later generations, a bag of peonies was three or four pieces, and a pack of forty pieces. And the better Chinese cigarettes also have this price. His exchange wasn't too much of a problem.
But in this era, Su Cheng's actions still startled Director Wu.
A single grenade is enough to capture many positions. He didn't understand how Sioux City could be so generous.
In fact, anyone who has $20,000 as a base and a few dollars of tobacco and alcohol will not feel anything.
In the afternoon, Su Cheng took Wu Hong to set off, found the agreed Runfa Restaurant and sat in, and waited for the six sons and his party to meet.
Wu Hongjian Hotel is adjacent to Chang'an Avenue, with elegant and exquisite decoration, and he is immediately relieved. At the same time, he secretly thought: Su Cheng is really a person with Huigen, who is knowledgeable and interesting, that is to say, we all bow our heads and open our mouths, how can we find a few little reporters to deal with errands.
Soon, the sixth son came, the royal court came, and Zhu Kai came...... All of them are too young, just like a college reunion in Sioux City.
Since I had just graduated, there were a lot of people who came. Some former students, when they heard that it was Su Da's talented son who had been in the newspaper many times, invited them to treat, and they were also happy to come.
So, Su Cheng didn't have time to introduce Wu Hong at all, so he fell into the work of greeting classmates and coordinating the private room.
Wu Hong sat in the corner, listening to Liuzi and others chatting, and due to their professional relationship, there were at least four or five people engaged in media-related work.
Sure enough, it's a little reporter!---Wu Hong's face was white and red.
In the end, he admitted defeat in despair, and finally found an opportunity to pull Su Cheng's clothes: "Su Ke, next time there is a slightly older heavyweight, introduce two of them to us, you young people are lively, I won't get involved." â
"Where do I know any heavyweights...... Well, I'll give you a treat. â
Su Cheng sent Wu Hong to the door, and heard someone shouting in front of him: "Su Caizi, my Wang is here." â
"Wang Shuo!" Su Cheng beckoned with a smile, turned his head to Wu Hong and said, "Director Wu, then let's get here here today, and I'll pick someone up." â
Wu Hongqi stood there and hummed.
At this time, I heard the person next to me say: "I heard that Wang Shuo entered the secretary class, and he was too busy to go home, but he came this time." â
"He and Su Cheng are writing poems together, and they must be here to meet. â
Wu Hong was finally not carried away by anger, and when he heard the secretary take over a class, he immediately asked, "Where did this classmate Wang Shuo go to the secretary class?"
"Dude, you're so old-looking, the third old. Wang Shuo went to the State Council, and was selected into the secretary class again, and he has been proud of the spring breeze recently. â
Wu Hong's liver trembled: Secretary class of the State Council!
Turning around, another yellow-faced man entered the door and hugged Su Cheng.
Wu Hong asked again, "Who is this?"
"Niu Bi of the last session seems to have entered the Ministry of Foreign Trade. â
"Ministry of Foreign Affairs. The six sons, who came to greet their classmates at the same door, immediately corrected them.
Wu Hong didn't dare to take it anymore, and asked respectfully: "I forgot to ask, are you ......?"
"Dude is not from the Chinese department. My sixth son is now a young reporter at China Youth Daily. â
"Well, there are no small reporters in the big newspapers. Wu Hong was about to show his eloquence, and remembered that he was chatting with Liuzi just now, and he mistook him for a little reporter, so he couldn't help asking: "Where do the people at your table work?"
Liuzi saw that he came with Su Cheng, so he introduced him kindly: "Zhu Kai is in the people, Wang Ting is in the Ministry of Public Security, Lao Mao People's Daily, and Lao Bei is in Xinhua News Agency......"
Wu Hong began to feel that his heart and liver hurt, and without saying a word, he moved to the table of Shicai.
Su Cheng was also walking back at this time, and asked strangely, "Director Wu, what's wrong?"
"Oh, I'm thinking it's okay at noon, so I'll stay longer. You young people are energetic, so it's good to have some vitality. Wu Hong said and lowered his voice, as if apologetically: "I came out in a hurry, and I didn't bring much money, you remember to issue an invoice in a while, and I will reimburse you when I go back, and calculate the entertainment expenses." â
"That's not going to work. â
As soon as Su Cheng's voice fell, someone called again: "Xiao Su, I heard that you came to Bei*Beijing, and I asked someone, and I found out that you came here." No call. â
It was Director Liu of the Personnel Department who spoke, and he was followed by the dog-legged chubby who was in charge of guiding the way.
Of course, Director Wu knew the iron-faced Liu who held the power of life and death, but he had never heard of Director Liu when he was smiling.
Looking back at Sioux City with a calm expression. Wu Hong suddenly had the urge to get down on his knees.
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