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Because of the Xinhua News Agency, the officials of the machinery factory, who were unable to understand the situation, had a somewhat respectful attitude towards Su Cheng. Very

These are all fighters from the years of the movement, and in the face of the country's No. 1 media organization, fear is also natural.

On the contrary, the working class is very simple, and the technocrats are very romantic, so that the work in Sioux City will not be affected. The oil production line has officially started, but for reasons of avoidance, the start-up ceremony was not held at all, so as not to embarrass the leaders.

On the other hand, for the same reason, Su Cheng did not go to the oilfield headquarters to visit Wei Kong, but simply kicked Xiaopang to Guizhou, and asked him to find a way to get a few bottles of aged Moutai or puree back, with this hobby to lay the foundation, no matter what conclusion is given above, his waste oil field will not be affected.

Although it was superficially indifferent, Sioux City was still under a lot of pressure, and this pressure was invisible, inexplicable—if rational analysis was used, even if Sioux City could not get a million dollars, or a portion of a million dollars, it should not be questioned and suppressed.

But the things in the world, who said it, especially the things in China, are particularly weird. In the discussion of the people around him, Sioux City couldn't help but be a little tired.

This feeling is even more profound on Saturday.

The alarm clock seemed to be taken captive, and the "jingle bell" and "jingle bell" kept ringing.

Su Cheng was lying on his back on the bed, just unwilling to press it.

Seven and a half years to go before the five-day workweek. In other words, if he still has to do some work in the next seven years, he will have to work six days a week for the next seven years, be woken up by the alarm clock every day, and get up early every day.

The alarm clock is like a perpetual motion machine.

Su Cheng hated it, so he simply kicked it out of bed and said secretly: Who dares to say that capitalist workers are exploited again, I spit on his face.

When I went out, the air was fresh, with a slight smell of dust, which made Sioux City feel a little better.

took out the key as usual and was about to drive the old jeep, Su Cheng suddenly thought about it: "The production line has started, and I don't know how to maintain and quality control, so what are I doing in a hurry to go to the factory?"

So, he simply dropped the key, rode a broken bicycle, and rode slowly towards the Shengli Oil School, the reason, naturally, was to have breakfast.

Against the flood of workers going to work, Sioux finally felt that the privilege of the deputy factory director was somewhat useful.

On the way, there are people who greet them from time to time.

The "Su Factory Director" is an ordinary worker, the "Xiao Su" is a high-end literary and artistic worker, and the "Su Deputy Factory Director" is a 2B worker, which is rare to see on weekdays.

There are many more breakfast stalls next to the oil school than near the machinery factory, and the workers are older, either at home or in the canteen of the unit, and only when the students come to pick up in a hurry and are relatively greedy, will a large number of breakfast stalls be born.

There are a variety of foods on the breakfast stalls, including clean fried dough sticks and soy milk, as well as soups such as tofu brain, spicy soup, and cabbage soup.

Looking at these things, Sioux City from the 21st century can't help but sigh.

If the Mayans had compared the changes in Chinese food around 30 years ago, without fortune telling, they would probably have listed 2012 as the end of the world.

He had eaten a lot of food, and he thought: if he only worked five days a week and had a safe and delicious breakfast, 1987 would be good.

In fact, for a man with 20,000 dollars, no era is too bad.

Park the bicycle and walk into the school, and you will see students coming and going, running and jumping, girls coming and going, swaying the breath of youth, and boys coming and going, dirty and smelly......

"Sioux City?" said Shu Lan's surprised tone overhead.

After a while, Shu Lan, who was wearing a white coat, ran over. Behind him, there was a faint sound of students cheering.

"Why did you come to school?" Shu Lan's nose twitched, a little excited, a little shy.

Su Cheng touched his head, as if he was imaged by the era of innocence, and said with a smile: "Walking and walking, I came over." ”

For a girl, this love sentence, which is not a love story, has been extremely lethal. Shu Lan's cheeks immediately turned red.

When she started a group, she made a louder noise.

Standing still is not a solution, Su Cheng looked at it and said with a smile: "Take me to visit your school, Master Liang is still your mentor, right?"

"Master Liang is coming later, I'll take you to the laboratory. Shu Lan didn't care about the class, and walked to the back of the teaching building with her head down.

Walking through a bush of small trees, the students behind him could no longer be seen, and Su Cheng naturally took Shu Lan's little hand.

The latter was taken aback and hurriedly said, "This is the school." ”

"What are you afraid of. Su Cheng laughed, but his hand still let go.

No matter how you say it, it's a school in the 80s, and he doesn't want Shulan to be demerited.

However, as soon as the hand was released, a young male teacher came out of the other end of the flower, looking at Shu Lan and Su Cheng with a shocked expression, his fingers trembling and said, "You two, you two are actually in love." ”

Su Cheng's face turned black in an instant: Lao Tzu is in his twenties, and if he doesn't fall in love, the human race should become extinct.

Shu Lan jumped behind Su Cheng in fright, and her eyes turned red.

It's not scary to talk to a boy, but it's troublesome to be caught by the teacher and hold hands.

Su Cheng obviously understood her thoughts, and said solemnly: "We don't have a puppy love. ”

"You're holding hands. ”

"There was a ditch there just now, and I was worried about falling. Sioux City pointed to a trail of water on the ground.

The male teacher's chest rose and fell angrily, and his face was ugly: "Don't quibble, Shu Lan, and you, go to the Academic Affairs Office with me." ”

Seeing that he recognized Shu Lan, Su Cheng couldn't escape, so he had to follow.

The so-called Academic Affairs Office is still a large classroom, in which at least 20 teachers sit and each has a writing desk.

The male teacher brought Su Cheng and Shulan to the dean of instruction and began to narrate his great discovery.

Su Cheng looked around boredly, and at the same time comforted Shu Lan in a low voice: "It's okay, aren't we just helping each other?"

Shu Lan, who was worried, couldn't help but make an arc at the corner of her mouth.

Criticism followed, and the dean of education also asked in a deep voice, "Which unit are you from?"

"Machinery factory. ”

"Worker or cadre?" the male teacher looked at Sioux City with disdain. In 87, when the salaries of teachers were improved, the income of teachers in factory-run schools significantly exceeded that of workers and teachers in city and county schools, so there was a great sense of superiority.

Su Cheng shrugged and pulled out his work card.

When the teaching director saw that it was the deputy factory director, his expression suddenly changed, and he delayed the time and said, "Su Cheng, it seems that I have heard of it somewhere." ”

The male teacher was still chattering when the phone in the office rang suddenly.

A young teacher received a phone call, listened for a while, then raised his head and shouted: "Director Lu, the principal asked us to find a deputy director of the machinery factory named Su Cheng, someone saw him coming to the school." ”

"Oh...... Oh, Sioux City?"

"Yes. ”

Director Lu looked at Su Cheng strangely, turned around and went to answer the phone, leaving Su Cheng and the male teacher eye to eye, strangely boring.

Shu Lan also got out of the thriller plot and unconsciously approached some Su Cheng, in her opinion, Su Cheng, who is so capable, will definitely be able to solve the big things in the school.

Director Lu talked on the phone for a while and hurriedly went out. Su Cheng simply dragged a chair for himself and sat down, guessing who was in such a hurry to find it.

When the male teacher heard that he was the deputy factory director, he also quietly shut up and waited for things to develop.

He didn't have to wait long before the sound of car tires rubbing outside.

Looking out of the window, you can see three cars parked under the school building. It can be seen from the photos that they are all the oilfield's own cars.

A few men with briefcases quickly entered the teaching building, and the principal, director and others who lined up to welcome them could only follow closely behind.

The office door snapped open.

Shu Lan shook her shoulders slightly and continued to hide behind Su Cheng.

"Hello, Director Su. "At the head is a stylish man. Combed his back hair big, his hair was oily and shiny, his palms were broad, he held Su Cheng and shook it vigorously, and said: "I am Ding Zhipeng from the Physical Reform Commission, and this time I am here to be entrusted by the central government to allocate 1.29 million US dollars in patent fees to you. ”

Before the reform of the State Council in 1998, the Commission for the Reform of the System was a better department than the Commission for the Development and Reform of the State Council. This noun, together with "central" and "$1.29 million", immediately knocked down everyone within a radius of 15 meters.

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It's late today, sorry. There will be a deposit right away, and it will be fine.

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