Song Qiong looked out the window, it was already dark, and the people in the building were almost gone, he stood up with his hands on the table: "It's all off work, let's go back, I'll think about the grease thing." ”

Tang Sheng and Huang Qi were suddenly a little disappointed, and their original motivation was sluggish.

Song Qiong patted Tang Sheng on the shoulder: "Don't be discouraged, I will definitely be able to think of a way." Go back and get a good night's sleep, there will be a lot to do tomorrow. ”

"Well, I hope so." Tang Sheng smiled and replied weakly.

Song Qiong didn't say anything more, and went downstairs with his things.

Shen Lanying had already prepared dinner, and everyone waited for it without eating. Song Zhen looked at Song Qiong and said crisply: "I heard that you want to make soap, aren't you bragging again?" ”

Song Qiong picked up his little brother Song Peng, and spun around in the air a few times before putting it on the ground: "Song Zhen, have I bragged in the past two days?" ”

Song Zhen pursed her lips, thinking about it carefully, Song Qiong really doesn't seem to be the same as before, although he can still blow the atmosphere, but he can do it every time?

Shen Lanying smiled and beckoned Song Qiong to come over for dinner, and said worriedly: "The work is important, you can't work too hard, don't rush too ahead, don't do things that you are not sure of......"

"Mom, don't worry, I have a number." Song Qiong picked up a chopstick of green vegetables, put it in Shen Lanying's bowl, and looked at it carefully, and sure enough, he couldn't see any oil flowers, and he didn't know whether he put oil or not.

Song Qiong thought to himself, the oil he eats must not be used, he is fed, clothed and fed, and a full meal is the first thing, and there is no oil on the table of the common people, so how can it be done?

Not only can it not be used, but also find a way to make everyone eat oil and grow genetically modified soybeans? Improve the oil yield and engage in industrial oil extraction?

Industrialization? Industry-

Song Qiong was holding chopsticks in his hand, and suddenly held them there motionless.

Shen Lanying glanced at Song Qiong strangely, Song Zhen suddenly stretched out her chopsticks and knocked over: "What are you doing, the chopsticks are held there and don't move!" ”

Song Qiong's chopsticks flew to the ground, Shen Lanying glared at Song Zhen with disgust, and walked over to take a pair of chopsticks and handed them to Song Qiong: "Ah Qiong, are you okay?" ”

"It's fine!"

Song Qiong smiled: "There was a problem that bothered me for an afternoon, but I just suddenly had some thoughts, and I was distracted." ”

"What's the problem, is making soap? You don't have to work too hard, this kind of thing, how can you let a young man who has just joined the work be responsible, I'll go back and find Director Shen, they can't mess around like this-" Shen Lanying held the rice bowl, and the more she talked, the more angry she became.

Song Qiong hurriedly gave Shen Lanying another chopstick dish: "Mom, this is what I took the initiative to request, your son is a genius, if you can only carry a sack, it won't be a waste!" ”

After Song Wengen finished eating, he put down the dishes and chopsticks, and reprimanded: "It's so ambitious." ”

Although he was a little unhappy when he saw Song Wengen, after Song Qiong had a good meal, he still went to give him a waist massage, and then took the materials and went into the small room that was originally a small courtyard and was later made of bricks and tiles.

The small room is not large, with two beds and two desks vertically, and it is difficult for four people to turn around in the rest of the room.

A kerosene lamp was lit on the desk, and the faint green glass, trumpet-shaped base, and bulging oily belly flickered with a dim yellow light. Song Fang and Song Peng were lying on their stomachs, doing their homework, and Song Zhen was holding a yellowed broken book, reading it with relish next to them.

Song Qiong leaned over to tutor Song Fang and Song Peng's homework for a while, and then lay down on the bed and continued to ponder his thoughts.

The next day, after Song Qiong went to work, he was keenly aware of some changes in everyone's attitude towards him, and some people even asked him directly: "Xiao Song, I heard that you want to use lard to make soap?" How much lard does it take to make a bar of soap? That's a waste, if the community distributes soap, I'd rather change to lard......"

"Don't worry, we don't need lard." Song Qiong had no choice but to answer depressedly.

When he arrived at the business unit, Wang Yaolin, the head of the unit, said directly to him: "Xiao Song, don't do any soap." ”

Song Qiong was stunned, and when he saw Tang Sheng sitting there with an ugly face, giving him a look, he asked puzzledly, "Chief Wang, why?" ”

Wang Yaolin glanced up at Song Qiong: "Why don't you know?" ”

Wang Yaolin yesterday believed that Shen Jianguo did not attach importance to this project, otherwise, he would not have been denied funds, materials, and key personnel.

Later, I heard that Song Qiong was making a big noise in Shen Jianguo's office, and Shen Jianguo gave him the note, which should have been pestered and sent away.

Wang Yaolin was also perfunctory, asking Song Qiong to make the plan first, but he didn't expect him to make samples immediately, and he also needed to use lard and vegetable oil, how could this be possible?

Wang Yaolin believes that Song Qiong has been doing nonsense from the beginning, using Song Wengen's matter to ask for benefits from the society, and what kind of soap-making project has been made, if the soap is so good, it will be his turn to do it?

Wang Yaolin has always disliked Song Wengen, this old guy never gives himself face, he is very rigid, and now he deserves to fall into this fate, his son still wants to get benefits from his own hands? Dream!

Wang Yaolin was going to have a morning meeting, stood up with his work notes, and scolded with a straight face, "Oil is a commodity that the county plans to deploy, and it must be ensured that the people can eat oil, and it is impossible to fool you around." ”

Wang Yaolin said that he was about to go out.

Song Qiong hurriedly stood in front of him: "Chief Wang, I have already thought about it, you can use other oils instead of lard and vegetable oil." ”

"No oil."

"Chief Wang, I mean, you can use oil that everyone doesn't eat."

"No one has enough oil at home, as long as it is oil, someone will eat it." Wang Yaolin stretched out his hand and pushed Song Qiong: "You get out of the way, I'm going to a meeting, this matter is not negotiable." ”

Song Qiong didn't move at all, and smiled bitterly slightly: "Chief Wang, I mean that those inedible oils, such as kerosene, are not eaten?" ”

"You-"

Wang Yaolin's face turned red, and he suddenly pointed at Song Qiong and shouted, "Get out of the way." ”

"Who's smiling with you? Isn't it funny? Kerosene is also oil, there are also planning indicators, who can give you the power to mess around? ”

"You first asked for lard, then vegetable oil, and now you want kerosene, what kind of oil do you want? I don't think you want to make soap at all, and you can't make soap at all, you just want to get something out of the community. ”

"I tell you, it can't be!"

Song Qiong didn't expect Wang Yaolin to suddenly go crazy, and his voice also spread outside, attracting the attention of other offices and people who rushed to the meeting, and some people quickly gathered at the door and corridor of the business unit.

Someone said to Song Qiong: "Comrade Xiao Song, how can you contradict the leader and make Wang Gu Changsheng so angry?" ”

Someone else pulled Wang Yaolin: "Chief Wang, you dissipate your anger, he is a hairy child, he is not sensible, don't be like him." ”

Song Qiong also saw Huang Qi and Tang Sheng standing on the periphery, and the expression on his face stopped, wanting to come, but not daring to come.

was said by Wang Yaolin to be so unbearable, Song Qiong was about to get angry, in the end, his soul had experienced a lot of things, and he controlled his emotions in time, trying to justify: "Chief Wang, I just take kerosene as an example, in fact, there are many types of oil, in addition to what we eat, there are also industrial use, strictly speaking, kerosene, gasoline, and oil are also considered oil, if the technical conditions allow, the same can be made of synthetic soap." ”

Song Qiong didn't say that it was okay, but as soon as he said it, Wang Yaolin was even more annoyed: "Fart, as far as you still know about synthetic soap making, I see that you still put satellites!" ”

Song Qiong was helpless: "I can really do-"

"You're going to make a fart, and if you can make it, I'll eat it." Wang Yaolin has been a rebel, if it weren't for so many people around, now it is different from before, he definitely wants to make Song Qiong look good.

Song Qiong smiled bitterly and shook his head: "Then so be it, if I can't make it, I will pay for the raw materials used." ”

"You have a of money, and you want to cheat it if you can't steal it? I'm telling you, your surname Song doesn't want to take anything from the warehouse in the future. ”

Song Qiong's face suddenly became gloomy, he could bear it, but Wang Yaolin also talked about the theft case that had been revealed, which made him unbearable.

He immediately said coldly: "Wang Yaolin, remember what you said, if I make soap, you can eat it for me." ”

With that, he turned and left.