Chapter 114: Igor
"Anna, why are you so happy?" Looking at the smiling Anna, Manturov's worries had been completely dispelled. Pen | fun | pavilion www. biquge。 info
"I'm rebuilding with Yasha." Anna had a happy smile on her face and looked full of positive energy. Well-rested, she is like an upgraded machine, full of energy.
"That's good." Manturov looked at the suitcase in Anna's hand and asked, "Have you checked all the documents?" ”
Anna smiled confidently and said, "I've checked everything, and nothing is missing." I've also sorted it out for you and divided it into two categories. ”
"Yes, it looks like you're fully recovered. Come, let's go up. ”
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Manturov took Anna and walked into the building where the Ministry of Oil Industry was located.
"Vladimir Fedorovich, we haven't seen each other for a long time!" A thin man in a gray suit and a red tie, 1.75 meters tall, appeared in front of Manturov's eyes, calling his name and patronymic.
"Igor, why are you here? Weren't you transferred to the Krasnoyask Territory? ”
Igor? Krasnoyask Krai? Isn't that a bit impressive?
That's right, he was Igor, Manturov's secretary when he was the first secretary of the Komsomol of the Western Siberian Territory. Full name? Igor Pavlovich Asarov (nг op_ Пaвлoвnч_а3apoв).
"Volodya, shortly after I was transferred to Krasnoyask, I was transferred to the People's Commissariat of the Moscow Oil Industry as Secretary to Comrade Kaganovich."
Manturov patted Igor on the shoulder in a friendly manner and said, "Good job, boy, you have entered the People's Commissariat so quickly, this is a national department." ”
"Where, where? What am I compared to you, a hero of socialist labor who became the secretary of the state party committee in your twenties? ”
"As long as you work hard and serve the people, it will be the same in every position."
"You are quite right, you deserve to be a model cadre of the All-Union Communist Party." Igor also patted his old boss and old friend on the shoulder and gave him a friendly compliment.
"How's your work going? Are you okay? ”
"Don't worry, I'm fine. To tell the truth, this department has only been established for more than a month, and there is still a lot of basic work to be handled, such as collecting and sorting out the files of the country's oil enterprises and establishing the powers and responsibilities of the department.
Now the country also attaches great importance to the development of the oil industry, after all, it is a very important fuel, and it can also be used to make plastic products, and the demand will only increase.
And our country has abundant, untapped oil resources. With the growth of demand, the number of oil fields in China in the future, as well as the number of steel mills and their related enterprises, will only increase. The effectiveness of our work, as well as the importance of the department, should also increase, but the workload will also increase. ”
"Thank you, Comrade Asarov. The development of the oil industry in the USSR depends on you and Comrade Kaganovich. ”
Igor looked at the hairy girl behind Manturov and said, "Volodya, your girlfriend is good-looking." ”
Anna's face was flushed, and it was not the first time that she had just resumed her relationship with Yakov and experienced a union, and she was suspected of being Manturov's girlfriend. "Ah...... Comrade Sarov, my name is Anna, I am an assistant to Comrade Manturov, not his girlfriend. ”
Manturov also introduced Igor to Anna, "Anna, this comrade was my assistant during my tenure in the Komsomol and now an assistant to the Deputy People's Commissar of the Oil Industry, as well as a friend of mine. ”
"Hello, Comrade Asarov."
In Igor's mind, Manturov was a thousand-year-old mansion. He didn't want to see his friend living alone like this, so before he left, he deliberately "introduced" Katia to him and asked him to win Katia over. "Then Vorodya, you are the secretary of the state party committee, have you found a girlfriend?"
"I'm married." Manturov replied with a smile.
"And Black Rose?"
"How do you know?"
"Intuition." Igor analyzed: "Last time I was leaving, I introduced her to you. She is the flower of the Komsomol, the most beautiful and temperamental woman I have ever seen, and any man, including you, will fall in love with her.
And in Novosibirsk, you are the man with the most conditions and the best chance to soak her, so I made such a guess. Am I right? ”
Katia is beautiful, but that's not the main reason Manturov is with her. "You can't say you're right or you're wrong. Yes, I do have the conditions, and I am also captivated by her beauty. But actually, the two of us are not together for this reason. ”
"What's the reason for that?"
"Secret." As mentioned earlier, the reason why Manturov and Katia got married so soon was because they had known each other before they crossed over, and they were still in the same elevator to cross into this parallel world.
"What about you, Igor? Didn't find your significant other? ”
Igor kept a friendly smile and said, "I found it, and I'm still dating." In terms of figure, wheel appearance, and wheel temperament, it can't compare to your black rose, but in my mind, my girlfriend will always be the most beautiful! ”
"Looks like you're on good terms."
"Of course."
Manturov looked at his watch, and the meeting was still ten minutes away. "Igor, are the representatives of the Omsk region here?"
"Volodya, do you think everyone is as punctual as you? People arrive five minutes early, and you arrive twenty-five minutes early. ”
"Okay, then I'll go in and sit down, and by the way, review the documents I prepared."
Manturov walked into the conference room and took his seat in the pre-arranged seat. He took the suitcase from Anna's hand, carefully took out the papers, placed them on the table, and double-checked them as fast as he could read the online text.
At that moment, a man who looked to be in his twenties, dressed in an English suit and wearing a red tie, walked into the conference room. He sat in the position of deputy of the Omsk region.
In Manturov's mind, Nikolai Ivanovich Nevizhin (Hnkoл an_n Вahoвnч_he Вeжnh), the first secretary of the Party Committee of the Omsk Region, would be thirty-eight or nineteen years old, and the second secretary Mikhail Andreevich Kudinov (mnxanл_Аhдpeeвnч_ky дnhoв) would be thirty-five years old.
Sergei Josevvich Yevstinev (Cepг en_no фoвnч_e Вctnghheeв), chairman of the executive committee responsible for administrative matters in the Omsk region, is an old man in his fifties.
Judging from this point, the young man in his twenties, who is about the same age as himself, is unlikely to be the secretary of the state party committee or the chairman of the executive committee. It could be an assistant to the secretary of the state party committee, or it could be a cadre in charge of the oil industry.
But in any case, the young man in front of him is definitely not a cadre at the level of the secretary of the state party committee. In this case, the Novosibirsk region, which sent the secretary of the state party committee to the battle in person, was completely defeated by the other side in terms of sincerity.
But sincerity in exchange for this advantage is not great, eloquence and preparation are the most important factors.
This is not an ordinary working meeting, but a platform for the two states to fight for their respective economic interests.
The Omsk region wants to reap more benefits from the oil development projects led by the Novosibirsk region, while the Novosibirsk region wants to maintain and expand its economic interests.
The outcome of this meeting will have a direct impact on the fiscal revenues and economic structure of the two states.
If Manturov is able to secure an oil pipeline connecting the oil-producing regions of the Central Ob River with the city of Novosibirsk, the regional government will receive more revenues and a better position in the Soviet Union.
If Manturov can't win it, then there will be nothing to lose for the Novosibirsk region; But for the Omsk region and the city of Tyumen, it is an opportunity to revitalize the economy.