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Along the coast of Bohai Bay, there are mostly coarse gravel and rough stone flakes*Although you can’t feel the joy of running barefoot and sunbathing, the clean sandy beach and bright light still make you feel happy.

The workers hummed and erected the drilling rig from scratch. For them, the roar of the drilling rig was like a sonata of a symphony orchestra, familiar, deep and accompanying for a lifetime.

Although Song Zhijun is a professor of petroleum exploration, he seldom comes to the first-line exploration team. After the age of 40, even fewer come.Back then, he worked so hard to stay in the university because he didn't want to show up on the scene.

It took two or three hours by car to arrive at Chengdao. Song Zhijun was not in a hurry to go back. He followed behind the exploration team leader Sha Mingyin. If the well fails to produce oil, where will it go next? Do you have a map?"

"What do you mean no oil can be detected!" Sha Mingyan said dissatisfiedly.He has been working on the prospecting site all year round, and his voice is so loud and penetrating that all the workers in front of him heard it.

Exploration team members are out all year round, and all kinds of singing come here, and a worker immediately replied: "Exploration is not afraid of being slow, but of being inaccurate. Don't be too anxious to find a hole. If you are in a hurry, hurry up!"

The dirty jokes sung in dialect had a special flavor, and Sha Mingyin also laughed.And he looked at Song Zhijun's lower body and smiled.

Song Zhijun felt annoyed that his scars were exposed, but fortunately he was well-trained, so he held back, picked up the report, went to his driver, and said, "Old camel, let's go back."

"Wait a minute." The old camel had something stuffed in his mouth, and the chopsticks were still picking up the fish in the can.

At this time, the status of the pilot is higher than that of the professor.Song Zhijun said helplessly: "Then you eat quickly, we'll make it better when we go back."

The old camel snorted, and said, "Don't look at their simple and delicious food! The small restaurants you ate at. It's tasteless."

Song Zhijun couldn't hold back his face, and said, "I'm just a poor teacher, how can I compare to the boss of someone else's oil field."

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

"What did you eat?" Song Zhijun was a little embarrassed, and diverted.

"This is a worker's lunch. I made one. Are you hungry? Go get it yourself." The old camel handed over a stone to Song Zhijun, and pointed to the chopsticks on the table.Said: "Canned salted fish, rice with hot lard mixed with soybean soy sauce, and a bowl of seaweed soup."

Only then did Song Zhijun notice that there was seaweed soup in an enamel jar...Book friends uploaded and updated}

To speak up.This meal doesn't cost a lot of money, only canned salted fish and lard cost a little money, soy sauce and seaweed are worthless.

However, it smells and tastes good.

Song Zhijun rubbed his stomach, and silently went to the kitchen to get the meal.The current situation.Naturally, he couldn't expect Su Cheng to prepare any big meal for him.

Entering the small blue board room, there are workers cooking for themselves.

He scooped lard for one person from the iron box, put it in a pot to heat it, and poured it into the cold rice.Mix it with soybean soy sauce, and the staple food is ready.The large iron pot of seaweed soup was placed on the ground.Put a spoonful into the pot in the same way, and pour it into the enamel jar when it is hot.Then take your own portion of salted fish, and you'll have a meal in one meal.

The smell of oily rice wafted through the room.

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

"It's under the table." The worker put the salted fish in his pocket, looked at him, and said with a smile, "Are you the one who is quick to find holes?"

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

"Ah."

"Well, what should I do if I scoop too much?"

"You asked this question well." The worker smiled in the tone commonly used by cultural people: "We asked it at the time, and Director Su just said something, and everyone understood."

"Which one?"

"Eat as much as you can, and do as much as you can."

"Then your food is really good." Song Zhijun said with a smile. In 1988, China was in the middle of a price breakthrough. The country liberalized prices and tried its best to curb inflation, but ultimately failed.Therefore, this year, banknotes depreciated at a rate of 25%, and it was a nationwide depreciation, which was much faster than the house prices of later generations.

Although the government is trying very hard to stabilize prices, but in fact there is not much effect.Salaried professors like Song Zhijun felt the pressure of life almost immediately.

If it is calculated from 86, his income has been reduced by one-third.Although it is not impossible to eat pork, except for banquets outside, there is no chance to eat it unscrupulously.

He waited for the worker to leave, then scooped a large spoonful of lard for himself, melted it in the pot, and suddenly thought: This small kitchen of the exploration team can provide food 24 hours a day, who wants to eat it at any time? It's not easy to be able to eat whenever you want and as much as you want.

It only took three to four minutes to prepare a meal. When Song Zhijun took it out, he thought: If I eat the same thing every day, I will get bored.

While thinking, he took a sip of seaweed soup, and secretly commented: the taste is rather bland, and it is probably delicious with salted fish.

"careful!"

At some point, a pick-up truck stopped at the door of the kitchen, two good guys threw off their arms to unload the truck, and another worker came to help and transported the boxes into the house.

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

This is good stuff!

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

Song Zhijun laughed after thinking about it, and thought to himself: How is it possible, now when I go to the hospital to see patients, I only bring two bottles of canned yellow peaches.

"Boom!" 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, "Shuang, I'm working overtime today, so don't compete with me."

"You kid, I drank all the canned food. Today's overtime will be for you, but tomorrow will be gone."

"Yeah." The worker scraped the can with his hands, wiped his mouth, and said, "It's a pity that Director Su is not part of our exploration team. If there are such benefits every day, who would still sit in the office?"

"I heard that this is the case for American blue-collar workers? We are also blue-collar workers, right?"

"No, it's all blue." The worker grabbed his collar and said with a smile: "When I get the field subsidies for the past few months, I will get a new bicycle, off-road. Kind of."

Song Zhijun walked back to the table without saying a word, thinking to himself: Sioux City is very kind to the workers, if he takes an exploration project from him, this guy probably won't be reluctant to pay.At that time, we can also get some field subsidies.

In an instant, he was in a bad mood again: This guy has money and messes with welfare, but he doesn't spend money on projects, that's not okay.

So Song Zhijun finished his meal in a hurry and asked the driver to drive back.

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

Shallow sea oilfield exploration, many people are watching.

The office received the report, and before it was passed on to the top, three or four copies were leaked out.

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

Deputy Secretary Liu is such a leader who likes to be professional. It took him 2 minutes to turn through the first 19 pages, and then read the conclusion on the first page: "In summary, from the perspective of petroleum geology and reservoir geochemistry Analyzing it from the perspective of... exploration should be in the southeast of the Bohai Bay, and scientific research projects should be established first..."

Secretary Liu was overwhelmed: "It's well written. We need this kind of expert guidance so that our Shengli Oilfield can develop and grow. Isn't it weird to let a student from the Chinese Department do exploration? Well, go and get the official report."

He was looking at a copy of .

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

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

He didn't think about it, Song Zhijun arrived at the oil field for more than two days, and only went out after writing the report. Without any field investigation, he didn't even go to the library, and he didn't even look at the professional map of Shengli Oilfield. , and how to prepare this professional report.

From the point of view of Song Zhijun's academic master, the concocting of this seemingly professional report truly reflects his level.That is to use gorgeous professional vocabulary as arguments to whitewash empty arguments.

Deputy Secretary Liu was not the first to do it, nor will he be the last.

Even Lin Yonggui couldn't help being suspicious when he saw this report and Secretary Liu's signature.

Fortunately, he has a firm character, so he just sent a copy of the report.The purpose is also to make Sioux City think about the exploration plan.

To him, Su Cheng's series of wonderful performances are more worthy of attention than a paper report.

So, Su Cheng read the report carefully again, and thought: This Song Zhijun, the content is well-balanced, if there is data, there is data, there is a table, and there is a diagram, the conclusion is all wrong.If you really believe him, you will die.A few small oil reservoirs may be found in the southeast sea area, but in the shallow sea environment, it is estimated that after 15 years of exploitation, the profit will be a little less.

In the entire southeast of Bohai Bay, whether it is targeted exploration or aimless search, it is estimated that it will take a year or two, tens of millions or hundreds of millions of exploration costs...

Of course, by that time, Song Zhijun had already gone back to his Petroleum University.

For them, finding an oil field is worthy of special mention, but not finding an oil field is just a small setback in the revolution... The most important thing is to get the project funds at hand.

Su Cheng shook his head, fixed the four corners of the report with a stapler, and placed it under the corner of the table.

Just finished, Sha Mingyin opened the door and came in.

"Old Sha, how are you doing?"

Sha Mingyin shook his head, and said: "No oil, the footage is in place, do you still want to fight?"

"Go 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 Oilfield was waiting for him not far away, and he only needed to try a few more times.

"Any rhetoric will not waver." Su Cheng closed his eyes and said silently.

……(to be continued..) rx