super energy power

Shengli Oilfield is located in Beijing, so there are naturally many places that need public relations.

The deputy director, Wu Hong, is already a top research expert in the oil field. In his hands, he once had a brilliant experience in winning projects worth hundreds of millions of yuan in Shengli Oilfield.

However, my family knows my own family affairs. There are too many yamen in Beijing, and they are too deep. With his small body, it is not bad if he can hold the courtyard wall of the Ministry of Petroleum. Other key ministries and commissions still need some oil fields. Leaders need to go out.

This time, his task was equally heavy, but he was rarely in charge of leading the team himself, needless to say he was mentally tense.

Don't care about arranging clothes.Wu Hong took out two packs of Hongtashan from the box, reached into it again, and took out a box of soft-packed Zhonghua cigarettes.

Chunghwa Tobacco before 1988 was a special supply cigarette.In addition to government channels, it can usually only be bought in foreign shipping supply companies, friendship stores or overseas Chinese stores, and foreign exchange is required.Wu Hong would not be willing to use it if he hadn't come to Beijing.

If Hongtashan is described as a hand grenade, Zhonghua Tobacco is a pack of explosives.Carrying it to attack cities and pull out strongholds can be said to be invincible.

Wu Hong waited for Su Cheng to answer the phone with peace of mind, and immediately rushed out of the room, stopped in the corridor and smiled, "Su Ke, are you back?"

"Director Wu?" Su Cheng raised his head and smiled, before going to open his own door.

Wu Hong took three steps in parallel, ran to Su Cheng, smiled like a rhombus, and said, "Is Su Ke busy, let's have a chat."

"Speak." Su Cheng opened the door, his tone still repulsive.

Wu Hong has long been used to covering others' cold buttocks with his hot face, and he walked into Su Cheng's room automatically and consciously, but his smiling face turned into a resentful face, and he sighed repeatedly: "Oh, Su Ke, when I saw your room, I would I feel strange. I want to say that you are the new Long March assaulter of our Shengli Oilfield, and you are the one who fights for our face. You should live in such a good room. But, don’t think that our oilfield is at the deputy ministerial level. Unit, I, the deputy director of the office, can speak a few words in the oil field, but when I arrive in Beijing, hey, it’s nothing.”

As he spoke, he took a cigarette in his mouth, handed the other to Su Cheng like a friend, and said, "I don't know the official school if I don't come to Beijing. To be honest, every time I come to Beijing, Try to find the old leaders to do business. This time it will be different..."

Su Cheng was annoyed by his sigh, and said helplessly: "What's your matter, just tell me."

"Can you introduce some friends from the press? If you can report on our oil field, it will be much easier." Wu Hong's goal is of course not a few small reporters, but there must be a beginning.

Su Cheng didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and said: "Our Shengli Oilfield, which is so big, hasn't been reported? No matter how you say it, everyone knows about it."

"You can't think like this. No matter how big a company is, it has to show its face in the news from time to time, otherwise, ordinary people will soon forget it. You have to know that the way many leaders see our Shengli Oilfield is the way of ordinary people. Way."

Wu Hong simply explained a few words, which surprised Su Cheng.

This kind of thinking is already quite advanced.

At least in Sioux City's impression, even in the 21st century, it is difficult for those big Chinese brands to develop such marketing awareness without strong competitors.

To a certain extent, Director Wu is ahead of the times.

It's a pity that the leader values ​​his coordination ability.The so-called marketing strategy can only be used as a pastime after dinner.

Seeing that he was silent, Wu Hong took out the Zhonghua Cigarette cruelly.

Su Cheng's eyes lit up immediately, and he said curiously, "Now there are Zhonghua Tobacco."

"Look at what you said, Zhonghua Tobacco 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 good man, and he will not be a hawk if he doesn't see a rabbit.

Seeing Su Cheng playing with the cigarette case, Wu Hong was motivated again, and said the request just now.

Su Cheng didn't really care, he just found it troublesome, so he said, "I really only know a few small reporters, all of whom are my classmates, and they just graduated this year. If you want to meet, then go and meet. I happened to have an appointment with a few classmates tonight , help or something, I'm afraid they can't do it either."

"Look at what you said, I'm just looking for someone to lead the way." Wu Hong felt that Su Cheng was being modest.From his point of view, just the chubby apprentice who appeared before, his family background is much tougher than that of ordinary oil field leaders.With the vigor and spirit of the Petroleum Hotel, even the local department-level leaders would not be able to live in the room where Sioux City lived.

Su Cheng shrugged, stuffed Zhonghua Cigarettes into his pocket, took out a peony, and said with a smile, "Director Wu, the two of us are exchanging cigarettes."

In later generations, a pack of peonies costs three or four yuan, and one piece costs 40 yuan.And better Chinese cigarettes also have this price.His exchange is not a big problem.

But in this era, Su Cheng's actions still startled Director Wu.

A grenade can capture many positions.But he didn't understand why Su Cheng was so generous.

In fact, anyone who has a base of 2 US dollars will feel nothing if he buys cigarettes and alcohol for a few dollars.

In the afternoon, Su Cheng set off with Wu Hong, found the agreed Runfa Restaurant and sat in, waiting for the six sons and his party to meet.

Seeing that the hotel is adjacent to Chang'an Street, Wu Hong feels at ease immediately with its elegant and exquisite decoration.At the same time, he thought to himself: Su Cheng is indeed a person with wisdom roots, knowledgeable and interesting, that is to say, we all bowed our heads and opened our mouths, how can we find a few small reporters to deal with the errands.

Soon, the six sons came, Wang Ting came, Zhu Kai came...all of them were too young, just like a reunion of college classmates in Suzhou City.

Since I just graduated, there are many people here.Some former students, hearing that they were being treated by the great talent of Su who had been featured in the newspapers many times, also came happily.

Therefore, before Su Cheng had time to introduce Wu Hong, he got caught up in greeting his classmates and coordinating private rooms.

Wu Hong sat in the corner, listening to Liu Zi and others chatting. Due to their professional relationship, at least four or five people were engaged in media-related work.

It really is a little reporter! ——Wu Hong's face turned white and red.

In the end, he gave up in despair, finally found an opportunity, and pulled Su Cheng's clothes: "Su Ke, next time there are heavyweights who are a little older, please introduce two of them to us. You young people are lively, so I won't Blended."

"Where do I know any heavyweights... Well, I'll show you off."

Su Cheng sent Wu Hong to the door, and heard someone shouting in front of him: "Su Caizi, I, Mr. Wang, are here."

"Wang Shuo!" Su Cheng smiled and waved, then turned to Wu Hong and said, "Director Wu, let's come here first, and I'll pick someone up later."

Wu Hong stood there angrily and hummed.

At this time, I heard the person next to me say: "I heard that Wang Shuo joined the secretary class and was so busy that he didn't have time to go home. He came this time."

"He and Su Cheng have been writing poems together, so they must come to see each other."

Finally, Wu Hong was not dazzled by his anger. When he heard the word "class" after the secretary, he immediately asked, "Where did this classmate Wang Shuo go to the secretary class?"

"Brother, you are really old-fashioned. You are the third class. Wang Shuo went to the State Council and was elected to the secretary class. Recently, he is proud of himself."

Wu Hong's heart shuddered: State Council secretary class!

Looking back, another man with a yellow face came in and hugged Su Cheng.

Wu Hong asked again in a strange way: "Who is this?"

"The previous Niu Bi seemed to have joined the Ministry of Foreign Trade."

"Ministry of Foreign Affairs." The six sons who came to the door to greet their classmates immediately corrected them.

Wu Hong didn't dare to take the title anymore, and asked respectfully: "I forgot to ask, you are..."

"My brother is not from the Chinese department. My six sons are now working as a small reporter for the "China Youth Daily."

"Hey, there are no small reporters in big newspapers." Wu Hong was about to use his eloquence, and remembered that he was chatting with Liu Zi just now, and he misunderstood him as a small reporter, so he couldn't help asking: "How many people at your table are there?" Where do you work?"

The six sons saw that he came with Su Cheng, so they introduced him with a pleasant face: "Zhu Kai is in People's Literature, Wang Ting is in the Ministry of Public Security, Lao Mao is in People's Daily, Lao Bei is in Xinhua News Agency..."

Wu Hong began to feel pain in his heart, and moved to the table just now without saying a word.

Su Cheng was also walking back at this time, and asked strangely: "Director Wu, what's wrong?"

"Oh, I thought that there is nothing to do at noon, so I will stay for a while. You young people are energetic, and it is good to be a little energetic." Wu Hong said in a low voice, as if apologetic: "I came out in a hurry, I didn’t bring much money, remember to issue an invoice later, and I’ll reimburse you when I go back, counting it as hospitality expenses.”

"That won't work."

As soon as Su Cheng finished speaking, someone called again: "Xiao Su, I heard that you came to Beijing. I only found out that you came here after asking someone. Why didn't you call me?"

The person who spoke was Director Liu of the Personnel Department, followed by the dog-legged chubby who was in charge of leading 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 smiling.

Looking back at Su Cheng with a calm expression.Wu Hong suddenly had the urge to kneel down.

……