Chapter Thirty-Six: Snake in the Ground
The New Long March Assault Hand is an award established by the Central Committee of the Communist Youth League. In terms of popularity, it is not high nationwide.
However, looking at the petroleum system as a whole, the number of new Long March assault hands selected each year is just that small, and it's still an honor that can be written into the merit book. Most importantly, it belongs to young people's special award. Ordinary workers get it, maybe just hang it on the wall at home, but Su Cheng, a young cadre like this, gets it, and can use it as capital for promotion.
Without any background and connections, it would be very difficult for Secretary Lin alone to bring this honor to Su City.
More importantly, Su Cheng's prestige and achievements have reached the standard of the Communist Youth League. Judging from the current situation of Shengli Oil Field, it is absolutely unreasonable to select new Long March assault teams without selecting Su Cheng.
Telling lies with one's eyes open is a profound art, and after only 8 years of reform and opening up, the Communist Youth League still hasn't learned it.
After several days of busy and bustling oil field commendation conference, Su City completed the first conference report in his life.
Other people's well-written drafts, he reads them in a stiff and unnatural way. But there is no other choice, whether it is this era or China 20 years from now, whether or not to receive honors or give reports depends on the person granting the honors and giving the reports.
After three or five days of rushing around, Su Cheng only had time to take a look at the production schedule of the oil extractor before being sent onto the green train.
Fortunately, this time there is a sleeper seat available.
In the same carriage, there were two other relatives who disappeared after boarding. Another Long March attacker, Wang Yun, was half-reclining on his bunk bed, holding a report in his hand, reading and reciting it by heart.
Su Cheng is a bit laughable, but also helpless. Authenticity is the characteristic of this era, and the genius who plays with the world is generally under 6 years old.
The green train was like a mad wild goat, heading north all the way.
"Brother Wang, have one?" Su Cheng pulled out a cigarette and handed it over.
The depressed King Youyan, who was like a prisoner in jail, finally showed a hint of a smile, carefully took the cigarette, sniffed it on his nose, and smiled: "Su Ke's conditions are really not bad."
"One person eats their fill, and the whole family won't go hungry." Su Cheng chuckled and lit cigarettes for both of them.
Wang Yun put down the report in his hand and began to daydream.
Su Cheng puffed on his cigarette, but didn't inhale, instead playing with smoke rings and creating second-hand smoke.
Wang Yun suddenly opened his eyes and saw it, sighing: "You're also too wasteful. Such good cigarettes..."
"I don't smoke much, a pack can last me several days. I only have one when I meet someone." Su Cheng handed the remaining half pack of cigarettes to Wang Yun.
The latter hesitated for a moment, put it away, and the smile on his face increased. He was an ordinary worker, with a wife and children at home, and a box of Peony cigarettes would cost him three or four days' salary.
The relationship of passing cigarettes quickly narrowed the distance between them. Wang You was a mechanic, and happened to be connected with Su Cheng's oil pump, they found common topics and chatted without feeling time was too slow.
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Early morning.
The green skin car entered Beijing North Station.
Countless people jumped off the car and began to observe this capital of China with searching eyes. Wang Yun was no exception, looking around and sighing: "It's indeed a capital city, it's impressive."
"Has Old Wang never been to Beijing?" Su Cheng carried his own small bag and followed the team from Shengli Oilfield out of the train carriage.
There were 4 new Long March assaulters in total, plus 3 office workers. They had finally managed to arrange a business trip and were looking forward to traveling together.
"I've never been here, the farthest I went was Qingdao, and that was during my wedding." Wang Yun sighed, suddenly remembering something, and smiled: "Su Ke is studying at Peking University, so he's half a Beijinger. You're definitely going to be our tour guide!"
Su Cheng waved his hand repeatedly and was smiling when a familiar little fatty ran over, shouting "Master! Master!"
It looks like they're just one step away from getting down on their knees and kowtowing. Everyone on the platform can't help but steal glances at them.
"Huang Ping? How did you come?" Su Cheng was quite surprised. Before departure, he had indeed written a letter to Xiao Pang, but didn't tell him the train number and arrival time. To say that, at that time he didn't know the arrival time either.
Xiao Pang smiled so silly, while helping Su Cheng carry his bag and bowing to the people around him, he said: "Master came to Beijing, if I, as a disciple, don't come to serve him, what's the point?"
"How did you know I arrived today?"
"I called your oil field and asked."
The team leader was the deputy director of the oil field office, who knew the confidentiality of the organization and asked in surprise: "How can you ask about this?"
"I must ask, I know this is a test from Master." Xiaopang circled around Su City, with a pleased expression, and asked: "Master, how are you planning to go? I've prepared a car that can seat 8 people just right."
"This time the deputy director replied even more quickly: 'Really have a car? That's convenient. We'll stay at the Petroleum Hotel.'"
"That's too convenient, the car is from the Petroleum Hotel." Xiao Pang had obviously mobilized his ministry resources. At that time, the Ministry of Petroleum only had a few hundred people, and any clerk who came out represented millions of petroleum warriors across the country, borrowing a car was nothing.
Su Cheng asked suspiciously: "What kind of car can seat 8 people?"
"Of course it's a van." Little Fatty seemed to be at a loss for words.
Arrived at the parking lot, it was indeed an ugly van.
In terms of vehicle model, it's even older than the public buses in Dongying. The Petroleum Department is indeed powerful and wealthy, but when it comes to freedom, it's hard to surpass the lower levels.
In this way, the deputy director of the office who was a bit weak just now straightened his chest again. He usually sits in a Jeep.
A few people drove to the Petroleum Hotel, and the deputy director took out a letter of introduction to check in. Xiao Pang also found the manager inside, and after whispering with him for a while, the latter personally came over to arrange the room.
When Su Cheng opened the door to his own room, it was indeed a suite facing the old foreigner's.
"Could it be a mistake?" The deputy director was shocked.
The manager smiled and said: "One of the standard rooms you requested is less, I'm in charge, and I'll change it to a suite for Comrade Su Cheng."
In this way, it doesn't cost much more either.
Xiao Pang made a series of suggestive facial expressions and eye movements towards Su Cheng. Everyone else quickly caught on as well.
The deputy director was very open-minded and held a meeting in the living room of the suite in Suzhou: "There are still two days before the commendation conference, everyone can move freely. But pay attention to discipline and personal safety. Remember to report the situation every evening."
Just as they were talking, a waiter shouted: "Is there a Mr. Su? A reporter from the China Youth Daily is looking for you."
Everyone's eyes were focused on Su Cheng.
"Heh heh, maybe it's one of my classmates." Su Cheng slipped away quietly.
"Look at those Peking University students, they're dragons in the oil fields and local snakes in Beijing."
Xiao Pang always felt that this sentence was problematic and looked at him thinking hard.
The deputy director suddenly became cheerful and slapped his thigh: "Right!"
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