Chapter Eleven Little Trinkets

  At this time, Su Cheng was in a small restaurant on the edge of the square, worrying about a full bowl of noodles.

  Little Hei gobbled it up quickly, finishing half the bowl in just a few minutes. He looked up in surprise and asked, "Why aren't you eating?"

  "Too much."

  "This store's specialty is that it's a lot and tastes good. If you don't finish eating, the boss will be unhappy." Xiao Hei pointed to the back with the head of his chopsticks.

  Suzhou followed his gaze and indeed saw a stout boss embracing his coarse and dark-skinned wife, staring over fiercely.

  "I'll give you half." Su Cheng didn't say another word and poured half of the noodles into Xiao Hei's bowl.

  Turning back, the plump boss and the coarse black boss's wife had already disappeared in the oil smoke, like a cook among the gods.

  "You're here!" Shu Lan exclaimed loudly: "Su Cheng, I've been looking for you with great difficulty."

  Xiao Hei gazed at Shu Lan's delicate and pretty face, her long black hair, and her bright shining eyes, and said with admiration: "Su Gong, you have a good relationship in Dongying, yet you say you don't want to come..."

  "What are you talking nonsense about?" In a crowded place, Shulan suddenly had the boldness of a worker's family girl again. She stared at Xiao Hei with all her might and then strangely asked Su Cheng: "How did he call you Su Gong, aren't you in the oil extraction team?"

  "Then there won't be any engineers in the oil extraction team?" Xiao Hei muttered, and under Shulan's piercing gaze, he walked away with a bowl.

  Shulan sat down bluntly and panted, "I went to the library to find you, but you left first. I asked all the way and finally found you here. I'm exhausted! Boss, give me a bowl of noodles!"

  Su Cheng wanted to stop him, but the plump boss had already responded: "Alright!"

  Shulan smiled, leaning back in her chair, proudly displaying her twin peaks, and said: "My teacher's name is Liang Jianguo, he's from the Institute of Industrial Design. He saw the rough sketch you drew and thought it was particularly good, so he asked me to come find you. Hurry up and eat, we'll go over there soon."

  "He should be off work by now." Su Cheng was a bit hesitant to go, the connection of the wristwatch was naturally not a problem, but he wasn't sure if he should take it out.

  Shulan just smiled and said: "We'll go to the teacher's house later, the pastries made by the teacher's wife are delicious, consider yourself lucky."

  As they spoke, a small bowl of noodles was brought up by the rough and dark-skinned boss's wife.

  "Suzhou looked at his unfinished noodles and whispered: 'It's said that if you don't finish, the boss will be unhappy.'"

  "It's okay, I can finish it." Shulan smiled shyly and picked up her chopsticks.

  Under the astonished gaze of Suzhou city, a bowl of noodles that was even bigger than a little girl's belly suddenly disappeared.

  All that's left is Shulan's gentle smile.

  In Liang Jian's country, Su City received a warm and friendly reception.

  Mrs. Liang's vegetarian oil dumplings were indeed delicious, but after eating a small half bowl of noodles, Su Cheng was already too weak to continue, whereas Shu Lan, as if unaware of the situation, ate three more palm-sized small pastries.

  Su Cheng furiously thought to himself: Don't think I don't know you just ate a whole bowl of noodles.

  After the exchange of pleasantries, Liang Jianguo took out a drawing with a schematic diagram and said with a smile: "Little Su, this shaft sleeve connection, how do you specifically want to deal with it, tell us in detail."

  "It's actually quite simple." Su Cheng hesitated for a moment before drawing out the diagram of the connected suits.

  This is a simple gadget, saying it's valuable because once used, it can save the oil field tens of millions in maintenance costs every year. Saying it's not valuable is because it itself also has costs. To change the existing gearbox structure of the oil field, the factory that produces the gearbox needs to change its production line, and replace the existing gearboxes in the oil field, which are in the hundreds of thousands, as well as a corresponding number of spare parts. This kind of one-time investment of tens of millions is an important decision for state-owned enterprises, not something Su Cheng can control.

  If you want to make money from patent fees, Suzhou might have to wait another 20 years and still need good luck. Because at that time, heaven knows how many kinds of shaft sleeve structures will appear. From the user's point of view, of course, they would choose the one without patent fees.

  However, Liang Jianguo only considered the technical aspect. He looked at Su Cheng's drawing and nodded his head, saying: "Your drawing skills are quite good, did you learn them at our petroleum technical school?"

  In the 1980s, large state-owned enterprises were like independent kingdoms that could meet all of a person's needs from birth to death. For example, a giant enterprise like Daqing Oilfield had an even broader scope, with not only its own petroleum technical school but also health schools and normal universities, and each year it would exchange some quotas for petroleum universities with the Ministry of Petroleum, making education almost entirely self-sufficient.

  Su Cheng smiled and replied: "Self-taught."

  Liáng Jiànguó looked at the blueprint again and sighed: "I'm old."

  Shulan said beside him, "Master, aren't you going to check his data?"

  "How can this be." Liang Jianguo said with a blush, but the longing in his expression was clear.

  "It's nothing." Su Cheng also stopped talking about patents and the like. The engineering courses he had studied were all classics of later generations, so what was a simple expansion joint?

  "The dimensions of the connecting bolts and the permissible stress of the bolts are related..."

  Li Jian Guo listened very seriously, occasionally asking a couple of questions, and made notes with great effort in a red leather notebook.

  Such an expression usually appears on the faces of Liang Jingguo's students.

  Shulan suddenly looked up at Su Cheng, gazing at his somewhat gaunt cheeks... The latter seemed to have noticed something, and when he turned around, she quickly hid again.

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