Chapter Seventeen Youth Reference News

  The news of the two teams using hot water showers immediately caused a sensation throughout the factory.

  Other oil extraction team workers also come to the 2nd team to take advantage of the water. Who doesn't like to take a comfortable hot shower after a busy day?

  "In Old Wu's words: 'Getting hit by a water pillar on the flesh is more comfortable than lying on a woman's body.'"

  Dong Wanshan set up 6 stoves in one breath, but it was still not enough to supply the 3 showers. Despite being busy, he was happy like a child on New Year's Day, and said to Su Cheng: "Our two teams have not been so prosperous for a long time, well done."

  Steam rose from the shelf, Su Cheng smiled wryly and said: "I originally thought that our two teams would take turns going out to work, twenty or thirty people at a time, taking turns showering... three showers should be enough..."

  "Didn't you see that everyone is making way for our 2 teams? No big deal, squeeze in, and we'll all be happy. Duan Wanshan shook his head and said: "The factory's 300-person bathhouse still has time limits, and you need to buy a bath ticket. In the evening, the water is small, like urine. Old Shi just looked at how big the bathhouse was, but when they use it, it's actually comfortable. We're outside working, humph..."

  Su Cheng said helplessly: "I was thinking about how to make a more comfortable toilet, now that I look at it, other teams won't come and use it too, will they..."

  "Can you get a toilet from the headquarters?" Du Wanshan suddenly became excited and didn't even listen to his second half of the sentence. Who doesn't like good things, it's just that conditions are limited.

  If it weren't for Liu and Lin Yonggui's relationship, Su Cheng wouldn't have been able to get reimbursed for these hundreds of dollars. In this era, if the public didn't pay out money, private individuals couldn't even if they wanted to.

  After some thought, Su Cheng said in a low voice: "It's not hard to get another toilet, but you have to listen to me."

  "That's easy, if you can get us a good toilet, we'll do whatever you want." Before Wu Wan Shan could respond, Old Wu came out wrapped in a towel, looking like a wild bull emerging from a bath.

  Dong Wanshan was cautious and asked: "Little Su, what do you want us to do?"

  "Look at you, so tense. I've come up with a name, 'Basic Five Small'. After Su Cheng introduced it, he said: "I'm thinking of writing a press release and publishing it in the newspaper, then making our two teams a pilot project, and naturally we'll get a set of equipment."

  "We're still no match for those university students, they're a bunch of rascals, one after another. We can't compare to them." Old Wu laughed so hard that his molars were showing, and he used his hand to poke Dong Wanshan.

  Dong team leader is a veteran of the struggle years, hearing newspapers and communiqués and other things, some worried: "Will not happen, right?"

  "Lao Dong, what's going to happen now? Look at those kids from the oil pipe factory! Last time they came up with some material-saving tofu block nonsense, and next thing you know, their noses were pointing skyward. Now it's our turn to report." Old Wu said, looking at Su Cheng with a bit of concern: "Will the newspaper even bother publishing our little story?"

  "Sui Cheng also didn't take it seriously."

  He actually has a 70-80% grasp. The current government and enterprises all emphasize the "knowledgeization" and "youthification" of cadres, so students from Peking University in previous years have been promoted quickly in their respective units. With such connections, it's extremely simple to publish an article without requiring headlines or timing. Even Liu Si, who has just started working, might be able to do it.

  As long as there is a report, it will be easy to talk to Lin Yonggui again.

  Su Cheng returned to his room, took out a few old newspapers, and imitated the press releases of others.

  To say that his memory still retains this knowledge of Chinese characters, but how to combine them together is completely clueless.

  After writing for a whole night, Su Cheng finally finished the article of several hundred words and felt somewhat satisfied. He couldn't help but think: Fortunately, I didn't stay in the ministry as a secretary, otherwise, forget about sleeping again.

  He wrote another letter, together with the manuscript, and sent it to Liu Zi, asking him to help find a few senior fellow apprentices to publish it.

  For the next few days, Su Cheng just waited anxiously for news.

  Just then, a week's time had passed, and as he was grumbling about the postal efficiency, Xiao Hei led a jeep into the station, shouting while running: "People from Beijing have arrived."

  In oil fields, Beijing is a highly symbolic term.

  When Su Cheng sucked his cloth shoes and drilled out of the room, Duan Team Leader, Old Wu and others were all waiting in the empty space.

  "Dou team, you were on the night shift yesterday, how come you're up now?" Su Cheng still looked puzzled.

  "You're still young, a northerner from Kyoto." Duan Wanshan glared at Su Cheng fiercely, but shifted slightly to shield him behind his back.

  In the past few years, people from Beijing came to the oil field, with both good and bad things happening, but in Duan Wanshan's impression, the good things were distant, while the bad things were always close at hand.

  Su Cheng was taken aback for a moment, looking at Du Wan's broad back and said: "Captain, it's nothing. The little guy in the back is my classmate."

  Dong Wanshan smiled foolishly and yielded Suzhou, then whispered: "Be careful what you say."

  Su Cheng couldn't help but smile wryly.

  Liu Zi, dressed in a cadre uniform, waved to the people around him, jogged over, and hugged Su Cheng, patting him heavily on the back, saying: "You rascal, you quietly ran off to the oil field, really..."

  He suddenly let go of Su Cheng, put his fingers on his nose and sniffed, furrowing his brow.

  "Motor oil and its original flavor, haven't smelled it before?" Su Cheng laughed loudly. The feeling of meeting an old friend in a foreign land is great.

  Liu Zi's nose was a bit sour, and he rubbed his eyes red: "You didn't say that back then... Ah, how did you end up in the oil field's extraction team?"

  "When we were in school, didn't we often say 'to build the border for the motherland, to build the oil field for the motherland'? Now I'm actually building an oil field." Su Cheng said with a teasing tone: "But what about you, how did you end up here? Are you taking advantage of the opportunity to travel?"

  "You're talking nonsense again." Liu Zi smiled and pointed to the middle-aged man with a national character face who was approaching from behind, introducing: "This is Peng Jian, the deputy editor-in-chief of 'Youth Reference', we came for your dispatch."

  "Chief Editor Peng is fine." Su Cheng was slightly surprised.

  "China Youth Daily's subsidiary publication, 'Youth Reference', is guided by the founding spirit of 'providing a reference news source for young people' and is a market-oriented national newspaper."

  This has exceeded Su City's expected value.

  Peng Jian shook hands with Su Cheng at the same time, and said: "I happened to see your dispatch, it's very simple and true. So I came here to take a look. The topic of Beida students in the oil field is very good."

  It's an understatement to say that the words of a writer are plain and true, Su Cheng said with a wry smile, "There are still many college students at the grassroots level."

  Peng Jian looked at him with interest and asked: "Not counting those who were shocked, do you know which Beida student took the initiative to go to the grassroots?"

  "There's a classmate from Hubei who seems to have returned to his hometown." Su Cheng recalled the news from graduation season.

  Peng Jian nodded and smiled, asking: "Then you know how many countries' major media have reported on this classmate of yours?"

  "How much?"

  "There are many, I also can't say a specific number." Peng Jian suddenly smiled.

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