Chapter 99: Control and Defeat Su Cheng, let Kang Mingdong sit down, and said: "I have no choice this time, but in the future you can pay attention to collecting evidence. It is best to use a tape recorder to record the sound at the scene and use a camera to capture the losses at the scene. On the one hand, it can be used to prove the crime, and on the other hand, it can also raise civil compensation, let the oil mice pay the money to the oil field, and then force their families to testify."

"Civil compensation is a little troublesome. However, the recorder is a bit difficult. If you take out such a big thing, who will say it as long as you are not a fool?" Kang Mingdong laughed twice.

"There are small ones." Su Cheng reached out and gestured, and smiled: "The ones you can buy now are probably Japanese goods, and Germany should also produce them..."

"Is the imported recorder worth hundreds of dollars? It also has the consumption of blank tapes." Kang Mingdong went out with a sad face.

Sikong Jia made the record and smiled at Su Cheng: "I heard that foreigners have a machine that does not use a tape, and can store hundreds of minutes of conversations at a time, and can copy it directly to the computer. You can wipe it off if you want, which is very convenient. If we have it, Director Kang won't have to worry so much."

"It's a solid state memory." Su Cheng thought to himself. What she was talking about was probably the predecessor of mp3. However, the price of this kind of thing should be thousands or tens of thousands of blank tapes no matter how you think about it.

Sikong Jia said in surprise: "You really care about the electronics industry."

Su Cheng secretly said: It's all things I've used, how can I not know?

As the two of them were talking, Kang Mingdong came back in a hurry. He still had the same action, first throwing his hat, then taking someone else's water to drink, and finally said: "I found the director in charge of finance, and said no, I don't have the money. Mahjong, I made a sensor worth one million, but I can't make a tape worth a few thousand yuan."

The more Kang Mingdong spoke, the more angry he became.~~-<  >-Net-Updated first release~~

Several young people present also felt the same way. Someone said directly: "It should be another severe crackdown. One less mouse of this kind of gas will be shot."

Kang Mingdong slapped the table and said, "I'm still shot, but now I'm not enough for labor camps. In a few days, the people who were locked up in front will definitely be even more crazy. In order to steal hundreds of dollars of oil, these people don't care about the value of your pipeline worth tens of thousands, and no matter the delay in production..."

Hearing this, Su Cheng raised his head and said, "Director Kang, the finance department will not pay. I donate a batch of recorders, blank tapes and cameras to the security department. Do you dare to accept them?"

"Why don't you dare to take it?" Kang Mingdong sat up and said worriedly: "Director Su, we have four teams now, so we need four recorders."

"I'll send it to you." Su Cheng didn't say much, and went out to call. The movements were so refreshing that it was surprising.

Sikong Jiajiu had never seen Su Cheng's style at school. He was surprised and very curious.

Her programmer classmate stretched his face and disagreed with Su Cheng's show of his appearance. He wanted to scold "nova" but did not dare - he was a cadre and there was a director of the security department sitting next to him.

In a short while, Director Yang sat in the factory with four tape recorders, four cameras and a box of blank tapes, and said, "Director Su, the machine was brought out from the warehouse, and the tape and film were bought in the store. This is the smallest tape recorder."

Sucheng bought a batch of electronic products and prepared them as a benefit for the New Year. The best ones include Japanese Sanyo's pocket-sized tape recorders and domestic friendship cameras. The former costs more than 340 yuan, while the latter costs 120 yuan. The difference is that the tape recorders are household appliances and the camera does not count.

The Japanese-made tape recorder is the best one you can buy during this period, only about two slaps. Kumming-dong had never seen it before, so he asked happily: "Is this for us?"

"That's right. Director Kang looked at the terms inside." Director Yang suddenly took out a piece of paper and said, "The ownership of the four recorders and cameras belongs to the Jinan Power Machine Factory, and we have the right to take them back. There are 100 blank tapes and 50 pieces of film, all of which are numbered. Wherever you use, you need to record them and cannot be used to private individuals."

This is naturally Sucheng's requirement. Although it is purchased by Dahua Industrial, Jinan Power Machinery Factory is his wholly-owned company and there will be no problem with public money. Then the two companies will settle the bill.

Kang Mingdong is not used to such terms, but since it is a request made by Director Yang rather than Su Cheng, he is not able to bargain.

After signing, four pocket tape recorders were held in their hands, Kang Mingdong smiled again on his face and said to Su Cheng: "When I was in the army, why didn't I meet someone like Director Su? I'm a model to support the army."

"This is a good thing for everyone. Oil rats disrupt the oil field economy and have an impact on us." Su Cheng said this and was the boss of the contracted oil field. The crude oil produced by private oil wells often cannot be sold at the market price. One big reason is that the black oil stolen. It is said to be stealing, but the amount is so large that it can fully meet the small refineries and chemical plants with many oil fields. If the price of black oil is low, the contracted oil wells cannot be sold at the regular price.

Kang Mingdong didn't understand why, so he replied twice, and hurriedly looked for a latch to try it out.

Su Cheng smiled lightly at Sikong Jia and left early.

The gas rat that night was the most unlucky.

The members of the security department holding a "pocket" recorder and camera were so excited that they were injected with gasoline. They jumped around the world. When they grabbed a fuel rat, they had to use the recorder.

The unorganized exercised gas rats can withstand so many people's happiness, and most of them speak obediently.

When he sent the person to the police station, Kang Mingdong's voice was much tougher.

Almost all of the 17 gas mice that were set off on the Internet on the sun were criminally detained. If the evidence is sufficient, it would be less likely to be sentenced to one or two years of labor camps.

The worst thing is that they have to bear the accompanying civil compensation.

In the next two weeks, the oil field was in pain and happiness.

As the interference of oil mice is less, hundreds of oil wells do not need to be stopped non-faultically, and the benefits of oil production plants are inevitably increased. However, conflicts and conflicts arising from various places have erupted, such as cutting wires and hindering construction, which often happens, making the upper layer of the oil field exhausted.

These are both family behaviors, but more so are gangs retaliated against by the prototype of the underworld.

As the Spring Festival is about to be celebrated, Lin Yonggui and the leaders of the Public Security Bureau are both nervous.

"Still and peaceful" is a hard indicator, but with the current noisy appearance of the fuel rats, it seems that they can't survive the Spring Festival.

Lin Yonggui could not tolerate his first battle being a mess. Seeing that the work of the security department was on track, he put huge pressure on the Public Security Bureau.

He is also the leader of the Dongying Municipal Government, and the director Zhang Xiong immediately felt the huge pressure!

He was suffering and felt that he was covered in dust and had a sloppy oil field. The oil field was larger than Dongying City. It was full of weed wasteland and wildly laid equipment oil pipes. If he didn't steal oil and just made trouble, there were too many ways.

When he saw the guard coming, he couldn't find it when he lowered his body. He looked for the right time, he dug the oil pipe and turned around and left, or threw a nail into the gearbox of the oil well. He did not get any benefits, but the oil field suffered a huge loss.

In this case, the temperature sensor is difficult to play a role. By the time the monitoring station discovers the temperature changes, the person who is doing the damage has run away - they don't need to spend time loading crude oil.

In addition, the fuel mice gradually figured out the secret of being caught and began to use the secondary pipeline as their main target. Although the total amount did not increase much, the effect brought by the temperature sensor of the main pipeline has almost reached its limit.

When Su Cheng went to the monitoring room, he saw Zhang Xiong complaining to Lin Yonggui: "The equipment of our Shengli Public Security Bureau is too poor. There are only 4 cars in total and they can't run fast. As long as someone's motorcycle is driven, we will catch it. In addition, insufficient police force is also a big problem. I mean, can you allocate a little oil field and subsidize us, get two off-road vehicles, and add 20 temporary workers."

Lin Yonggui pondered for a long time before saying, "You can temporarily borrow two of you cars and return them after the Spring Festival. The same is true for temporary workers. I can only make up for half a year at most."

"Secretary Lin, we can't attract others. We can drive them away in half a year." Zhang Xiong was big and thick, with a very short neck, but his speech was organized.

Lin Yonggui made an official voice: "You can apply to your superiors again, and the oil field will also be in trouble."

After saying this, he saw Su Cheng, and quickly waved to him and said, "Su Cheng, come, let me introduce it to you. This is Zhang Xiong from Shengli Public Security Bureau, and this is Su Cheng from Dahua Industrial..."

Lin Yonggui already regarded Sucheng as his direct descendant, so he would naturally introduce maintenance.

"In the oil field, Director Su's name is well-known." Zhang Xiong cooperated with a few greetings and asked for funds again.

Lin Yonggui simply said: "If I complete the funds for you, can the oilfield environment improve?"

"It must be better." Zhang Xiong didn't dare to make a guarantee, and whispered: "The current situation requires several major actions. Just a hundred people in our bureau are not easy to deal with. My idea is to ask the provincial department for support, let them make plans, and take time to conduct a special investigation."

Lin Yonggui refused to comment and said, "How long will it take to run off this?"

"This... is hard to say, it's better to mention it in the oil field. If someone from the Ministry of Petroleum or the Ministry of Public Security talks, it will of course be faster." Zhang Xiong looked at Lin Yonggui expectantly.

"I'll call the Ministry." Lin Yonggui didn't say the Ministry of Public Security. He has worked in the oil field all his life, and he is mostly a deputy. He doesn't know important figures in the Ministry of Public Security, so he naturally won't mention it.

Zhang Xiong sighed secretly. If it were just the Ministry of Petroleum to urge him, there would definitely be no news before the New Year.

At this moment, Su Cheng suddenly remembered the US dollars he exchanged in Beijing and took the initiative to say, "I know people from the Ministry of Public Security."
Chapter completed!