The most common ones along the Bohai Bay are thick gravel and slime pieces of stone. Although you can’t feel the joy of running barefoot and sunbathing, the clean beaches and bright light still make you feel happy.

The workers hummed their brother and raised the drilling well from scratch. The roar of the drilling rig was like a sonata of a symphony orchestra, familiar and profound, accompanying them for a lifetime.

Although Song Zhijun is a professor in oil exploration, he rarely comes to the front-line exploration team. After the age of 40, even fewer people come. He stayed in the university by fighting hard, just to appear less.

It took two or three hours to get to Chengdao. Song Zhijun was not in a hurry to go back. He followed the exploration team leader Sha Mingyin. He first observed their work site and found that it was beyond blame. He asked: "If you can't find oil in your well, where will you go next? Is there a map?"

"What does it mean to not be able to find oil!" Sha Mingyan said dissatisfiedly. He worked at the exploration site all year round, and his voice was loud and penetrating. Several workers in front of him heard it.

The exploration team members are away all year round, and all kinds of singing come at once. A worker immediately replied: "Don't be afraid of slow exploration, but afraid of being correct. Don't be too anxious to find holes, just hurry if you are anxious!"

The pornographic jokes sung in dialect have a unique flavor, and Sha Mingyin also smiled. And she looked at Song Zhijun's lower body and smiled.

Song Zhijun was angry that he had been exposed to his scars. Fortunately, he was well-educated, so he forced himself to pick up the report, went to find his driver, and said, "Old Camel, let's go back."

"Let's wait." The old camel stuffed something in his mouth, and the chopsticks were still picking up the fish in the can.

At this time, the driver's status was higher than that of the professor. Song Zhijun said helplessly: "Then you eat quickly, let's go back and get it done."

The old camel snorted and said, "Don't look at the simple things in other people's food, they are delicious! The small restaurants you eat with are tasteless."

Song Zhijun couldn't hold his face and said, "I'm just a poor teacher, how can I compare to the boss of the oil field?"

Lao Tuo smiled strangely. Shengli Oilfield subsidized food and accommodation for these guest experts, so Song Zhijun naturally would not take them out to eat and drink.

"What did you eat?" Song Zhijun felt a little embarrassed and changed his mind.

"This is the lunch for other workers. I got one. Are you hungry? Go ahead and get it." The old camel asked a stone for Song Zhijun, pointing to the chopsticks on the table. He said, "Can canned salted fish, hot lard poured rice with soybean soy sauce, and a bowl of seaweed soup."

Only then did Song Zhijun notice that a single enamel jar was filled with seaweed soup...

To be honest, this meal doesn’t cost much, only canned salted fish and lard cost some money, soy sauce and seaweed are not worth much.

However, it smells good.

Song Zhijun touched his stomach and went to the kitchen to receive the meal silently. In the current situation, naturally I can't expect any big meal Su Cheng prepared for him.

When I entered the blue small board room, there were workers making food for themselves.

He scooped a portion of lard from the iron box, put it in the pot and heat it, poured it into the cold rice. Then mix it with soybean soy sauce, and the staple food is ready. The large iron pot of seaweed soup is placed on the floor. Also make a spoonful of it into the pot, pour it into the enamel tank after it is heated, and then take away his own portion of salted fish, and the meal will be done.

The smell of oily rice was wafting in the room.

Song Zhijun hesitated for a moment before smiling and asked, "Master, I came from outside. Is there any bowl for you?"

"There is under the table." The worker put the salted fish in his pocket, looked at him, and smiled, "Are you the quick-seller who is looking for holes?"

Song Zhijun smiled awkwardly, but asked: "Your lard should be put here and scooped it?"

"Um."

"Well, what should I do if I scooped it up?"

"You are asking this question well." The worker smiled in the tone commonly used by cultural people: "We asked at that time, and Director Su said something, and everyone understood."

"Which sentence?"

"Eat as much as you can, and eat as much as you can."

"Then your food is really good." Song Zhijun said with a smile. In 1988, China was undergoing a big price breakthrough. The country relaxed prices and tried its best to curb inflation, but it was ultimately unsuccessful. Therefore, this year, the banknotes depreciated at a rate of 25%, and it was a nationwide depreciation, which was much faster than the housing prices in later generations.

Although the government worked very hard to calm prices, it actually did not have much effect. Professors like Song Zhijun who received salary almost immediately felt the pressure of life.

If it were counted from 1986, his income was reduced by one third. Although he would not have no pork to eat, he would not have any chance to eat it without restraint except for the banquet.

When the worker left, he scooped himself a big spoonful of lard and melted it in the pot. Suddenly he thought: This small exploration team kitchen can actually serve food 24 hours a day. Whoever wants to eat can eat as much as he wants, it is really not easy.

A meal was made in just three or four minutes. When Song Zhijun took it out, he thought: If you eat the same thing every day, you will always get tired of it.

While thinking, he drank a sip of seaweed soup and secretly commented: The taste is light, and it is probably necessary to eat salted fish to taste delicious.

"careful!"

At some point, a pickup truck was parked at the door of the kitchen. Two young men shook their arms to unload the truck. Another worker came to help and transported the box into the house.

Song Zhijun stretched out his head and looked at: Canned yellow peaches.

This is a good thing!

A bottle costs 2 yuan, is it just for food?

Song Zhijun thought about it and laughed, thinking to himself: How is it possible? Now when I go to the hospital to see a patient, I only bring two bottles of canned yellow peaches.

"Bang!" After a worker had finished moving the goods, he lifted a wooden box on the spot, opened a bottle of canned yellow peaches, drank the sweet water inside on the spot, and said with a smile: "It's great, I'll work overtime today, so don't snatch anyone with me."

"You kid, you can drink all the cans. I'll give you overtime today and there will be no tomorrow."

"Yeah." The worker digged with his hands and ate the canned food. He said with a slight hint of his mouth: "It's a pity that Director Su is not from our exploration team. If he has this benefit every day, who will be in the office?"

"I heard that American blue-collar workers are like this? We are also blue-collar workers, right?"

"No, it's all blue." The worker grabbed his collar and smiled, "When I get the field subsidy in the past few months, I'll get a new bicycle, the kind that goes off-road."

Song Zhijun walked back to the table without saying a word and thought to himself: Sucheng is very good to workers. If he takes an exploration project from him, this guy probably won’t be reluctant to give up money. Then, we can get some outdoor subsidies.

In a blink of an eye, he was in a bad mood again: this guy obviously had money and was indiscriminately benefiting, but he didn't spend money on projects, which was not possible.

So, Song Zhijun hurriedly finished the meal and asked the driver to drive back.

When I arrived in Dongying, I found the Oilfield Administration and handed the report on it.

Many people are staring at the exploration of shallow sea oil fields.

The office received the report, but before it could be uploaded, three or four copies were leaked.

Song Zhijun's report was written professionally, but it did not prevent the leaders from reading the conclusions. It was precisely because his professional content was difficult to understand that the leaders believed his conclusions.

Deputy Secretary Liu is such a leader who likes professionalism. He took 2 minutes to finish the previous page 19, and then looked at the conclusion on page 20: "To sum up, from the perspective of petroleum geology and reservoir geochemistry... exploration should be selected in the southeast of the Bohai Bay, and scientific research projects should be launched first..."

Secretary Liu exclaimed: "Written well, it is necessary to provide such expert guidance so that our Shengli Oilfield can grow and grow. Isn't it funny to let a Chinese student do exploration? Well, you go and bring the official report."

He looked at the copy.

The secretary was prepared and took the report back in a few minutes.

Deputy Secretary Liu looked through it and saw that it was the same report. He stroked his pen and wrote below: It is very insightful and should be considered. He will be transferred to Secretary Lin.

However, he did not think that Song Zhijun had only been in the oil field for more than two days and had finished writing the report before going out. Without any field investigation, not even going to the library, and not even looking at the professional map of Shengli Oilfield, how did he make this professional report?

From the perspective of Song Zhijun’s academic master, the production of this seemingly professional report truly reflects his level. That is, using gorgeous professional vocabulary as arguments and whitewashing empty arguments.

Deputy Secretary Liu is not the first to talk, nor will he be the last one.

Even Lin Yonggui couldn't help but doubt this report and Secretary Liu's signature.

Fortunately, his character was firm, so he only sent a copy of the report. The purpose was to let Sucheng consider the exploration plan carefully.

Su Cheng's series of wonderful performances are more worthy of attention to than a report.

So Su Cheng read the report carefully and thought to himself: The content of this Song Zhijun is stable. If you need data, tables, and diagrams, the conclusion is all wrong. If you really believe him, you will be dying. There may be several small reservoirs in the southeastern sea, but with the shallow sea environment, it is estimated that you can still make less money after 15 years of mining.

The entire southeastern region of Bohai Bay, whether it is targeted exploration or aimless search, it will probably take one or two years, tens of millions of yuan or hundreds of millions of yuan of exploration costs...

Of course, by that time, Song Zhijun had already returned to his Petroleum University.

For it, finding an oil field is worth a lot of money. Not being able to find an oil field is just a small setback in the revolution... The most important thing is the project funding you can get.

Su Cheng shook his head, used a stapler to set the four corners of the report, and placed it under the corner of the table.

Just after finishing it, Sha Mingyin pushed the door and came in.

"Lao Sha, how about it?"

Sha Mingyin shook his head and said, "There is no oil produced, the ruler is in place, are you still hitting it?"

"Try another 500 meters, if it doesn't work, we'll change the place." Su Chengcheng's expression remained unchanged. He was very sure that Chengdao Oilfield was waiting for him not far away, and he only needed a few more attempts.

"No sweet words will be shaken." Su Cheng closed his eyes and recited silently. (To be continued)
Chapter completed!