The New Long March Assaulter is an award founded by the Central Committee of the Communist Youth League. In terms of popularity, it is not high across the country.

However, looking at the oil system, there are only a few new Long March assaulters selected every year, and they are still an honor that can be written into the credit book. Most importantly, it is a unique award for young people. Ordinary workers get it, maybe just hanging on the wall at home, but young cadres like Sucheng get it, can be promoted as capital.

Without background and connections, it is difficult for Secretary Lin to get this honor to Su Cheng alone.

More importantly, Sucheng's reputation and achievements have met the standards of the Communist Youth League. Judging from the current situation of Shengli Oilfield, it is absolutely unreasonable to select the new Long March assaulter instead of the Sucheng.

Talking lies with your eyes open is a profound art. It has just been 8 years since the reform and opening up, and the Communist Youth League has not yet learned it.

After busy conducting the oil field commendation meeting for several days, Sucheng completed its first conference report in his life.

He reads the manuscripts he wrote very hard. But there is no way. Whether it is this era or in China in 20 years, whether it is honorable or reportable or not.

After three or five days of running around, Su Cheng had only had time to look at the production progress of the oil pump and was sent to the green train.

Fortunately, this time there is a sleeper.

There were two other related households in the same carriage who disappeared after getting on the bus. Another Long March assaulter, Wang Yun, was half lying on the bed, pinching the report in his hand, half reading and half memorizing.

Sucheng is a bit funny, but he can't help it. Seriousness is the characteristic of this era. Cynic geniuses are generally less than 6 years old.

The green cart looked like a crazy wild sheep, heading north.

"Brother Wang, come one?" Su Cheng took out a peony cigarette and handed it out.

Wang Yun, who was so depressed that he was in prison, finally showed a smile, took the cigarette carefully, sniffed it on his nose, and smiled: "Su Ke's conditions are really good."

"One person eats enough, the whole family will not be hungry." Su Cheng laughed and lit a cigarette for both of them.

Wang Yun put down the report in his hand and became obsessed with smog.

Su Cheng smoked his mouth and did not inhale it into his lungs. It was more like playing with cigarette rings and creating second-hand smoke.

Wang Yun opened his eyes and saw it, and said sadly: "You are too wasteful. Such a good cigarette..."

"I don't know how to smoke, I've been opening a box of bags for several days. I've only met someone to accompany me." Su Cheng shook and handed the remaining half of the cigarette to Wang Yun.

The latter hesitated for a moment, put it away, but there was a smile on his face. He was an ordinary worker, and he had a wife and children at home. A box of peony cigarettes would be enough to pay his salary for three or four days.

The relationship between handing in cigarettes quickly narrowed the distance between the two. Wang Yun is a mechanic and happened to be associated with Sucheng's oil pump. The two found a common topic, but they didn't feel that the time was too slow when they talked.

...

early morning.

The green car drove into Beijing Station.

After countless people jumped out of the car, they began to observe the capital of China with their exploratory eyes. Wang Yun was the same, and sighed while looking: "It is worthy of being the capital, it is amazing."

"Has Lao Wang been to Beijing?" Su Cheng walked out of the car with his small bag on his back and followed the team from Shengli Oilfield.

They had a total of 4 new Long March assaulters and 3 took them to the office. They finally had a business trip opportunity and were ready to travel.

"I haven't been here. I have been to Qingdao the farthest before. It was when I got married." Wang Yun sighed and suddenly remembered it and said with a smile: "Su Ke is studying at Peking University, so he is half a Beijinger. You are the tour guide who is determined!"

Su Cheng waved his hands repeatedly and was smiling. A familiar little fat man ran over and shouted as he ran: "Master! Master!"

Seeing that, I just wanted to accept my head and bow down. Everyone on the platform looked sideways.

"Huang Ping? Why are you here?" Su Cheng was quite surprised. Before leaving, he did write a letter to Xiaopang, but did not tell him the number of trains and arrival time. Speaking of which, he didn't know the arrival time at that time.

Xiaopang smiled so honest. While carrying a bag to Su Cheng, he bowed to the people around him and said with a smile: "Master is here in Beijing. If my disciple doesn't come to serve me, then what is that?"

"How do you know I'm here today?"

"I called your oil field and asked."

The team led the team was the deputy director of the Oilfield Office. This person who knew the confidentiality of the agency asked in surprise: "You can ask all of this."

"You must ask, I know, this is the master testing me." Xiaopang circled around Su Cheng, looking like he was in a happy knee, and asked again: "Master, how are you going to leave? I prepared a car and just sat down 8 people."

This time the deputy director answered faster: "Is there really a car? That's convenient, so we stay in the oil hotel."

"That's so convenient. The car is from the oil hotel." Xiaopang obviously used his ministry resources. In this year, the Ministry of Petroleum had only a few hundred people. Any clerk who came out represented millions of oil soldiers across the country. What is it that borrowing a car?

Su Cheng asked suspiciously: "What kind of car is it for 8 people?"

"Of course it's a van." Xiaopang seemed to be stopped.

When we arrived at the parking lot, it was indeed an ugly van.

In terms of car models, it is even older than the buses in Dong*ying. The Ministry of Petroleum does have power and money, but in terms of freedom, it is difficult to match the following.

As a result, the deputy director of the office who was a little weak just now raised his chest again. He usually sits on a jeep.

A few people drove to the oil hotel in dumbly. The deputy director took out a letter of introduction and checked in. Xiaopang also found the manager inside and whispered in the corner. The latter came to arrange the room in person.

When Su Cheng opened the door of his room, it was indeed a suite facing foreigners.

"Are you mistaken?" The deputy director was shocked.

The manager said with a smile: "You want one less standard room. I will make the decision and change Comrade Su Cheng into a suite."

In this way, there is no more money spent.

Xiaopang winked at Su Cheng and everyone quickly understood.

The deputy director was very careful and simply held a meeting in the living room of Sucheng's suite: "There are two days left for the commendation meeting, and everyone can move freely. But you must pay attention to discipline and personal safety. Remember to report the situation every night."

As he was talking, a waiter shouted: "Who is Su Cheng? There is a reporter from China Youth Daily who is looking for it."

The eyes of a group of people were all focused on Su Cheng.

"Hehe, maybe it's my classmate." Su Cheng's soles of his feet were oiled away.

Wang Yun sighed and said, "Look at Peking University, it is a dragon in the oil field and a local snake in Beijing."

Xiaopang always felt that there was something wrong with this sentence, so he watched him think hard.

The deputy director suddenly realized and slapped his thigh: "Yes!"

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Chapter completed!