Shengli Oilfield is in Beijing, so there are naturally many places that require public relations.

Deputy Director Wu Hong is already the top research expert in the oil field. In his hands, he has had the glorious experience of spending more than 100 million yuan in projects to Shengli Oilfield.

However, my family knows his own affairs, and there are too many yamen in Beijing and too deep. With his small body, it is good to be able to grasp the wall of the oil department. Other key ministries and commissions still require some oil field leaders to take action.

This time, his task was also not light, but he was a rare team leader, so there was no need to say that his mental tension was too nervous.

He didn't care about tidying up his clothes. Wu Hong took out two packs of Hongtashan from the box, reached out to it, and took out a box of 20 soft packs of Zhonghua cigarettes.

Before 1988, Chinese tobacco were all special tobacco. Apart from government channels, they were usually only available in foreign ship supply companies, friendship stores or overseas Chinese stores, and foreign exchange was used. If you were not here in Beijing, Wu Hong would not be willing to use it at all.

If Hongta Mountain is described as a grenade, China Smoke is a bag of **. Carrying it to attack cities and villages is a good idea.

Wu Hong waited for Su Cheng to answer the phone and immediately rushed out of the room, blocked the corridor and smiled: "Su Ke, are you back?"

"Director Wu?" Su Cheng raised his head and smiled, and still went to open his door.

Wu Hong took two steps at a time and rushed to Sucheng, smiling as if it was diamond-shaped, and said, "Is Su Ke busy? Let's talk to each other."

"You said." Su Cheng opened the door, his tone still kept people from thousands of miles away.

Wu Hong had long been used to covering someone's cold butt with a hot face, and consciously entered the room of Sucheng, but his smile turned into a resentful face, and sighed repeatedly: "Oh, Su Ke, when I see your room, I feel uncomfortable. If you want to say, you are the new Long March assaulter of our Shengli Oilfield and the person who is trying to win our face, you should live in such a good room. But, don't you think our oilfield is a deputy ministerial-level unit, my deputy director of the office can say a few words in the oilfield, but when you arrive in Beijing, hey, nothing is it."

As he said, he held up a cigarette and handed another one to Su Cheng like a friend, and said, "I don't know Guan Xiao until Beijing. To be honest, every time I come to Beijing, I try to go to the old leaders to do business. This time it's different..."

Su Cheng was upset by his sigh and said helplessly: "If you have anything to do, just tell me."

"Can you introduce a few friends from the press? If you can report on our oil field, it will be much easier to do things." Wu Hong's goal is certainly not a few young reporters, but there must be a start.

Su Cheng was amused and cried, saying, "Is there no report on our Shengli Oilfield? No matter what, it is known to everyone."

"You can't think so. No matter how big a company is, you have to show your face on the news from time to time, otherwise ordinary people will soon forget it. You must know that the way many leaders look at our Shengli Oilfield is the way of ordinary people."

Wu Hong explained a few simple words, which surprised Su Cheng.

This kind of thinking is already quite advanced.

At least in Sucheng's impression, even in the 21st century, it is difficult for China's big brands to develop this marketing awareness without strong competitors.

To a certain extent, Director Wu is at the forefront of the times.

Unfortunately, the leader values ​​his coordination ability. The so-called marketing strategy can only be used as a pastime after dinner.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Wu Hong took out Zhonghuayan with great sincerity.

Su Cheng's eyes suddenly lit up and he said curiously: "Now there is Chinese cigarette."

"Look at what you said, China cigarette is our national cigarette. Premier Zhou used it to entertain guests from all over the world." Wu Hong smiled bitterly: This master is also a great man, he will not show off his eagle until he sees a rabbit.

Seeing that Su Cheng was playing with the cigarette box, Wu Hong was motivated again and said what he had just asked.

Su Cheng actually didn't care, he just felt it was troublesome, so he said, "I do know only a few young reporters, all of them are my classmates. I've just graduated this year. If you are willing to meet, then meet. They happened to have a few classmate reunions in the evening and help them, they probably can't do it."

"See what you said, I'm just looking for a guide." Wu Hong felt that Su Cheng was modest. From his perspective, the background of the fat apprentice who appeared before was much stronger than that of ordinary oilfield leaders. With the spirit of the oil hotel, local department-level leaders could not live in the room where Su Cheng lived.

Su Cheng shrugged, stuffed the Chinese cigarette into his pocket, took out a peony, and smiled and said, "Director Wu, we two have changed cigarettes."

In later generations, a pack of peony costs three or four yuan, and a pack of forty yuan is also available. The better Chinese cigarette also has this price. There is no big problem with his exchange.

But in this era, Su Cheng's actions still scared Director Wu.

A grenade was enough to capture many positions. But he didn't understand how Sucheng was so generous.

In fact, no one can get $20,000 to buy a few dollars tobacco and alcohol.

In the afternoon, Su Cheng took Wu Hong to set off, found the agreed Runfa Restaurant and sat in, waiting for Liuzi and his group to meet.

Wu Hong saw that the hotel was adjacent to Chang'an Street and the decoration was elegant and exquisite, so he felt much more at ease. At the same time, he thought to himself: Su Cheng is indeed a smart person, and he is wise and tactful. That is to say, we have bowed our heads and opened our mouths, how can we find a few young reporters to handle the errands?

Soon, Liuzi came, Wang Ting came, and Zhu Kai came... They were all too young, as if they were a college classmate gathering in Sucheng.

Because I just graduated, there were many people coming. Some students from previous generations, who heard that Su Dazi, who had been in newspapers, came happily.

So, before Su Cheng had time to introduce Wu Hong, he fell into greeting classmates and coordinating the work of the private room.

Wu Hong sat in the corner listening to Liuzi and others chatting. Due to professional relations, at least four or five people were engaged in media-related work.

It was indeed a young reporter! - Wu Hong's face turned pale and red.

In the end, he admitted defeat and finally found a chance to pull Su Cheng's clothes: "Su Ke, next time there will be a slightly older heavyweight, I will introduce two of you to us. You young people are lively, so I won't get involved."

"Where do I know any heavyweights... Then I'll give you some."

Su Cheng sent Wu Hong to the door and heard someone shouting in front of him: "Su Caizi, I, Mr. Wang, are here."

"Wang Shuo!" Su Cheng smiled and waved his hand, turned to Wu Hong and said, "Director Wu, then let's come here first today, and I'll pick up someone."

Wu Hong stood there so angry that he hummed.

At this time, I heard the person next to me say, "I heard that Wang Shuo has entered the secretary class and is so busy that he has no time to go home. This time he actually came."

"He is writing poetry with Su Cheng, and he must come to meet him."

Wu Hong was not completely overwhelmed by anger. When he heard the secretary take a class from behind, he immediately asked, "Where did this classmate Wang Shuo go to?"

"Brother, you are so old, you are from the third term. Wang Shuo went to the State Council and was selected into the secretary class again. He has been in high spirits recently."

Wu Hong was so trembling: State Council Secretary Class!

Looking back, another yellow-faced man came in and hugged Su Cheng.

Wu Hong asked again by chance: "Who is this?"

"The last Niu Bi seems to have joined the Foreign Trade Department."

"Ministry of Foreign Affairs." Liuzi, who came to greet the classmates at the door, immediately corrected them.

Wu Hong didn't dare to take big shots anymore and asked respectfully: "I forgot to ask, you are..."

"My buddy is not from the Chinese department, right? My sixth son is now a young reporter in China Youth Daily."

"Hey, there are no young reporters in the big newspaper." Wu Hong was about to use his eloquence, but remembered that he had just chatted with Liuzi, who was misunderstood by him as the young reporter, and couldn't help but ask: "Where are the few people at your table working?"

Liuzi saw that he came with Su Cheng, so he introduced with a kind look: "Zhu Kai is in People's Literature, Wang Ting is in the Ministry of Public Security, Laomao People's Daily, Laobei is in Xinhua News Agency..."

Wu Hong began to feel heartache, and without saying a word, he moved to the table just now.

Su Cheng was also walking back at this time and asked strangely: "Director Wu, what's wrong?"

"Oh, I think it's okay to stay here at noon, so I'll stay here again. You young people are energetic, so it's okay to have some energetic energy." Wu Hong said as he lowered his voice and said apologetically: "I came out in a hurry and didn't bring much money. Remember to issue an invoice later. When you go back, I'll reimburse you for the entertainment expenses."

"That won't work."

As soon as Su Cheng finished speaking, someone called again: "Xiao Su, I heard that you came to Beijing. After asking the people, I realized that you were here. Why didn't you call me?"

The person who spoke was Director Liu of the Personnel Department, and the fat little legged who was responsible for guiding the way was followed.

Director Wu certainly knew Liu, who held the power of life and death, but he had never heard of him. Director Liu had a smile on his face.

Looking back at Su Cheng, who had a calm expression, Wu Hong suddenly had the urge to kneel on his knees.

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Chapter completed!