Chapter 90 National Science and Technology Project

  Li Lin's expression changed to be wonderful and colorful.

  Since the country issued 100-yuan RMB, she had seen such a "big bill" only a few times. However, on the table in front of her, there were exactly 8 stacks, totaling 800 pieces, worth 80,000 yuan.

  When the monthly salary is less than 50 yuan, seeing so much money is a very strange feeling. Excitement, curiosity, unwillingness, regret, anger... all mixed together.

  The most excessive thing is that Su Cheng also took out 50 banknotes from a stack of cash and returned them to Wang Ting, saying: "Too much."

  Wang Ting pushed it away, saying: "You've already taken a big advantage, this is what the minister specifically instructed, and must be given to you."

  Li Lin's eyes followed those 50 bills as they were turned over and over - that was 5,000 yuan!

  Finally, Su Cheng put away 5,000 yuan together with another 750,000 yuan in the inner pocket of his clothes.

  Li Lin whispered: "Aren't you afraid of losing it?"

  "It's nothing." Su Cheng patted his pocket heavily and said, "At Tiananmen Square, there are still thieves who dare to steal from me."

  After Wang Tinghao hugged him, he said: "I have to go back quickly, the things I brought with me, hand them over to the finance department as soon as possible and you will be at ease. You also need to be careful, I'll send someone to see you off."

  After Su Cheng left, a young man in police uniform came over and accompanied him to the Beijing International Hotel without saying a word, until he locked the money in the safe deposit box before leaving.

  All the way, Li Lin was also silent.

  After everything was settled, she rarely let out a sigh and said: "Suddenly I feel it's not interesting at all. We went through so much trouble for 50 yuan, petitioning and sitting in protest, but in the end we still couldn't get it. And you guys, just took out tens of thousands of yuan with one grab."

  She raised her head and said: "I earned 5,000 yuan in 10 years. If I were given 10,000 yuan quickly, wouldn't that be equivalent to buying me for 20 years?"

  He said. Su Cheng awkwardly said: "After all, salary will rise."

  "Money too." Li Lin thought for a moment and asked: "That green military uniform, taking away 20,000 yuan, is going abroad to study?"

  The main force exchanging US dollars in the black market are overseas students. Every year when they go to school, the black market price of US dollars against RMB will rise above 7; every year when they graduate and come back, the black market price of US dollars will fall to below 6.

  In ordinary people's minds, those with large sums of US dollars are either overseas Chinese or foreign students.

  Su Cheng slightly shook his head and said, "They will be gone for just one month."

  "It's great to spend $20,000 a month." Li Lin gazed out of the window, but lost interest in talking.

  Su Cheng didn't know what to say. The 80s was a rough decade, belonging to rough people. If it were ten years later, Li Lin's maturity and charm might have been enough to support a company. But in an era where business grew savagely, women carrying bundles and squeezing onto trains were the main melody of this half-sky.

  But in another 10 years, can Li Lin still be so mature and elegant? It's hard to say, the most likely thing is that under the pressure of life, she will give up her pursuit of a beautiful life... Su Cheng quietly got up and gave her an independent space.

  After the New Year's Day, all units began to work normally. It was easy for Su Cheng to make an appointment with Ding Zhipeng, the director of the Physical Education Committee.

  At that time, the status of the body reform committee was higher than that of the later development and reform commission. In some people's eyes, it was not much different from the State Council. Also because it was a department-level unit, the director of the department here weighed heavily in an invisible way. A few years later, when the body reform committee was abolished, most of its officials were promoted to the State Council or ministries and commissions, and at least they were transferred to the development and reform commission.

  Director Ding Zhipeng of the Body Reform Committee is like a raging fire, while enterprises such as the soon-to-be-abolished Petroleum Department or Victory Oil Field are like beehive coal that is about to burn out, attracting completely different numbers of banquets.

  If it weren't for Ding Zhipeng personally leading the shareholding reform of Dahua Industry and bringing instructions from Suzhou leaders, he would not have accepted Suzhou's invitation.

  However, after meeting, Ding Zhipeng was quite enthusiastic. Whether it was the handshake or the expression of speech, it gave people a refreshing feeling like spring breeze.

  Su Cheng thought: This is probably the level of leadership. Let everyone feel valued.

  He pulled over Ho Chang and Chen Zunian to report the development of Dahua Industry to Ding Zhipeng, then made a request: "We want to get into national projects..."

  Ding Zhipeng responded with an "oh" and asked: "Which project?"

  He can influence many "plans", big ones like the National Spark Plan, the "863" plan, the Torch Plan, and smaller ones like the "Innovation Ability Project" and the "Science and Technology Support Project". Each project has special funding, with some having tens of millions and others having hundreds of billions, all decided by a single stroke of the pen.

  "National Science and Technology Program." Su Cheng didn't beat around the bush at all; everyone's time was precious.

  "Heart is not small." Ding Zhipeng glanced at Su Cheng and said, "Surface projects, I can approve now. Key projects, need to check qualifications."

  The general program is equivalent to the general project, with a large number of projects listed by the state every year, but with relatively little funding, averaging tens of millions per year. Key projects are different, often with their own independent special funds, and expenditures can reach tens or even hundreds of millions.

  Su Cheng originally thought that having a facade project was good enough, and according to the three-year funding plan, they could at least get 10 million yuan, and also borrow some money from the ministry and province. However, after listening to Ding Zhipeng's tone, Su Cheng's mind changed, pointing to Chen Zuonian: "Jinan Power Machinery Factory is also a large state-owned enterprise, we acquired it and plan to invest 200 million in reform, focusing on developing the country's urgently needed 190-liter diesel engine, which will definitely reach the leading level in China and strive for world-class. We are confident that within five years, we can occupy more than half of the domestic market."

  Chen Zunian was so excited that his eyes sparkled, and he thought to himself: If I really had 200 million, I would sell this old body of mine to Director Su. And if we could occupy more than half of the domestic market, what wouldn't I sell?

  Su Cheng's heart was also uncertain, unable to grasp Ding Zhipeng's thoughts. The 190-liter diesel engine of Jinan Diesel Engine Factory had been put on paper, which was a huge advantage. Compared with other domestic diesel engine factories that were struggling to survive, Jinan Power Machinery Factory was already at the leading level in China, but nowadays large state-owned enterprises liked to import expensive machines from abroad, and their own products had no sales channels.

  Ding Zhipeng didn't understand technology, but seeing Su Cheng's confidence, he said: "You dare to make a military order, I'll try to fight for it. However, first, you need to pass the expert review, and secondly, you need to achieve results. Dahua Industry is the leader's experimental field, where strange things can grow, but ultimately, useful things must be grown."

  "I'm making a military order." Su Cheng's reply was firm and resolute. Even if Dahua Enterprise couldn't provide the massive funds like Zhongshi Oil, with the exceptional efficiency of a private enterprise, they could still make it work - otherwise, their own ambitions would be nothing but a fantasy.

  With this idea, Su Cheng did not hesitate at all and his tone was surprisingly firm.

  Ding Zhipeng murmured "hmm" and raised his cup, clinking it against Su Cheng's.

  After dinner, Su Cheng sent Ding Zhi Peng out of the hotel, rubbed his belly and was ready to go back and eat his fill. When he reached the junction of the hall and the private room, he almost bumped into someone.

  "Sorry." Su Cheng dodged slightly.

  "It's nothing." The other person looked a bit familiar, carrying a briefcase. Before he was about to leave, he suddenly called out and said: "You're Su Cheng, right?"

  "Yes." Su Cheng turned around in confusion, took a closer look, and his expression changed slightly. This guy was actually the secretary of that cheap old man.

  Xu Secretary smiled as if he were an old acquaintance: "Still worried about recognizing the wrong person? Su Cheng, back to Beijing?"

  "Yes." Su Cheng was very reluctant to talk to him. Although he didn't have a personal feeling, but from the way Lao Ye had been acting since crossing over, he had enough reason to keep his distance.

  Xu Secretary let out an "oh" and now he also knew Su Cheng's identity. It just so happened that they bumped into each other, and he couldn't help but make small talk.

  The person next to him seemed to have just remembered and repeated: "You're Su Cheng?"

  Su Cheng raised her eyelids and saw a handsome guy with glasses who fit the characteristics of the era.

  "I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Hou Haiqing, I'm Su Zhen's boyfriend, and I work in the State Council. I've heard of you a long time ago, but never had the chance to meet you. Coincidentally, we're all gathering at the same time, let's come together for a drink." The handsome guy was dressed neatly, with shiny leather shoes, absolutely representing the high-rich-handsome guys of the 80s. Just by hearing his work unit, one could already sense that arrogant and domineering aura.

  A gathering of colleagues, isn't it a gathering of State Council officials. Thrown back two hundred years ago, they were just officials in the Grand Council, thrown back 400 years ago, they were proud and incomparable Hanlin academicians of the Imperial Cabinet, pride is normal.

  Su Cheng has been busy lately and didn't have the mind to think carefully, so he asked straightforwardly: "Who is Su Zhen?"

  The handsome boy's face suddenly fell.

  After 10 seconds of awkward silence, Su Cheng nodded at Secretary Xu and said, "Then I'll go first."

  When he reached the elevator, he suddenly slapped his forehead: "Su Zhen is Su Cheng's half-sister, but she seems to be in high school too, and her bright and upright boyfriend is already prepared?"

  Hou Hai Qingmu sent Su Cheng away, and it wasn't until then that a word burst out from between his teeth: "Su Zhen is your sister."

  Xu Secretary wiped the sweat from his face and said helplessly: "Don't be angry, Hou. This Su is a weirdo, let's just do our own thing."

  The two of them continued walking forward and happened to see Su Cheng walk into the elevator.

  Hou Haiqing stopped for a moment and said, "That elevator is for guests in the restaurant, right?"

  "It's probably someone we know." Secretary Xu had a keen eye and could see the words "Direct Access to Administration" but didn't say anything.

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