Chapter Fifty-Three: Full Allocation

  Due to Xinhua News Agency's influence, the mechanical factory officials who couldn't grasp the situation had a somewhat reverent yet distant attitude towards Su City.

  These are warriors who have come through the years of struggle, and it is natural for them to feel fear when facing the country's first media organization.

  It's just that the working class is very simple and unsophisticated, while the tech-savvy people are quite romantic, so the work in Suzhou won't be affected. The oil extraction machine production line has officially started operation, but due to avoiding embarrassment, there was no opening ceremony held, which also spared the leaders from trouble.

  On the other hand, Su Cheng didn't go to the oil field headquarters to visit Wei Kong either. Instead, he simply kicked Xiao Pang to G Province and let him figure out a way to bring back a few bottles of Chen Piao Tai or Yuan Jiang. With this hobby as a foundation, no matter what conclusion was reached above, his abandoned oil field would not be affected.

  Although seemingly unaffected, Su Cheng still bore considerable pressure, a kind of intangible and inexplicable pressure - if analyzed rationally, even if Su Cheng couldn't get the million dollars or part of it, he shouldn't have been questioned and suppressed.

  Anything can happen under heaven, who knows what's going on, especially when it comes to China, which is particularly strange. Surrounded by people's gossip, Su Cheng couldn't help but feel a little tired.

  This feeling became even more profound by Saturday.

  The alarm clock was ringing like it had been raped, "ding-dong", "ding-dong" non-stop.

  Su Cheng lay on the bed, but refused to press it even once.

  It's a pity to see that there are still seven and a half years before the five-day workweek. In other words, if he still wants to do some overtime in the next seven years, he will have to go to work six days a week for these seven years, be woken up by an alarm clock every day, and get up early every day.

  The alarm clock is like a perpetual motion machine.

  Suzhou's hatred is unbearable, so he kicks it off the bed and says quietly: Who dares to say that capitalist workers are exploited again, I'll spit a mouthful of saliva on his face.

  As soon as he stepped out of the door, the air was fresh with a hint of dust, which slightly improved Su Cheng's mood.

  As usual, he took out the key and was about to start the old Jeep, but Su Cheng suddenly thought: "The production line has started, I don't understand maintenance and quality control, what's the hurry to rush to the factory?"

  He simply dropped the key and rode a broken bicycle slowly to the Victory Oil School, for the reason of having breakfast.

  Going against the tide of workers commuting to work, Su Cheng finally felt that being a deputy factory director had some perks.

  On the road, people would occasionally greet each other.

  Those who are called "Director Su" are ordinary workers, those who are called "Little Su" are high-end literary and artistic workers, and those who are called "Deputy Director Su" are 2B workers, rarely seen in daily life.

  There are many more breakfast stalls near the oil school than near the machinery factory. The workers are older and either eat at home or in the company cafeteria, only students come to grab a quick bite and are relatively greedy, which gives rise to a large number of breakfast stalls.

  The food on the breakfast stall is diverse, with clean oil strips and soy milk, as well as tofu brain, pepper soup, cabbage soup and other soups.

  Looking at these things, Su Cheng from the 21st century couldn't help but let out a sigh.

  If the Mayans had compared China's food 30 years ago and now, they wouldn't need to calculate it, they would probably also list 2012 as doomsday.

  He ate his fill and indulged in wild fancies: if he only had to work five days a week, with safe and delicious breakfasts, 1987 wouldn't be so bad after all.

  Actually, for someone with $20,000, no era would be too bad.

  Park the bike and walk into school, seeing students coming and going, running and jumping, girls swinging with youthful vitality, boys being dirty and smelly...

  "Su City?" came Shu Lan's surprised tone from above.

  Soon after, Shulan, wearing a white coat, came running over. Behind her, the students' cheering voices could be faintly heard.

  "How did you end up coming to school?" Shu Lan's nose fluttered with excitement and a hint of shyness.

  Su Cheng rubbed his head, as if being reflected by the pure era, and smiled: "Walking and walking, it's already passed."

  For a young girl, this sentence that wasn't even romantic talk was already extremely hurtful. Shulan's cheeks instantly turned red.

  Her cheering team made even louder sounds.

  Standing there is not a solution. Su Cheng looked at him and smiled: "Take me on a tour of your school, isn't Liang Shifu still your instructor?"

  "Master Liang will come later, I'll take you to see the lab." Shulan didn't care about class anymore, and walked towards the back of the teaching building with her head down.

  Passing through a clump of small trees, the students behind could no longer be seen. Su Cheng naturally took hold of Shu Lan's small hand.

  The latter was startled and hastily said: "This is a school, after all."

  "What's there to be afraid of?" Su Cheng chuckled, but his hand still let go.

  It's all about the 1980s school, and he doesn't want to implicate Shulan in being penalized.

  However, just as their hands parted, a male teacher emerged from the other end of the flower cluster, staring at Shu Lan and Su Cheng with a shocked expression. His finger trembled as he pointed at them, saying: "You two, you two are actually in a romantic relationship."

  Su Cheng's face suddenly turned black: I'm over 20 years old, if I don't fall in love, the human race will become extinct.

  Shulan was so scared that she jumped behind Su Cheng's back, and her eyes immediately turned red.

  It's okay to talk to boys, but if you get caught holding hands by a teacher, that's trouble.

  Su Cheng obviously understood her mind and said sternly: "We are not in a puppy love."

  "You're holding hands."

  "There was a water ditch just now, I'm worried about falling." Su Cheng pointed at the trace of water on the ground.

  The male teacher's chest heaved up and down, his face looking unpleasant as he said: "Don't try to talk your way out of this, Shu Lan. You, come with me to the administration office."

  He saw him recognize Shulan, and Su Cheng couldn't escape either, so he had no choice but to follow.

  The so-called teaching affairs office is still a large classroom, with at least 20 teachers sitting inside, each with a writing desk for office work.

  The male teacher took Su Cheng and Shu Lan to the director's office and began to recount his great discovery.

  Su Cheng looked around bored and whispered comfortingly to Shu Lan: "It's okay, aren't we just helping each other out?"

  Shulan, who was worried just now, couldn't help but curve up the corners of her mouth.

  Criticisms came one after another, and the instructor also asked in a low voice: "Which unit are you from?"

  "Mechanical factory."

  "Worker or cadre?" The male teacher looked at Su Cheng with disdain. In '87, it was a time when teachers' treatment was being elevated, and the income of factory-run school teachers far exceeded that of workers and municipal and county school teachers, giving them a strong sense of superiority.

  Su Cheng shrugged and took out his work permit.

  The instructor looked at him and saw that he was the deputy factory director. His expression changed instantly, and he delayed saying: "Su Cheng, I seem to have heard of it somewhere."

  The male teacher was still talking incessantly when the phone in the office suddenly rang.

  A young teacher received a phone call, listened for a while, then raised his head and shouted loudly: "Director Lü, the principal wants us to find a deputy director of a machinery factory named Su Cheng. Someone saw him coming to our school."

  "Oh... Oh? Suzhou?"

  "Yes."

  Lü Director gave Su Cheng a strange look and turned to answer the phone, leaving Su Cheng and that male teacher staring at each other in an awkward silence.

  Shulan also deviated from the thrilling plot, unconsciously getting closer to some Su City. In her opinion, such a capable Su City must be able to solve the big things in school.

  Director Lü spoke on the phone for a while, then hastily left. Su Cheng simply pulled over a chair and sat down, wondering who was in such a hurry to find him.

  The male teacher heard that he was the deputy factory director and quietly shut his mouth, waiting for things to develop.

  Not making him wait too long, the sound of car tires screeching came from outside.

  Looking out of the window, three cars can be seen parked under the teaching building. From the photos, it can be seen that they are all oil field's own cars.

  Several men carrying briefcases quickly rushed into the teaching building, and the principal and other welcoming officials could only follow closely behind.

  The office door was opened with a "bang".

  Shulan slightly shook her shoulders and continued to hide behind Su Cheng.

  "Director Su, hello." The speaker was a rather fashionable man. He had a big pompadour, his hair gleaming with hair oil, and his broad palm grasped Su's hand tightly as he shook it, saying: "I'm Ding Zhipeng from the System Reform Commission. I've come this time on the central government's authority to pay you 1.29 million US dollars in patent fees."

  Before the State Council reform in 1998, the Body Reform Committee was a more powerful department than the Development and Reform Commission. This term, combined with "Central" and "$1.29 million", immediately knocked down all people within a radius of 15 meters.

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