Chapter 97: Surveillance System (Voting for Monthly Tickets)

  Lin Yonggui plans to take about a year to focus on solving the problem of oil consumption. He doesn't want to encounter related questions in the upcoming restructuring.

  However, in the impression of Su City, the Victory Oil Field has never solved the problem of oil leakage.

  And before long, the thriving rats will gather fellow practitioners from all over the world with their hefty income, forming an organized oil theft syndicate. By then, the local police will be completely useless.

  However, Su Cheng was unclear about Lin Yonggui's fate.

  A team of up to 12 experts ultimately chose the digital temperature sensor DS18 from US company DALS Semiconductor.

  Under strong demand in the oil field, they decided to use a fully stainless steel shell packaging, with high thermal conductivity sealant filling, while ensuring waterproof and moisture-proof, guaranteeing the sensor's high sensitivity and extremely small temperature delay - matching it is that each costs $4.

  Qin and Hu Chenqiang, who coordinated this matter, together handed over the plan to Su Cheng.

  Su Cheng took a rough look and exclaimed, "One temperature sensor costs $4. The oil field needs more than 500,000 temperature sensors. Won't that be two or three million dollars?"

  The high-quality requirements of oil fields themselves have the meaning of being extravagant, and they are almost made with the best raw materials, so the price is naturally not cheap.

  Su Cheng thought to himself: If I take on this job, how should I handle it?

  The temperature sensor designed by the expert group far exceeded his expectations and was indeed expensive.

  Director Qin, the contact person of the expert group, said in a loud voice: "This is the price we purchased from the United States. We consider first buying 100,000 sets from the United States and installing them on the main oil pipelines to ensure that they do not freeze during winter."

  The frozen oil pipeline is likely to be scrapped, and the cost of many large pipelines is expensive, with tens of millions or even hundreds of millions being common, compared to which the loss of crude oil is nothing.

  $400,000 is nothing for a wealthy oil field. Su Cheng nodded and asked, "What about the rest?"

  Huan Chenqiang, a government official, said with a worried expression: "If we only purchase temperature sensor chips and have the casing and packaging done in China, we can save one-third of the cost. If we produce the temperature sensors ourselves, we can save another one-third. But we must strictly follow the timeline to complete it."

  He looked at Qin Shihui and said to Su Cheng: "I asked Secretary Lin for instructions, his original words were, things that are not easy to handle should be handed over to Su City. The remaining 600,000 tasks still need to ask Director Su to take care of them."

  Su Cheng furrowed his brow and didn't speak.

  "The thermal sealant is easy to handle, as long as it's made from chemical raw materials, we can definitely get the quota. The problem is with the stainless steel. Secretary Lin's intention is that if possible, we shouldn't use foreign exchange, but if necessary, we don't need to save on it either." Huang Chen emphasized Secretary Lin's name, as if to boost his confidence. He was under great pressure too - after all, he had managed to stand out from the ranks of government officials and take charge of this matter. If he couldn't succeed, his career would likely come to an end.

  Huāng Chén Qiáng has been very strong these days, not only serving Su City and others well, but also being extremely obedient to the experts. The logistics work is done very well.

  Qin Shiwai only focused on research, and when they mentioned the issue of money, he nodded slightly, turned his body, and left Su Cheng with a broad back view.

  Su Cheng wanted to pull him, stretched out his hand and then withdrew it, thinking: With Qin Shiwei's body, I'm afraid he would be pulled down. His researchers were so obedient, perhaps they were intimidated by violence. Maybe some researchers would even think of their childhood experiences of being bullied...

  Qin Shiwei, this kind of ultra-long and ultra-heavy volume researcher, is easy to make people feel unfair, just like a panda rushing into a pigsty.

  Xu Chenqiang cautiously looked at Su Cheng and asked: "Director Su, shall we make a run for the stainless steel first?"

  Su Cheng smiled lightly and said: "If you can get it, I won't go. To be honest, I don't know many people in the oil field."

  Xu Chenqiang smiled on his face, but thought in his heart: You know all big shots in the oil field, what else do you want.

  However, he also ran to the stainless steel with confidence and didn't mention it at this time. He just said: "Director Su, you are familiar with production, you must help out. Such a small thing is fully sealed, ordinary enterprises may not be able to do it."

  "If one household can't make it work, then splitting up is fine." Su Cheng was very familiar with this process, thought for a moment, and took out his phone book to start dialing.

  The phone was answered, and all Su Cheng heard was a loud laugh from the other end: "Jiabao, can your company do stamping? I have a batch of stainless steel here that needs to be made into matchbox-sized... no problem, that's good, it's for oilfield use, so just go with the market price... okay, that's settled..."

  Huān Chén Qiáng's face was stern, like an apprentice, standing behind Sū Chéng, not daring to take a step beyond the boundary.

  Although China's economy was in chaos at the end of the 1980s, and many state-owned enterprises took advantage of the situation to go bankrupt, those that survived still had various privileges. Although he got along well in the oil field organization, it was absolutely impossible to say that a phone call could finalize a contract, let alone specific specifications and parameters were unknown.

  With a "matchbox" size, the "market price" description has determined the processing task, and it requires a lot of trust and face.

  Huāng Chén Qiáng listened to Sū Chéng making a phone call, silently calculating the number of parts.

  After confirming the packaging and metal mold, Su Cheng finally hung up the phone and rubbed his slightly hot ears.

  "Director Su, if we split up and search house by house like this, won't we get mixed up?"

  "What's wrong? What does it mean?" This time Su Cheng was puzzled.

  "It's just, they don't match." Chou Chen Qiang lowered his voice and said: "When I went to the factory to take a look, I saw that when they produced parts for assembly, they had to compare them with each other. Some of the machine tools produced things that just couldn't be matched..."

  Although standard parts were invented 100 years ago, in the country and in most developing countries around the world, non-standard parts are still prevalent. Despite the technical difficulties, the main factor is to improve the pass rate.

  A workpiece has been machined twice, can it really be discarded?

  High-value-added products can be reworked if they are defective, but for low-value-added products, rework would greatly affect profits. For example, in township enterprises, it is often difficult to hire high-level technicians, and instead, a group of young workers do the work. Even many sons of factory workers disdain to go there, and most are farmers who have just left the land, this kind of "skilled worker" can pick up pliers as soon as they put down their hoes, even for simple parts processing, the error is still very large.

  State-owned enterprises are no better off, young workers always grow up in mistakes, and the children of factory workers have different sizes of parts for their own cars as soon as they start working.

  In reality, factories either choose to waste parts or spend time selecting matching ones. The good thing is that there are always small parts and large parts, which can be combined to work just fine, but the accuracy cannot be guaranteed anymore.

  Su Cheng had seen many matching factories, and most of them were in this situation. He chuckled twice and said: "The temperature sensor is too small, mainly because of the matching problem between the gasket and the shell... Let me take the drawings again to let them see if they can loosen it a bit. You hurry up to find materials, we strive to produce 1 million units before the end of the year, so that the Spring Festival will be better."

  Eunuch Chen Qiang nodded and hastily left without any hesitation.

  Suzhou went up to the experts' floor and found someone to make a request.

  The expert sneered and said, "With such precision, are you still making precision parts?"

  Su Cheng snorted and said, "The precision you're asking for is easy to achieve if one factory produces it all, but calculating the cost, it would be 110,000 yuan more than having several factories produce separately, and take twice as long. Do you think this extra 110,000 yuan is worth spending?"

  1.1 million instead of 1 million, indicating that they have done cost estimation.

  The expert immediately became embarrassed. The Victory Oil Field invited them to come, and they also spent money on it, with a 100,000-yuan hat that no one dared to wear.

  Then several professor-level figures didn't say much more and continued to be busy there.

  Su Cheng wandered around, feeling emotional. In the future, four well-known professors would charge 110,000 yuan for two days of work. At that time, factories would rather spend more on equipment to avoid paying high design fees.

  In comparison, professors nowadays are not as valuable as high-level workers.

  The innermost room in the corridor has a shoe rack at the door and is the computer room.

  Su Cheng thought for a moment and then walked in.

  Young people doing system work don't lift their heads, just staring at the screen. From the length of hair, there is also a girl behind.

  A professor with his hands behind him, like a chief examiner, glared at Su Cheng's leather shoes and waved his hand, signaling him to leave.

  Su Cheng just smiled and continued walking forward while paying attention to the computer screen of the individual.

  The professor was worried about disturbing the students and could only come down quietly.

  Su Cheng quickly scanned through it. He couldn't understand the code, so he went to look at the interface - as ugly as expected.

  Chinese software, let alone user awareness, is like a chaotic environment that doesn't consider users at all. When programmers finish a program, they think it's responsible to write a manual, and sometimes they just train one employee from the other party, regardless of whether they understand or not, that's just how it is.

  Su Cheng certainly can't let such a thing happen. The temperature monitoring system is for ordinary workers to use, and simplifying common functions to idiot-proof operation is a must, which is also the requirement of this software.

  However, the stupid operation in the eyes of programmers and ordinary people seems to have a clear distinction.

  Su Cheng didn't say much either, pulled over a piece of paper and started drawing on it.

  With just a few strokes, Su Cheng drew out the two surveillance interfaces she had seen.

  Later generations of oilfield monitoring equipment were very numerous, after automation, pressure temperature humidity speed flow and other parameters all need to be monitored. If it's complicated, you have to train employees specifically, which is not worth the cost. Therefore, the monitoring interface is simpler and simpler, with almost all graphical representations except for necessary numbers and text.

  Compared with the various charts they are doing now, the difficulty is different by ten million eight thousand miles.

  The professor had already patted Su Cheng's shoulder, but suddenly stared at him, his hand still resting on Su Cheng's shoulder without moving.

  Su Cheng pushed the paper down and placed it under the screen.

  The hands typing on the keyboard gradually slowed down.

  "If you want to choose to view the details, what should you do." The one who was doing the interface was that girl, her voice sounded very nice, but she didn't lift up her head, only a glimpse of her thick and long hair, as well as her round and shiny fingernails.

  Su Cheng circled twice with his pen and said, "Use a mouse."

  "With a mouse..." The girl's soft voice was like scratching on her belly.

  "Isn't a mouse supposed to enhance computer configuration?" The boy behind stood up in annoyance and said, "Besides, using the keyboard is more convenient than using a mouse."

  The next sentence made Su City speechless immediately.

  Perhaps for those who are used to the DOS system, the keyboard is indeed convenient, but learning all those commands from scratch is not worth it when you can use a mouse once and for all.

  Su Cheng had no interest in arguing and simply shrugged his shoulders, saying to the girl on the chair, "With this kind of interface, you still need to use a mouse."

  The girl closed her eyes, thought for a moment, and then stood up with a smile: "Indeed, this interface is well done, simple and easy to learn, and very clear."

  She is a petite girl with a melon-seed-shaped face, small nose, small mouth, and a slightly weak physique, but the willow-leaf eyebrow gives her a good feeling.

  Su Cheng looked down at her slender shoulders and suddenly had a slightly evil thought.

  He shook his head and smiled: "Just for reference, I actually don't know how to make interfaces, it's just from what I've seen outside."

  "Where did you get this from?" The professor asked seriously.

  "I forgot."

  "How can this be forgotten?"

  Su Cheng innocently turned his head and asked, "Why can't I?"

  The girl with a melon-seed-shaped face burst out laughing: "Professor, if someone doesn't want to say it, then we won't ask, okay?"

  "I don't know where it came from, so I won't use it." The professor grunted.

  Su Cheng pointed at the paper on the table and smiled: "It's just a simple diagram, what can't be used?"

  The other three boys came one after another. It's not quite accurate to call them boys, as one or two of them were obviously older, perhaps teaching assistants or graduate students. However, people who study computer science at this stage are generally younger.

  They picked up the diagrams one after another and their facial expressions changed from dissatisfaction to astonishment.

  Su Cheng didn't want to stay and answer questions, so he walked out while saying: "This monitoring system is for people who don't understand computers. You should consider how to let a worker who has never touched a computer before learn to use this monitoring system within 10 days. It's best if ordinary people can see the main situation at a glance."

  "What if there's an issue with the software? How can I handle the problem in 10 days?"

  Su Cheng waved his hand back and continued forward.

  As he was about to leave, a melon-seed-faced girl rushed up and asked at the door: "Are you an oilfield technician? How can I find you?"

  "My name is Su Cheng, and I work at Dahua Industry Co., Ltd. Most people should know that."

  "My name is Si Kong Jia." The voice was soft and clear.

  "Xī Kōng Jiā, a name that's easy to remember." Su Cheng smiled and went downstairs.

  In the computer room, a boy walked to the window with discontent and said, "I don't know where I saw a diagram, it's really..."

  "Others have seen it, doesn't that mean others have read more books?" The professor always emphasized the importance of self-education.

  Three boys didn't dare to talk back, so they crowded at the only window, speaking softly and comforting each other.

  The wound was licked until it felt pleasant, and Su Cheng's back appeared in front of the office building.

  The three immediately concentrated their hatred and stared at him with dead eyes.

  Until he got into a sleek sedan and drove away with a swagger.

  "He must have mistaken me for someone else."

  "Hmm, the lens isn't clean."

  "Keep writing the program."

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