Chapter Ninety-Four: Technical Means

  Su Cheng had heard of You Hao's great reputation since arriving at the oil field, but had never seen him before.

  Just then, Guo Dacheng was driving his car, and he followed him together.

  The scene was chaotic, with the damaged oil pipeline still leaking oil, which had accumulated into a black pool. More than a dozen oilfield workers were busy plugging the hole, their clothes soaked in crude oil that was slowly congealing in the sunlight.

  A private modified truck is parked on the side of Yautong, reloading leaked crude oil. This kind of oil is called "landed oil", which not only exists at the scene of pipeline leakage but also frequently appears at oil well sites, oil pipeline replacement sites and is the main raw material for local small refineries.

  Even if it's next to the oil refinery, the oil factory workers have no interest in these hundreds of barrels of crude oil. In the oil field, this is also an open secret. If oil is stolen or leaked, losses must be reported, and how much "landed oil" can be left over is hard to say. The weight difference between the two is a benefit of several hundred yuan per barrel, and now people are still simple-minded, so they just put it in the unit's small treasury, part of which is distributed as welfare to oil factory employees, and part of which is used by leaders with their signatures. After a few more years, it will become the leader's private small treasury. Then, when the oil price reaches tens or hundreds of dollars per barrel, even more people will go crazy and rush in.

  To say that, in Suzhou, we ate all eight major cuisines in ten days, and the credit goes to the fallen oil. Those first-class chefs and special-class chefs who were casually invited were paid with the leaders' private money.

  Guo Da cursed a few words and shouted in a loud voice: "How long will it take to fix?"

  "In 2 hours."

  "Hurry up." Guo Daren had no choice but to jump up and down on the ground to warm himself, and whispered to Su Cheng: "The oil thieves these days are getting more and more daring. In the past, they would just steal a little bit of oil from the oil wells, but now they're directly opening up the oil pipelines and loading it onto trucks one by one. The mess they leave behind can only be discovered when the pressure in the supply lines drops."

  Su Cheng's eyebrows also jumped in surprise.

  A truck of oil, at least five or six tons in weight. That's tens of thousands of yuan.

  He whispered: "Since they have a car, can't we check the car?"

  Guo Da hummed and said: "A nest of snakes and rats."

  Suzhou is very clear.

  Dongying was only recently established as a city, and at the beginning, there were only oil field workers and government officials in the city, as well as a self-sufficient police force. In the early years, the children of oil field workers were out of control, and officials and police not only found it difficult to carry out their work but also suffered from poverty, with no way to make a living except by relying on the oil fields for scraps.

  More and more outsiders came to Dongying. The number of people recruited by the Victory Oil Field gradually decreased, and the government and police were slightly better off. However, it was still inevitable to make money from the oil field.

  On the surface. When local governments want to repair roads, they look for oil fields; when local governments want to celebrate festivals, they look for oil fields; when police want to reimburse oil expenses, they look for oil fields.

  Privately, there are always some people who are willing to take risks and seek profits.

  In Suzhou, the impression is that oil theft has been going on for many years, until after 2000, when the State Council took the lead and carried out several rectification activities, it was only then that it subsided somewhat.

  Before this, it was just a matter of scale and how much loss there would be.

  After a while, the oil truck drove away. Qu Guodong walked over and said: "Director Su, sorry to make you run so far too. Shall we go back for lunch or change places?"

  "Just eat something casually." Su Cheng patted his belly and smiled: "Clearing the intestines and stomach is also good. By the way, Manager Qu, you just said that we have to wait for the oil pressure to drop before we can know if someone has stolen oil. Don't you guys have surveillance equipment installed?"

  "How can such a large oil field be monitored?" Guo Daren asked, his eyes lit up and he asked: "Director Su is a capable person, do you have any tricks?"

  Su Cheng jumped off the car and laughed: "Let me take a look first, where are your oil pipe equipment installed?"

  "Just in front of you, I'll show you." Qu Guoda smiled and ran ahead.

  Su Cheng took a glance and roughly understood the equipment near the oil storage pipe. He was much more familiar with pipeline transportation than oil extraction, and he had also studied very hard in school. In his impression, there were special devices installed on the oil storage pipelines of the Victory Oilfield - temperature sensors.

  This is specially used to deal with oil consumption and prevent oil leakage. Because the temperature inside and outside the oil pipe is different, if there is a leak in a certain place, the temperature sensor can clearly send out a signal. Its volume is only the size of a matchbox, it's cheap, and its reaction is sensitive, much better than the current mechanical detection method.

  After confirming that the oil factory's pipeline was unused, Su Cheng smiled and said: "I actually have an idea, but I haven't thought it through completely..."

  "Director Su, you've thought it through, but you must first provide for our Oil Extraction Plant 7, we're old friends after all, name your price...” Qu Guoda came from an era of material scarcity, he didn't believe in replacing equipment all at once.

  Su Cheng laughed and said: "Old Qi, you don't even know what it is, so let me just name a price?"

  "As long as it's something from Director Su, it's priceless." Qu Guoda counted on his fingers and said with unusual seriousness: "Look at what you've done, self-priming well, oil extraction machine, anti-bias grinding, and now there's even a sole proprietorship diesel engine factory. Ten years ago, that factory was booming. Director Su, you're not someone who wastes time, I believe in you."

  Su City was silent.

  Guo Guoda didn't let him go, pulling him along and saying: "While we have the time, let's give Secretary Lin a report and settle this matter once and for all. If you can resolve the oil leak issue, your merits will be boundless."

  "Let's just hope to minimize the losses, since it can't be resolved." Su Cheng waved his hand repeatedly. The matter of You Haozi was not a purely technical issue, but rather a social and political one, which was beyond his scope of handling.

  Guo Guoda continued to drag him onto the truck, and said, "Being able to reduce losses is even more severe than solving the oil thief. You don't know, now the oil thief steals 300 tons of oil, which can waste hundreds of tons, and delay pipeline transportation. More than a dozen people lie here repairing pipes for half a day, not to mention that many oil wells have to be shut down."

  Suzhou heard and got on the bus, thinking: You don't know how terrible it is yet. In the future, when there are offshore drilling platforms, oil thieves will pollute the entire sea area in order to steal 10 tons of oil. The economic losses caused will be hundreds of millions of yuan, not to mention the environmental losses...

  The two casually chatted as they got into the Fiat at the oil extraction plant one after another.

  This is a Fiat 126p, so small that it seems like you can lift it with one hand. But in this era, having a car of your own was already a rare thing. Not to mention an imported car. The Beijing Jeep from Suzhou could be the grandfather of this "little potato".

  Guo Guodong's driving skills are rough, with a lot of jerking and braking, making the car shake slightly.

  Su Cheng covered his forehead and said: "Old Qi, your driving skills are not good. Too bumpy. I didn't even have lunch before rushing over, now I'm going to get carsick."

  Guo Da said with a hint of embarrassment: "Isn't this because we didn't bring a driver? Let's just make do. We'll be there soon."

  "No way, no way. I'm too dizzy, let me drive."

  "You can drive, that's good." Guo Dacheng rarely let someone else drive either, so he quickly pulled over and yielded the position.

  Get on the car in Suzhou, start the fire, step on the accelerator.

  With just the sound of the engine roaring, it charged forward.

  The car model is like a big-headed shoe. It's as if its buttocks are all raised up.

  Guo Guoda grabbed the armrest with one hand, narrowly avoiding crashing into the glass. He was still laughing: "Just like the racing drivers on TV, that's how you drive, powerful! Director Su is a high-handed person."

  Su Cheng drove with a focused mind, undistracted and completely unaware of what Qu Guoda was saying.

  The car suddenly turned left, and when it was about to hit the roadside, it swerved sharply to the right, then again to the left...

  Guo's face turned white with fright.

  Su Cheng stared fiercely at the road, operating the steering wheel as if flying a kite. The small Fiat also flew around like a kite, almost filling the entire highway.

  Such a small car occupies the entire road, which is also very difficult.

  This is mainly because other cars give way to it.

  Guo Guoda only lasted for two minutes before he closed his eyes with all his might.

  He didn't dare call out, fearing that as soon as he opened his mouth, breakfast would spew out.

  It wasn't until the screeching sound of brakes accompanied by the smell of burnt rubber appeared that Qu Guoda stumbled out of the car, pushing a small tree to fertilize it while muttering to himself: I'm so idle, I drove too recklessly. If this weren't my car, I would have thought it was a wooden wheelbarrow.

  At this time, Su Cheng sighed behind him and said: "Old Qi, you've already learned to drive, how can you still get carsick? This body needs to be exercised, eating big fish and meat every day will easily make people weak."

  Guo Guodong let out a "huff".

  What was there to say, Su Cheng had already gone upstairs on his own.

  Guo Da took 10 minutes to catch his breath, and after going upstairs, he saw that Su Cheng was already waiting impatiently in front of Lin Yonggui's door.

  This made him slightly surprised, Su Cheng didn't go to report separately, making him feel good, although it wasn't a big deal.

  He saw him arrive, Su Cheng looked at him with disdain again and said: "Your carsickness is too severe, let's go, Secretary Lin's side should be free soon."

  Before the Spring Festival is the time for New Year's greetings, and there are not many people coming to report on their work. However, Lin Yonggui was still busy.

  The cancellation of the Petroleum Department is a foregone conclusion, and Bo Rong hopes to retire with full ministerial treatment, so he would rather leave his current position and go to the National People's Congress to enjoy his old age. Lin Yonggui only needs to take over the position of Secretary of the Oil Field, which will consume a lot of energy, and he also hopes to hold an important post within CNPC, which requires him to achieve results in both relationships and work.

  The Spring Festival of 1988 was really too bitter for high-ranking officials in the petroleum system.

  Su Cheng and Qu Guodong waited for a while before walking in.

  Lin Yonggui saw them and beckoned with his hand, smiling: "Old Qi, I heard that your No. 7 plant has leaked oil again, is it blocked?"

  "It's blocked." Qu Guoda wiped his mouth and scolded the oil lamp again.

  Lin Yonggui nodded and said, "Indeed too arrogant, now the whole country is like this, cutting electric wires to sell, cutting telephone lines to sell, in a mess. Hmm, you tell me what's going on."

  Su Cheng hadn't spoken yet, but Qu Guoda hastily said: "Director Su said he has a way to deal with the oil leak."

  Su Cheng couldn't help but roll her eyes and said, "It's just a technical solution."

  "Technical method? That's even better." Lin Yonggui of course knew that oil consumption was a social problem, but social problems are hard to solve. If technical methods can be used to solve it, even if it costs more money, it is still easier than solving the contradiction between oil and land.