The news that Team 2 used hot water to shower caused a sensation in the entire factory.

Other workers from the oil production team also took the excuse to come to the two teams to get water. Who doesn’t like to take a comfortable hot bath after a busy day?

In Lao Wu's words: "The water pillar is more comfortable to hit on the flesh than to lie on a woman."

Dou Wanshan set up 6 stoves in one breath, but it was still not enough to supply 3 showers. Although he was so busy, he was so happy that he said to Su Cheng as if a child was having a New Year's Day: "We have not had such a glorious team for a long time. OK, well done."

Steam was rising in the shed, and Su Cheng smiled bitterly: "I originally thought that our team 2 would work at a time, and we would change the showers, and three showers were almost enough..."

"Didn't you see that people are giving way to our team 2? It's okay, they're squeezed back and forth, and everyone is happy." Dou Wanshan said, shook his head and said, "The 300-person bathhouse in the factory has a limited time and a bath ticket. When you go to the evening, the water is as small as urine. Old Shiguang saw that the bathhouse was big, and they felt comfortable to use. We work outside, hum..."

Su Cheng said helplessly: "I was thinking about how to make a more comfortable toilet. Now when I see, other teams won't come here to use it..."

"Can you get a toilet from the command center?" Dou Wanshan was excited and didn't listen to his second half. Who doesn't like good things? It's just limited by conditions.

If it weren't for the relationship between Director Liu and Lin Yonggui, Su Cheng would not be able to reimburse these hundreds of dollars. In this era, if the public did not pay, the private one would not be able to pay.

After thinking about it, Su Cheng whispered: "It's not difficult to get another toilet, but you have to listen to me."

"That's not simple. If we can make a good toilet, we will do whatever you ask us to do." Before Dou Wanshan could reply, Old Wu came out with a towel first, looking like a buffalo coming out of the bath.

Dou Wanshan was cautious and asked: "Xiao Su, what do you want us to do?"

"What you are nervous about is to make up a name. I named it Basic Five." Su Cheng introduced it and said: "I am considering writing a press release, publishing it in the newspaper, and then making our two teams a pilot project, so that a set of equipment will be put into a waste."

"It's still a college student thief. We can't compare to the bad water." Old Wu smiled and his back teeth were exposed, and he stabbed Dou Wanshan with his hands.

Captain Dou came from the struggle era. When he heard newspapers and press releases, he was a little scared and said, "Nothing will happen."

"Old Dou, what can happen? Look at the grandsons of the oil pipe factory? Last time I made some tofu blocks that save materials. When I met again, my nostrils were all over. This time it was our turn to report it." Lao Wu said, looking at Su Cheng with some concern: "Is this a mess of our affairs willing to publish them?"

"I'll try it." Su Cheng was not full of words either.

He is actually 70% to 80%. Nowadays, governments and enterprises and institutions both pay attention to the "knowledgeization and youthfulness" of cadres, so Peking University students who were a few years ago were promoted very quickly in their respective units. With such a relationship, without requiring front pages and time, it is extremely simple to publish an article. Sixth son who just arrived at the workplace might be able to do it.

As long as there is a report, I will turn around and look for Lin Yonggui, and it will be easy to talk.

Su Cheng returned to his room, took out a few old newspapers, and imitated them according to the other person's newsletter.

If you want to say that these Chinese knowledge are still stored in his memory, how to combine them is completely blind.

Su Chengsheng wrote a few hundred words of articles all night, and finally he was more satisfied with the version. He thought with lingering fear: Fortunately, he did not stay in the ministry as secretary, otherwise he would not want to sleep anymore.

He wrote another letter, and along with the newsletter, he sent it to Liuzi, asking him to help find several senior brothers and publish them.

In the next few days, Su Cheng will wait for news with peace of mind.

After waiting for a week, just as he was complaining about the efficiency of postal service, Xiao Hei led a jeep and rushed into the well station, and ran and shouted, "There is someone coming to Beijing."

In oil fields, Beijing is a very symbolic word.

When Su Cheng sucked his cloth shoes out of the room, Captain Dou, Lao Wu and others were all waiting in the open space.

"Captain Dou, you were on the evening shift yesterday, why are you getting up now?" Su Cheng's face was full of strangeness.

"You are not your boy, there are people coming to Kyoto." Dou Wanshan glared at Su Cheng fiercely, but moved a moment, protecting him behind him.

In the past few years, Beijingers came to the oil field, and there were mixed things, but in Dou Wanshan's impression, good things are far away, but bad things are always close.

Su Cheng was stunned for a moment, looked at Dou Wanshan's wide back and said, "Captain, it's okay, the little man behind is my classmate."

Dou Wanshan smiled honestly, gave up Su Cheng, and whispered: "Be careful to speak."

Su Cheng smiled helplessly.

Liuzi, wearing cadre uniforms, greeted the people around him, jogged over, hugged Su Cheng, patted him heavily, and said, "You guy, you ran to the oil field without saying a word, really."

He suddenly let go of Su Cheng, put his finger on his nose and sniffed, frowned.

"I haven't smelled the engine oil and the original smell before." Su Cheng laughed loudly. He was in a good mood to meet an old friend in a foreign land.

Liuzi's nose was a little sour, and he said with red eyes: "Didn't you say... Oh, how could you come to the oil production team in the oil field?"

"When we were in school, we often said that we should build borders for the motherland and oil fields for the motherland? I am now building oil fields." Su Cheng said in a teasing tone: "How come you came here? Could it be that you took the opportunity to travel."

"You started talking nonsense again." Liuzi smiled and pointed to the middle-aged man with a national-shaped face coming from behind, introducing: "This is Peng Jian, deputy editor-in-chief of Youth Reference. We came for your press release."

"Hello, Editor-in-Chief Peng." Su Cheng was slightly surprised.

Although "Youth Reference" is a sub-blog of "China Youth Daily", it is based on the founding spirit of "leaving a reference message for young people" and is a national newspaper for the market.

This has exceeded Siucheng's expectations.

While Peng Jian shook hands with Su Cheng, he was also looking at him and said, "I accidentally saw your newsletter, which was written very simple and realistic, so I wanted to come here to see it. Peking University students are a very good topic in the oil field."

Simplicity and truth from the mouth of the writers can only be regarded as a tactful description. Su Cheng Daxiong said, "There are still many college students at the grassroots level."

Peng Jian looked at him with great interest and asked, "It's not a shock. Do you know which Peking University student took the initiative to go to the grassroots level?"

"I have a classmate from Hubei who seems to have returned to his hometown." Su Cheng remembered his experience during the graduation season.

Peng Jian nodded and asked with a smile: "Then do you know, how many major national media have reported on your classmate?"

"How many?"

"A lot, I can't tell the specific numbers." Peng Jian suddenly laughed.

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Chapter completed!