Chapter One Hundred Ends Noisily

  Wang Ting received a call from Su City, heard that it was about the oil consumption meter, and readily agreed, saying: "The other day I heard colleagues from the Public Security Bureau mention this matter, I'll help you ask again."

  The next day, the provincial government sent someone to contact us for work, and their quick actions seemed more like they were being urged on rather than questioned.

  In Su Cheng's memory, Wang Tingyi was always a decisive and efficient person, but he didn't expect that after becoming a secretary, he remained the same.

  The power of the Provincial Department and the Oilfield Public Security Bureau is completely different. The latter has only a hundred or so people, while the former is an authority that can mobilize armed police.

  Because it was the time to use others, although only one deputy director came from the provincial government, the oil field still sent more than half of its team to welcome them, with Thin Honor as the main person. Zhang Xiong, who had been reprimanded, hid behind someone else's back and looked up at the leader at a 135-degree angle.

  Since the level is low, just hide behind. Zhang Xiong thought so, but another idea was haunting his mind: I am the director of the Oilfield Public Security Bureau, and the provincial leaders must call me to the front no matter what. At that time, I will stand out with a strong momentum, chest out and head held high, making them look up to me.

  Zhang Xiong waited and waited, only to see Deputy Director Cai laughing and smiling, but he didn't discuss business or call himself.

  Just as they were anxiously scratching their ears and cheeks, Deputy Director Cai finally asked: "There is one person in your oil field..."

  Zhang Xiong slowly tiptoed up with Vice Minister Cai's voice, his gaze also rose to 165 degrees, and he was anxious in his heart: Can't mention the name, just say the position, come on, you stutterer, speak...

  Under his eager gaze, Deputy Director Cai finally remembered: "There is a big Huá's Su Factory Director, Su Cheng Factory Director, is he here today?"

  Zhang Xiong had already prepared to move forward when he heard this. His heels heavily fell onto the ground, as if he had tripped and fallen while jumping over a small hurdle.

  Bao Rong didn't know the inside story. He let someone beside him go and shout at Su Cheng, then smiled and asked: "Does Director Cai also know our Su Cheng?"

  Tsai hesitated for a moment and said, "I've heard of it."

  He is not a person within the system and it's clear that he has never heard of it. Looking at Director Cai's expression, Bo Rong was only surprised for a moment.

  Zhang Xiong then remembered Su Cheng's words from yesterday and thought to himself: Su Cheng is not just acquainted with people in the public security department, he probably knows some powerful figures. It seems that this Director Su is indeed worth getting along with.

  Soon, Su Cheng arrived. Deputy Director Kang took the initiative to shake hands with him and then arranged for them to sit together, chatting casually.

  Zhang Xiong is anxious in the back.

  Finally, Su Cheng remembered him and said: "Director Kang, our Oil Field Bureau Chief Zhang Xiong is a hero who protects the oil field. For the upcoming Security Day, we will also ask the Provincial Hall to support our oil field and oil field public security bureau."

  He spoke as an oil field worker and others naturally echoed him.

  Kang asked: "Who is Zhang Xiong?"

  Zhang Xiong ran up with a big smile on his face, almost laughing out loud.

  Director Cai nodded and said: "I've read your report, yes, the oil theft problem is also a concern of the central government. Ensuring petroleum production is ensuring national foreign exchange earnings, as well as financial security. This is exactly what we public security personnel should do. The personnel and vehicles you requested, the provincial hall has already begun to allocate them. We will strive to carry out a major operation this month, next spring and summer, that... peak season."

  "Oil field production peak season."

  "Right, during the peak production season of the oil field. We will carry out another major operation then. Is there anything else required?"

  "That's enough, it's sufficient." Zhang Xiong had hoped for just one major action.

  Su Cheng glanced at Kang Mingdong.

  Long before the provincial hall people came, Su Cheng had already talked to Kang Mingdong about it.

  The latter hesitated slightly, stood up and said: "Director Cai, I am Kang Mingdong from the Oilfield Defense Office. We have recently organized a militia patrol exercise and would like to ask if the provincial office can allocate some equipment to us."

  The militia in the 1980s were armed, and some places even had anti-aircraft machine guns and mortars... These things are absolutely powerful, but they are not suitable for use.

  Su Cheng said beside him, "In order for the Security Department to play a bigger role, we need some small but practical weapons. Like batons, electric sticks, handcuffs, and anti-stabbing suits, they can definitely reduce the workload of the Public Security Bureau..."

  "Handcuffs are not enough, police batons and electric sticks. I'll get 100 pieces over here. That stab-proof vest, we only have a few." Director Cai agreed very readily, for him, these supplies were nothing.

  "If the oil field develops well, super-strong fibers and the like will soon drop in price, and we can also be fully equipped." Su Cheng said with a smile: "Director Cai, you say our provincial hall doesn't have many anti-stabbing suits, so let's donate 100 pieces."

  "That's great." Cai Ting laughed loudly, and was quite impressed with Su Cheng's cleverness.

  Once both sides reached an agreement, police from the provincial bureau and borrowed special police arrived at the oil field one after another. The oil thieves also knew that things were not going well, and they all retreated in disarray. However, with the provincial bureau taking action, their target was no longer just the oil thieves. They began searching for small chemical plants and small refineries everywhere, looking for evidence.

  A large number of oil thieves were arrested, dragged out from their homes. The troublemakers fell silent, and in fact, some people took the initiative to stand up and report their neighbors.

  Many people think that the story of 1983 is reappearing.

  This was what Lin Yonggui had hoped for. He and Director Cai remained in the conference hall, keeping an eye on the situation outside.

  If he can successfully reduce the losses caused by oil consumption, his position will be as stable as Mount Tai.

  Su Cheng sat in Qu Guoda's car, cruising around, wearing a brand new anti-stab vest. All the team members who charged today had this equipment, almost no one was equipped with firearms, but nearly everyone had a spring knife, and the anti-stab vest could greatly reduce injuries.

  As a truck full of suspects was taken away, Qu Guoda said with a sigh: "Director Su, you really have a smooth relationship with both the top and bottom. With this cleanup, our oil field will have a good New Year."

  "It has nothing to do with me, it's a decision from above." Su Cheng was just trying his best to make this happen. If they didn't do it now, the Provincial Department would still organize a large-scale operation soon, and the Ministry of Public Security would gradually shift from paying attention to directly intervening.

  Guo Guoda thought he was being modest, and turned to say: "Director Su, look, can you give us the oil pipeline for our No. 7 factory next? First install this monitoring equipment."

  "Then you need to send someone to cooperate, it's best to organize two more mine protection teams. Ten or so people per group, equipped with high-power walkie-talkies."

  "That's natural." The oil extraction plant was a deputy department-level organization, equivalent to an independent local factory, with money and people, and at this time also training basic militia.

  He agreed readily, so Su Cheng also agreed to it in one go. The small oil pipes were densely packed and stretched for countless kilometers, so it was normal to install a trial point within a certain range first.

  Guo Dacheng was overjoyed and thought: This year has started well, and the oil extraction task is going to be completed successfully.

  100,000 "matchboxes" were installed on the main pipeline, and then another 100,000. It's not necessarily enough for the oil pipelines of Factory No. 7 to use this new equipment. The earliest ones installed are definitely the most effective. In oil field terminology, saving one oil consumption meter is equivalent to drilling one more standard well. If Factory No. 7 has no oil consumption meters, it's equivalent to having several hundred more wells.

  He took aim at this window of opportunity. The oil field, which had just been rectified, was peaceful and the oil extraction plant would not be too contentious. However, even if some oil thieves were sentenced to severe punishment, there would still be oil thieves who escaped punishment, and after the incident blew over, they would revive again. By then, it would be too late to ask for a trial.

  The oil field was bustling all night.

  Next is the matter of punishment and trial.

  Due to the provincial government's intervention, the procuratorate acted extremely quickly. In order to speed up the process, they often handled multiple cases at once and imposed penalties, then let the parties involved provide evidence against each other.

  At this point, the usual friendship was put aside, and many oil theft crimes involved losses of tens of millions of yuan in state-owned assets. In this case, they may have earned only a few hundred thousand yuan. But for this, the replaced oil pipes, oil extraction equipment, and delayed time were all gone.

  In the past, it was difficult to convict oil thieves, and the police rarely investigated thoroughly. The sentence of an oil thief was calculated based on the amount of crude oil he stole, only if he was caught red-handed.

  However, in the collective big action, just mutual evidence of one item saved a lot of time. Kang Mingdong contributed his tape recorder and recorded the process of confession disk after disk.

  Often, the police would play the tape in the machine, and the accomplice's voice would come out, and the oil lamp would confess, and what he confessed was always more than his accomplices.

  They also rarely notice that when they start talking, the cassette on the other side is rolling and recording...

  Su Cheng supervised the companies under his banner while keeping an eye on the progress of the trial.

  Here, attention includes inquiry and on-site observation, as well as newspapers and magazines.

  It is clear that although the oil field has no interest in publicizing its own ugly affairs, the Ministry of Public Security and the Provincial Department do.

  By February, Wang Ting also arrived in Dongying from Beijing.

  He was accompanied by Ministerial Assistant Guo Jun, who inspected the oil field from head to toe and stayed for three days, finally announcing that the "Oil Field Rectification Action" was effective.

  By now Su Cheng knew that a peaceful and auspicious Spring Festival was definitely without any issues.

  However, not everyone can spend a peaceful and harmonious Spring Festival.

  The Jinshi factory lacked the atmosphere of the Spring Festival.

  Because factory director Du Lijun put all the circulating funds on the production line. He expected Su Cheng to take the initiative to buy the production line...

  However, all the news he found about oil fields were saying "oil consumption".

  Du Li crumpled up the newspaper and threw it into the trash can.

  "Director." The accountant's face was calm as he knocked and entered.

  "Huh?"

  "We've calculated it out, 17 yuan per person... if we don't sell the production line."

  "17!" Du Li Jun said with a tired expression: "Can't even add up to 20 yuan?"

  "Let's just forget about sending anything."

  "Are we going to get paid or not?" The accountant thought to himself: 10 yuan a day is really too little.

  Du Lijun took a deep breath and said, "How much did we send out last year?"

  "However...," said the accountant with a guilty conscience: "We were the Tianjin state-owned enterprise that gave out the most money last year."

  "What about this year? The one with the least amount of money?"

  The accountant didn't dare answer. Although he was sure that Jinshi General Factory wasn't the one paying the least, what's the difference? The workers would definitely curse their mothers.

  Du Li Jun looked at his expression and knew, after a painful silence, he stood up and said: "Like this, you go get some of the money for buying materials... make it 60, forget it, just make it 100."

  The accountant was shocked: "That's the loan money, Liu Hangchang explicitly stated that no loans can be made in the first half of this year. What if the materials rise in price after the Spring Festival..."

  "There are so many what-ifs, just go and do it. Rise, rise, rise, even if it's only a 20% increase." Du Lijun waved his hand in annoyance.