Chapter 665: The Onion Falls Apart

  Equipment procurement has always been a lucrative business.

  "Director Su, if it's about buying ships, three or five of them, I can make the decision. However, when it comes to buying engines, that's not possible. Even if we customs buy the engines, they're useless."

  Su Cheng blinked and quickly made a decision: "We can provide ships."

  "Are you guys an engine factory?"

  "We can ask the shipyard to work on our behalf and use our engines."

  "Now the shipyard is fully operational. However, as long as Director Su can get the ships, we will definitely make a purchase." Director Zhou chuckled and didn't take it further.

  "No problem." Su Cheng raised his glass again and said, "In a few months at most, we can get the ship out."

  This time it was Zhou Chu's turn to be curious, and as he clinked glasses, he asked: "How did you persuade the captain to use your engine?"

  "You said the shipyard is in short supply, then I think they must have an impulse to expand production."

  "Does Director Su have his heart in shipbuilding?"

  "That's not possible." Su Cheng waved his hand repeatedly, smiling: "I'm not very interested in building ships, but as long as the large and small shipyards are willing to expand, I think they will always need funds, right? I lend them money to expand their production, and they use our engines. Just like you said, they would have purchased them anyway."

  A speedboat costs tens of millions, and a large ship costs hundreds of millions or even billions. Everyone was shocked, thinking that Suzhou could invest in a large shipyard, and humbly said: "Director Su is really powerful. In this way, when your ship is built, give me a call, and I will let the office staff make a report. Our customs are updating equipment, and it is estimated that we will introduce dozens of ships in the next two years."

  Jin Hai | Guan is just a deputy department-level unit. Procuring equipment is naturally the top priority of the various heads. However, although he spoke as if it was agreed upon, he didn't actually say that they would buy Su Cheng's ship.

  However, this opening is already big enough, and the remaining work does not require Su Cheng to show up again.

  Su Cheng thanked him while holding back a smile. He naturally wasn't going to lend money to the large shipyard, but rather was preparing to lend money to small-scale shipyards. Those massive entities with circulating funds in the hundreds of millions weren't something he could shake up.

  Everyone was satisfied and went home.

  Take a short rest. Su Cheng and Wang Ting returned to the Victory Oil Field overnight. Wang Ting wanted to accompany the boss back, and Su Cheng also had to make various preparations before the festival.

  The next day, he started calling various parts factories early in the morning to ensure that production would not be suspended during the Spring Festival.

  Dahua Industrial's orders are too many. There is no doubt that they will continue to work overtime for production. Other accessory factories either continue to produce or prepare accessories in advance, and either way, they need to coordinate in advance. Every time he finishes a call, he always adds: "We got some citrus this year. I'll send a truck to you, let the workers taste the freshness."

  He's like Tian Jiabao, a big accessory factory. He'll add another sentence: "I just got a batch of confiscated imported belts and bags from customs, I'll have them delivered to you with the car."

  Compared with the production volume of parts factories, a car of citrus or a box of belts and bags is not worth mentioning, but the intention is very important.

  Su Cheng returned home and could smell the fragrance of meat wafting from the residential area.

  Workers have received high salaries for half a year, and their lives have greatly improved. Although 4-yuan-per-catty pork is expensive, people can still afford to buy some from time to time. The economic situation of state-owned enterprises can be seen from the prosperity of the vegetable market around the residential area.

  Su Cheng felt somewhat proud.

  In the era of Victory Machinery Factory, as a secondary unit, the machinery factory could only guarantee normal wages, and it was in his hands that bonuses and benefits increased greatly.

  In addition, the factory's continuous recruitment also solved many big problems for workers' families, and for them, this may be more important than pork.

  Su Cheng was feeling pleased with himself as he touched the key, when suddenly everything in front of him turned black.

  But Shu Lan was holding a fish, also triumphantly waving her hand, leaning forward with her waist, and laughing: "Su brother, do you still remember that inflatable joint you made?"

  "Of course I remember."

  "I've made a new renovation." Shulan pulled out a small drawing from behind her back and handed it to Su Cheng.

  Under the dim streetlights, Shulan's figure was even more prominent.

  Su Cheng looked away for a few seconds before refocusing on the blueprint, and after reviewing it, he said: "Not bad at all."

  "Although it's not as good as the design drawing of the oil extractor, but Teacher Liang praised me." Shu Lan raised her small fist and said: "I'm going to submit it to the Oil Field Magazine. For you."

  She handed the fish to Su Cheng and said, "Make sure to finish it, it's been fried a second time, it's even more fragrant."

  The ghost of Su City said, "Let's eat together."

  Shulan was taken aback for a moment, her eyes curved into a smile: "Okay."

  This time, it was Su Cheng's turn to hesitate.

  On this full moon night, should I transform and howl?

  She is still a girl after all.

  In the midst of struggling in Suzhou city, her hand was held.

  Shulan pulled him along, walking towards the house, Su Cheng's mood was still a bit tense.

  "It's right here, with the best view."

  "Hmm...huh?"

  "Aren't you saying we'd eat together? The moon is clearly visible from here." Shu Lan sat under the grape arbor in the family courtyard, pointing at the sky.

  Su Cheng sat down beside her and looked up at the round moon, which was indeed very beautiful.

  It's just slightly off from what I had hoped for.

  Shulan narrowed her eyes, picked up a piece of braised fish, and placed it at Su Cheng's mouth, saying: "Brother Su, eat."

  Su Cheng looked at Shu Lan and seriously picked up the braided fish.

  The moonlight pours down on the ground with purity.

  The holiday passed quickly.

  On New Year's Eve, Su Cheng and a group of factory leaders began to visit retired workers and those still working on the front lines.

  Dahua Industry offered five times the usual salary as Spring Festival overtime compensation to ensure continued production, this overtime pay is unique in all of China, except for workers with four generations under one roof or those with grandchildren, most workers voluntarily worked overtime, and the number was even more than the scheduled shift required.

  Although the economic return is rich, however. Still working outside on New Year's Eve. Always makes people less happy.

  Su City had prepared a sumptuous New Year's Eve dinner as much as possible, but it was still impossible to get everyone together. After all, the production line must be on duty as long as it is open. With the current output of Dahua Industry's three workshops, it is indeed unbearable to stop work and lose money.

  It wasn't until around 10 pm that Su Cheng finished his work for the Spring Festival and returned to his room, exhausted. He thought to himself: It's better this way. No need to think about it anymore.

  He shook his head again: damn it, I thought of it again.

  This was his first Spring Festival in the 1980s...

  As a single man, Spring Festival is both difficult and easy to get through.

  As long as I don't think about the people and things before crossing over, and don't think about the people and things after crossing over, it's easy to get by. But when the firecracker sounds from downstairs come, I couldn't help but think again.

  Wore a hood and slept for a night.

  The next day dawned. The full flavor of the year was almost squeezed in from outside the window.

  Su Cheng slowly got out of bed, made a pot of eight-treasure porridge for himself, and then marinated the beef. He was preparing to have a sumptuous steak for lunch that would be over-the-top.

  Open the refrigerator, and there is still "white snow ice brick" frozen on it. Guangming's square brick is like a snow cake, with an extremely good taste, which can be called a top-grade product among all snow cakes. Even after 20 years, it will be very difficult to buy such pure snow cake again.

  The scallions stored in the kitchen are also carefully selected. The pure-blooded Shandong scallions, with a total length of two-thirds being white stalks, and the color changing from white to pale green, weigh over 1 catty (about 0.5 kg) per single piece. This high standard is rarely seen in the domestic market later on - usually they are exported to Europe and the United States at a low price.

  On the first day of the Lunar New Year, no one would come to pay their respects. Su Cheng put eight-treasure porridge, ice bricks and scallions on the table, then turned on the TV, pressed play on the VCR, and inserted a tape.

  After a second's wait, lively music burst out:

  Chirp chirp chirp chirp chirp chirp

  I like?

  At the top of the screen, there were several brush-written characters that read "Recommended by the Central Children's Welfare Review Committee", and then a clear voice said "Ishu-ge!"

  Su Cheng let out a long sigh and sat cross-legged on the sofa, starting his own Spring Festival entertainment!

  The steak at lunch was very delicious, and Su Cheng ate it until dinner time.

  On the fifth day of the Lunar New Year, people started visiting each other to pay their respects.

  Su Cheng habitually received them, chatted with each person for a few minutes, then returned the gifts and sent them off. The entire factory was his, it made no sense to accept gifts from workers.

  In the afternoon, a farmer in his 40s appeared before Su Cheng.

  He asked people all the way here. The neighbor's old man conscientiously sent him to the door and asked, "Director Su, do you know him?"

  Su Cheng didn't speak up, while the other person's eyes widened in surprise and asked: "Director Su? Chengzi, you really became a director!"

  "Yes." Su Cheng smiled at the neighbor and said, "He's my uncle, I know him."

  At least in his memory, it was like this.

  The old man muttered a sentence "Laojia people" and took the gossip away.

  "Uncle, go ahead and I'll follow you to where I live." Su Cheng led the way beside him and asked: "How did you come? Was the road smooth?"

  "It's a great ride! In the past when I went out, it was always a stuffy train car with only one window per compartment. Now it's so much more comfortable."

  As they spoke, the two of them entered the room.

  The uncle carefully looked around the room, especially seriously at various electrical appliances, and finally took out a dry snuff bottle, rubbed it on his leg, stuffed tobacco leaves in while saying: "Chengzi, you really have money now."

  Su Cheng smiled slightly and lit a cigarette for him, saying: "Yes."

  "The electrical appliances you sent home, we've all seen them, they're even better than what Zhu Lao Cai bought for his son's wedding. Your little sister was worried about you and asked me to come take a look first." Table Uncle slowly puffed on his dry tobacco pipe and said: "Now that I see you really have money, I can rest assured. Ah, I heard you used to work in Beijing, how did you end up here?"

  Su Cheng continued to smile and didn't answer. He just said: "You've been out for a few days, I'll send a telegram home, so they won't worry."

  "It's all settled as soon as it started. No need to send a telegram, wasting money." Cousin Zhang waved his hand and said, "I just came to take a look, I'll leave this afternoon."

  "You'd better stay. I'll get someone to send a telegram, take a few days off and have some fun." Su Cheng didn't give him a choice, kept him there, then wrote a long telegram and read it out loud to his uncle.

  Although his uncle complained about wasting money, he saw him say it clearly and didn't insist anymore.

  After living for a few days, Su Cheng took him to play all over Dongying, and his uncle finally sighed deeply and said: "Chengzi, as long as you're fine, we can rest assured, don't worry about your mom, the folks in the countryside are taking care of her, besides, several of your cousins are at home, they have food and drink, do you know that?"

  Su Cheng murmured in agreement, but asked: "Now that we have enough food, do we have any money?"

  "In a year, I can save around 200-300 yuan. This time I came out, it was your mom who gave me the money. Usually at home, I don't spend much money, and what you've sent back in the past half year is enough to use..."

  "Are Lao Si and Lao Wu at home now?" Su Cheng recalled.

  Lao Si and Lao Wu are the sons of his maternal uncle. They are also his cousins from Suzhou, who attended high school but did not continue their studies.

  The uncle nodded.

  "Let Lao Wu come over."

  "Can you hire workers?" His uncle had actually wanted to speak up for a long time, but he just hadn't had the nerve.

  Su Cheng shrugged and said: "If he is willing to work as a laborer, then be a laborer. If he is willing to do business, then do business..."

  His career has taken off, although he insists on sticking to his main job, but so many opportunities to make money, giving up would be a pity, letting the brothers from his hometown run it is not a bad choice.

  At that time, township entrepreneurs who had graduated from elementary school were everywhere. What's more, my cousins had even attended high school. As for the so-called experience, it could be gained in just one year.

  His uncle looked down on doing business, holding Su Cheng's hand and saying: "Being a worker is good, having an urban household registration, if he dares to do business, I'll break his legs. Right, can we have an urban household registration?"

  "No problem." Su Cheng's Dahua Industrial Co., Ltd. has state-owned shares, so it also has indicators for rural-urban conversion. Apart from this, directly finding Zhang Xiong of the Oilfield Public Security Bureau and buying an indicator with money is not a big deal.

  The maternal uncle was so happy that he couldn't speak. At this time, the urban household registration is the most valuable, and whether or not to eat commodity grain is a clear red line. From the perspective of farmers, urban household registration simply represents a privileged class.

  He could no longer stay there, so he packed a bag and headed to the train station.

  Su Cheng tried his best to pack some food for him to eat on the train, and after buying the ticket, he said: "Don't worry, let Wu come out and see the world first, later Wu Si and Wu San will also have their chances."

  "Alright, alright, Chengzi you take care of things outside, we'll help take care of your mother, don't worry." Second Uncle Shu excitedly got on the green-skinned bus.

  Several days later, Lao Wu arrived at Dahua Industrial's family dormitory and found Su Cheng.

  He was a sturdy man like an iron tower, with muscles as hard as iron, completely different from the Su City memory. As soon as he met him, he shouted "brother" and hugged him tightly, almost suffocating Su City.

  Su Cheng was shocked and asked: "When did you become so strong?"

  "Every day eating dry rice, how can you not be strong." Old Five chuckled and said: "The donkey in the village, pushing a mill is still not as fast as me."

  Just as Su thought Old Five was being serious, with a solemn face but actually thinking that his once agile body had been consumed by muscles, Old Five suddenly winked and said: "Brother-in-law, don't think I'm just a laborer because my body is strong."

  "What your dad means is for you to hire workers, what do you think?"

  "I want to open a factory like Seventh Uncle's tofu factory, grinding tofu, making tofu skin and tofu brain." Old Five's answer was once again beyond Su Cheng's expectation.