At this time, Su Cheng was in a small restaurant next to the square, worried about the full pot of noodles.

Xiao Hei was rude and digged half of his basin in a minute. He looked up and asked in surprise: "Why don't you eat it?"

“Too many.”

"The characteristic of this store is that it is sufficient quantity and tastes good. If you don't finish it, the boss will be unhappy." Xiao Hei pointed at the back with his chopsticks.

Su Cheng then looked at it and there was indeed a fat boss who hugged the thick and black boss lady and looked over hard.

"I'll give you half." Su Cheng said without saying a word and poured half of the basin into Xiao Hei's bowl.

Turning back, the fat boss and the thick and black boss lady had disappeared in the smoke, like the chef among immortals.

"You are here!" Shu Lan shouted crisply: "Su Cheng, I have worked so hard to find you."

Xiao Hei looked at Shu Lan's pink and pretty face, long black hair, and shiny big eyes, and said in admiration: "Mr. Su, you have a good relationship in Dong* Camp, and you still said you don't want to come..."

"What are you talking about?" In a crowded occasion, Shu Lan suddenly felt the freedom and generosity of a girl from a working family. After glaring at Xiao Hei hard, she asked Su Cheng strangely: "Why did he call you Su Gong? Aren't you in the oil production team?"

"The oil production team won't have any engineers?" Xiao Hei muttered, and walked away with his face under Shu Lan's sharp eyes.

Shu Lan sat down honestly and gasped, "I went to the library to find you, but you left first. I asked the people all the way and found them. I was so tired. Boss, give me a bowl of noodles!"

Su Cheng wanted to stop him, but the fat boss had already responded: "Okay!"

Shu Lan smiled, leaned against the back of the chair, and raised her proud peaks, and said, "My teacher is Liang Jianguo, who is from the Crafts Institute. He looked at the sketch you drew and thought it was very good, so he asked me to come to you. Eat quickly and let's go there later."

"It's time for him to get off work." Su Cheng didn't want to go, so there was no problem with the connection between the swelling, but he didn't know whether he should take it out.

Shu Lan just thought he was reserved and smiled and said, "We will go to the teacher's house later. The snacks made by the teacher's wife are delicious, so you can take advantage of it."

While speaking, a bowl of small basin-like noodles was brought up by the thick and black boss lady.

Su Cheng looked at the noodles he had not finished eating and whispered: "It is said that if you don't finish eating, the boss will be unhappy."

"It's okay, I can finish it." Shu Lan smiled shyly, waved her chopsticks and started to move.

In Su Cheng's surprised gaze, a bowl of noodles that was bigger than the little girl's belly disappeared out of thin air.

All that was left was Shu Lan's gentle smile.

In Liangjian's country, Sucheng was received friendly and friendly.

The vegetarian dim sum made by Mrs. Liang did taste very good, but after eating half a bowl of noodles, Su Cheng was unable to relieve it. However, Shu Lan ate three small snacks the size of a palm, as if no one else was around.

Su Cheng yelled in his heart: Don’t think I don’t know that you just ate a whole basin of noodles.

After the greetings, Liang Jianguo took out the drawings with a schematic diagram and smiled and said, "Xiao Su, what should you do with the coupling of your shaft sleeve? Let me tell you in detail."

"Actually, it's simple." Su Cheng hesitated for a moment, and then drew out the schematic diagram of the coupling of the swelling.

This is a simple gadget. It is said that it is valuable because once used, it can save millions of maintenance costs in the oil field every year. It is said that it is not valuable because it also has costs. To change the structure of the existing gearbox in the oil field, the factory that produces the reducer needs to change the production line, and replace tens of thousands of existing gearboxes in the oil field, as well as a comparable number of spare parts. This large investment of tens of millions at one time is an important decision for state-owned enterprises, and it is not something that Sucheng can do.

If you want to make money by relying on patent fees, Sucheng is afraid that he will have to wait for another 20 years and he will have good luck. Because at that time, God knew how many types of sleeve structures would appear. From the perspective of the user, of course, you should choose the one without patent fees.

However, Liang Jianguo only considered technology. While looking at Su Cheng’s drawings, he nodded and said, “Your drawing skills are very good. Did you go to our oil technical school?”

Large state-owned enterprises in the 1980s were like kingdoms, which could meet all the needs of life, old age, sickness and death. Extra-large state-owned enterprises like Shengli Oilfield cover a wider scale. They not only have their own oil technical schools, but also health schools and normal schools. Every year, they exchange some petroleum universities for exchanges from the Ministry of Petroleum every year, and almost all the education part is self-sufficient. Liang Jianguo's question is also a habit.

Su Cheng smiled and replied, "I'm self-taught."

Liang Jianguo looked at the drawings again and sighed: "I'm old."

Shu Lan said beside him, "Master, don't you look at his data?"

"How can you be so embarrassed?" Liang Jianguo said embarrassedly, but the desire in his expression was clear.

"It's okay." Su Cheng didn't say anything like patents. Which of the engineering courses he had studied was not a classic shape from later generations? What is the mere swelling connection?

He wrote the rotation in the figure: "The size of the coupling bolt is related to the permitted stress of the bolt..."

Liang Jianguo listened very seriously, asked a few questions from time to time, and made records on a red cover notebook.

Such expressions have always appeared on Liang Jianguo's students.

Shu Lan suddenly looked up at Su Cheng, looking at his thin cheeks... The latter seemed to have some senses, and when she turned her head, she quickly avoided it.

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