"Would you like to come to the Ministry of Petroleum?" The old man was stunned. After a while, he woke up and said repeatedly: "Student Sucheng, welcome, warmly welcome you to contribute to the construction of the motherland..."

The poor old man probably had been treated coldly for too long, and suddenly met an active student and danced with excitement.

Su Cheng smiled shyly and said, "I admire our Wang Jinxi's iron man spirit very much. I hope to become an oil man. I hope to work in the Ministry of Petroleum."

What an ideal young man! The old man believed it immediately.

There were too many young people who devoted themselves to idealism in the universities of this era. They were like scholars with fame and honor in ancient times. While receiving the greatest protection and care of the country, they also devoted themselves to the country with all their might.

The actions of disregarding reality and being innocent and childish were as normal as the pulse of China in 1987.

The old man patted Su Cheng on the shoulder heavily and said, "Being an oil man is the most proud thing in my life. When the oil workers roar, the earth will shake three times. To win glory for the country and to be proud of the country, I would rather live for 20 years less than to win the big oil field..."

The old man's roars were floating all over the room.

Liuzi looked at Su Cheng in surprise and admiration and said, "Oh, I didn't expect that you gave up the work of the State Council to go to the grassroots level. No, I must write an article to report it to you."

When Liu Bing heard the three words of the State Council, he also showed a surprised expression. Compared with the Zongli Yamen, the Ministry of Economic Affairs, which was about to be abolished, can indeed be called a grassroots level.

The young teacher who was responsible for student affairs next to him was also full of emotion and said, "Director Liu, you have found a treasure. Our Chinese Department's classmate Su Cheng is a famous talent in the school. The department has also mobilized him to stay at school."

Liu Bing smiled and showed a mouthful of yellow teeth, nodded repeatedly and said, "The solid and hardworking spirit is exactly what our Ministry of Petroleum needs the most. I encourage you to report it. When we return to the Ministry, we also want to report it."

Su Cheng was in an accident, and the Ministry of Foreign Affairs asked with deep meaning: "This classmate, how is your foreign language level?"

"Old Tang, you can't do this!" Liu Bing jumped up like a cat with his tail stepped on, blocked in front of Sucheng, and said, "We have already asked for this person. Teacher Wang, please register it."

At this time, he ignored the promotional issues and rushed to Su Cheng: "Don't pay attention to him, let me talk about the treatment of our Ministry of Petroleum first. You are a college student, and you have a house to live in. You are guaranteed to implement two bedrooms and one living room this year. When you get married, you can apply for three bedrooms and one living room. This is a number of ministries and commissions in Beijing. The canteen has enough food, and there is meat every meal. The rice and noodles added later do not need food coupons, so you can eat as much as you eat. My wife and I eat the ministries and commission canteen during the day and family canteen at night. Even cooking is saved. We have good food and save money. We sent things last Spring Festival last year, a big green fish and a big pig's leg, and drooling in the bus. In our Ministry of Petroleum, we can not only build the motherland, but also take care of the family's young family. In addition, if you have any questions in the future, just come to me, Lao Liu, and we can also speak with the minister."

The Ministry of Foreign Affairs' white shirt smiled and said, "Old Liu, who is not like this, this classmate, contacting work is a lifelong thing, don't worry, think more..."

"I decided to go to the Ministry of Petroleum." Su Cheng replied firmly. He was not a real talented man in Su. His only skill was what he learned in the oil school. The principle of rather being a chicken head than a phoenix tail is simple and obvious.

The old man was grateful and urged him to complete the preliminary procedures. Before leaving, he held Su Cheng's hand and kept shaking, saying, "Come to the Ministry of Petroleum and be an oil man, you won't be wrong."

Su Cheng smiled honestly.

On the way back, Zhu Kai from Northeast China said enviously: "Sucheng, you give up the State Council and the Ministry of Foreign Affairs and make the decision to go to the Ministry of Petroleum. It's so amazing. I don't have such courage."

"We should determine the position." Wang Ting suddenly made an opinion.

Liuzi slapped his thighs and grinned in pain, saying, "That's right, why did you forget it? Don't send it to the newspaper below them, you'll lose."

"Probably not."

"Whoever says this kind of thing is not afraid of ten thousand, but just afraid of it. If the Ministry of Petroleum becomes a state-owned enterprise, then the newspapers under it will be corporate newspapers..."

Su Kai listened to their discussion with a smile, but did not speak. Looking back a few days ago, the roommates who were also looking for a job had such happy troubles.

Not to mention CNPC, even if you go to a grassroots oil field to work as a blue-collar worker, you can’t find a way, and you sigh.

When he went back at noon, Liuzi insisted on writing his first journalist manuscript. Su Cheng accompanied Zhu Kai to revisit the campus with his literary heart. After dinner, he began to fall asleep in boredom.

The next morning, when Su Cheng woke up, the dormitory was empty.

College students of this era were very planned. Wang Ting insisted on running at 5:30 in the morning and went to the library three times a day, and it took several years to go on.

Su Cheng was also a handsome and hardworking student until he got heated above his knees.

Nowadays, he enjoys the treatment of a patient. He has food bought by his roommates in the morning, noon and evening, and there are thick pure literary magazines and foreign novels piled up around him. According to the standards of the 1980s, nearly a hundred books of "Harvest", "Flower City", and "Contemporary" alone are luxurious.

However, Su Cheng really lacked interest in literature. He flipped it around casually, sat on the bed, staring at the table tennis table downstairs and stared at the table tennis table downstairs.

There are more than 20 ball tables in two rows, and now there are only three pairs of people using them. Their back and forth are quite fierce. To be fair, their technical level is also quite good.

Su Cheng jumped out of bed with some itchy skills. Just as he was about to go out, the door opened first.

"May I ask, you are Sucheng." A man with a cadre-like appearance in a black leather bag stood on the porch, and it seemed that he didn't need his confirmation. He stopped and continued: "I am Xiao Xu, secretary of Secretary Su of the Municipal Party Committee. Secretary Su has something to let me bring to you."

Su Cheng hesitated and said "yes".

The man said with a blank face and straightforward words: "Secretary Su said, don't worry if you are happy."

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Chapter completed!