Since Sucheng came to the oil field, he heard about the famous oil rat, but he had never seen it before.

Qu Guoda happened to be driving the car, so he went with him.

The scene was in a mess, and the damaged oil pipeline was still leaking oil, and the crude oil continued to gush into a black pond. More than a dozen oil field workers were busy repairing the holes, soaking the crude oil on their clothes, slowly scabbed in the sun.

A private modified truck was parked by the oil pond and reloaded the leaked crude oil. This oil is called "ground-based oil". It not only exists at the site of leakage of oil pipelines, but also often appears at the site of oil wells and oil pipeline replacement sites. It is the main raw material for small local refineries.

Even when the oil production plant is approaching, the oil plant workers are not interested in these hundreds of barrels of crude oil. In the oil field, this is a tacit trick. The loss is reported by stolen oil or oil leakage. It is hard to say how much "ground oil" can be left. The weight of the two is different. It is a benefit of a hundred yuan for false reporting. Nowadays, people are still simple and put in the unit's small treasury, and partly distributed to the oil production plant employees as welfare, and partly signed by the leader. In a few years, they will become private treasury signed by the leader. Then, when the oil price is tens or hundreds of dollars, more people will run into it crazy.

Speaking of which, if you eat all eight major cuisines in Sucheng in ten days, it will be rewarded with the ground-based oil. Those first-class chefs and special-class chefs who are invited will receive money from the leader’s small treasury.

Qu Guoda cursed for a few words and said at the top of his voice: "How long will it take to fix it?"

"Another 2 hours."

"Hurry up." Qu Guoda had no choice but to jump on the ground to drive away the cold, and whispered to Su Cheng: "The current oil rat is so crazy that it is gone. In the past, I just used to get some ground-based oil and steal a little from the oil well. Now it's amazing. I just open the oil pipeline and load it up one by one. The mess left behind will not be known until the oil supply pressure drops."

Su Cheng's brows also jumped when he heard this.

-<  >-Five or six tons weighs. That's thousands of dollars.

He asked in a low voice: "Since they have cars, can't they check the cars?"

Qu Guoda snorted and said, "A nest of snakes and rats."

Su Cheng knew it.

Dongying was only built a city a few years ago. At the beginning, there were only oil field workers and government officials in the city, as well as police officers with their own systems. In the early years, the oil field was so crazy that officials and police not only had difficulty in carrying out their work, but also had many poor people. If they didn’t look for oil fields to fight for autumn wind, it could be said that there was no oil or water at all.

Gradually, more people from other places came to Dongying. The number of workers recruited by Shengli Oilfield gradually decreased, and the government and police gradually improved. But it was inevitable to get money from the oilfield.

On the official side, local governments are going to build roads, looking for oil fields; local governments are going to celebrate festivals, looking for oil fields; police are going to reimburse oil costs, looking for oil fields.

Privately, there are always some people who are willing to take risks to make profits.

In Sucheng's impression, the gas rats were chaotic for many years. It was not until 2000 that the State Council took the lead and carried out several rectification activities, and it was not until a little calmed down.

Before that, it was just the size and the loss.

After a while, the fuel-collecting car drove away. Qu Guoda came over and said, "Director Su, I'm sorry, I told you to run so far. Should we go back for dinner or change places?"

"Eat something casually." Su Cheng patted his stomach and smiled: "It's good to clear the stomach for a day. By the way, Director Qu, you just said that you have to wait until the oil pressure drops before you know that someone steals oil. Don't you install a monitoring device?"

"How to monitor such a large oil field?" Qu Guoda said, his eyes lit up and asked, "Director Su is a capable person. Do you have any tricks?"

Su Cheng jumped out of the car and smiled and said, "Let me see first, where are your oil pipe equipment installed?"

"Just in front, I'll show you." Qu Guoda ran to the front with a smile.

Su Cheng only took a look and learned about the equipment near the oil storage pipe. He was much more familiar with pipeline storage and transportation than oil production, and he also studied very seriously in school. In his impression, the oil storage pipes in Shengli Oilfield were equipped with a very special equipment - a temperature sensor.

This is specially used to deal with oil mice and prevent oil leakage. Because oil //Shumilou's fastest text update - <  > - No ads //The temperature inside and outside the tube is different. If oil leaks in a certain place, the temperature sensor can clearly send a signal. Its size is only the size of a matchbox, it is cheaper, and it is sensitive to respond, which is much better than the current mechanical detection method.

After confirming that the pipeline of the oil production plant was not used, Su Cheng smiled and said, "I have an idea, but I haven't considered it completely..."

"Director Su, you have already decided, but you must use it for us in the 7th Oil Production Plant first. We are all old friends, so you can offer it at will..." Qu Guoda came from the era of shortage of materials, and he didn't believe in changing equipment together.

Su Cheng laughed and said, "Old Qu, you don't even know anything, just let me offer it?"

"As long as it is your Director Su's things, it will be a fortune." Qu Guoda said seriously by his fingers: "Look at what you do, self-blasting wells, oil pumps, and anti-friction grinding. There is also a wholly-owned diesel engine factory. 10 years ago, the factory was so powerful. Director Su, you are not a waste of time, I believe you."

Su Cheng was silent.

Qu Guoda did not let him go, but grabbed him and said, "When you have time, we will report to Secretary Lin and settle this matter. If you can solve the problem of the fuel rat, you will have great merit."

"It is impossible to solve it, at most it will not cause so much loss." Su Cheng waved his hands repeatedly. The matter of the oil mouse was not a pure technical problem at all, but social and political work, which was not within his scope of handling.

Qu Guoda continued to tow him in the car and said, "It can reduce losses, which is even better than solving fuel rats. You don't know that the current fuel rats can waste hundreds of tons of oil, and delay pipeline transportation. Not only do you think about the pipeline repairs for a long time, many oil wells will have to be stopped."

Su Cheng listened and got on the car, thinking: You don’t know how powerful it is. When you have an offshore drilling platform in the future, the fuel rat can pollute the entire sea area in order to steal 10 tons of oil. The economic losses caused are hundreds of millions of yuan, not to mention the environmental losses...

The two of them talked casually and went to Fiat of the oil production plant one after another.

This is a Fiat 126p, although it seems that it can be lifted with one hand. It is rare to have a car you have in this era. What's more, it is an imported car, the Beijing Jeep in Sucheng. It can be the grandfather of this "Little Potato".

Qu Guoda's talented driving skills are rough. He sometimes has the accelerator and brakes, and it shakes a little.

Su Cheng covered his forehead and said, "Old Qu, your skills are not good. It's too bad. No, I came here without even having lunch. I'm going to be sick now."

Qu Guoda said embarrassedly: "Isn't this a driver?" Let's just go. Let's arrive immediately."

"No, no. It's too dizzy, I'll drive it."

"You can drive, okay." Qu Guoda rarely lets go solo, so he quickly pulled over and gave up his seat.

Get in the car, fire and step on the accelerator.

He heard the engine "boom" and rushed forward.

The car model is like a big-headed shoe, as if its butt is raised.

Qu Guoda grabbed the side handle and almost didn't hit the glass. He laughed: "This is how the racers on TV drive, they are so energetic. Director Su is a master."

Su Cheng focused on driving without distraction, and had no idea what Qu Guoda was talking about.

The car suddenly turned left, and when it was on the verge of the shoulder, it turned to the right, and then to the left...

Qu Guoda's face turned pale in fright.

Su Cheng stared at the road fiercely, operating the steering wheel like flying a kite. The small Fiat was also flying around like a kite, almost all over the road.

It is not easy for such a small car to occupy the entire road.

This is mainly because other cars give way to it.

Qu Guoda only persisted for two minutes before closing his eyes hard.

He didn't dare to scream, for fear that breakfast would gush out when he opened his mouth.

It was not until the violent brake sound came along with the smell of rubber that Qu Guoda stumbled out of the car, pushing a small tree to fertilize, while saying to himself: I am still idle, I drive too hard. If this wasn't my car, I would have thought it was a wooden wheel.

At this time, Su Cheng sighed from behind and said, "Old Qu, you have learned to drive, why are you still sick? This body needs to be practiced. Every day, you can easily get sick."

Qu Guoda's "poof" mouthful.

What did you want to say? Su Cheng has already gone upstairs on his own.

Qu Guoda took 10 minutes to recover. After going upstairs, he saw that Su Cheng was already impatient to wait in front of Lin Yonggui's gate.

This surprised him a little. Su Cheng did not report alone, which made him feel very good, although it was not a big deal.

Seeing him arrive, Su Cheng looked at him again and said, "Your motion sickness is so bad. Let's go, Secretary Lin will probably have time soon."

Before the Spring Festival, there are times for New Year greetings, so not many people come to report on their work. However, Lin Yonggui is still busy.

The revocation of the Ministry of Petroleum is a foregone conclusion. Bo Rong hopes to retire with ministerial treatment, so he would rather leave his current position and go to the National People's Congress to retire. Lin Yonggui only needs to spend a lot of energy on his position as the secretary of the oilfield. He also hopes to hold an important position within PetroChina, which requires achievements in relations and work.

The Spring Festival in 1988 was too hard for senior officials in the oil system.

Su Cheng and Qu Guoda waited for a while before walking in.

When Lin Yonggui saw them, he waved his hand and smiled, "Old Qu, I heard that your factory 7 has leaked oil again, and it's blocked?"

"It's blocked." Qu Guoda wiped his mouth and scolded the rat again.

Lin Yonggui nodded and said, "It's really too arrogant. It's the case all over the country now. It's sold for cutting wires and selling for cutting phone wires. It's a mess. We need to treat these guys well this year. Well, what are you talking about?"

Before Su Cheng could speak, Qu Guoda rushed to say, "Director Su said there is a way to cure the gas rat."

Su Cheng rolled his eyes helplessly and said, "It's just a technical solution."

"Technical method? That's better." Lin Yonggui certainly knew that fuel rats were social problems, but social problems were difficult to solve. If they could be solved by technical methods, even if they spent a lot of money, it would be easier than solving conflicts in the oil area.
Chapter completed!