Large local state-owned enterprises were a very detached existence until the 1990s.

As long as the benefits are good and do not rely on local finance, there will basically be not too many "mother-in-law" and just handle the ministries and commissions in charge.

On this acre of three-quarters of Qiantang, Qianxiao, as well as six or seven state-owned enterprises including the Municipal Iron and Steel Plant and Industrial Steel Plant, are in this level.

However, there is still a power department in the local area that can stuck them, that is, the Power Bureau.

In the past few decades, domestic industrial electricity has never been enough.

After all, electricity cannot be stored. If the power generation load is built according to the peak demand power, it will be a waste of energy.

Therefore, for a long time, coastal metropolis with relatively strong industrial industries have set up a special dispatch office in the power supply bureau to coordinate the peak-shaving and valley-shaving work of enterprises.

For example, the oxygen generator factory has to go to work on Sunday and be adjusted to Monday. The steel plant's rest day is adjusted to Tuesday, the steam turbine factory is adjusted to Wednesday... and so on.

In this way, it is enough to design a power supply network based on six-sevenths of the actual load of industrial enterprises in the city. The industrial electricity used, which has no one started construction in Zhou RB, can be fully utilized.

Although the size of the oxygen generator factory is not among the top three in the city, it is the most powerful power-consuming user. Therefore, it is absolutely impossible to avoid the scheduling in the bureau and is also the focus of monitoring.

This is something you can understand by just recalling the electricity bill at home: the energy consumption of an air conditioner is much more than the others. (Of course, it refers to the season when air conditioners need to be turned on)

The oxygen generator is equivalent to an air conditioner that "needs to cool down tens of thousands of cubic meters of air to minus 200 degrees Celsius every day", which shows how amazing the electricity swallowing is.

Qian Yu not only needs to take vacations as required by the Power Bureau, but also listen to the Power Bureau at what time to get off work every day, and even can only start night shifts in some seasons.

Since he won a new order of 6 million US dollars in foreign exchange earnings for the country at the Canton Fair, Director Chen has worked very hard, but he has not forgotten this.

So when he was still in Yuezhou, he called his secretary in advance and took care of her to take the box of Maotai to Director Wu of the Electric Power Bureau.

At that time, Director Wu will be very proud and allow the factory to not have a holiday on Monday and can start work in three shifts.

...

It was under this situation that Wu Changming was so angry that he felt unbalanced by Gu Yong's Volga second generation.

Originally, the gift of a box of Moutai was not light.

But everything is unwilling to give up, and I am not able to do anything. It is very uncomfortable for those who are used to being domineering.

He clearly heard that the Gu family was crowded downstairs, and neighbors from several buildings went to see the diorama, and even the Volga Gaz-23 parked under the building was watched by the children of those cadres.

After waiting for nearly half an hour, Wu Changming stopped hearing the movement downstairs, and then he carried a bag of spicy chicken and pretended to go downstairs to remove the trash.

His wife was surprised and wanted to come and take over, but he pushed her away - all the housework usually is covered by his wife.

After dumping the garbage and going up the stairs, he pretended to accidentally find that the Gu family's door was not closed to death, so he went to find out the news.

He was not feeling uncomfortable, he just wanted to know how much money Chen Sicong made, so that he would be more targeted when he spoke next time.

"Oh, do you care about the master? I was busy in the house just now and was writing documents. I heard the sound of the car downstairs. Who would you think it was?" Wu Changming had a smile on his face and was not smiling.

After all, my father is technical, and he is a little worse in terms of human nature and worldly style. He didn't see the other party's hypocrisy, and he politely asked Gu Ao, who was beside him to come over and say hello and introduce him to each other.

"So it's Director Wu. You're so hard--Come on, Aoao, this is Director Wu of the Power Bureau, call Uncle Wu."

"This is my son, who is studying in college in Beijing, has just returned after he has something to do."

After Gu Ao moved in, he lived for a few days around the Spring Festival and then went to another place, so many neighbors didn't know him yet.

Wu Changming nodded slightly. Gu Yong's son was studying in the Diplomacy Academy in Beijing. He had known this for a long time, but he had never seen a real person.

There is nothing I can't help but know who made my father a little scheming in this regard and brag about everyone, which made the whole community know about it.

At this moment, Wu Changming was very surprised when he saw Gu Ao's appearance and dress, because the other party was too young.

"This... is definitely not even eighteen years old, right? Gu Yong often boasts that his son has gone abroad, which is not simple."

But Wu Changming is not here to lament this.

Out of politeness, my father invited him to sit down and advised him to eat some crispy roasted pigs and roast goose on the table. Wu Changming took the initiative to enter the house.

"Master Gu, are you going to the south? These are all Cantonese dishes." After taking a few bites, Wu Changming found that the taste was very authentic, much better than what he usually gave gifts.

My father was very proud and didn't realize the sense of crisis at all: "That's right, Canton Fair. The factory issued a big order, and Director Chen approved all the hospitality fees for everyone."

Wu Changming asked calmly: "Yeah, that must have made a lot of money, right?"

My father was about to brag, but Gu Ao understood foreign affairs discipline. He pulled his father's sleeve and then cut off the conversation:

"Director Wu, sorry, this is a state secret from the foreign affairs department. The specific amount cannot be said, anyway, it is at the level of millions of dollars."

"Million-dollar level!" Wu Changming felt a sense of enthusiasm.

Qiantang, these heavy industrial state-owned enterprises, have never paid more than US$1 million in annual foreign exchange earnings. After all, domestic heavy industrial equipment is not as competitive as Western countries.

Qiantang City can generate foreign exchange every year, but the total number of foreign exchange earnings in Qiantang City can be tens of millions of dollars, but the export of famous and high-quality specialties such as Longjing tea and brocade accounts for more than half. This is an era when agricultural local specialties are easier to export than industrial products. After all, only Chinese luxury specialties are available, and foreigners also have to show off and can only import them.

When I think of Chen Sicong's own remittance of millions of dollars, the hospitality fee will definitely be cut by tens of thousands of dollars, right? I want to work overtime and start work after giving myself a box of Moutai. It's so frustrating.

If he knew that he had actually intercepted 50,000 US dollars, he would have been furious to death.

It’s a pity that he has no conscience and doesn’t think about how he first lived in this community.

At that time, when the first batch of villa houses on Zhongshan Road came down, several major state-owned enterprises in the city dragged the number in line back and gave the number at the front to the power bureau. In fact, it was a tacit understanding. Everyone served Director Wu to eat, drink and live well.

...

How the Gu family has gained the envy of all their neighbors, let’s not say anything for now.

Let’s talk about the next day when he went to work, Chen Sicong received bad news about doing business.

He quickly called Wu Changming himself: "Director Wu, our factory has a very important export foreign exchange task. You can't help but die. There are too many orders at once, and you will definitely not be able to get out without working overtime.

We have already delayed the orders for Romania and North Korean comrades for an extra month, and we have to provide them with the Americans first. We are also completing the political achievements for the city."

Wu Changming's voice on the other end was in business and was tepid: "Director Chen, I know your difficulties very well - I haven't stuck with your electricity either, right?

At the beginning of the year, Director Mo of the Mayor's Office took the lead and convened everyone to hold a meeting. I promised that your load capacity would be more or less, right? Now you are temporarily going to eat in the bowl and look at the pot, and there is nothing you can do about it, brothers."

Wu Changming is still very good at being a human being, has some IQ, and knows that large-scale foreign exchange entrepreneurship tasks cannot be easily interfered. Therefore, at the industrial coordination meeting led by the municipal government at the beginning of the year, he must ensure that the load on the oxygen generator factory was promised. There must be no power outage during these shares, otherwise he would give people a message.

However, if he didn't temporarily approve Chen Sicong's new share, he wouldn't be wrong. Even if he delayed for a few months in the end, he could still say that he was following the process and was always running for Chen Sicong.

The word "drag" is the most hidden.

"You can ask Lao Bao and his factory to close two industrial furnaces! I drank with him last time, and they were not full in their orders this year." Chen Sicong was anxious and directly ordered the name of his brother's unit.

Lao Bao is the director of the city’s steel factory. If two electric furnaces for special steel are closed in the factory, it will be enough for the oxygen generator factory to start construction.

You can't say this indiscriminately, because it will definitely be spread by people and offend people. If it is passed into the ears of the director of the steel factory, Chen Sicong will be unfair to look at it.

This is because I was so anxious that I said so.

"Then I will study this matter again and help you coordinate it. Anyway, you can wait for my notification and I will tell you if I can start work." Wu Changming hung up the phone after making the last official voice.

"Mom Xipi!" Chen Sicong angrily threw the phone, "A box of Moutai can't be filled! The old guy's appetite is getting bigger and bigger! It's not use your electricity in vain, it's just helping to coordinate, and the electricity bill will be much more than you!"

After being angry, Chen Sicong remembered the treatment given to Gu Yong in the factory. It seemed that their family lived in the same community as Director Wu, and the conditions were no worse than that of him, the factory director.

"Gu Yong is too honest, so he will definitely not be able to handle such a thing. His son is smart. After all, he is engaged in diplomacy. He asked Gu Ao to go to his neighbor's house to find out the matter and see what Wu Changming wants." Chen Sicong thought to himself, so he called Gu Yong and asked about the situation first.

The first thing he asked was whether the Gu family had offended people when they were neighbors with Director Wu recently.

My father was not very sensitive in this regard and did not see Director Wu's jealousy at all. So he said with certainty that he did not, and even said that he was delicious and good at treating Director Wu.

Chen Sicong was too lazy to go into the deeper, so he gave the task.

"Let your son find an opportunity to talk to Wu Changming and see what he really wants. I will also ask Director Mo, the mayor's office, to put pressure on the exchange rate first. Production is extremely delayed, and overtime will be finalized in the next two days."

"Then I'll tell the boy when I get home from get off work..." My father was still struggling with work discipline.

"No need to wait for the time to get off work - you go find your son now!" Chen Sicong was angry and funny.

"Yes, yes." The father quickly packed up, went downstairs and boarded his bicycle and left.

"This kid is not at home. He said he is going to school to see his sister and classmates today. Forget it, go to Minmin's place to look for it first."

My father rode his bicycle to Zhejiang University first.
Chapter completed!