Portable Museum

Chapter 231
"Pingzi! It's settled for you to go to the painting shop!

Did you pass by years ago, or after years? Father Qiu asked Zhang Junping with a smile.

In the evening, Zhang Junping sent Qiu Wenyan home, but met Qiu's father who had just returned from get off work at the gate of the community.

So Zhang Junping was called home by his father-in-law.

"Dad, does the art shop belong to the city or the publishing department now?" Zhang Junping asked after thinking for a while.

"Go back to the city! Otherwise, why would it be so troublesome.

The Publishing Department didn't want to give it at first, but after coordinating with various parties, they finally agreed to transfer the administrative management of the art shop to the Municipal Publishing Bureau.

The level remains unchanged, and it is still a level unit. "

Zhang Junping nodded secretly, that's okay, my father-in-law is in charge of culture, education and security, so let's talk.

"I'll go there a year ago! It's a good time to get in touch with everyone a year ago." Zhang Junping thought for a while and said.

"Okay, don't run around tomorrow, the organization department will talk to you.

You will be the deputy store manager first, and the old store manager will retire in the second half of next year. Father Qiu explained again.

Zhang Junping drove the car and headed home.

I am still very proud of myself. After half a year, I finally got to talk to the organization department.

After returning home, after washing up, Zhang Junping took out the pen and paper, and continued to paint the version of Dream of Red Mansions that he had not completed before.

For the painting version of Dream of Red Mansions, Zhang Junping started painting before going abroad, but was delayed because of going abroad.

After I came back, because I worked overtime at night and beat the furniture, I could only draw one or two pictures before going to bed, so that my impetuous mind could calm down after a day and sleep well.

Having nothing to say all night, Zhang Junping got up early the next day, changed into a brand new woolen tunic suit, and stuck a Montblanc fountain pen in his chest.

Zeng Mingwaliang's leather shoes, the kind whose upper can be used as a mirror.

Hair, short cut, nothing to do, black and thick.

Add a woolen coat outside.

This style, at the very least, is at the level of a university professor.

"Hey! Pingzi, you are quite energetic today!"

"Aunt Wang, when am I not energetic?" Zhang Junping responded with a smile.

"Pingzi, is there a happy event today?"

"Brother Zhu, isn't it the New Year soon? Don't you have to be beaming?"

"Morning, Pingzi!"

"Good morning! Have you eaten?"

"Section Chief Zhang, good morning!"

"Good morning!"

Zhang Junping said hello all the way, got out of the courtyard, got into the car, had breakfast on the way, and then drove to the bureau at a pinch.

"Hey! Section Chief Zhang, you look so energetic today!"

"Section Chief Zhang, is there something good? Tell us about it?"

"It's a good thing, but keep it secret for now!" Zhang Junping smiled at everyone, and then walked into the inner office.

This was his last hour or two at the supplies bureau.

Zhang Junping looked at the documents reported below very seriously, they were all purchase applications or coordination letters from brother units.

Sign the one that should be signed, take the opinion that should be taken, and put aside the one that should be asked for instructions.

Around ten o'clock, the phone on the desk rang.

"Xiao Zhang, come to my office!" Director Zheng said on the phone.

"Yes!" Zhang Junping hung up the phone, picked up the completed documents on the desk, and went out to hand them to Sister Liu.

Then come to the chief's office.

Knock on the door.

"Come in!" Director Zheng's kind voice came from inside.

"Director, you are looking for me!" Zhang Junping opened the door and went in.

"Xiao Zhang, this is Section Chief He of the Third Division of Cadres of the Organization Department of the Municipal Party Committee." Director Zheng introduced Zhang Junping with a smile.

"Hello, Chief He!"

"Hello!" Chief He nodded to Zhang Junping kindly.

"Director Zheng, shall we begin?"

"You are welcome!" Director Zheng said very politely.

Although Section Chief He is only the deputy section chief of the third section of cadres, his rank is the same as that of Chief Zheng.

"Comrade Zhang Junping, I am now talking to you on behalf of the organization..."

"Thanks for the trust of the organization, I will definitely work hard in my new position..."

After organizing the conversation, Section Chief He left quickly.

"Xiao Zhang, I knew you were going to leave, but I didn't expect your kid to leave so soon.

However, don't worry, even though you are leaving, the Bureau will promise you nothing less. Director Zheng patted Zhang Junping on the shoulder and promised.

At this moment, Zhang Junping really wanted to roll his eyes at Director Zheng.

You also promised me that there will be no less, what did the bureau promise me?Just one house, it will not be handed over until next spring.

"Director, the house is no longer needed! I know that many comrades in the bureau are very short of housing.

Therefore, it is better to leave the house to colleagues who need it more! "Zhang Junping said in a majestic manner.

"Okay! Your awareness is worthy of praise. On behalf of the comrades in the bureau, I thank you for your selflessness." Director Zheng was stunned for a moment, and then patted Zhang Junping on the shoulder vigorously.

Then he confessed: "You go back and have a handover with Comrade Liu Aifang."

"Good director!" Zhang Junping was taken aback, why did he hand over to Liu Aifang?
Liu Aifang is Sister Liu.

"After discussions in the bureau, it is planned to merge the Planning Section and the Procurement Section into the Material Supply Section.

Therefore, the procurement department is temporarily in charge of Liu Aifang. Director Zheng saw Zhang Junping's doubts and explained with a smile.

I have already left, so I don't need to worry about how to adjust the departments in the bureau.

"Yes! Comrade Liu Aifang and I will definitely complete the handover work." Zhang Junping replied earnestly.

In fact, there is nothing to explain at all, and I may not be as familiar with the procurement department as Sister Liu.

"The bureau will arrange a farewell banquet for you tonight. I wish you great success in your new job." Director Zheng said with a smile.

"Thank you, Director!" Zhang Junping said gratefully.

Whether there is a farewell banquet, and the specifications of the farewell banquet, all represent the popularity in the original unit.

The farewell banquet attended by the director in person is undoubtedly the highest standard farewell banquet.

Back in the department, there was a commotion in the department, and the expressions on the faces of the people in the department were like those of a dyeing workshop.

Some people are happy, some are sour, some are not reconciled, and some are jealous.

The Personnel Section has come to announce the appointment.

Zhang Junping coughed and walked into the office, "Congratulations, Sister Liu!"

"Still talking! Section Chief Zhang, I didn't expect you to hide so deeply that you didn't reveal any information before you left!" Sister Liu rolled her eyes at Zhang Junping, but the smile on her face was bright.

"Everyone, I have been with you for more than two years. I miss you very much and feel very sad. I can't do without your help today.

I won't say much about sensational things. After I settle down there, I will invite everyone to dinner. "

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The next day, Zhang Junping rode a bicycle to report to the third department of the Organization Department of the Municipal Party Committee early in the morning.

It was still Section Chief He from yesterday, who sent him to take office.

This is already very face-saving.

According to his rank, under normal circumstances, a clerk would send him to take office.

When they arrived at BJ's painting shop, the old manager of the painting shop and the staff of the painting shop were already standing at the door to welcome them.

Of course, the main thing is to greet Section Chief He.

Recently, the art shop has been a bit chaotic, because without warning, the affiliation of the art shop has suddenly been transferred from Xinhua Bookstore to the Municipal Publishing Bureau.

This made everyone in the painting shop a little at a loss.

Chief He came to the door on behalf of the new owner, so naturally he had to show enough sincerity to welcome.

"Mr. Wu, how dare I trouble you, it's freezing cold, everyone, hurry up and get in the house!" Chief He stopped his bicycle, held the old store manager's hand tightly, and said politely and respectfully. .

"Thank you, Chief He, for coming to guide the work.

This is the support force sent to us by the superiors, right? "The old store manager greeted Chief He with a smile, then looked at Zhang Junping and asked.

From the tone of the old store manager's speech, it can be seen that respect for the leader is only a matter of situation, and there is not much respect for Section Chief He in his tone.

However, he has confidence, the old store manager is not only the store manager of the painting shop, but also the permanent director of the Chinese Painting and Calligraphy Association.

I have seen many great leaders.

"Yes! This is Comrade Zhang Junping, the deputy store manager assigned by the leader to your painting shop.

Comrade Zhang Junping will cooperate with you to manage the daily work of the painting shop. "

"Mr. Wu, hello! My name is Zhang Junping. The organization asked me to come here to cooperate with your work. I hope that Mr. Wu can criticize and give more pointers in the future." Zhang Junping put his posture very low, and took the initiative to say hello to the old store manager.

The old store manager looked at Zhang Junping carefully and nodded slightly, "Comrade Junping is very good and very energetic!
After you came, I, the old man, will be much more relaxed! "

"Mr. Wu, I came here to learn from you!" Zhang Junping said modestly.

"Let's learn from each other!" The old store manager said with a smile.

In the conference room, Section Chief He announced Zhang Junping's appointment, declined the old store manager's persuasion, and left by bicycle.

After seeing Section Chief He off, everyone returned to the meeting room, and the old shop manager introduced the staff of the painting shop to Zhang Junping one by one.

Although the art shop is not big, it has a lot of staff.

There are three financial personnel, eight warehouse managers, and five salespersons in the business hall.

In addition, there are three mounting masters and six mounting apprentices.

Except that finances have nothing to do with calligraphy and painting, others are not simple.

Management of the eight warehouses is not simply a matter of recording the inbound and outbound situations.

They are also responsible for the protection and maintenance of the calligraphy and painting. If the calligraphy and painting are damaged or have other problems, they are also responsible for the restoration of the calligraphy and painting.

But the restoration technique of this calligraphy and painting is not ordinary.

Needless to say, the master of mounting, CAFA has specially opened the course of mounting.

"Everyone should have noticed that I am very young! Those who are working are all older than me, and they are all my seniors.

If there is anything I can't do in the future, please bear with me.

One of the purposes of my coming to the painting shop is to learn. The leader felt that I was too young and sometimes too impulsive to do things, so he threw me to our painting shop to receive some influence of traditional Chinese culture and art.

Another purpose is to use my drive to create more foreign exchange for the country through our painting shop.

Um!This purpose is rather vulgar.

However, the construction of our country is still inseparable from this tacky, copper-smelling thing.

So, I hope everyone can be more tolerant in the future, I am more vulgar. "Zhang Junping's inaugural speech was quite humorous.

It caused a burst of knowing laughter from everyone. After the first contact, they all felt that the new deputy store manager was not difficult to get along with.

Because of Zhang Junping's arrival, no one hated him for taking his position.

Because, in the past, there was no deputy store manager in the art shop at all. There were only store manager and financial section chief, director of mounting room, director of protection and restoration room, director of acquisition and sales department, etc., and technical titles.

Restorers and framers are all technical positions, and they also get the wages of skilled workers.

After the meeting, Zhang Junping followed the old store manager to his office.

It's more like a studio than an office.

Apart from a desk in the corner, the most conspicuous thing in the office is a huge painting case.

Seeing the painting table, Zhang Junping's eyes shrank a little. The flat-headed painting table of Huanghuali in Ming Dynasty is very valuable.

The old store manager gave Zhang Junping to the reception area and sat on the sofa.

"Xiao Zhang... I'll call you Xiao Zhang, don't you mind?"

"I don't mind, Mr. Wu, you can call him whatever you want." Zhang Junping smiled, it's pointless to argue about it.

Only those who are incompetent will care about what others call him, whether they respect him or not.

"Since the establishment of the painting shop, it has been charged with a task, which is to earn foreign exchange through the calligraphy and paintings of modern artists.

It's a pity that over the past few decades, although he has earned some foreign exchange, he is still far from the leader's goal.

I support the organization's promotion of you. "Although he said he was supportive, he couldn't hide the loneliness and unwillingness in the eyes of the old store manager.

Zhang Junping knew that if he could not gain the trust of the old store manager, he would not be able to work smoothly in the painting shop, so he pondered for a moment and organized his words.

Zhang Junping said with a smile: "Mr. Wu, I support the leader's idea that we can earn foreign exchange for the country while spreading traditional oriental culture.

However, I think we should focus on those modern artists rather than the late modern old art.

Selling the paintings of modern artists, because they are still alive, and earning foreign exchange through their paintings, is called living on their own merits.

However, the calligraphy and paintings of those deceased old artists are the precious heritage left to us by our predecessors. Selling their paintings is like selling their ancestral property by unworthy descendants. It is a shameful act of prodigal son. "

Following Zhang Junping's words, the eyes of the old store manager became brighter and brighter. When Zhang Junping finished speaking, the old store manager couldn't help applauding.

"Okay! Xiao Zhang, what you said is great! You speak out my heart!

With your words, I am relieved to entrust the painting shop to you!I hope you can stick to your current thoughts.

Do as you say! "

"Old Wu, don't worry!
If I sell the calligraphy and paintings of those deceased artists, although I can exchange some foreign exchange now, I will be praised by the leaders.

However, after 20 years, I will definitely be pointed at my nose and called me a prodigal son by later generations. When I encounter some impulsive people, I may even scold me. "Zhang Junping said with a smile.

"Okay, I'm relieved if you have this understanding!" The old store manager leaned on the sofa, as if he had lifted a heavy burden.

"Old Wu, it doesn't matter if we say something vulgar.

It's the Chinese New Year soon, how is the welfare preparation of our art shop going? "

"Welfare?
In the past, it was published by Xinhua Bookstore in a unified manner. This year, it is almost the end of the year, and the affiliation of the painting store has suddenly been changed to the Publishing Bureau.

Who knows if the publishing bureau has prepared for us? "The old store manager was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect Zhang Junping to mention this matter suddenly, and said with a sigh.

This is also what worries him in recent days.

They are engaged in artistic work, but artists also have to eat and dress.

Yesterday, several people secretly asked about the New Year benefits.

"Didn't our painting shop prepare any?" Zhang Junping asked again.

"Let's prepare it ourselves? Look at this painting shop. To put it bluntly, the people who deal with us are all artists.

To put it bluntly, they are all a bunch of poor scholars.

Where are we going to prepare for welfare? "The old store manager smiled wryly.

"Mr. Wu, I'm new here, and I can't get involved in other jobs for the time being, so let's solve the problem of Chinese New Year benefits for everyone."

"Are you here to solve it?"

"Mr. Wu, you forgot, just now Section Chief He introduced that I used to work in the Materials Bureau.

A little Chinese New Year benefits can't help me.

How much money is left in our account? "

"Money?" The old store manager said with a wry smile, "We can starve mice to death in our account.

If the higher-ups don't allocate funds, we won't get our salary next month. "

Speaking of which, Xinhua Bookstore is also not particular about it, since it has handed over the painting store to the local government, it should be more generous.

There's no need to do this kind of thing, take all the money in the painting shop's account.

It is indeed a bit over.

Now, some people come to sell paintings, but there is no money for them.

"Well, I have 10,000 yuan in cash here, and I will put it in financial emergency first.

In addition, I will immediately go to the publishing bureau and ask the leader to apply for a sum of funds.

There is no penny in the account of the painting shop, how to operate it?

When people come to sell paintings, can we still give them IOUs? "Zhang Junping took out ten dozens of cash from the briefcase and put it on the tea table.

"It seems that the leader is right to transfer you here!

People of their age do things differently!
Driven, stronger than my old man! "Looking at the money on the coffee table, the old store manager sighed faintly.

"Old Wu, I won't disturb your work.

I will go to the accounting office first, and then to the publishing bureau. "

Zhang Junping didn't write much, and took the money out of the old store manager's office and went to the financial room on the second floor.

"Chief Lu, here is 10,000 yuan in cash. Click it, and then give me an IOU." Zhang Junping directly put the money in front of Lu Guozhong and said.

"Manager Zhang, what do you mean?" Lu Guozhong didn't understand what Zhang Junping was doing.

"I chatted with Mr. Wu just now, and I know that there is no money in our account.

The art shop needs to open for business, how can it do it without money?

Therefore, this money is considered to be temporarily lent to the painting shop by me.

Wait until I go to the publishing bureau to ask for money, and then return it to me. "Zhang Junping said with a smile.

"Shop Manager Zhang, you are still thoughtful, I have been worrying about this for the past two days.

What if someone came to sell paintings? "Lu Guozhong smiled and flattered Zhang Junping.

Zhang Junping smiled, but did not speak.

Seeing that Lu Guozhong called the cashier and accountant, counted the money, and then issued him an IOU.

After taking the IOU, Zhang Junping went out and rode a bicycle to the city hall.

He said it openly, he went to the publishing bureau to ask for money, who does the leader of the publishing bureau know who he is?

　From now on, enter a new storyline.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)