Portable Museum

Chapter 232 Start-up Capital
Zhang Junping went to the city government to find his father-in-law.

If you want me to earn foreign exchange for you, you must give me some start-up capital, right?
The municipal government is located at No. 2 Zhengyi Road, next to Dongjiaomin Lane.

It used to be the mansion of Prince Su, one of the eight imperial courts in the Qing Dynasty.

Later, Prince Su's Mansion was destroyed during the war, and I built the Benzi Embassy on the ruins of Prince Su's Mansion.

After the founding of New China, it became the office of the municipal government.

The city government building is also a Western-style building built in Japan.

Zhang Junping registered at the gate, and then entered the city hall compound.

The environment of the municipal government compound is still very good. When Benziguo built the embassy, ​​most of the gardens of Prince Su's Mansion were preserved.

Therefore, the landscaping of the municipal government compound is very good, more like a park.

Zhengyi Road itself is a quiet road amidst the hustle and bustle, and the beautiful gardens make the city government even more mysterious.

Zhang Junping went up to the third floor, and the old man's office was at the far east.

As soon as we reached the east side, a young man came out of the office, "Comrade, who are you looking for?"

"Hi! I'm looking for Mayor Qiu. Are you Mayor Qiu's secretary? Please inform me that Zhang Junping is looking for him." Zhang Junping said politely.

"Comrade, which unit are you from? What can I do with Mayor Qiu?"

"I'm from BJ's painting shop. I'm looking for Mayor Qiu to report something about my work."

"BJ's Paints...

Wait a minute, I'll see if the leader has time now! "The secretary froze for a moment, then said politely.

As Qiu's father's secretary, he naturally knew that Mayor Qiu had been promoting the matter of bringing BJ's painting shop under the jurisdiction of the city some time ago.

He even knew that Mayor Qiu had arranged for his son-in-law to serve as the deputy store manager of BJ's painting shop.

Then it was obvious that the young man in front of him was Mayor Qiu's legendary son-in-law.

Not long after the secretary went in, he came out again, "Comrade, you can go in now!

Mayor Qiu has a very important meeting half an hour later. "The secretary did not forget to remind Zhang Junping in a low voice.

"Thank you!" After thanking Zhang Junping, he opened the door and went in.

"dad!"

"Pingzi, why are you here? Have you reported to the art shop?"

"Already reported to the art shop!
No, I came to you just for the painting shop. "

"What? What's going on in the painting shop?" Father Qiu looked at Zhang Junping and asked.

"Dad, when Xinhua Bookstore handed over, they took all the money from the painting store's account.

Just leave us with an empty shell.

Don't talk about collecting paintings now, we don't even have this month's salary.

The Chinese New Year is coming soon, and the benefits of the Chinese New Year for employees have not been settled. "Zhang Junping spoke out about the difficulties faced by the painting shop.

"You didn't go to the Publishing Bureau to report to Director Cao the difficulties you faced?" Father Qiu frowned, and he was also a little annoyed at what Xinhua Bookstore had done.

"I want to go, but who knows me?" Zhang Junping said with a smile.

The city directly bypassed the publishing bureau and appointed himself as the deputy store manager of the painting shop.

The Publishing Bureau of the People's Republic of China must not be happy, and went by itself, not to send it to the door to be slapped.

"I see! Wait a minute, I'll make a call." Father Qiu picked up the phone after speaking, and called Director Cao of the Publishing Bureau.

"Director Cao, I'm Qiu Zhengqiang!"

"Hello, Mayor Qiu!"

"There is such a situation. I heard that before the handover of BJ's painting shop, all the funds in the painting shop's account were withdrawn."

"Yes, Director Zhao of our bureau was responsible for the handover. I also heard about it later. I haven't had time to report to you yet." Director Cao replied while guessing who reported to the city.

"Go forward! It will be of great use for the city to ask for the art shop.

Therefore, your bureau must give full support and strive to achieve the goal of earning foreign exchange as soon as possible. Father Qiu said in a very kind tone.

After hanging up the phone, Qiu's father smiled and said to Zhang Junping: "You go! This matter should be reported to Director Cao, and the development of the painting shop needs the support of Director Cao."

"Dad, I have an idea.

I wondered if the painting shop could be renamed since it was coming from Xinhua Bookstore. "

"change name?"

"Yes, I meant to change it to BJ City Art Company.

It allows the company to better integrate with international standards, and the business scope of the art company is also wider. "

"Oh! You go on and say what you think
That's what I thought, after changing to an art company.

We can't simply sell calligraphy, painting or artwork.

We have to start from two aspects: cultivating the market and cultivating artists.

It is to carry out the promotion of Chinese traditional culture, push China and traditional culture to the world, and let the world understand Chinese traditional culture.

As long as Westerners understand Chinese traditional culture, our traditional handicrafts can sell better.

Cultivate artists to better understand, that is to guide artists to create works of art that conform to socialist values ​​and contain traditional culture..."

"That's right! Your idea is very good!
Now I regret putting you in the painting shop.

You should go to a more important position. Father Qiu stood up and walked around in the office, finally stopped and looked at Zhang Junping and praised.

"Dad, in fact, my current job can also make a good contribution to the construction of socialism." Zhang Junping was afraid that the father-in-law would transfer himself to another unit on a whim, so he quickly explained.

"Okay, you think this is a play! I can do whatever I want?

You sort out what you just said to me, and give it to me in a detailed report.

Regarding the matter of money, you can report to Cao Xiangqian, and he will solve it for you. Father Qiu said and looked at his watch.

"Understood, Dad! Then I'll go first!" Zhang Junping knew that the father-in-law would have a meeting later, so he hurriedly left.

After leaving the city hall, Zhang Junping rushed to the publishing bureau again.

After a lot of registration, Zhang Junping finally found Director Cao's office.

"Hi! I'm Zhang Junping, the deputy store manager of BJ's painting shop. I'm here to report to Director Cao. Please inform me." Zhang Junping approached Director Cao's secretary and said politely.

"BJ's painting shop? You are the deputy store manager, why didn't your store manager come?" Director Cao's secretary looked Zhang Junping up and down, and then asked arrogantly.

"Our store manager is getting old and not in good health recently, so I can only report to Director Cao." Zhang Junping naturally understood the reason why Hades likes to mess with little ghosts, and while explaining, he took out a cigarette and gave it to him. The other party gives up the smoke.

"The director is very busy right now. He is looking at documents and has no time to meet you!" The secretary directly rejected Zhang Junping's request, and dismissed Zhang Junping rudely.

"You smoke a cigarette, I'll wait outside for a while, and I'll go in after the director has finished reading the documents!" Zhang Junping handed the cigarette to the secretary again.

"Take it away, I don't smoke!" The four-eyed secretary impatiently knocked out the cigarette from Zhang Junping's hand.

"Okay! I'm leaving, don't regret it! When Director Cao asks later, remember to tell him that I've been here!" Zhang Junping is also angry, what the hell.

After speaking, he threw the cigarette on the table, turned around and left.

"Wait! The director knows that you are here to report to work?" the four-eyed secretary shouted from behind.

Zhang Junping ignored him at all and left the publishing office straight away.

Isn't it just a little start-up capital?

I made it myself, let's see who feels uncomfortable.

Seeing Zhang Junping leaving so arrogantly, the four-eyed secretary was a little dumbfounded.

There is a bad feeling, as if something went wrong.

However, the arrogant four-eyed secretary didn't take it to heart.

Isn't he the deputy store manager of a painting shop?Awesome what?
I thought to myself, sit on the office chair and continue to write materials.

Looking up and seeing the cigarette Zhang Junping dropped, he picked it up and took a look: Zhonghua cigarette?Why is it different from usual?This is fake, right?
Thinking in my heart, I threw the cigarette into the drawer casually.

In fact, just now, Zhang Junping took out the special offer to Zhonghua, just to remind the other party: see clearly that the identity of the buddy is not ordinary.

In the end, I threw down the cigarette, thinking that the other party didn't pay attention, so I threw down the cigarette to remind the other party.

It's a pity that the four-eyed secretary doesn't know what to do. Zhang Junping's actions just now were all acting for the blind, wasting all his efforts.

Zhang Junping didn't see the director, nor did he get any money, so he couldn't go back to the painting shop.

Just in time, the father-in-law asked him to write a planning report on the development of the art company. Zhang Junping went home directly, closed the door and began to write the report.

Combining Zhang Junping's development model of later generations of art companies, he already has his own understanding of art companies, plus some high-level reasons.

Soon, a colorful report was written.

Zhang Junping revised it again, and finally took out the manuscript paper and re-transcribed it.

Let's talk about Cao Xiangqian. After receiving a call from Qiu Zhengqiang, he guessed that someone had reported the situation of the painting shop to the city government.

Thinking back to the rumor I heard before, the reason why Mayor Qiu wanted the painting shop was to arrange for his son-in-law.

Today, although the Publishing Bureau did not come forward, it did not affect his knowledge that Mayor Qiu's son-in-law took office today.

So, it became clear who reported to the city government.

After understanding the cause and effect of the matter, Cao Xiangqian waited in the office. If the other party understood the rules, he should come and report to him.

As a result, I waited until the afternoon, but no one from the art shop came to report to work.

"Xiao Hu, is anyone coming from the art shop today?" Looking at the time, Cao Xiangqian didn't plan to wait any longer. It was the end of the year, and he still had a lot of things to deal with.

The four-eyed secretary was excited, "Director, a person who claims to be the deputy store manager of the painting shop came to report to you.

I said you were looking at the documents and asked him to wait a while, but that person had a very bad attitude.

Say let me tell you, he was here.

Oh, right!The man threw down a pack of cigarettes arrogantly.

It's still fake! In order to prove his words, the four-eyed secretary quickly took out the special box for Zhonghua from the drawer and handed it to Cao Qianqian.

Cao Xiangqian's expression turned ugly when the four-eyed secretary added fuel to the matter, distorted the facts, and filed a complaint.

Wait, seeing the cigarette in the secretary's hand, he snatched the special supply Zhonghua, and his face became even uglier.

"Little Hu, tell the truth! What happened just now?" Cao Xiangqian asked in a deep voice.

"Director, that's the situation! You don't suspect me of lying, do you?" At this moment, the four-eyed secretary could only hold on.

"Little Hu, you have been with me for almost half a year, right? People have always responded to your questions to me.

I think, young people, a little pride is nothing.

However, you should not lie, distort the facts to falsely accuse other comrades. "

"Director, I don't have one!" the four-eyed secretary argued forcefully.

"Do you know what kind of cigarette this is? It's specially for the Chinese government, and it's a cigarette for cadres above the army.

Ah!Fake cigarettes, thanks to your thinking. "Cao Xiangqian sneered.

Cao Xiangqian didn't want to have another word with the secretary, so he turned and went into the office.

After what happened, when he saw the special supply of Zhonghua cigarettes, Cao Xiangqian had already figured it out.

It must be my secretary, who is acting arrogant again, preventing others from reporting work.

I also saw the cigarettes that other people were holding, but I didn’t recognize them. I thought they were fake cigarettes, so I drove them away.

Cao Xiangqian called the director of the office directly and told him to change his secretary.

As for the whereabouts of the four-eyed secretary, he no longer cared.

No matter where he goes, promotion will definitely not be his turn, and he will probably be transferred to a certain department as a bench.

Because of his personality, he often offended people in the bureau. In the past, Cao Qianqian was backed by the party, and everyone couldn't do anything to him.

Now that he was kicked out by the director, waiting for him is to have revenge and revenge.

It is said that the secretary is the person who has the most confidentiality with the leader. Even if the leader is dissatisfied with the secretary, he will arrange a good position for him as a hush money.

It's a pity that the four-eyed secretary has just been with Cao Xiangqian for less than half a year, and is still in the investigation period, and has not come into contact with private matters.

Therefore, Cao Xiangqian drove him away mercilessly.

After dealing with the secretary's affairs, Cao Xiangqian was still a little annoyed.

The son-in-law of the deputy mayor of the Standing Committee in charge of culture, education and health was stopped by his blind secretary just like that.

Isn't this asking for trouble for yourself?

Cao Xiangqian touched his chin and thought for a while, then picked up the phone and called the accountant.

"Xiao Li! Our bureau just took over the painting shop and lacks start-up funds. You send 200,000 start-up funds to the painting shop, and I will sign for the formalities." Cao Xiangqian ordered directly.

"Okay, Director, I'll do it right away!" Li Jianjun, chief of the Finance Section, promised.

Under the orders of the bureau chief, Li Jianjun moved quickly and quickly filled out the form, signed it by himself, asked the deputy director in charge to sign it, and finally brought it to the bureau chief to sign.

"Send the money to the painting shop! Let's just say it was the funds applied by their manager Zhang." Cao Xiangqian was very satisfied with Li Jianjun's performance.

This is the person who is worthy of promotion and reuse.

Zhang Junping didn't know this. After he finished writing the art company's development planning report, he came to the courtyard house in Dashilar.

Start playing furniture.

There is no one who skips work to beat furniture on the first day of work.

He was busy until the end of get off work in the afternoon, when Zhang Junping rode his bicycle back to the painting shop.

"Master Zhang, are you back?"

"Ok!"

"Hello, Manager Zhang!"

"Hello there!"

As soon as he entered the painting shop, Zhang Junping felt something was wrong, and everyone looked at him with admiration.

They greeted him warmly.

On the second floor, Zhang Junping met Lu Guozhong, the chief of the finance department, and understood what was going on.

"Shop Manager Zhang, you are really capable, and you will be asking for 200,000 yuan in no time.

And it was delivered by Section Chief Li himself! "Lu Guozhong admired him sincerely.

"200,000? What 200,000?" Zhang Junping was a little confused.

"Section Chief Li of the Publishing Bureau sent over 200,000, saying that it is the start-up capital you applied for." Lu Guozhong said with some doubts.

"Oh! What are you talking about? I wanted 2 million, why did I give 200,000?

No, I have to go to the leader tomorrow.

What is 200,000 enough for?
Our next step is to let go of our hands and feet and do a big job.

2 million is not enough for me. "Zhang Junping said with a look of disgust.

Lu Guozhong was taken aback for a while.

Zhang Junping came to the old store manager's office, "Mr. Wu, today is my first day at work, and tonight I invite everyone to have dinner together so that we can get to know each other."

"Xiao Zhang is back!" Seeing Zhang Junping, the old store manager said kindly to Zhang Junping: "Xiao Zhang, I should welcome you on your first day at work.

It's just that, as you know, there was no money in the account before, so I'm not ashamed to mention it.

Now that you have asked for the money, then this welcome banquet must be held.

I have already informed everyone that we will go to Quanjude to eat roast duck together in the evening. "

"Thank you Mr. Wu for your approval!" Zhang Junping said with a smile.

This can be regarded as the initial integration into the big family of the painting shop.

"By the way, I asked them to clean up an office. If you have any other requests, tell Lu Guozhong directly.

He is the head of the financial section of the painting shop, and he can also be regarded as the director of the office.

He does all the shopping in the store. "

"Thank you, Mr. Wu, for still thinking about me.

I have no requirements for the office, just a desk. " Zhang Junping said modestly

"Let's go, let's go see your office." The old store manager had a good impression of Zhang Junping and took him to see the office.

Zhang Junping's office is next door to the old store manager's office.

It used to be a studio, but now it is Zhang Junping's office.

"Mr. Wu, there should be a picture table in this room, right?" Zhang Junping looked at his office and asked with a smile.

"Yes, I have someone move out."

"To tell you the truth, I usually like to write and draw, so I have to ask everyone to help me bring back the drawing table." Zhang Junping walked to the desk and rubbed the desk with his hands while talking.

"Xiao Zhang! Our painting shop has not been doing very well in recent years.

So I didn't buy new desks and chairs.

I used old furniture bought from trust shops.

Including those painting tables, they are all second-hand goods bought from other places. Afraid that Zhang Junping might misunderstand, the old store manager quickly explained.

"Mr. Wu, old furniture is good!
I'll go shopping and change some old furniture later.

Get some grand chairs and tea tables over there, and set up a place to drink tea over there.

Behind the desk, there is a bookcase from the Ming Dynasty, which just matches the desk. "Zhang Junping said with a smile.

"Xiao Zhang, do you know antiques too?" Elder Wu said in surprise.

The main reason is that Zhang Junping is too young, and he is a demobilized soldier. He is a rude person doing material purchases. In the eyes of the old store manager, how could such a layman understand antiques.

"How many of us who are engaged in art don't like to play with these old things?
This old thing hides our Chinese cultural heritage of 5000 years.

Like those out-of-print calligraphy and paintings, they should be well protected. "Zhang Junping laughed.

　Five thousand words.

　　Ask for a monthly pass!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)