Portable Museum

Chapter 233 Pretend to be a wave first...

"You're right. Those who are poor in art think they are Wang Chang'an, who is proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, flowers and birds and antiques." The old store manager said with a self-deprecating smile.

"Mr. Wu and Mr. Chang'an are very familiar?" After Zhang Junping asked, he felt a little silly asking.

They are all from BJ, one is engaged in calligraphy and painting, and the other is engaged in cultural relics research. They have similar circles, so how could they not know each other.

The old store manager is Wu Xinping (a fictional character), one of the contemporary Wu, who studied under Mr. Baishi.

Three Wus: Wu Xinping, Wu Zuoren, Wu Guanzhong.

"Familiar? When I was still a teenager, Chang'an's family was fairly well-off, and I often went to his house for dinner." The old store manager said with a smile.

have to!It's not just as simple as familiarity, it's still young.

I walked around my office, but there was nothing to see, just a Ming Dynasty huanghuali writing desk, a Ming Dynasty huanghuali official hat chair with four heads, and nothing else.

Following the old store manager back to his office, Zhang Junping took out the development plan report that he just wrote today, "Mr. Wu, this is a plan I wrote for the next step of our painting shop.

You correct the axe. "

"Okay, then I'll take a look, Xiao Zhang, your opinion.

But there is one thing I have to say first, I am old, and I can't keep up with the situation, so just look at it and make suggestions, so don't count on it. "The old store manager said with a smile.

"Drink! Xiao... Store Manager Zhang, your handwriting has both spirit and shape, and you already have the style of a master." The old store manager looked down, and before he could see the content clearly, he was already attracted by Zhang Junping's handwriting. He sat up straight unconsciously, and his expression became solemn.

"Mr. Wu praised you!" Zhang Junping said modestly.

"No, it's not a compliment, your handwriting is really good! It's better than mine! It's not far behind Qigong.

I now understand why the superiors transferred you to replace me.

Not to mention anything else, just your handwriting is worth a lot of money. "The old store manager said with a smile.

"..." Zhang Junping really wanted to tell him that his coming here had nothing to do with his writing.

After praising Zhang Junping's handwriting, the old store manager began to seriously read the development plan written by Zhang Junping.

The old store manager carefully read the development plan, and would stop to think about it from time to time to digest what was said in it.

Zhang Junping was not in a hurry, and waited silently.

The old store manager read the development plan with a total of less than [-] words for more than half an hour.

After reading it, I closed my eyes and didn't speak for a long time.

It wasn't until Lu Guozhong came over to remind him that it was time to get off work and it was time to go to Quanjude that the old store manager came back to his senses.

"Store Manager Zhang, if the city leaders can approve this development plan.

I will make a report here, retire early, and make way for you. "

Unknowingly, the old store manager's address to Zhang Junping has changed.Changing from Xiaozhang to Store Manager Zhang is a recognition of Zhang Junping.

"Don't, Mr. Wu!
The development of the painting shop still needs you to stay in charge!You can't be picky. "Zhang Junping hurriedly stopped him.

"Shop Manager Zhang, you are enough for the painting shop! I will only hinder you.

However, I also have a request, that is, can I be the first signed artist in your plan?

This can be regarded as a little special treatment that I have the cheek to ask for! "The old store manager said sincerely.

"Mr. Wu, if you still can't become a signed artist of our painting shop, I don't know who is qualified.

You really can't retire early, though. "

"Shop Manager Zhang can have your evaluation, I am satisfied!

I have dedicated half of my life to the country, so I should retire and enjoy my old age. "The old store manager didn't have the slightest nostalgia for his position, and smiled frankly.

"Mr. Wu, to tell you the truth, boy, I took the minor course in September, and the main course on the second day of the Gregorian calendar year.

Then I mentioned the deputy department yesterday.

There is really no way to bring it up again!
You retired early, I can't sit in the position of store manager! "Zhang Junping also simply said the truth.

Lu Guozhong next to him listened in a daze, as if he was listening to a story, Arabian Nights, One Hundred and One Nights.

Upgrading to three levels in a row, that's what I dare to write in this story, right?

"Hahaha!

Well, if this is the case, then I will work for a while? "

"You have to work for a while. We Communist Party cadres are the most particular about inheritance. You have to get on the horse and give me a ride." Zhang Junping laughed.

"Haha...ha! You, you! You little Zhang, you are really..." The old store manager pointed at Zhang Junping and laughed.

"Xiao Lu, from now on, all the affairs in the store will be handed over to Xiao Zhang.

As for me, I just work as a mascot in the store, writing calligraphy, painting and drinking tea every day.

Thinking about it, I feel that such a day is really happy! "The old store manager explained to Lu Guozhong with a smile.

"Old Wu, you..."

"Xiao Lu! Our new store manager Zhang is a man of great ability. If you follow him, you will be able to develop the art shop to a height that you can't even imagine.

I hope you can cooperate well with Manager Zhang and don't have any resistance. "The old store manager explained softly.

"Yes! I'll listen to you!" Lu Guozhong glanced at Zhang Junping, who had a smile on his lips, and nodded in agreement.

"Okay! Let's go, let's go to store manager Zhang's welcome banquet together." The old store manager stood up with a smile and walked out.

Drinking and socializing were originally his forte. Chang Shou Shan Wu was talking about people like him. After a welcome banquet, Zhang Junping became acquainted with everyone in the art shop a lot.

After the welcome banquet, Zhang Junping came to the old man's house.

Qiu Wenyan and her mother-in-law were sitting in the living room watching TV. Seeing Zhang Junping coming in, Qiu Wenyan hurried forward to help Zhang Junping take off his coat, "Drinking again? How much did you drink? It smells like wine."

Qiu's mother poured Zhang Junping a cup of tea and handed it to him. Zhang Junping quickly took the tea and thanked him: "Thank you, Mom!"

Then he said to Qiu Wenyan: "It's okay, I didn't drink much, and the smell of alcohol on my body was accidentally spilled on me.

Is dad back? "

"Your father hasn't come back yet, and the city government is down. He's busier than before. I'll be back until [-] or [-] o'clock." Qiu's mother said with resentment and heartache.

"Mom, my father just went to the city government, so he needs to be familiar with many things." Zhang Junping smiled and defended the old man.

The father-in-law used to belong to the district committee. Although he was the top leader, his main job was to retreat, so no matter how busy he was, there was a limit.

Now at the municipal government, the work content has become pragmatic. This kind of change, the old man needs to adapt, and being pragmatic is already more busy than retreating.

"I'm also worried about his body. I'm also 50 years old, and I don't know how to cherish my body at all." Mother Qiu said distressedly.

"By the way, Mom! I've made the medicinal wine over there. I'll bring you two jars tomorrow. One jar is for my dad and the other jar is for you.

Drink three or five yuan every night, my dad's can strengthen the body, clear the collaterals and activate the blood.

Yours can nourish qi and blood, reconcile yin and yang, and have the effect of beautifying and beautifying the skin. "

"The tiger bone wine you sent last time, your father felt good after drinking it. It's a pity that the prodigal son of your elder brother secretly drank a lot of it." Qiu's mother originally planned to politely push it aside, but when she heard Being able to maintain beauty, he no longer refuses, and said with a smile.

"Mom, the medicinal wine given to my dad this time was also made from tiger bones. I adjusted the prescription and it is especially suitable for people of my dad's age. If you keep drinking it, it will make you look ten years younger without any problem.

For my elder brother, I prepared another kind of medicinal wine for him, and brought it to him alone later. "Zhang Junping laughed.

"My parents and brothers all have medicinal wine, so is there any medicinal wine for me?" Qiu Wenyan asked coquettishly, holding Zhang Junping's arm.

"Yes! You and our mother drink the same medicinal wine. For you women, as long as you have enough energy and blood, it doesn't matter whether you use those cosmetics or not." Zhang Junping said with a smile.

The most important maintenance method for women is to nourish qi and blood, because most women have mild anemia.

After all, there is so much blood to be shed every month.

"I don't like medicinal wine, it smells so bad!" Qiu Wenyan said with a frown.

"If you don't like to drink medicinal wine, then you can often eat a little snow clam oil.

The ones I brought back this time are all mothers and babies, which have a better nourishing effect on women.

Don't need too much, eat it once a week to ensure your little face is rosy and shiny, even at those times, you won't feel tired and lack of energy. "

"Xiao Zhang, do you really know medical skills? I thought you were joking when I said you knew medical skills last time." Mother Qiu asked curiously.

"Mom, I know a little bit, but my specialty is not curing diseases and saving lives, but nourishing health.

When I was learning this, I was thinking about how to make my family live a long and healthy life. Zhang Junping explained with a smile.

"Your child is filial piety." Qiu's mother looked at Zhang Junping with joy, and she liked this son-in-law more and more in her heart.

Zhang Junping, Qiu Wenyan, and the mother-in-law chatted about women's health care knowledge.

Father Qiu didn't come back from get off work until after ten o'clock.

Qiu's mother hurried forward to take the briefcase, helped him take off his coat, and asked with concern: "Have you eaten yet? Do you want me to serve you a bowl of noodles?"

Zhang Junping watched enviously from the side, the father-in-law has accumulated several lifetimes of virtue to marry such a beautiful and virtuous mother-in-law.

Looking at Qiu Wenyan who was holding slippers for Qiu's father, Zhang Junping felt complacent again.

I also have a virtuous and beautiful daughter-in-law.

"Dad!" Zhang Junping greeted Qiu's father after he changed into his slippers.

"Xiao Zhang is here!
I really haven't eaten, you are looking at making two small dishes, and Xiao Zhang and I have two drinks, just to relieve fatigue. "After greeting Zhang Junping, Qiu's father smiled and said to Qiu's mother again.

After Father Qiu washed his face, he sat down in the living room.

"Did you go to the publishing bureau to find Cao Xiangqian?" Father Qiu asked with concern.

"I went, but I was rejected by his secretary and blocked by him."

"Huh?" Father Qiu frowned.

Zhang Junping quickly added: "It should be his secretary who did it on his own initiative.

In the afternoon, Director Cao arranged for the head of the Finance Section of the Publishing Bureau to send 200,000 yuan to the art shop, saying it was used as start-up capital. "

"En!" Father Qiu nodded in satisfaction.

During this period of time, Qiu's father's main job was to go to the various departments under his jurisdiction to investigate and smooth out the relationship among them.

Zhang Junping didn't see Cao Xiangqian, which seemed like a trivial matter, but behind it represented whether Cao Xiangqian was listening to him or not.

And, at a deeper level, Qiu Zhengqiang's authority in the city government.

"Dad, this is the development planning report of the handicraft company that you asked me to write.

You take a look. Zhang Junping took out the plan from his bag and handed it to Father Qiu.

"Yes!" Father Qiu took the proposal.

"Xiao Zhang, your handwriting is really good, it combines the characteristics of Yan Jinliu's bones, and also has Ouyang Xun's rigor and majesty.

You have gathered everyone's strengths, and your calligraphy can already establish a school. "Qiu's father held the plan and praised loudly.

"Dad, what you said is a bit exaggerated, I just have a little talent in calligraphy.

I don't deserve your praise. "Zhang Junping hurriedly said modestly.

"You don't need to be modest with me! Before Yanzi said that your handwriting is very good, I was dubious.

Now that I see your handwriting with a pen, I know that your calligraphy is definitely not bad either.

I still need a few words in my office, and you will write me a few words later, and I will hang them in the office. Father Qiu was naturally not polite to his son-in-law, and asked directly.

"Yes, I will write tomorrow.

I don't know, what kind of content do you want to write? Zhang Junping readily agreed to the old man's request.

There is not really a lack of calligraphy and painting in the old man's office. At the level of the old man, besides the national treasure calligraphy and painting in the lost Forbidden City, what other calligraphy and painting do you want?
The reason why Zhang Junping was asked to write it was to make him famous in this way.

As parents, we always think about our children.

"You can figure it out yourself! As long as it suits my status, it's fine." Father Qiu said with a smile, and then began to concentrate on reading the proposal written by Zhang Junping.

Words are just incidental products, content is the key.

Until Qiu's mother and Qiu Wenyan cooked the meal and came to call them, Qiu's father was still looking at Zhang Junping's plan intently.

"This plan of yours feels a bit unfinished!
A lot of things have not been explained clearly, just pointing to the end.

I don't know what you are worried about, but it is still an excellent proposal.

Very feasible!
Take this proposal to Cao Xiangqian and ask him to submit it to try to promote the reform of the art shop as soon as possible.

Time waits for no one! Father Qiu sighed again.

If there is any difference between the cadres of this era and the cadres of later generations, it can be summed up in one sentence.

The cadres of this era are: country and family.

The cadres of later generations are: family and country.

After Zhang Junping drank two glasses of wine with his father-in-law, he didn't drink any more.

After eating some noodles and talking with him for a while, he said goodbye and left.

The next day, Zhang Junping didn't go to the painting shop, but went directly to the publishing bureau.

Yesterday, Cao Xiangqian arranged for the head of the finance department to deliver the money to the painting shop in person, which was considered a way of saving face.

Today, Zhang Junping also had to return face to Cao Xiangqian.

So early in the morning at the Publishing Bureau, waiting at the door of Director Cao's office.

At half past eight, there was a sound of footsteps on the stairs.

After a while, a polite and imposing middle-aged man with glasses came up.

Seeing Zhang Junping, he was stunned for a moment and asked, "Which unit are you from?"

"You are Director Cao, right? I'm Zhang Junping from the painting shop.

I just took up my duties yesterday and came to report to you. "Zhang Junping hurried forward and introduced himself.

"Oh! You are Xiao Zhang from the painting shop!" Cao Xiangqian showed a satisfied smile on hearing that it was Zhang Junping.

Is a sensible.

"Come in and talk!" Cao Xiangqian beckoned Zhang Junping to follow him into the house.

Although Cao Xiangqian had just arrived, his office had already been cleaned, and the kettle was replaced with hot water that had just been boiled today.

"What kind of tea does Xiao Zhang drink?" Cao Xiangqian picked up a box of Longjing tea and asked with a smile.

"Director, I don't know much about tea. I can drink anything." Zhang Junping said, taking the tea box from Cao Xiangqian's hand first, then picking up the teacup on the desk, scalding it with boiling water, and then brewing it for Cao Xiangqian Tea, and made myself a cup of tea by the way.

"I just went to the painting shop, are you still used to it?" Cao Xiangqian sat on the sofa and asked casually.

"Very good, the old store manager is a highly respected senior.

I was very speculative with the old store manager, and he was very supportive of some of my ideas. "Zhang Junping sat down opposite Cao Qianqian, straightened his back, and replied respectfully.

"That's good, learn from the old comrades more humbly." Cao Xiangqian took a sip of tea and said lightly.

"Director, these are some of my thoughts on the future development of the painting shop, and I have reported them to the old store manager. Please criticize and correct me..." Zhang Junping took out the plan and handed it to Cao Xiangqian.

"Xiao Zhang, with your handwriting alone, I'm not worried that you won't be able to carry out your work in the painting shop.

Although the art shop has a commercial nature, it is after all a place where literati haunt.

The staff there have dealt with calligraphy and painting all the year round, and what they admire most are the masters of calligraphy and painting.

In my opinion, you can conquer 70.00% of the employees in the art shop with just this word. "The same is true for Cao Xiangqian. He came up and praised Zhang Junping for his handwriting.

Then start looking at the content.

Cao looked forward for more than ten minutes before putting down the plan and looking at Zhang Junping: "Has Mayor Qiu read the plan?"

Cao Xiangqian pointed it out directly: I know your relationship with Mayor Qiu, so just tell Mayor Qiu what instructions you have.

"Mayor Qiu has read it and asked me to report to you; I also said that time waits for no one." Zhang Junping naturally understood the meaning of Cao Xiangqian's words, and said the old man's meaning very simply.

The subtext is: My father-in-law is very optimistic about this plan, but I am your subordinate after all, so it is not easy to leapfrog the report. You can only report this matter to the city government.

"Well, is there anything else?"

"One more little thing, isn't it the end of the year?

I contacted a group of New Year's goods materials, intending to send a piece of care to those artists who often go to art shops to sell paintings and calligraphy. "Zhang Junping said with a smile.

"Well, your idea is very good, no matter how the future changes, you can't do without these artists.

They are the creators of works of art, and it is necessary to give them some care. Cao Xiangqian nodded with a smile, and asked again: "Yesterday, I asked Section Chief Li to send you 200,000 yuan. Is it enough?" "

"Thank you Director for your concern, you really put everything ahead of us.

All the employees of my painting shop, thank the director for his care. Zhang Junping quickly thanked him.

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