Portable Museum

Chapter 238 Sending Caring to Artists
Seeing Zhang Junping calmly and unhurriedly talking about his plan.

Wu Xinping suddenly had a feeling that he was quite old.

Take one step and look at three steps, it is this kid who is talking about.

A simple New Year's benefit has allowed him to come up with so many tricks and make a lot of foreshadowing.

The smell of ink and copper coexist?

Dare to say it!
But he had to admit that Zhang Junping hit the nail on the head.

How can there be any artist who does not bend his waist for five buckets of rice?

Artists are human too!Humans have seven emotions and six desires.

Those who do not have the seven emotions and six desires are saints, not artists.

This kid is so accurate in grasping the hearts of those artists!

For a while, Wu Xinping became interested in talents, and it would be great if this was his apprentice!
"Hehe, let's do it according to you! I dare not stop your plan.

Otherwise, I would be a sinner in the painting shop!
Downstairs, Xiao Chen, Xiao Guo and the others must hate me to death? "Wu Xinping said with a smile.

"Since you have no objection, Mr. Wu, I will arrange for Mingtang to start posting.

Send our own first, and then send a heartfelt message to those artists. "

"Xiao Zhang, how do you plan to give those artists? Is it still the same as our benefits?" Wu Xinping asked with a smile.

"Of course it can't be the same! There are too many samples and it doesn't look good.

I mean, each person will get a bag of rice, a bag of flour, ten catties of soybean oil, and four big yellow croakers.

The four gifts are no more, no less. "

"Hiss..." Wu Xinping couldn't help taking a breath.

This handwriting is not small.

"Well, let's do as you want!" Wu Xinping nodded slightly.

He really didn't know whether to call Zhang Junping a prodigal, or to praise him for his courage and generosity.

Back in the office, Zhang Junping thought about it and decided to go to the Publishing Bureau.

After all, the bureau just allocated 200,000 to them, and now the painting shop is giving benefits, if you don't communicate with the bureau, it seems a bit ignorant.

At the door of Cao Qianqian's office again, there was a new secretary.

"Hello! Is Director Cao there? I'm Zhang Junping from the painting shop. I'm here to report to the leader."

"Hi store manager Zhang, the director is reading documents inside! Wait a moment!" The secretary politely let him go to his office and made a cup of tea for Zhang Junping.

He had heard that his predecessor was driven away by the director because he offended the person in front of him.

The secretary lightly knocked on the door and entered Cao Xiangqian's office. After a while, he came out and said to Zhang Junping with a smile, "Director, please come in."

"Thank you!" After thanking Zhang Junping, he knocked on the door and entered Cao Xiangqian's office.

"Hello, Chief!"

"Xiao Zhang is here! Sit down!" Cao Xiangqian sat behind the desk and greeted Zhang Junping with a smile.

Zhang Junping sat on the chair opposite the chief.

"Director, it's not the Chinese New Year, I'm thinking of giving some year-end benefits to the employees of the painting shop.

Come and report to you. " Zhang Junping said respectfully with his back straight.

"This..." Cao Xiangqian thought that Zhang Junping had come to ask for benefits from the bureau, so he frowned slightly, thinking about how to speak.

"It's Chinese New Year! It is also appropriate to give employees some year-end benefits.

Just, Xiao Zhang!

The art shop had just been assigned to the Publishing Bureau, and the welfare of the bureau had already been decided before the art shop came over.

Temporary increase is indeed more difficult.

You go back and explain it to your comrades.

For my side, let the comrades in the office think of a way to gather some supplies..."

"Director, that... I didn't come to ask you for supplies!" Zhang Junping looked at the troubled Cao Xiangqian, a little embarrassed, and hurriedly explained.

"No supplies?" Cao Xiangqian breathed a sigh of relief, it would be easy if he didn't need supplies.

"Director, this is our preliminary welfare list.

You take a look.

The main reason is that the art shop has just been transferred from Xinhua Bookstore to our publishing bureau, and people's hearts are not stable, so there are a little more things in terms of benefits. Zhang Junping explained while handing the list to Cao Xiangqian with both hands.

"..." Cao Xiangqian looked at the list in his hand and murmured in his heart: Do you have a little too much?More than anything posted in the Bureau.

"Xiao Zhang! I understand your feelings. You want to use year-end benefits to stabilize the morale of the army. I support this.

It's just that so many supplies..."

"Boss, we have prepared the supplies.

No, there is still some more, I came here just to ask the director, do we still need it in the bureau? "Zhang Junping quickly opened his mouth and said his purpose.

"You said that you have already contacted the supplies, and there is still a lot more?" Cao Xiangqian asked in surprise.

Whether the Publishing Bureau needs supplies or not, it is too much.

Even if the welfare of the bureau has been fixed, but visiting the brother units with business contacts also requires supplies.

"Yeah! I didn't worry enough, so I contacted more.

Now there are five tons of rice left, five tons of noodles, dried mushrooms, pine nuts, walnuts and other mountain products, and there are still about [-] tons. "Zhang Junping said with a smile.

"Okay, okay! Xiao Zhang is good! You can solve problems proactively. This kind of work attitude is very good!

Leave the excess supplies to the Bureau!It will be distributed uniformly by the Bureau, so there is no problem with this, right? " Cao Xiangqian was overjoyed and said with a smile.

"no problem!
But, Director, you also know that we have just been transferred to our publishing bureau, and the 200,000 start-up funds given by the bureau are on the account.

The money to buy welfare..." Zhang Junping readily agreed, then looked at Cao Xiangqian with embarrassment and said.

"It doesn't matter, the employees of the painting shop are also employees of the bureau. The money you buy for welfare comes from the bureau." Cao Xiangqian said straightforwardly.

"Thank you, Director!" Zhang Junping hurriedly thanked him, then took out the purchase list he had prepared earlier, and handed it to Cao Qianqian.

Cao Xiangqian didn't even look at it, and happily signed it.

After reporting on the work and achieving the goal, Zhang Junping hurriedly said goodbye and left.

By the way, go to the finance department and get the money.

In the evening, after Zhang Junping sent Qiu Wenyan home, he came to the warehouse outside Guang'an Gate alone.

Take out the supplies you need tomorrow.

Tuo of hairtail is very easy to sell now, and it is sold out as soon as it goes on the market.

It doesn't even need to be sold by the stall owner. It's just two or three people. Three or four people take the initiative to form a group, buy a lump, go back and melt the ice by themselves, and then weigh and distribute it.

So, this time, Zhang Junping directly filled a warehouse with hairtail fish, and there were more than 6000 ice cubes.

Another room was changed, and Zhang Junping filled the room with swimming crabs, prawns, and yellow croakers.

Change another chamber and fill it directly with cotton cloth.

For the Chinese New Year, when such supplies appear, they will soon be submerged in a sea of ​​people like a splash.

It's a pity, Zhang Junping sighed secretly, there are many other seafood in the space, such as king crab the size of a pot lid, cod, herring weighing tens of catties, and polar sea cucumber and abalone. Easy to take out.

After putting away the things, Zhang Junping went straight back to the courtyard.

It was already past eleven o'clock at night, and Zhang Junping quietly moved his bicycle into the courtyard, and then carefully closed the courtyard door.

Because recently, Zhang Junping didn't come back until after ten o'clock at night and eleven o'clock at night.

Uncle Liu didn't wait for him anymore, but left the door open for him. After Zhang Junping came back, he would close the door.

Back in the house, Zhang Junping lay down on the bed after washing up, and fell asleep after a while.

If you can't sleep, you are idle and not tired enough.

Zhang Junping was busy at the work unit during the day, not to mention intrigue, but also to talk and act with his brain.

After work at night, I have to go to Dashilan to make furniture.

Therefore, Zhang Junping sleeps very well now and sleeps until dawn.

Early the next morning, Zhang Junping rode to the rolling mill, said hello to the logistics department, borrowed two trucks, and returned to the painting shop with two carts of supplies.

The two heavy trucks parked at the entrance of the painting shop were still very eye-catching. Before Zhang Junping could enter, Guo Meizhen came out to check the situation.

In fact, she had already been out several times in the morning, and when she heard the sound of the car, she couldn't help but come out to have a look.

"Shop Manager Zhang, you're back!" Guo Meizhen greeted Zhang Junping while looking at the truck.

"Sister Guo, our welfare has been brought back, tell them to go inside and unload their things!" Zhang Junping said with a smile.

"I know, I'm going to call someone!" Guo Meizhen twisted her waist, ran into the painting shop, yelled loudly, and asked someone to come out to carry things.

Zhang Junping watched from behind, genuinely worried about Guo Meizhen's waist, the load itself was heavy enough, and if the frequency of twisting was increased, how could it be unbearable.

After a while, all the people from the painting shop came down.

Although there are many things pulled over, there are not many things that need to be unloaded.

There are three people in the cafeteria in the painting shop, plus Li Wenjuan and Xia Guoxiang, there are 32 people in total.

It's only a few hundred catties of rice noodles and a few hundred catties of mountain products. It doesn't take so many people at all. Half of the people can unload the things at one time.

The most troublesome thing is the soybean oil. There are a total of six iron barrels of soybean oil, all of which must be unloaded and repacked.

"Master, I have to trouble you to wait for a while!" Zhang Junping took out four packs of cigarettes and gave them to the two drivers, two packs each.

It is the job of the leaders themselves, Zhang Junping has such a good way, good smoke is waiting for him, they naturally don't mind waiting a little longer.

After explaining to the driver, Zhang Junping walked into the painting shop.

In the business hall on the first floor, they had already cleared out a large space, which was filled with supplies such as rice and flour that had just been pulled over.

"Well, bring the pockets for rice and flour, right?"

"Bring it! Bring it!"

"Brought it!"

Everyone said with a smile.

"That's fine!
"Old Lu, you and your finance department will be responsible for dividing the rice and noodles for everyone."

"Sister Chen, take the people from the business hall and separate those mountain goods."

"Master Qin, Master Zhou, and Master Ma, you three departments are responsible for pouring the soybean oil in Tietong into plastic buckets."

"Xiao Xia, go to Dashan and ask him to bring hairtail, swimming crab, prawn, and cotton cloth.

Here is the list, send according to this quantity! "

"Xiao Li, you go to the rolling mill again, find Director Hu, and ask him to arrange a car to deliver five tons of rice, five tons of flour, and twenty tons of various goods to the publishing bureau."

Standing in the business hall, Zhang Junping issued a series of orders to everyone.

Everyone is very face-saving, talking and laughing while working, thinking about how to live this year.

"You guys are busy first. I'll go upstairs and make a phone call to ask the farm to deliver the pork and mutton." Seeing everyone's enthusiasm, Zhang Junping said with a smile.

"Go, go! Just leave it to us here."

Everyone was working happily and waved to Zhang Junping.

It seemed that they were disgusted with him for delaying their work.

This may be the job they are most willing to do.

When Zhang Junping finished making the phone call and went downstairs, Lu Guozhong had already divided up the rice noodles and put them in the bags everyone brought.

Chen Lijun also divided the mountain goods and packed them in woven bags, one serving per person, exactly 32 servings.

When Zhang Junping came down, everyone was helping to pack soybean oil.

Some people carry empty barrels, some carry oil cans out of iron barrels, some hold plastic barrels, and some unscrew the caps, and some carry the packed soybean oil to the side and stack them neatly. The division of labor is clear, and the work is in full swing.

Zhang Junping saw that there were still people who couldn't intervene, so he greeted: "Those who are idle, help to load the packed soybean oil into the car.

After a while, I will send care to those artists. "

Scarface moved very quickly. Before the soybean oil was finished, he led people to the painting shop on a three-wheeled scooter.

"Master Zhang, everything you asked for has been delivered." Scarface approached Zhang Junping and reported in a low voice.

"Hmm! Bring cotton cloth, hairtail fish, swimming crab and prawns into the store.

Load the yellow croaker into the car. "Zhang Junping ordered.

"Yes!

Come on, move the cotton...all in! "Scarface agreed and greeted to start working.

There wasn't much in all, and it was over quickly.

"Master Zhang, what else do you want?"

"You can deal with the rest of the things in the warehouse.

At the end of the year, also send something to the brothers who follow you.

Just get out of the warehouse! "Zhang Junping said with a smile.

"On behalf of my brothers, thank you, Master Zhang!" Scarface said directly without refusing.

On the contrary, Zhang Junping likes such a scarred face even more.

"Go get busy! In a few days, I'll finish my work here and drink together." Zhang Junping smiled and patted Scarface's shoulder.

Packing soybean oil is more troublesome. I have been busy until lunch, but I haven't finished packing it yet.

Zhang Junping called two drivers and had lunch together in the cafeteria of the painting shop.

It was not until after two o'clock in the afternoon that all the soybean oil was packed.

"Mr. Wu, everything is ready, let's go?" Zhang Junping said to the old store manager with a smile.

Wu Xinping has also been helping below.

"Okay! Let's go and meet those old friends!" Wu Xinping waved proudly.

At this moment, Wu Xinping felt a little grateful to Zhang Junping.

It was this young man who gave him such a proud day.

How does it feel to deliver Chinese New Year gifts door-to-door to those old friends in a truck?
Wu Xinping didn't know, anyway, he already felt very refreshed before he set off.

There are about more than 100 people who often go to the art shop to sell calligraphy and paintings, and there are more than 20 people who are friends of Wu Xinping.

Although these people have never sold calligraphy and paintings, Wu Xinping used the method of beating the autumn wind to sell calligraphy and paintings from them in art shops.

This is how it is done. When friends get together, they will occasionally make fun of him: fire prevention, theft prevention and Xinping protection.

Although it was a joke, Wu Xinping still held his breath in his heart.

Today's breath can finally come out.

"Mr. Wu and I won't be coming back today, when you get off work, just take your things and go.

You all know how much the year-end benefits are, check it out yourself, I am not responsible for the lack of it. " Zhang Junping confessed, then got into the car and followed Wu Xinping to give gifts.

Artists who sell calligraphy and paintings are mainly concentrated in universities, such as the Central Academy of Fine Arts, China Academy of Arts and Crafts, BJ Academy of Painting, and Tsinghua University and Peking University.

There are also some experts and scholars from the Palace Museum Research Institute.

Everyone lives in a relatively concentrated place, so you don't have to travel too much.

The first stop I went to was the Central Academy of Fine Arts, because it was the closest.

Wu Xinping led the way in the first car, and Zhang Junping followed in the second car.

The car drove into the Central Academy of Fine Arts and came to the place where professors live, the so-called professor building.

In this era, there is no dedicated professor villa area.

Wu Xinping jumped out of the car, his movements were nimble, not at all like someone more than 60, almost 70 years old.

"Hey! Dean Wu is here! What brought you here today?" A white-haired old man asked with a smile after seeing Wu Xinping.

In addition to being the manager of BJ's painting shop, Wu Xinping is also the honorary president of BJ's painting academy.

Two trucks came in, and there was still a lot of noise.

Many people were looking out of the windows.

It can be seen that professors and artists also have the heart of gossip.

Zhang Junping also quickly jumped out of the car and walked to Wu Xinping's side.

"Dean Wu, I'm here to give you a gift!" Wu Xinping said with a laugh.

"You, Wu Xinping, would actually give me a gift? It's really weird!" the white-haired old man said with a smile.

"Xiao Zhang, let me introduce to you, this is Dean Wu Zuoren from CAFA, and Dean Wu has always supported our art shop.

Old Wu, this is the new manager of our painting shop. "Zhang Junping introduced to the two.

"Hello, Mr. Wu! I have admired your name for a long time, and it is a great honor to meet you today!" Zhang Junping clasped his fists at Wu Zuoren in salute.

"Shop Manager Zhang, it's a pleasure to meet you!" Wu Zuoren didn't understand what was going on, but he still bowed his hand and returned the salute.

"To thank all the artists and countries for their decades of support to our art shop.

During the festive season, we have prepared a small gift to thank you for your support. Seeing that many old acquaintances came out, Wu Xinping clasped his fists at the crowd, and said loudly with full air.

"Old Wu, your words are beautiful, but what kind of gift did you give us?" An old man with gray hair joked with Wu Xinping.

"Lao Jiang, I know that you just came back and it will be difficult, so I prepared a bag of rice, a bag of flour, ten catties of soybean oil, and four yellow croakers for you." Wu Xinping said with a laugh.

After speaking, he introduced to Zhang Junping: "Xiao Zhang, this is Dean Jiang Fengjiang from CAFA."

"Hello Mr. Jiang! I have long admired your name!" Zhang Junping hurriedly clasped his fists and bowed in salute.

The attitude is more respectful than that of Wu Zuoren.

Jiang Feng is an old artist who truly deserves respect.

Some people think that since Jiang Feng's unfortunate death, Yangmei has gone from bad to worse, and there are no more masters.

There is also Wu Zuoren as a successor, and it has something to do with not being able to convince the public.

　Ask for a monthly pass!It's the end of the month, don't stay!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)