Portable Museum

"I know the manager, and I think so too. If we don't use their relationship to sign a few more old artists, then our customers will be for nothing."

"It can't be said that the invitation is for nothing! In the future, as long as they can help introduce other old artists, those who should treat should continue to invite!

Just go to Zhiweizhai, report my name, and don’t have to wait in line. "

"Manager, with your words, it will be easy!" Niu Wensheng laughed
After explaining to Chen Lijun and Niu Wensheng, Zhang Junping called Lu Guozhong over again.

"Old Lu, have you arranged for someone to meet the artist?" Zhang Junping asked directly.

Tomorrow is the opening ceremony of the Chinese Calligraphers and Painters Exchange Conference, and calligraphers and painters from all over the country should also be here today.

"It has been arranged. The bus station, railway station, and airport have all arranged people to go there." Lu Guozhong replied quickly.

"Well! It's time to test your ability to work in the office!
Well done!
After the exchange meeting is over, I will report to the bureau and recommend you to be the deputy manager of the company.

Of course, you are still in charge of the office, and you are also in charge of the security department, training center, and cafeteria. "Zhang Junping drew a cake for Lu Guozhong.

Since the establishment of the artwork company, it has not been equipped with a deputy manager, and even the company's leadership team has not been equipped, just to avoid creating constraints for Zhang Junping.

"Thank you, manager! Our office will definitely do a good job in the reception task this time." Lu Guozhong didn't expect the surprise to come so suddenly and violently, so he quickly expressed his opinion.

"Do it well! The future glory of the art company also depends on your efforts." Zhang Junping encouraged with a smile.

After sending Lu Guozhong away, Zhang Junping came to Wu Xinping's office with a teacup.

This time, Wu Xinping did not go out to visit friends, but was creating in the office.

"Master, it's so elegant to start writing vigorously early in the morning!" Zhang Junping said with a smile.

"Tongfei is here! How about looking at my calligraphy?" Wu Xinping greeted Zhang Junping with a smile when he saw Zhang Junping coming in.

"Your words are as vigorous and powerful as a swimming dragon, and like a phoenix dance, full of elegance!

It can be called flamboyant!

No wonder Master, you started to create very early in the morning. It turns out that your skills have become much deeper. "Zhang Junping complimented with a smile.

It's not a compliment either, Wu Xinping's handwriting has indeed improved a lot compared to before.

"Hehe! You fly together, you can make me happy! How can my handwriting be as good as yours!" Wu Xinping said very modestly, but the smile on his face revealed his mood.

Wu Xinping was secretly proud that his handwriting was not in vain during this period of time.

Finally, he showed his face in front of his apprentice.

Hearing Zhang Junping's praise, Wu Xinping suddenly remembered that when he was learning painting from his master, he practiced painting desperately just to get a word of praise from his master.

Thinking of this, Wu Xinping, who was still a little excited, suddenly felt dull.

"Master, almost all the artists from other places have arrived today. Did you arrange a welcome banquet tonight?" Zhang Junping asked with a smile after he had finished complimenting Wu Xinping.

"That's right! We're all old friends. Some of them haven't seen each other for many years. We want to arrange a welcome banquet and have a good chat." Wu Xinping nodded with a smile.

"Then I will communicate with the BJ Hotel, and we will set up the banquet hall in the evening. It is spacious and can accommodate many people, and it is convenient to communicate with each other." Zhang Junping said with a smile.

"Okay, then it will be in the banquet hall. You can attend with me in the evening. You also know how much the master can drink. In the evening, we will work together. Let me chat and drink with you." Thinking of the old friend whom I haven't seen for many years, Wu Xinping My mood got better again, and I joked with Zhang Junping.

"Okay! I'll go for a drink, and you come for a chat!" Zhang Junping nodded with a smile.

I chatted with Wu Xinping for a while, and told Wu Xinping about my banquet with Liu Deying and other old artists yesterday.

Although some people reported to Wu Xinping even if he didn't say it himself, speaking out by himself represented respect for Wu Xinping.

Back in the office, Zhang Junping picked up the phone, called the front desk of the BJ Hotel, and made an appointment for the banquet hall tonight.

And booked [-] tables of meals.

Although it is a banquet for artists from other places, it cannot be just Wu Xinping and him, the two of them will attend.

No matter what, you have to call old artists with more than ten or twenty BJs to accompany you.

After making the phone call and setting up the banquet, Zhang Junping went to talk to Wu Xinping again.

Back in the office, Zhang Junping suddenly had the illusion of doing nothing.

Um!Not an illusion.

He really has nothing to do now.

This is the advantage of being a leader. All the work is handed over to the subordinates, and the leader only needs to wait for the report.

"Xiangzi, go and call your Uncle Pan and Section Chief Zhai!" Zhang Junping found something for himself.

"Yes!"

Xia Guoxiang ran to call Pan Meng and Zhai Kangri.

"Manager, did you call us?" Pan Meng and Zhai Kangri came to Zhang Junping's office together.

"Today Lao Niu went to Liu Deying to sign a contract with Mr. Liu, and it is estimated that Liu Deying's apprentices and grandchildren will also sign a lot.

Therefore, the procurement of raw materials has to be put on the agenda.

I plan to let the two of you, and bring two more security officers who have reached out.

Go to Xijiang together, and go to Hotan to purchase a batch of Hetian jade.

Chief Pan over there is quite familiar with him, and after the purchase is completed, he can also contact the car to be shipped back. "Zhang Junping smiled and expressed his thoughts.

"Okay, manager. When are we going to leave?" Zhai Kangri readily agreed to Zhang Junping's decision.

If you take up this position, you must work.

"You go home today and pack up, and leave tomorrow!

You go to finance to borrow 1 million, and take the cash directly to Xijiang. Zhang Junping bowed his head and wrote a note, handing it to Zhai Kangri.

"Squad leader, we haven't applied for a gun. Without a gun, isn't it safe to go to Xijiang with so much money?" Pan Meng said.

"Hmm! You go to Section Chief Zheng and ask her to coordinate and see if the gun can be approved today."

Before the 70s and early 80s, the security departments of various units could be equipped with guns, but they had to apply to the Public Security Bureau for a gun license and police weapons.

"Yes!" Pan Meng saluted.

"If you can't approve it, you can go to my house at night." Zhang Junping said when Pan Meng and Zhai Kangri were about to leave.

"Yes!" Pan Meng agreed loudly and left the office.

After seeing off Pan Meng and Zhai Kangri, Zhang Junping leaned back on the chair, closed his eyes and meditated.

In my heart, I was thinking about the development direction of the art company.

Although the development direction of the art company has already been determined, some details still need to be adjusted according to the actual situation.

Combined with the news from Scarface, after chatting with Yang Shankui and Liu Deying and other old artists yesterday, Zhang Junping was keenly aware of a problem.

After the founding of the People's Republic of China, the original craftsmen became workers, the great working class.

The status is many times higher than before the founding of the People's Republic of China, the job is stable, the life is stable, and the income is also very stable.

However, this kind of stability has caused many people to lose one thing, and that is ingenuity.

After the new generation of craftsmen regard themselves as workers and produce handicrafts according to the production process of the factory, the handicrafts will lose their souls, and our craftsmen will also lose their ingenuity.

This is a phenomenon that represents most, though not all.

When a craftsman has no ingenuity, is he still called a craftsman?
Can handicrafts produced according to the rules and regulations be called works of art?

This is actually the same as the dispute between the little black fat man and the mainstream cross talk.

Originally, they were all folk artists, but it was only because the country recruited them in order to take care of them so that they could use their abilities to enrich ordinary people's spare time life.

Later, cross talk performers actually appeared.

Those who talk about cross talk have also become artists.

It doesn't matter, after all, as long as you can bring happiness to the common people, it doesn't matter if you are an artist.

People of the older generation feel reverence and fear towards the country and the common people who call them artists, and try their best to have a good cross talk and bring joy to the common people.

However, the new generation of cross talk actors really regard themselves as artists.

But they have forgotten that what the common people need is not cross talk performing artists, but cross talk that can bring them happiness.

Until the cross talk was about to die, the little black fat man appeared, redefining cross talk as a form of performance that brought happiness to the common people.

So, those cross talk performers are not happy, aren't you slapping us in the face?

We have already said that the decline of cross talk is because the common people don’t like cross talk, it’s because cross talk doesn’t adapt to social development, and it’s not our fault.

How good would it be for everyone to die quietly together?
You just saved the cross talk, how do you want us to explain to the leaders?
Doesn't this make us appear incompetent?

If you don't mess with you, who will you mess with?
Now, handicrafts are also facing this situation.

After everyone agrees that handicrafts should be produced in this way, and that assembly line production is efficient and scientific, handicrafts will almost die out.

In later generations, many traditional crafts almost died because of this reason.

In other words, many traditional crafts have really died.

If it really does not adapt to the social trend, it will not be a pity for the traditional craft that is destined to be eliminated by the society.

However, there are obviously many traditional crafts that are worth keeping and can survive well in the new era, but because of wrong ideas, they eventually died, which is a pity.

Fortunately, the country has realized this and made great efforts to save traditional crafts. Many traditional crafts have been revived, but there are still many traditional crafts that have been lost. We can only accept the result of their death.

What Zhang Junping has been thinking about these days is how to change this situation.

This concept cannot be allowed to continue to develop.

If I don't come to the art company, I will continue to stay in the material bureau as a buyer, even if I am the section chief, the chief of the bureau, and traditional crafts, I will not be in charge of it.

In other words, even if he was transferred to BJ's painting shop, he would operate the painting shop honestly, exchanging calligraphy and painting for foreign exchange, and he would not have to worry about traditional crafts.

But, who told him to come up with a plan to reform the art shop, and greedily extended the business scope of the art company to all traditional handicrafts.

Since it is a traditional handicraft business, it is natural to have responsibilities, and there are some things to consider.

After all, even if it is purely for the performance of the art company, he has to intervene to change the status quo of traditional crafts and traditional craftsmen.

How to do it specifically, Zhang Junping has been thinking about it, but so far, the idea has been developed, but it has not yet been formed.

Seeing Zhang Junping leaning on the chair with eyes closed, Li Wenjuan went over consciously and rubbed Zhang Junping's temples.

Zhang Junping didn't speak either, and continued to rest his eyes with his eyes closed, letting Li Wenjuan rub his temples.

After a while, Zheng Dongmei knocked on the door and came in.

"Manager, I just called the Municipal Bureau, and they said that it can be approved today.

Ask Chief Pan to go through the formalities and get the police equipment. "

"Do we need to issue any procedures here?"

"Your signature and seal are required."

"Okay! Let Pan Ke fill out the form, and I will sign and seal it." Zhang Junping nodded.

He smiled again and said, "Sister Zheng has to be the one to do it."

"Manager, I won't take you like this! Help you with things, and even taunt me." Zheng Dongmei rolled Zhang Junping's eyes and said.

"Ha ha!
I'm not taunting Sister Zheng, Sister Zheng really helped me with the police equipment.

Otherwise, I am really worried about letting Pan Meng and the four of them go to Xijiang with 1 million cash. "Zhang Junping said with a smile.

"Xiangzi, drive home and get two bottles of medicinal wine. Remember one red bottle and one blue bottle." Zhang Junping turned his head and told Xia Guoxiang.

"Manager, aren't you too stingy? For such a big event, you just give me two bottles of medicinal wine?" Zheng Dongmei also knew that Zhang Junping was very generous, and when he was not involved in official business, he was very easy-going and would have sex with him. kidding.

"Sister Zheng, after you taste it, you will know that I am not stingy.

I tell you!The red bottle is for you, and the blue bottle is for brother-in-law.

At the age of my brother-in-law, three dollars a day is enough, and the same goes for you, Sister Zheng.

Tomorrow you will know how generous I am. "Zhang Junping laughed.

"It's so mysterious, I want to see if it's really so magical." Zheng Dongmei said with a look of disbelief.

"I don't have anything to say now, but you will know tomorrow." Zhang Junping didn't distinguish anything, just said something with a smile.

The reason for giving Zheng Dongmei medicinal wine is also to further build a good relationship with Zheng Dongmei's husband.

The chief of the General Section of the Public Security Department of the Municipal Bureau, more than a 30-year-old cadre with real power at the division level.

Worth the investment.

The relationship with the Public Security Bureau has always been what he lacks.

Although through Xu Shaomin's relationship, he could also talk to the Public Security Bureau, but it was not his relationship after all.

Going beyond Xu Shaomin to find someone to do things is not particular.

But Xu Shaomin had the guts to handle everything through Xu Shaomin, but it was just too troublesome.

It's better to manage this relationship yourself.

After seeing off Zheng Dongmei, Zhang Junping got up and went to the desk.

Seeing that Zhang Junping was about to create, Li Wenjuan's eyes lit up, and she trotted forward to study ink for Zhang Junping.

When Li Wenjuan finished studying the ink, Zhang Junping took a center small Langhao brush and took up the ink.

Start drawing on rice paper.

Zhang Junping's painting is different from usual. He thought that Zhang Junping chose a long front and large wolf brush to sway and splash ink. He didn't change the brush from beginning to end. The painting was so fast that it dazzled the viewers.

But today, Zhang Junping uses the center forward's trumpet Langhao, and he draws stroke by stroke, very slowly and seriously.

Li Wenjuan didn't dare to disturb Zhang Junping, just held her breath and watched Zhang Junping's painting quietly.

It wasn't until Zhang Junping raised his pen to take up the ink that Li Wenjuan asked her doubts.

"Master, what you are painting is meticulous painting?"

"Yes!"

"Master, can you still draw fine brushwork?" Li Wenjuan asked in surprise.

Zhang Junping seldom painted meticulous paintings before, except for the Twelve Flowers, he never painted other meticulous paintings.

Since the Twelve Flowers Chapter was the pleasure of Zhang Junping and Qiu Wenyan's boudoir, it was not publicized.

Therefore, Li Wenjuan did not know that Zhang Junping could also paint fine brushwork.

"What's so surprising about me being able to draw Gongbi?
Who stipulated that if you can draw freehand brushwork, you can't be good at meticulous painting? "Zhang Junping laughed.

"No, I'm just a little surprised. Master, you are only six or seven years older than me. How come there are so many?"

"This can only be called extraordinary talent!
Your master and I, apart from being unwilling to go to school since childhood, have learned everything quickly. Basically, we belong to the type that can be mastered at first glance, and mastered after a little practice. Zhang Junping thought for a while and said with a smile.

"Master, how can you beat people like this." Li Wenjuan said with a bitter face.

"Juanzi, don't compare yourself with Master, you are already considered a very talented person.

As long as you work hard, you will surely achieve something in the future. Zhang Junping comforted with a smile.

"You might as well not comfort me." Li Wenjuan pouted.

Zhang Junping stopped chatting with Li Wenjuan and continued to paint with a brush.

It is said that the painting is slow, it is compared with freehand painting, in fact, Zhang Junping's painting is not slow at all.

About half an hour later, when Xia Guoxiang came back from taking the medicinal wine, Zhang Junping had already finished half of it.

Xia Guoxiang came in and saw Zhang Junping painting, his eyes lit up, and he didn't disturb him, he stood quietly watching Zhang Junping painting.

It was also the first time for Xia Guoxiang to see Zhang Junping's meticulous painting, and he was very absorbed in watching it.

After more than half an hour, Zhang Junping finally finished drawing the lines.

Another small white cloud was replaced and started to color.

Zhang Junping did not ask Li Wenjuan to adjust the colors, but still used ink to add color to the painting by using the thickness of the brush and ink.

It is also true that there is no need to adjust other colors. Although Zhang Junping painted meticulous paintings, what he painted was a group of ancient buildings.

Green brick with tile paint.

Blue bricks and blue tiles, without other colors, naturally reveal a strong ancient charm.

"Master, is this a meticulous painting?" Xia Guoxiang asked with bright eyes, staring at the painting on the desk.

"Yeah, didn't you see it?"

"Master, I want to learn meticulous painting!" Xia Guoxiang said with hot eyes.

"Have you decided?" Zhang Junping asked with a smile.

"Well! It's decided! I like Gongbi painting, and I like the feeling when I draw it." Xia Guoxiang nodded vigorously.

"Okay! Then you can specialize in meticulous painting in the future!" Zhang Junping said with a gratified smile.

It doesn't matter what you learn, the important thing is to find your own way.