Portable Museum

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Carpets, no matter how beautiful they are, are still trampled on. Zhang Junping turned his head and smiled.

"Forget it! I still won't go up!" Chen Lijun looked at the black footprints stepped on by Zhang Junping, and shook her head distressedly.

"Take off your shoes first! Later, I'll have someone remove the carpet." Zhang Junping also noticed the black footprints he stepped on, and smiled awkwardly.

Zhang Junping took the lead and took off his shoes, threw them on the stairs, and walked barefoot to the third floor.

Chen Lijun also blushed, took off her shoes, and followed her up to the third floor barefoot.

"In addition to the master bedroom on the third floor, there are two rooms, you and my master, each of you has a room." Zhang Junping pointed to the two rooms near the stairs.

"Ah? Oh!" Chen Lijun was taken aback for a moment, then blushed and nodded.

I don't know what's going on in my heart, and I feel a little empty.

"Why didn't you tell Secretary Wu just now?"

"Hey, I'll give him a surprise later!" Zhang Junping said with a smirk.

Zhang Junping took Chen Lijun around on the third floor, and then returned to the second floor. Almost everyone had allocated rooms.

Seeing Zhang Junping and Chen Lijun walking in, they stopped what they were doing and looked at them.

"Girls, I'm throwing a party tonight!
Partying is what we call a dinner party. Everyone is young, and they let go of eating, drinking and having fun. "After Zhang Junping announced the good news, he explained the meaning of a party very intimately.

"Rosa, from now on you will work together and help each other.

You help them learn English and French, and they teach you Chinese. "

"Sir, I will teach them to learn English and French seriously, and I will also study Chinese seriously." Rosa said seriously.

"Rosa, you speak Chinese very well!" Zhang Junping praised with a smile.

"Thank you sir, I will continue to work hard!" Rosa said happily.

After chatting with Rosa and the girls from the company for a while, Zhang Junping came to the servant's room next to him.

All gay men in the company live in the servant building.

The servant's building is still very spacious, and it can accommodate about [-] gay men, which is very loose.

"Let me tell you a few words. In the evening, I will give you a welcome and have a dinner in the form of a Western-style buffet.

It is called party in foreign countries.

Everyone let go of having fun, but one thing to note is that French girls are very enthusiastic and unrestrained.

You have to control yourselves and don't make mistakes that shouldn't be made.

Of course, if you're serious about dating, I don't care, it's okay to mess around. "

Zhang Junping's typical example is that only the state officials are allowed to set fires and the people are not allowed to light lamps.

Obviously I have made all the mistakes that I shouldn't have made, but I came to remind my subordinates not to make the same mistakes.

This is the so-called sanctimonious.

It's okay if Zhang Junping doesn't say it, but it makes everyone feel itchy.

"Master, don't worry about it. You can follow me to the third floor. There will be a special room for you." Zhang Junping smiled at Wu Xinping again.

"You boy, why didn't you say it earlier?"

"Hey! Isn't this a surprise for you!" Zhang Junping said with a smirk.

"You are not a surprise, you are torturing your master!" Wu Xinping scolded with a smile.

Zhang Junping helped Wu Xinping carry the suitcase to the third floor of the castle, and helped him put the suitcase away.

In the evening, Judy Marceau came back from shopping, and Sophie Marceau came with her.

"Master!" Sophie Marceau opened her arms and rushed towards Zhang Junping.

"Haha! Sophie, my dear little princess!" Zhang Junping hugged Sophie Marceau and turned her around a few times.

"Master, I thought you weren't coming back!"

"how could be!

Um!Our little princess Sophie has grown taller and more beautiful. Zhang Junping smiled and rubbed Sophie Marceau's hair.

It's fake to grow taller, but it's true to be beautiful.

In the past, Sophie Marceau was dressed as a tomboy. Although her flaws were not concealed, she was certainly not as beautiful as she is now dressed in women's clothing.

The main reason is that Zhang Junping gave Sophie Marceau's mother a higher-paying job, which made Sophie Marceau's mother pay more attention to Sophie Marceau than before, and began to dress her up.

"Thank you, Master!" Sophie Marceau showed a sweet smile on her face.

"Don't thank me in a hurry. I will check your homework later. If you don't do your homework well, I will punish you."

"Master, I have been doing my homework hard all the time. Look, I drew this!" Sophie Marceau took out her own sketch and showed it to Zhang Junping as if offering a treasure.

"Well, let me see!" Zhang Junping took Sophie Marceau's sketch and looked at it.

Sophie Marceau is indeed very talented in painting. He just gave pointers for a few days, and the sketches drawn by Sophie Marceau now have a good appearance, and most importantly, they are still full of spirituality.

Some people, when they didn't learn to paint, their paintings were not good-looking, but they were full of spirituality. Once they started to learn to paint, the formal painting method suppressed this spirituality.

From genius to mediocrity.

In fact, this is not the painter's fault, but the teacher who teaches painting does not know how to teach students. When teaching painting, he suppresses the spirituality of students.

"Sophie, let me introduce someone to you!" Zhang Junping dragged Sophie Marceau to Wu Xinping's side, showing off to him.

"Sophie, this is my master, you call me master!
Master, this is an apprentice I accepted in Paris. She is very talented in painting. Take a look, this is her work. "Showing off, he handed Sophie Marceau's sketch to Zhang Junping.

When Sophie Marceau was apprenticed to a teacher before, she already knew about the inheritance of Chinese teachers and learned a little about the rules of apprenticeship in China.

"Master!" He knelt down respectfully and kowtowed to Wu Xinping.

"Good boy, get up!" Wu Xinping said in fluent French.

"Huh? Master, do you understand French?" Zhang Junping asked in surprise.

"Nonsense, do you think the master is for nothing? I also traveled around the world back then!" Wu Xinping gave Zhang Junping a blank look and said with a slightly smug smile.

"Master is awesome!" Zhang Junping gave Wu Xinping a thumbs up.

Wu Xinping, many of the older generation of artists, have the experience of studying abroad. As the capital of art, France is naturally indispensable.

Even many domestic artists, such as Lin Fengmian and Wu Guanzhong, majoring in oil painting, once studied in Paris, France.

Both Zhang Daqian and Xu Beihong also studied painting in Paris.

Wu Xinping was a little jealous of his apprentice's luck. He was able to receive such an excellent apprentice thousands of miles away.

In China, Wu Xinping has met Zhang Junping’s apprentices. They are all excellent, but how should I put it, they are excellent and will definitely achieve something in the future, but they lack spirituality and cannot become great artists.

However, the little French girl in front of me is different. Her paintings are full of imagination, that is, full of spirituality.

As long as you cultivate it well, this spirituality will not disappear with age, and you will surely become a generation of great artists.

The key lies in how to cultivate it. In Wu Xinping's life, he has seen many students who were full of spirituality in their youth, but most of them, this spirituality disappeared with age.

"Tongfei, you, you are quite busy with work, how about Master take care of your apprentice?" Wu Xinping was moved, and discussed with Zhang Junping with a sneer.

"Master, as a master, shouldn't you teach her? Besides, painting is different from other things, and you don't need to teach her by hand.

Look at those apprentices in my family, they don't teach very well? Zhang Junping reminded with a smile.

He has no objection to Wu Xinping teaching his apprentices for him. When he was at home, Zhang Junping often asked Li Wenjuan and Xia Guoxiang to ask Wu Xinping for painting skills.

What he was afraid of was that Wu Xinping was too caring and taught too much, which instead suppressed Sophie Marceau's nature.

Sophie Marceau's artistic talent is obvious to all. It can be seen from the movies she made, which is very spiritual.

Her early films were very spiritual, and she was called a French princess, but her later films became more and more mediocre.

The only thing that can occupy your feet is sexy.

A living negative teaching material ruined by money interests.

This time, since they met by fate, Zhang Junping will never let Sophie Marceau be ruined by fame and fortune again.

Who made him a fan of Sophie Marceau.

Over there, Judy has already led the people to start making dinner, and the grill and everything have been set up.

Zhang Junping brought Sophie Marceau to the edge of the swimming pool, and shouted to the timid subordinate who wanted to help but was a little shy: "Everyone, don't just watch, give your hand.

Our party is called a self-help party, that is, everything needs to be done by yourself.

living comfortably without anybody's help!

Get busy! "

Following Zhang Junping's order, everyone started to get busy.

By the swimming pool, it was very lively, Chinese mixed with English, the language barrier, but everyone was very enthusiastic.

Seeing this scene, Zhang Junping laughed with satisfaction.

He organized this party in order to eliminate the strangeness between everyone as soon as possible.

In this way, we can cooperate better.

"Master, I'll help too!" Seeing everyone busy preparing dinner, Sophie Marceau was also eager to try.

"Go! Don't make trouble!" Zhang Junping patted Sophie Marceau on the head and laughed.

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"It's nice to be young!" Zhang Junping said to Wu Xinping with a smile while sitting on a beach chair watching the lively scene not far away, holding a glass of red wine.

"Don't pretend to be old-fashioned all day long, you are not a few years older than them." Wu Xinping gave Zhang Junping a blank look.

"If you don't tell me, I'll forget about it." Zhang Junping said with a smile.

Although he is only 25 years old this year, his identity makes him look more mature.

"As expected of the imperial guards, they are really versatile!" Zhang Junping looked at the company guards who were skilled in roasting food with some surprise.

It never occurred to Zhang Junping that among the people from China, the best English is actually these veterans from the Imperial Guard.

However, if you think about it, the jobs these people have worked in the past can also be understood.

However, then again, it is really wasteful. Such an excellent veteran can't find a job, and the head of the Imperial Guard needs to call the local government to ask for favors in order to resettle some of them.

"Master, I will go to the embassy tomorrow to deliver news to the country. I want as many veterans as there are from the Imperial Guard.

The security department can't accommodate them, so they can be placed in other departments.

These are talents! "

"You're right, these are talents!" Wu Xinping nodded in agreement.

"However, you want so many people, how do you plan to arrange them?"

"Place some people in various departments and train them slowly, and these people will become the backbone of the company in the future.

They are definitely not garbage eliminated by the army, but talents that the army regularly sends to society, and they are all treasures.

It's just because of one reason or another that no one has discovered these valuable talents, or they have discovered them, and due to some reason, it is impossible to provide them with a platform to display their talents.

Now that we have discovered it, we must not let it go. "

"Think carefully, don't look at people with colored glasses just because you are a demobilized soldier." Wu Xinping reminded.

"No! If I look at people with colored glasses, then I also use colored glasses to look at the Old Eighth Company, not the Guards." Zhang Junping laughed.

Neither of them went to the party, afraid of disturbing everyone's interest, but sat aside and chatted.

This was a very successful party, which successfully eliminated the strangeness and tension that everyone felt when they first arrived in a foreign country.

Early the next morning, Zhang Junping called everyone together for a meeting and emphasized discipline.

"No one is allowed to go out alone, you must ask for leave, you must have more than three people to pass, and you must be accompanied by comrades from the security department."

After the general meeting, Zhang Junping held a separate meeting with the security department.

"Zhou Yan, you are their captain, you have to manage them well.

I know that the comrades in our security department are very popular, but we must also pay attention to our sense of proportion. I don't mind if you have a relationship or something, but you can't mess around.

You should observe this as military discipline. "Zhang Junping emphasized half-jokingly.

The Imperial Guards represent the image of the country, and all the Imperial Guards are elites who have been selected after thousands of selections. Not only military literacy, but also height and appearance, all of which have been strictly screened.

Although not as strict as the guards, every guard is tall and tall with a height of 1.7 meters or more, and looks good.

Long-term physical fitness and body shape are fatally alluring to open-minded French girls.

Last night, Zhang Junping saw that many shop assistants fired at the comrades in the security department.

Zhang Junping didn't object to the people from the security office taking those French girls down, but he was afraid that there would be too many monks and too little food would cause unnecessary trouble.

"Although you are familiar with the terrain and city streets of Paris, then hurry up and get a driver's license. Everyone must have a common European driver's license.

Because, in the next step, your work is not limited to Paris, France, but to face the whole of Europe. "

"Yes!" Everyone stood at attention and shouted loudly.

"Okay, Zhou Yan will take two people out with me later, and the others are free to move about." Now that the discipline has been set, Zhang Junping will not violate it.

Zhang Junping took Zhou Yan and two other comrades from the security department, together with Wu Xinping and Chen Lijun, to the store at Charles de Gaulle Square.

"Master, this is our store, which is currently being renovated." Zhang Junping pointed to the store under renovation and introduced to Wu Xinping.

"Hmm! It's not bad here, it's the most prosperous area in Paris." Wu Xinping looked around and nodded with satisfaction.

"Yes, next to it is LV's flagship store, and not far away are Union Bank of Switzerland, Credit Suisse Bank, and Bank of France.

Our neighbors are Givenchy and Lancome, which are considered very good luxury brands in Paris.

Everything else is good, but the decoration here is too slow. In our country, the work can be done in half a month, but it takes more than two months to complete it here. "Zhang Junping complained.

The speed of decoration is what he is most dissatisfied with, but there is no other way.

Unless he is willing to pay, several times the price.

Zhang Junping took Wu Xinping and Chen Lijun around the store, and then returned to the manor.

Ask Chen Lijun to arrange for people from the company to go out for fun, accompanied by Rosa, Lisa and other shop assistants. Of course, each team must be accompanied by comrades from the security department.

This is not surveillance, but their protection.

Foreign countries are not as safe as domestic ones.

Zhang Junping drove Wu Xinping, Zhou Yan and others to Wenzhou Street to visit Mr. Yang Yeming.

Yang Yeming naturally welcomed Zhang Junping's arrival, especially seeing Wu Xinping made Yang Yeming happy.

"Minghe, farewell for 30 years, I never thought we would meet again!" Yang Yeming shook Wu Xinping's hand excitedly.

"Brother Yeming, you still look good after so many years!" Wu Xinping said with a smile while holding Yang Yeming's hand.

"Old, old!"

"Yes! We are all old! Hearing your news, Uncle Yuan burst into tears with excitement! If it wasn't for work, he would have flown to Paris to meet you right away.

This is the letter that Yuan Bo entrusted me to deliver. "Wu Xinping took out the letter written by Qigong to Yang Yeming and handed it to him.

Yang Yeming took Qigong's letter and opened it with trembling hands. What he saw was old tears, "Uncle Yuan has suffered all these years! Fortunately, all the hardships are rewarding!"

"Yeah! It's hard work, and it will get better and better in the future! In July, Uncle Yuan will come to Paris with the exhibitors, and then you two can meet." Wu Xinping comforted.

Zhang Junping respectfully accompanied the last seat, watching the two chatting, recalling the glorious past, and talking freely about their respective experiences in these years.

At noon, during the meal at Yang's Mansion, Wu Xinping, who had half a drink, actually drank a drink or two before getting drunk.

"Hehe, this Minghe, after so many years, still has the same drinking capacity!" Yang Yeming also knew about Wu Xinping's drinking capacity.

"Old Yang, my master has played a super long game today, and usually falls down after half a drink, but today he drank more than a drink.

Nice to see you too! "Zhang Junping smoothed things over for his master.

"Hehe, I know, I know your master's drinking capacity, little friend, let me drink." Yang Yeming greeted Zhang Junping to continue drinking.

"I respect Mr. Yang!" Zhang Junping raised his glass.

"Little friend, how are the preparations for the tour going? Is there anything I, an old guy, can help with? Let's just say, I live in Paris. Although I don't have much skills, I still know a few people."

"I would like to thank Mr. Yang first! I have entrusted Stuart Gallery with full authority for the touring exhibition.

If there is a need, I will definitely not be polite to Mr. Yang! "