Portable Museum

Oh!I heard from Liu Jingshan that your painting is very good, at the level of a master. Father Qiu nodded and smiled.

"Yes, sold more than 300 oil paintings that I painted myself.

Unexpectedly, Paris is indeed the capital of art, with more than 300 oil paintings sold for 9000 million US dollars. "

"How much?" Father Qiu stood up from the chair again, and knocked down the chair because he stood too hard.

"Six hundred and ninety million dollars.

You see, this is an agency sales contract, which is a sales contract signed between the agency and the gallery. Zhang Junping took out a dozen contracts and showed them to Father Qiu.

"Is this English?" Father Qiu glanced at it, and found that the paper was full of tadpole letters, and he didn't know a single word.

"It's French.

This is an agency sales contract, a contract signed between me and the agent.

It stipulates that the price of each oil painting cannot be lower than 1000 million French francs.

Then, after the sale, I give him a 5.00% commission. "Zhang Junping pointed to a contract and explained.

This contract is naturally a real contract that he signed with himself.

"These are art sales contracts signed by the agent and those galleries.

The French are really rich. An oil painting can sell for 1000 million francs, which is worth 200 million US dollars.

It made me want to simply quit my job and go home and concentrate on painting.

In that way, it is estimated that within a few years, he will become the richest man in the world. " Zhang Junping explained with a smile.

"I want to lock you in a small dark room right now, and don't draw thirty or fifty paintings a day, and don't give you food." Father Qiu said viciously.

It's so annoying, a painting is more than my lifetime salary.

By the way, how much can domestic oil paintings sell for?

It seems to have been heard that the cheap ones are only a few yuan, and the expensive ones are only a hundred yuan.

Compared with this, Qiu's father was shocked to find that all the calligraphy and paintings in BJ's painting shop were worth less than a pair of paintings by his son-in-law.

"Pingzi, do you know BJ's painting shop?"

"I know! It is said that all the calligraphy and paintings of famous Chinese modern artists are sold there." Zhang Junping was shocked, why did he ignore BJ's painting shop?

"If you were to operate all the paintings in the painting shop, how much would you sell them for?" Father Qiu asked with a solemn expression while staring at Zhang Junping.

"Dad, those are the calligraphy of modern Chinese artists, and they are priceless treasures.

However, because of the current social environment, their value has not been reflected.

Our ancestors have a saying, called Antiques in Prosperous Times, Gold in Troubled Times.

We are still working hard to solve the problem of food and clothing, how can we have the heart to buy paintings?

So, I really can't guarantee how much it will sell for.

Unless all these calligraphy and paintings are taken abroad, after some market operations, they can be sold at a high price.

They can be sold for several thousand or tens of thousands of dollars. For some paintings by Zhang Daqian, Xu Beihong, and Qi Baishi, it should be no problem to sell them for hundreds of thousands of dollars. "

As soon as Zhang Junping finished speaking, Father Qiu's eyes lit up.

"But, Dad! If I get all these pictures abroad and sell them.

It is estimated that in a few decades, someone will nail me to the pillar of shame and call me a traitor and a dealer in cultural relics. "Zhang Junping said with a wry smile.

At this time, it is definitely not a good idea to take over BJ's painting shop.

The price is too low to achieve the purpose of letting him go.

However, if you want to sell at a high price, you must either sell it abroad or collect it yourself.

However, asking him to collect these paintings at a high price is really uncomfortable.

The market price is five yuan, and you have to ask me to buy it for 50 yuan.

It's not comfortable to change anyone, it has nothing to do with whether you have money or not.

Therefore, Zhang Junping was really in a dilemma.

"How can we Communists care about mere infamy?

The chief designer said that the merits and demerits are for future generations to comment on.

Let's do the right thing right now, with no regrets.

Pingzi, the country is reforming and opening up, vigorously developing the economy, and urgently needs a large amount of foreign exchange.

Is your reputation important, or is it important for the country's development? Father Qiu stood in front of Zhang Junping and looked at Zhang Junping seriously.

Father Qiu's eyes contained blazing feelings, which were ardent feelings for the country, the Communist Party, and the nation.

This hot feeling burned Zhang Junping's heart.

This is our proletarian revolutionary predecessors.

For the sake of the country and the nation, they threw their heads and blood, disregarding their personal honor and disgrace.

Zhang Junping has never understood this kind of feeling and what made them do this.

An illiterate old man sent his men and children to the front line. When the man died, the son went on; the eldest son died, the second son went; the second son died, the third son went; the third son died, the fourth son went.

Until all the men in the family died.

Why is that?

This may be national blood!

It is the blood spirit of the Chinese nation that has survived thousands of years and suffered several hardships.

This kind of bloodiness is usually not obvious, but it will explode every time the country and the nation are dying.

Destroy all incoming enemies.

"Dad!" Zhang Junping opened his mouth, feeling a little hoarse in his throat.

"Can you do it? Dare you do it?" Father Qiu asked, staring into Zhang Junping's eyes.

"Capable!" Zhang Junping's voice was hoarse, and he nodded vigorously.

"Okay! Tomorrow, I will suggest to the Municipal Party Committee and Municipal Government that you be the manager of BJ's Art Shop and take full responsibility for all the work of BJ's Art Shop." Father Qiu patted Zhang Junping on the shoulder in relief.

"Dad, I... didn't you tell me to go to the import and export trading company?" Zhang Junping asked carefully.

"Import and export trading company, no more!

If you can, you go to BJ's painting store, you are not required to sell a painting for several million dollars, you only need to sell a few thousand dollars, it is a great achievement!

It is the greatest contribution to the country's reform and opening up! Father Qiu's eyes were bright.

Ok!

Zhang Junping was speechless.

Who will put a fickle old man on the stall, let the old man say what he says!

Zhang Junping didn't want to rebel against his father-in-law's decision, mainly because being the manager of BJ's painting shop was more to his liking.

Except, after selling these paintings and calligraphy abroad, which made him feel very uncomfortable, everything else was fine.

However, Zhang Junping also comforted himself, I am working hard for the reform and opening up of the country and the rejuvenation of the nation.

For national rejuvenation.

I take the blame, I am happy.

"Let's go! Let's go out! If you don't go out, your mother should come in and remind you." Father Qiu rarely said jokingly.

It can be seen that Father Qiu is in a very good mood at this time.

The son-in-law has such a large family business, at least he doesn't have to worry about his daughter's life in the future.

The most important thing is that the son-in-law is willing to serve as the manager of the thankless painting shop for the revival of the country and the nation, which shows his responsibility.

A responsible man doesn't have to worry that his daughter will suffer if she follows him.

Father Qiu was in a good mood and made an exception to drink two more glasses of wine in the evening.

He also offered a toast to Zhang Junping.

This surprised the whole family.

After dinner, Zhang Junping wanted to spend some time with his wife, but Qiu Wenyu didn't turn off the light bulb, which made him feel very inconvenient.

I can only give up, say goodbye and leave.

It was past nine o'clock in the evening when we returned to the courtyard.

"Uncle Liu, haven't you rested yet?" Zhang Junping smiled and greeted the old man who heard the movement and came out to check.

"No! People are old and feel less." Uncle Liu responded with a smile.

This kind of conversation, almost every time Zhang Junping came back at night, would say it again.

"Uncle Liu, these are the cigars I brought back from abroad, please try it and see if you like it." Zhang Junping took out two cigars and handed them to Uncle Liu.

"Cuban cigars are a good thing!" Uncle Liu took the cigar, put it on his nose and smelled it.

"Well, it's this flavor! Authentic Cuban cigars!

I haven't tasted cigars for 30 years. I didn't expect that thanks to your boy, I can still taste cigars when I'm old. "Uncle Liu said reminiscently.

Uncle Liu was also an overseas student when he was young.

It is said that he used to brag about his knowledge abroad.

Later, I almost caused trouble because of this, and since then, I have kept silent about my experience of studying abroad.

"You like this flavor, I still have two boxes, I'll give you both later!" Zhang Junping said with a smile.

"No, no! With these two, a taste is enough!

These Cuban cigars are not cheap, one or two months' wages are waiting for me. Uncle Liu refused with a smile and waved his hands.

"It's okay, I bought it as a rarity, and I don't like the smell very much, so it's a waste to keep it.

After the Chinese New Year, I will move out. If you want to smoke in the future, you have to ask your son-in-law to buy it for you! "Zhang Junping laughed.

"Oh! Then I won't be polite to you!" Uncle Liu agreed with a sigh.

The main reason is to know that Zhang Junping is not short of money, and the other one is that his son-in-law can take good care of his small family, which is good.

Buy him cigars, and he will die.

Back home, Zhang Junping bought himself a cup of hot water first.

Then he took the washbasin to fetch some cold water and came back to wash his face.

Then he sat in a chair, thinking about the conversation he had with his father-in-law today.

It is also a helpless move to reveal one's family background to the old man.

Taking an official career and becoming a big official in the frontier in the future is pretty beautiful to think about.

It's not that I don't want to go, it's that I don't dare to go.

Tell the father-in-law about your family background, so that he can count, so that when the father-in-law needs anything in the future, he can also have a count in his heart.

Don't blindly make wrong judgments.

Then, Zhang Junping began to think about how to operate after taking over BJ's painting shop.

With the help of his high antique collection experience in later generations, he slowly sorted out the clues bit by bit.

The more Zhang Junping thought about it, the more excited he became. The manager of this painting shop really likes him, and it is simply tailor-made for him.

Simple calligraphy and painting are too monotonous, and other artworks must be included.

After the father-in-law has finished his work, he can make a request himself.

The BJ painting shop must be changed into BJ art company.

The purpose of the company is to inherit and carry forward Chinese traditional culture and traditional crafts.

Let the world understand Chinese culture and let Chinese culture go to the world.

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