Portable Museum

Apart from a desk in the corner, the most conspicuous thing in the office is a huge painting case.

Seeing the painting table, Zhang Junping's eyes shrank a little. The flat-headed painting table of Huanghuali in Ming Dynasty is very valuable.

The old store manager gave Zhang Junping to the reception area and sat on the sofa.

"Xiao Zhang... don't you mind if I call you Xiao Zhang all the time?"

"I don't mind, Mr. Wu, you can call him whatever you want." Zhang Junping smiled, it's pointless to argue about it.

Only those who are incompetent will care about what others call him, whether they respect him or not.

"Since the establishment of the painting shop, it has been charged with a task, which is to earn foreign exchange through the calligraphy and paintings of modern artists.

It's a pity that over the past few decades, although he has earned some foreign exchange, he is still far from the leader's goal.

I support the organization's promotion of you. "Although he said he was supportive, he couldn't hide the loneliness and unwillingness in the eyes of the old store manager.

Zhang Junping knew that if he could not gain the trust of the old store manager, he would not be able to work smoothly in the painting shop, so he pondered for a moment and organized his words.

Zhang Junping said with a smile: "Mr. Wu, I support the leader's idea that we can earn foreign exchange for the country while spreading traditional oriental culture.

However, I think we should focus on those modern artists rather than the late modern old art.

Selling the paintings of modern artists, because they are still alive, and earning foreign exchange through their paintings, is called living on their own merits.

However, the calligraphy and paintings of those deceased old artists are the precious heritage left to us by our predecessors. Selling their paintings is like selling their ancestral property by unworthy descendants. It is a shameful act of prodigal son. "

Following Zhang Junping's words, the eyes of the old store manager became brighter and brighter. When Zhang Junping finished speaking, the old store manager couldn't help applauding.

"Okay! Xiao Zhang, what you said is great! You speak out my heart!

With your words, I am relieved to entrust the painting shop to you!I hope you can stick to your current thoughts.

Do as you say! "

"Old Wu, don't worry!

If I sell the calligraphy and paintings of those deceased artists, although I can exchange some foreign exchange now, I will be praised by the leaders.

However, after 20 years, I will definitely be pointed at my nose and called me a prodigal son by later generations. When I encounter some impulsive people, I may even scold me. "Zhang Junping said with a smile.

"Okay, I'm relieved if you have this understanding!" The old store manager leaned on the sofa, as if he had lifted a heavy burden.

"Old Wu, it doesn't matter if we say something vulgar.

It's the Chinese New Year soon, how is the welfare preparation of our art shop going? "

"Welfare?

In the past, it was published by Xinhua Bookstore in a unified manner. This year, it is almost the end of the year, and the affiliation of the painting store has suddenly been changed to the Publishing Bureau.

Who knows if the publishing bureau has prepared for us? "The old store manager was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect Zhang Junping to mention this matter suddenly, and said with a sigh.

This is also what worries him in recent days.

They are engaged in artistic work, but artists also have to eat and dress.

Yesterday, several people secretly asked about the New Year benefits.

"Didn't our painting shop prepare any?" Zhang Junping asked again.

"Let's prepare it ourselves? Look at this painting shop. To put it bluntly, the people who deal with us are all artists.

To put it bluntly, they are all a bunch of poor scholars.

Where are we going to prepare for welfare? "The old store manager smiled wryly.

"Mr. Wu, I'm new here, and I can't get involved in other jobs for the time being, so let's solve the problem of Chinese New Year benefits for everyone."

"Are you here to solve it?"

"Mr. Wu, you forgot, just now Section Chief He introduced that I used to work in the Materials Bureau.

A little Chinese New Year benefits can't help me.

How much money is left in our account? "

"Money?" The old store manager said with a wry smile, "We can starve mice to death in our account.

If the higher-ups don't allocate funds, we won't get our salary next month. "

Speaking of which, Xinhua Bookstore is also not particular about it, since it has handed over the painting store to the local government, it should be more generous.

There's no need to do this kind of thing, take all the money in the painting shop's account.

It is indeed a bit over.

Now, some people come to sell paintings, but there is no money for them.

"Then, I have 1 yuan in cash here, and I will put it in financial emergency first.

In addition, I will immediately go to the publishing bureau and ask the leader to apply for a sum of funds.

There is no penny in the account of the painting shop, how to operate it?

When people come to sell paintings, can we still give them IOUs? "Zhang Junping took out ten dozens of cash from the briefcase and put it on the tea table.

"It seems that the leader is right to transfer you here!

People of their age do things differently!

Driven, stronger than my old man! "Looking at the money on the coffee table, the old store manager sighed faintly.

"Old Wu, I won't disturb your work.

I will go to the accounting office first, and then to the publishing bureau. "

Zhang Junping didn't write much, and took the money out of the old store manager's office and went to the financial room on the second floor.

"Chief Lu, here is 1 yuan in cash. Please order it, and then give me an IOU." Zhang Junping directly put the money in front of Lu Guozhong and said.

"Manager Zhang, what do you mean?" Lu Guozhong didn't understand what Zhang Junping was doing.

"I chatted with Mr. Wu just now, and I know that there is no money in our account.

The art shop needs to open for business, how can it do it without money?

Therefore, this money is considered to be temporarily lent to the painting shop by me.

Wait until I go to the publishing bureau to ask for money, and then return it to me. "Zhang Junping said with a smile.

"Shop Manager Zhang, you are still thoughtful, I have been worrying about this for the past two days.

What if someone came to sell paintings? "Lu Guozhong smiled and flattered Zhang Junping.

Zhang Junping smiled, but did not speak.

Seeing that Lu Guozhong called the cashier and accountant, counted the money, and then issued him an IOU.

After taking the IOU, Zhang Junping went out and rode a bicycle to the city hall.

He said it openly, he went to the publishing bureau to ask for money, who does the leader of the publishing bureau know who he is?

Chapter 232 Startup Fund

Zhang Junping went to the city government to find his father-in-law.

If you want me to earn foreign exchange for you, you must give me some start-up capital, right?

The municipal government is located at No. 2 Zhengyi Road, next to Dongjiaomin Lane.

It used to be the mansion of Prince Su, one of the eight iron hat kings in the Qing Dynasty.

Later, Prince Su's Mansion was destroyed during the war, and I built the Benzi Embassy on the ruins of Prince Su's Mansion.

After the founding of New China, it became the office of the municipal government.

The city government building is also a Western-style building built in Japan.

Zhang Junping registered at the gate, and then entered the city hall compound.

The environment of the municipal government compound is still very good. When Benziguo built the embassy, ​​most of the gardens of Prince Su's Mansion were preserved.

Therefore, the landscaping of the municipal government compound is very good, more like a park.

Zhengyi Road itself is a quiet road amidst the hustle and bustle, and the beautiful gardens make the city government even more mysterious.

Zhang Junping went up to the third floor, and the old man's office was at the far east.

As soon as we reached the east side, a young man came out of the office, "Comrade, who are you looking for?"

"Hello! I'm looking for Mayor Qiu. Are you Mayor Qiu's secretary? Please inform me that Zhang Junping is looking for him." Zhang Junping said politely.

"Comrade, which unit are you from? What can I do with Mayor Qiu?"

"I'm from BJ's painting shop. I'm looking for Mayor Qiu to report something about my work."

"BJ's Paints...

Wait a minute, I'll see if the leader has time now! "The secretary froze for a moment, then said politely.

As Qiu's father's secretary, he naturally knew that Mayor Qiu had been promoting the matter of bringing BJ's painting shop under the jurisdiction of the city some time ago.

He even knew that Mayor Qiu had arranged for his son-in-law to serve as the deputy store manager of BJ's painting shop.

Then it was obvious that the young man in front of him was Mayor Qiu's legendary son-in-law.

Not long after the secretary went in, he came out again, "Comrade, you can go in now!

Mayor Qiu has a very important meeting half an hour later. "The secretary did not forget to remind Zhang Junping in a low voice.

"Thank you!" After thanking Zhang Junping, he opened the door and went in.

"dad!"

"Pingzi, why are you here? Have you reported to the art shop?"

"Already reported to the art shop!

No, I came to you just for the painting shop. "

"What? What's going on in the painting shop?" Father Qiu looked at Zhang Junping and asked.

"Dad, when Xinhua Bookstore handed over, they took all the money from the painting store's account.

Just leave us with an empty shell.

Don't talk about collecting paintings now, we don't even have this month's salary.

The Chinese New Year is coming soon, and the benefits of the Chinese New Year for employees have not been settled. "Zhang Junping spoke out about the difficulties faced by the painting shop.

"You didn't go to the Publishing Bureau to report to Director Cao the difficulties you faced?" Father Qiu frowned, and he was also a little annoyed at what Xinhua Bookstore had done.

"I want to go, but who knows me?" Zhang Junping said with a smile.

The city directly bypassed the publishing bureau and appointed himself as the deputy store manager of the painting shop.

The Publishing Bureau of the People's Republic of China must not be happy, and went by itself, not to send it to the door to be slapped.

"I see! Wait a minute, I'll make a call." Father Qiu picked up the phone after speaking, and called Director Cao of the Publishing Bureau.

"Director Cao, I'm Qiu Zhengqiang!"

"Hello, Mayor Qiu!"

"There is such a situation. I heard that before the handover of BJ's painting shop, all the funds in the painting shop's account were withdrawn."

"Yes, Director Zhao of our bureau was responsible for the handover. I also heard about it later. I haven't had time to report to you yet." Director Cao replied while guessing who reported to the city.

"Go forward! It will be of great use for the city to ask for the art shop.

Therefore, your bureau must give full support and strive to achieve the goal of earning foreign exchange as soon as possible. Father Qiu said in a very kind tone.

After hanging up the phone, Qiu's father smiled and said to Zhang Junping: "You go! This matter should be reported to Director Cao, and the development of the painting shop needs the support of Director Cao."

"Dad, I have an idea.

I wondered if the painting shop could be renamed since it was coming from Xinhua Bookstore. "

"change name?"

"Yes, I meant to change it to BJ City Art Company.

It allows the company to better integrate with international standards, and the business scope of the art company is also wider. "

"Oh! You go on and say what you think