Portable Museum

Zhang Junping didn't see Cao Xiangqian, which seemed like a trivial matter, but behind it represented whether Cao Xiangqian was listening to him or not.

And, at a deeper level, Qiu Zhengqiang's authority in the city government.

"Dad, this is the development planning report of the handicraft company that you asked me to write.

You take a look. Zhang Junping took out the plan from his bag and handed it to Father Qiu.

"Yes!" Father Qiu took the proposal.

"Xiao Zhang, your handwriting is really good, it combines the characteristics of Yan Jinliu's bones, and also has Ouyang Xun's rigor and majesty.

You have gathered everyone's strengths, and your calligraphy can already establish a school. "Qiu's father held the plan and praised loudly.

"Dad, what you said is a bit exaggerated, I just have a little talent in calligraphy.

I don't deserve your praise. "Zhang Junping hurriedly said modestly.

"You don't need to be modest with me! Before Yanzi said that your handwriting is very good, I was dubious.

Now that I see your handwriting with a pen, I know that your calligraphy is definitely not bad either.

I still need a few words in my office, and you will write me a few words later, and I will hang them in the office. Father Qiu was naturally not polite to his son-in-law, and asked directly.

"Yes, I will write tomorrow.

I don't know, what kind of content do you want to write? Zhang Junping readily agreed to the old man's request.

There is not really a lack of calligraphy and painting in the old man's office. At the level of the old man, besides the national treasure calligraphy and painting in the lost Forbidden City, what other calligraphy and painting do you want?

The reason why Zhang Junping was asked to write it was to make him famous in this way.

As parents, we always think about our children.

"You can figure it out yourself! As long as it suits my status, it's fine." Father Qiu said with a smile, and then began to concentrate on reading the proposal written by Zhang Junping.

Words are just incidental products, content is the key.

Until Qiu's mother and Qiu Wenyan cooked the meal and came to call them, Qiu's father was still looking at Zhang Junping's plan intently.

"This plan of yours feels a bit unfinished!

A lot of things have not been explained clearly, just pointing to the end.

I don't know what you are worried about, but it is still an excellent proposal.

Very feasible!

Take this proposal to Cao Xiangqian and ask him to submit it to try to promote the reform of the art shop as soon as possible.

Time waits for no one! Father Qiu sighed again.

If there is any difference between the cadres of this era and the cadres of later generations, it can be summed up in one sentence.

The cadres of this era are: country and family.

The cadres of later generations are: family and country.

After Zhang Junping drank two glasses of wine with his father-in-law, he didn't drink any more.

After eating some noodles and talking with him for a while, he said goodbye and left.

The next day, Zhang Junping didn't go to the painting shop, but went directly to the publishing bureau.

Yesterday, Cao Xiangqian arranged for the head of the finance department to deliver the money to the painting shop in person, which was considered a way of saving face.

Today, Zhang Junping also had to return face to Cao Xiangqian.

So early in the morning at the Publishing Bureau, waiting at the door of Director Cao's office.

At 08:30, there was a sound of footsteps on the stairs.

After a while, a polite and imposing middle-aged man with glasses came up.

Seeing Zhang Junping, he was stunned for a moment and asked, "Which unit are you from?"

"You are Director Cao, right? I'm Zhang Junping from the painting shop.

I just took up my duties yesterday and came to report to you. "Zhang Junping hurried forward and introduced himself.

"Oh! You are Xiao Zhang from the painting shop!" Cao Xiangqian showed a satisfied smile on hearing that it was Zhang Junping.

Is a sensible.

"Come in and talk!" Cao Xiangqian beckoned Zhang Junping to follow him into the house.

Although Cao Xiangqian had just arrived, his office had already been cleaned, and the kettle was replaced with hot water that had just been boiled today.

"What kind of tea does Xiao Zhang drink?" Cao Xiangqian picked up a box of Longjing tea and asked with a smile.

"Director, I don't know much about tea. I can drink anything." Zhang Junping said, taking the tea box from Cao Xiangqian's hand first, then picking up the teacup on the desk, scalding it with boiling water, and then brewing it for Cao Xiangqian Tea, and made myself a cup of tea by the way.

"I just went to the painting shop, are you still used to it?" Cao Xiangqian sat on the sofa and asked casually.

"Very good, the old store manager is a highly respected senior.

I was very speculative with the old store manager, and he was very supportive of some of my ideas. "Zhang Junping sat down opposite Cao Qianqian, straightened his back, and replied respectfully.

"That's good, learn from the old comrades more humbly." Cao Xiangqian took a sip of tea and said lightly.

"Director, these are some of my thoughts on the future development of the painting shop, and I have reported them to the old store manager. Please criticize and correct me..." Zhang Junping took out the plan and handed it to Cao Xiangqian.

"Xiao Zhang, with your handwriting alone, I'm not worried that you won't be able to carry out your work in the painting shop.

Although the art shop has a commercial nature, it is after all a place where literati haunt.

The staff there have dealt with calligraphy and painting all the year round, and what they admire most are the masters of calligraphy and painting.

In my opinion, you can conquer 70.00% of the employees in the art shop with just this word. "The same is true for Cao Xiangqian. He came up and praised Zhang Junping for his handwriting.

Then start looking at the content.

Cao looked forward for more than ten minutes before putting down the plan and looking at Zhang Junping: "Has Mayor Qiu read the plan?"

Cao Xiangqian pointed it out directly: I know your relationship with Mayor Qiu, so just tell Mayor Qiu what instructions you have.

"Mayor Qiu has read it and asked me to report to you; I also said that time waits for no one." Zhang Junping naturally understood the meaning of Cao Xiangqian's words, and said the old man's meaning very simply.

The subtext is: My father-in-law is very optimistic about this plan, but I am your subordinate after all, so it is not easy to leapfrog the report. You can only report this matter to the city government.

"Well, is there anything else?"

"One more little thing, isn't it the end of the year?

I contacted a group of New Year's goods materials, intending to send a piece of care to those artists who often go to art shops to sell paintings and calligraphy. "Zhang Junping said with a smile.

"Well, your idea is very good, no matter how the future changes, you can't do without these artists.

They are the creators of works of art, and it is necessary to give them some care. Cao Xiangqian nodded with a smile, and asked again: "Yesterday, I asked Section Chief Li to send you 20 yuan. Is it enough?" "

"Thank you Director for your concern, you really put everything ahead of us.

All the employees of my painting shop, thank the director for his care. Zhang Junping quickly thanked him.

Chapter 234 The Daily Life of the Painting Shop

"Director, I have two apprentices who want to be transferred to the painting shop. They are now full-time employees of XC district supplies, mainly because I use them more easily." Zhang Junping said a little embarrassed.

"This is no problem!

There are no other requirements?I mean if the city approves your plan, what do you want? " Cao Xiangqian asked with a smile.

"Well, speaking of requirements, there are two points."

"Hehe, tell me about your request. When I report to the city later, I can raise it with the leader." Cao Xiangqian laughed at the two of them and asked.

"First, it would be best if the city can provide US$100 million in foreign exchange support.

If not, I can only find someone to cooperate in the early stage.

The second is to give us the granaries of the department store. "

"Grannary? You mean Nanxincang? What do you want it for?" Cao Xiangqian understands Qian Qiang, but Cao Qiangqian is a bit puzzled by Granary.

"In the entire BJ City, there is no place that is taller and more spacious than Nanxincang, which is more suitable for an art exhibition hall.

Nanxincang has a history of 600 years and is antique. After a little tidying up, it is an exhibition hall full of historical atmosphere.

Now the department store is basically abandoned there, and it happened to be used as an exhibition hall for me. Zhang Junping explained with a smile.

"You are very clear about your inquiries! Okay, I will report this matter to the city leaders together.

Are there any other requirements or difficulties? " Cao Xiangqian asked again.

"No more! Then I won't delay the director's work..." Zhang Junping left at the right time.

……

Back at the painting shop, Zhang Junping went to the old store manager to explain why he was late before returning to his office.

The picture case has been moved back.

There is also an extra bookcase behind the desk, all of which are made of huanghuali in the Ming Dynasty.

It seems that the old store manager has a soft spot for Ming Dynasty huanghuali furniture.

There is also a telephone on the desk, which is basically complete.

Just as Zhang Junping sat down, Lu Guozhong knocked on the door and came in.

"Store manager Zhang, this is the 1 yuan you lent to the finance department yesterday.

You give me the IOU, and I charge the bill. "Lu Guozhong put the money on Zhang Junping's desk and said respectfully.

"Oh! I'll give you the IOU!" Zhang Junping took out the IOU from his pocket, handed it to Lu Guozhong, and said with a smile, "Chief Lu, take the money back, it's my money for buying the painting.

All the 1 yuan will be exchanged for calligraphy and painting by modern masters of painting and calligraphy. "

"Shop Manager Zhang, I don't know whose calligraphy and painting you need?"

"Modern and modern artists' calligraphy and painting works by Mr. Baishi, Mr. Daqian, Mr. Beihong, Mr. Baoshi, Huang Binhong, Lin Fengmian, Pan Tianshou, etc. are all acceptable.

The price is calculated according to our normal selling price. If I can sell the works of these calligraphers and painters, it will be enough. "Zhang Junping said with a smile.

"Okay, I know Manager Zhang! I'll have someone bring the calligraphy and paintings to your office."

Just as Lu Guozhong was about to leave with the IOU and cash, Zhang Junping stopped him again: "Chief Lu, please count again, who are the calligraphers and painters who have often come to us to sell calligraphy and painting in the past few years.

Looking back, when we distribute Chinese New Year benefits, we will also send them a copy.

The statistics should be sent as soon as possible, so that I can prepare them. "

"Okay, I'll do the statistics right away!" Lu Guozhong agreed, and turned to go out.

After sending Lu Guozhong away, Zhang Junping habitually wanted to make himself a cup of tea.

Although he can't taste the quality of tea, he is used to drinking a cup of tea in the morning.

As a result, he found that there was no kettle in his office.

At this moment, Zhang Junping began to miss the days in the Materials Bureau.

There is an apprentice serving him, and he makes tea for himself in advance every morning.

I just had a drink when I got to the office.

just now……

Zhang Junping had no choice but to go out and look for Lu Guozhong, "Chief Lu, do we have any extra thermos? Get me one."

"Oops! Manager Zhang, I'm going to criticize you, and I actually made such a low-level mistake.

I'll get you a thermos right away! Lu Guozhong was taken aback, and quickly apologized to Zhang Junping.

He took out a thermos pot filled with hot water from his office, "Manager Zhang, I'll take you to the house."

"No, I'll take it myself.

You are in charge of finance and procurement, and you have a lot of things to do.

Besides, it's not a big deal. "Zhang Junping said with a smile.

It's very generous, and it doesn't seem to take it to heart at all.

However, it was different in Lu Guozhong's ears.

Store manager Zhang is beating himself. If you don't take me seriously, don't blame me for taking you.