Portable Museum

Zhang Junping returned to Zhang Junping's office with the thermos, and took out a bone china teacup from the space.

I took the teacup to the faucet downstairs and brushed it carefully, then went to the boiler room, took hot water and scalded it several times.

Zhang Junping was still a little worried, so he went directly to the cafeteria of the painting shop.

"Shop Manager Zhang, what are your orders?"

"Master Ma, I have a cup here, you give me that pot, put it in and cook for a while."

"Master Zhang, do you want to disinfect?"

"Yes! I bought this cup abroad. It has a history of nearly a hundred years, and it is considered an antique cup.

So think about disinfection. Zhang Junping explained with a smile.

"Okay, you leave it to me. I'll cook it for you first, and then soak it in white vinegar for you.

Guaranteed to be clean as new. " Master Ma assured, patted his chest.

"That's fine, please trouble Master Ma." After Zhang Junping thanked him, he left the backyard.

Come to the business hall on the first floor in front.

The facade of the painting shop is a two-story western-style building. The first floor is a business hall, selling calligraphy and paintings of celebrities, selling the four treasures of the study: brushes, ink, paper and inkstones, as well as various painting tools, including Chinese paintings and Western paintings.

The second floor is the office area and the framing studio.

There is also a rather large yard at the back, with a dozen or so houses, which are used as warehouses, boiling water rooms, and canteens.

Seeing Zhang Junping coming in, a young woman in her 30s hurried over to greet her, "Master Zhang, what do you want?"

This young woman can be regarded as a flower of the painting shop, and she is Chen Lijun, the sales supervisor in charge of the first floor.

"Sister Chen, bring me a knife for various types of rice paper, a good set of writing brushes, and that pen holder.

After the ticket is issued, just hand it over to Chief Lu. "Zhang Junping smiled and instructed Chen Lijun.

"Shop Manager Zhang, do you think it is a loss or..." Chen Lijun hesitated, you asked me to make an invoice, what should I invoice for?

Is it loss, or a ticket for discounted sales of defective products?

"Sister Chen, you should have heard that I am not short of money.

Therefore, you can invoice according to normal sales. Zhang Junping glanced at Chen Lijun and said with a smile.

"Oh! I see. I'll send someone to send it up to you." Chen Lijun hurriedly nodded in agreement.

"Well, please trouble sister Chen!" Zhang Junping smiled politely.

"Master Zhang, I heard that you were the one who contacted us for this year's year-end benefits. What's the matter?" An aunt in her forties approached and made friends with Zhang Junping.

This is the salesperson in charge of collecting calligraphy and paintings in the business hall, named Guo Meizhen.

Seeing Sister Guo, Zhang Junping knew that the painting shop used to be brilliant.

Sister Guo should have been pretty when she was young, but now she is in her forties and her figure is a little out of shape.

That's where everything starts to grow huge.

Um!It's the Chinese Kardashian.

"Sister Guo, what kind of benefits do you want?" Zhang Junping asked with a smile.

"Shop Manager Zhang, what you said, can I send whatever I want?" Guo Meizhen said with a hearty smile.

"That's really possible!"

"Then, send me some rice? My kids loved steamed rice when they were young.

No, when I came back from the countryside, I lost a lot of weight. " Guo Meizhen said with a distressed expression on her face.

"You can have this!" Zhang Junping smiled and nodded.

"Then, what about pork belly? Next time, my son likes to eat braised pork with rice."

"Also!" Zhang Junping nodded again.

After saying several things in succession, Zhang Junping nodded and said yes.

"Then, how about some hairtail?" Guo Meizhen felt a little hopeless.

"Yes!" Zhang Junping still nodded.

The conversation between Zhang Junping and Guo Meizhen attracted all five people in the business hall.

"Shop Manager Zhang, I have a lot of food, can you distribute some distribution tickets? It's the Chinese New Year, and I also make new clothes for the children." Seeing Zhang Junping's kindness and lack of airs, other salespersons also boldly asked .

"Why release tickets? You have to spend money to buy them. How about we release the materials directly?" Zhang Junping said with a smile.

"Really?"

"Really! It's already the eighteenth day of the twelfth lunar month, and the Chinese New Year is only a few days away. How many days can I lie to you?" Zhang Junping laughed.

"Then when will the benefits be paid?"

"Soon, I'll send you another one in about three days." Zhang Junping said with a smile.

This is, Master Ma from the kitchen came over with a boiled and sterilized teacup.

"Manager Zhang, the teacup is ready for you!"

"Thank you, please trouble Master Ma!" Zhang Junping took the teacup after thanking him.

"You guys get busy, it's time for me to go upstairs to drink tea!" Zhang Junping smiled at the elder sisters holding a teacup.

"Shop manager, let me help you get the rice paper up."

"Shop manager, let me help you get the brush and pen holder up."

"Shop manager, do you want ink? We still have a lot of Chinese-made Hui ink in our store. You can use some of them."

The older sisters were very enthusiastic and rushed to help Zhang Junping get things.

"Thank you, Sister Chen, Sister Guo.

Then you guys help me bring up a set of oil painting tools.

In fact, my oil painting is better than ink painting. Zhang Junping thanked with a smile.

Three elder sisters, Chen Lijun, Guo Meizhen, and Wang Fenglan, grabbed the task of helping Zhang Junping deliver things.

Helped Zhang Junping to bring rice paper, brushes, easels for oil paintings, drawing boards, drawing boards, brushes, oil paints, all into the office.

Seeing that Zhang Junping's office had no place to put these things, Chen Lijun took the initiative to call a few mounting apprentices, and moved a shelf from the warehouse downstairs, which was specially used to store rice paper and canvas.

After Zhang Junping thanked, he politely sent the three elder sisters out of the office.

Getting along with people is as simple as that, if you respect others, others will respect you.

Zhang Junping made himself a cup of jasmine tea first, and took a sip.

Only then did he take out a six-foot rice paper and spread it on the painting table.

Take out a Duan inkstone and a piece of Hui ink from his own space.

Put a few drops of water on the inkstone and start grinding the ink.

While studying ink, I was thinking about how to lay it out.

Zhang Junping had already thought about the content, so he wrote Mao Zu's "Qinyuanchun·Snow".

The reason why Zhang Junping uses six-foot rice paper is that he intends to match it with ink painting to create a calligraphy and painting work.

What Zhang Junping is thinking about now is how to arrange the characters and paintings.

Soon after the ink research was finished, Zhang Junping picked up the biggest Langhao brush.

After dipping enough in the ink and licking the pen, Zhang Junping directly drew a long ink line obliquely on the rice paper.

Swipe a little bit, and after a while, a majestic Great Wall with twists and turns appears on the rice paper. The Great Wall is like a giant dragon, winding into the clouds, and you can't see the end.

A tall and straight pine tree stands proudly in the white snow, and an eagle soars in the sky.

The mountains are rugged, but they are not willing to be covered by heavy snow, revealing ferocious horns.

The poems are accompanied by paintings. Zhang Junping’s paintings are very simple, but full of momentum. The winding Great Wall rises into the sky like a giant dragon, straight up to the sky.

After drawing the accompanying picture, Zhang Junping changed to a medium-sized brush and began to write inscriptions on it.

"Qinyuan Spring·Snow"

The scenery of the Northland, thousands of miles of ice, thousands of miles of snow drifting.

Looking at the inside and outside of the Great Wall, there is nothing but mangmang;

……

"Okay! What a hand Qinyuanchun Snow!" Zhang Junping had just put down the brush, when a voice of applause came from behind, which startled Zhang Junping.

When drawing and writing, Zhang Junping was so engrossed that he didn't even notice anyone coming into the office.

Turning around, he saw that it was the old shop manager, looking excitedly at Qinyuanchun Xue who had just created a book and the ink was still wet.

"Old Wu, when did you come?"

"You came when you were painting cedar." The old store manager answered Zhang Junping's words, but his eyes never left the painting.

"Your painting is enough to be the treasure of a painting shop."

"Don't! Mr. Wu, you are flattering me! How can you, kid, make a painting a treasure of the town?

There is only one treasure in our painting shop, and that is you! "Zhang Junping begged for mercy with the old store manager.

Literati look down on each other, as a junior, if others praise him a few words, that is called support.

However, if he dared to answer the old store manager's words with arrogance, he would be criticized verbally and in writing.

No matter how good your handwriting, no matter how good your paintings are, they can pick out such and other faults for you, and criticize you for nothing.

Ordinary people don't know calligraphy and painting. In their eyes, those calligraphy and paintings that can be called everyone are similar.

Who among us is more powerful, whose calligraphy is better, and whose painting is better, all depends on people to judge.

Whoever's words are more convincing and more convincing to ordinary people is naturally those professors from famous schools and those who have the title of national first-class arts and crafts masters.

So, you praise me for being young and promising, for my good calligraphy, and for my good painting, I can accept it, but you say it is the treasure of the store.

That is absolutely unacceptable.

You must know that none of the works of contemporary calligraphers and painters can become the treasure of the town store. Your calligraphy and painting of Zhang Junping are the treasure of the town store. What do you mean?

Suppress a generation?

You are still so young, you want to suppress a group of seniors in their 70s, [-]s and [-]s?

If you don't mess with me, who will you mess with?

You know, back then, Qi Baishi, Xu Beihong, and Zhang Daqian were also hacked by people of the same era.

"Hehe! Xiao Zhang, don't be nervous, there is no one else in this room.

It's good that you can keep a clear mind. "The old store manager said with a smile.

"Old store manager, we can say whatever we want behind closed doors.

But, there are some flowers that must never be told to the outside world!

Don't say anything else, just spread the words you just said, will anyone sell us calligraphy and paintings in the future?

We can't have a huge painting shop that only sells calligraphy and paintings of our father and mother, right? Zhang Junping reminded with a smile.

"Hehe, I'm old, I'm old! Some things are still unclear to you." The old store manager also knew that he had made a mistake at this time, shaking his head and smiling bitterly.

"Are you going to put this calligraphy and painting in the store or..." The old store manager changed the subject again.

His plan was that if Zhang Junping said to sell it in the store, then he would use his power for personal gain and hang the painting in his office.

"This painting is for my father-in-law.

Yesterday, my father-in-law said that he lacked some calligraphy and paintings in his office, and asked me to write some for him. "As Zhang Junping spoke, he picked up a small brush and wrote the postscript next to it.

There are actually two types of inscriptions and postscripts, sub-titles and postscripts.

The title refers to the meaning of the title, in front of the calligraphy and painting.

The postscript is behind the calligraphy and painting.

Inscriptions and postscripts are divided into two types: author's postscripts and others' postscripts.