Standing in the business hall, Zhang Junping issued a series of orders to everyone.

Everyone is very face-saving, talking and laughing while working, thinking about how to live this year.

"You guys are busy first. I'll go upstairs and make a phone call to ask the farm to deliver the pork and mutton." Seeing everyone's enthusiasm, Zhang Junping said with a smile.

"Go, go! Just leave it to us here."

Everyone was working happily and waved to Zhang Junping.

It seemed that they were disgusted with him for delaying their work.

This may be the job they are most willing to do.

When Zhang Junping finished making the phone call and went downstairs, Lu Guozhong had already divided up the rice noodles and put them in the bags everyone brought.

Chen Lijun also divided the mountain goods and packed them in woven bags, one serving per person, exactly 32 servings.

When Zhang Junping came down, everyone was helping to pack soybean oil.

Some people carry empty barrels, some carry oil cans out of iron barrels, some hold plastic barrels, and some unscrew the caps, and some carry the packed soybean oil to the side and stack them neatly. The division of labor is clear, and the work is in full swing.

Zhang Junping saw that there were still people who couldn't intervene, so he greeted: "Those who are idle, help to load the packed soybean oil into the car.

After a while, I will send care to those artists. "

Scarface moved very quickly. Before the soybean oil was finished, he led people to the painting shop on a three-wheeled scooter.

"Master Zhang, everything you asked for has been delivered." Scarface approached Zhang Junping and reported in a low voice.

"Hmm! Bring cotton cloth, hairtail fish, swimming crab and prawns into the store.

Load the yellow croaker into the car. "Zhang Junping ordered.

"Yes!

Come on, move the cotton...all in! "Scarface agreed and greeted to start working.

There wasn't much in all, and it was over quickly.

"Master Zhang, what else do you want?"

"You can deal with the rest of the things in the warehouse.

At the end of the year, also send something to the brothers who follow you.

Just get out of the warehouse! "Zhang Junping said with a smile.

"On behalf of my brothers, thank you, Master Zhang!" Scarface said directly without refusing.

On the contrary, Zhang Junping likes such a scarred face even more.

"Go get busy! In a few days, I'll finish my work here and drink together." Zhang Junping smiled and patted Scarface's shoulder.

Packing soybean oil is more troublesome. I have been busy until lunch, but I haven't finished packing it yet.

Zhang Junping called two drivers and had lunch together in the cafeteria of the painting shop.

It was not until after two o'clock in the afternoon that all the soybean oil was packed.

"Mr. Wu, everything is ready, let's go?" Zhang Junping said to the old store manager with a smile.

Wu Xinping has also been helping below.

"Okay! Let's go and meet those old friends!" Wu Xinping waved proudly.

At this moment, Wu Xinping felt a little grateful to Zhang Junping.

It was this young man who gave him such a proud day.

How does it feel to deliver Chinese New Year gifts door-to-door to those old friends in a truck?

Wu Xinping didn't know, anyway, he already felt very refreshed before he set off.

There are more than 100 people who often go to the painting shop to sell calligraphy and paintings, and there are more than 20 people who are still in BJ, and there are more than [-] friends of Wu Xinping.

Although these people have never sold calligraphy and paintings, Wu Xinping used the method of beating the autumn wind to sell calligraphy and paintings from them in art shops.

This is how it is done. When friends get together, they will occasionally make fun of him: fire prevention, theft prevention and Xinping protection.

Although it was a joke, Wu Xinping still held his breath in his heart.

Today's breath can finally come out.

"Mr. Wu and I won't be coming back today, when you get off work, just take your things and go.

You all know how much the year-end benefits are, check it out yourself, I am not responsible for the lack of it. " Zhang Junping confessed, then got into the car and followed Wu Xinping to give gifts.

Artists who sell calligraphy and paintings are mainly concentrated in universities, such as the Central Academy of Fine Arts, China Academy of Arts and Crafts, BJ Academy of Painting, and Tsinghua University and Peking University.

There are also some experts and scholars from the Palace Museum Research Institute.

Everyone lives in a relatively concentrated place, so you don't have to travel too much.

The first stop I went to was the Central Academy of Fine Arts, because it was the closest.

Wu Xinping led the way in the first car, and Zhang Junping followed in the second car.

The car drove into the Central Academy of Fine Arts and came to the place where professors live, the so-called professor building.

In this era, there is no dedicated professor villa area.

Wu Xinping jumped out of the car, and his movements were swift, not at all like a man in his 60s, almost 70 years old.

"Hey! Dean Wu is here! What brought you here today?" A white-haired old man asked with a smile after seeing Wu Xinping.

In addition to being the manager of BJ's painting shop, Wu Xinping is also the honorary president of BJ's painting academy.

Two trucks came in, and there was still a lot of noise.

Many people were looking out of the windows.

It can be seen that professors and artists also have the heart of gossip.

Zhang Junping also quickly jumped out of the car and walked to Wu Xinping's side.

"Dean Wu, I'm here to give you a gift!" Wu Xinping said with a laugh.

"You, Wu Xinping, would actually give me a gift? It's really weird!" the white-haired old man said with a smile.

"Xiao Zhang, let me introduce to you, this is Dean Wu Zuoren from CAFA, and Dean Wu has always supported our art shop.

Old Wu, this is the new manager of our painting shop. "Zhang Junping introduced to the two.

"Hello, Mr. Wu! I have admired your name for a long time, and it is a great honor to meet you today!" Zhang Junping clasped his fists at Wu Zuoren in salute.

"Shop Manager Zhang, it's a pleasure to meet you!" Wu Zuoren didn't understand what was going on, but he still bowed his hand and returned the salute.

"To thank all the artists and countries for their decades of support to our art shop.

During the festive season, we have prepared a small gift to thank you for your support. Seeing that many old acquaintances came out, Wu Xinping clasped his fists at the crowd, and said loudly with full air.

"Old Wu, your words are beautiful, but what kind of gift did you give us?" An old man with gray hair joked with Wu Xinping.

"Lao Jiang, I know that you just came back and it will be difficult, so I prepared a bag of rice, a bag of flour, ten catties of soybean oil, and four yellow croakers for you." Wu Xinping said with a laugh.

After speaking, he introduced to Zhang Junping: "Xiao Zhang, this is Dean Jiang Fengjiang from CAFA."

"Hello Mr. Jiang! I have long admired your name!" Zhang Junping hurriedly clasped his fists and bowed in salute.

The attitude is more respectful than that of Wu Zuoren.

Jiang Feng is an old artist who truly deserves respect.

Some people think that since Jiang Feng's unfortunate death, Yangmei has gone from bad to worse, and there are no more masters.

There is also Wu Zuoren as a successor, and it has something to do with not being able to convince the public.

Chapter 239 Sudden Apprenticeship

Thinking that Jiang Feng would die suddenly in three years, Zhang Junping couldn't help but look at his face intently.

Sudden death is an emergency, but not necessarily an emergency.

In many patients with sudden death, the body has already sent a signal several years, or even earlier.

It's just that I didn't care about it, and the disease gradually accumulated, eventually leading to sudden death.

Just like a river embankment, the water level only rises slowly at the beginning, and there is only a thin leaking point on the embankment. If it is not repaired in time, as time goes by, the entire embankment may collapse at some point because of this thin leak. The hairspring leaks and collapses in an instant.

Although Zhang Junping only has elementary Chinese medicine skills, it is no problem for him to be an attending physician in a Chinese medicine hospital in a city like the capital, and even as an assistant chief physician in some small cities.

Looking carefully, Zhang Junping quickly saw Jiang Feng's problem.

For more than ten years, Jiang Feng has suffered both physically and mentally.

The root cause of the disease has already been buried in the body, so if you take good care of it at this time, there will be no problem in living another 20 years.

It's just that it's really inconvenient to mention this on such an occasion.

Today is a young year, you tell people that you are sick and need to be treated quickly.Are you here to give someone a gift, or to cause trouble?

"Little friend, is there something dirty on my face?" Jiang Feng noticed that Zhang Junping was staring at him, and asked with a smile.

"No, no! It's just the first time I saw so many artists gathered together, I was a little excited and lost my mind." Zhang Junping quickly explained with a smile.

"Old Wu, this is your apprentice? Your eyes are full of energy, but you are agile but not floating. Congratulations, old Wu, for being a good apprentice!" Jiang Feng glanced at Zhang Junping and said to Wu Xinping with a smile.

"Haha! I thought, what a pity!

This is the new store manager of our painting shop, who will succeed me.

Xiao Zhang's achievements in calligraphy and painting are no worse than mine. "Wu Xinping laughed and said with some regret.

"Mr. Wu, you are overrated. I dare not compare with you. My works are still immature, and I can't compare to your sharpness..." Zhang Junping said modestly.

"Oh? Which painting academy did you graduate from?"

"Mr. Jiang, I joined the army after graduating from junior high school. I taught myself calligraphy and painting." Zhang Junping replied with a smile.

"Self-taught, not bad! Old Wu, it is very in line with the tradition of your teacher! Old Baishi was also self-taught back then, and later he met a famous teacher to guide him, and eventually became a generation of masters.

Zhang Xiaoyou is also self-taught, why not take Mr. Minghe as his teacher, and under the guidance of Mr. Minghe, he will become a master of the future and continue the legend of old man Baishi. "Jiang Feng said with a smile.

Wu Xinping, courtesy name Minghe.

He could see that Wu Xinping intended to accept disciples, but he couldn't say it because of face, or he was worried that he would be rejected.

Therefore, Jiang Feng simply pointed out the beauty of an adult and made the topic clear.

Jiang Feng thought well, the beauty of adults.

However, Zhang Junping sat on the wax.

Master, he doesn't need it!

As long as there are enough calligraphy and paintings, he can be called the first master of both calligraphy and painting in the past and present.

However, Jiang Feng has already made it clear that Wu Xinping will be embarrassed if he does not ask for a teacher, and he will not be able to step down from the stage.

At this moment, Zhang Junping suddenly felt that Jiang Feng was extremely annoying.

This is like Hou Sanye accepting Guo as his apprentice.

What can Hou Sanye teach Guo in the art of cross talk?

It is nothing more than being the descendant of the Hou family, the orthodox descendant of cross talk, and the head of the railway art troupe himself, so he can give Guo some help in terms of contacts.

However, Guo did gain a firm foothold in BJ with the help of Mr. Hou.

Several times, if Mr. Hou didn't bear the pressure from the government for him, he would have been played to death long ago.

His current situation is similar to that of Guo, but much better than Guo.

What he lacks are contacts in the calligraphy and painting circle, but he does not lack official contacts, let alone money.

In an instant, countless thoughts flashed through Zhang Junping's mind like lightning.

In the end, he gritted his teeth and said with a bright smile: "I will stick to my wish, I dare not ask for it."

"Hahaha! Congratulations, old Wu! Congratulations on being a good apprentice!" Jiang Feng laughed and congratulated Wu Xinping.

"I would also like to thank Mr. Gao Gang for his kindness!" Wu Xinping was also very happy, and he clasped his fists in return.

"I think it's better to hit the sun than to choose the day. Today, my old friends are all here, and we have new customs in New China.

There is no need to pay attention to the ceremony of confinement.

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