Zhang Junping was sitting on the sofa, not knowing what to say.
My father-in-law cultivates his own heart, but he still won’t die!
The path has already been arranged for him step by step.
First, he should get some qualifications in the Materials Bureau, and when the foreign investment comes to fruition, he will have enough qualifications.
There is no problem in appointing a deputy director to temporarily manage the import and export trading company as a deputy manager.
Wait for a while, then make some achievements, and make corrections smoothly.
"But!"
"What's so good about it? You won't put the company in someone else's name?"
"I would like to name the company under Yanzi's name, but Yanzi is also a public official." Zhang Junping said with a grimace.
Zhang Junping's words made Father Qiu very satisfied, and the lines on his face became much softer.
Father Qiu didn't have any thoughts about Zhang Junping's company, but was pleased with Zhang Junping's trust in his daughter.
The first thing I thought of was my daughter.
"Where are your parents? Can't we just let them quit their jobs on the farm and put the company in their names?
Or are you worried about your brothers dividing your property in the future?" Father Qiu said with wide eyes.
"I'm not worried about that, I'm not the kind of person who takes money very seriously.
It’s only a few hundred million, if it helps dad, there’s no problem in donating it.” Zhang Junping said with a smile.
"Really? Wouldn't you feel bad if you donated it?" Qiu's father teased.
"Dad, it must be heartbreaking to donate it for no reason.
However, if it can help you further, then donate it.
For this small family, you are the big tree that protects you from the wind and rain.
The taller your big tree grows, the more comfortable life will be for us people." Zhang Junping said half-jokingly, half-seriously.
Father Qiu fell into deep thought again.
How could I be so virtuous and capable to find such a fairy son-in-law?
"If you have this heart, I will be very satisfied.
It's up to you to decide whether or not to name it in your parents' name." In the end, Father Qiu only said this and lost interest in the conversation.
Today, the impact on him was too great!
His originally very capable son-in-law was shocked when such earth-shattering news suddenly broke out to him.
"Wait a minute, you just said your two companies are worth hundreds of millions of dollars?
How much gold did you get from the double-headed eagle?" After Qiu calmed down, he suddenly realized a problem.
Hundreds of millions of dollars in gold. Although he didn't know exactly how much gold he had, it was definitely not a small amount.
"Dad, there's not much gold, just a few hundred kilograms."
"Then where did you get so much money?"
"Didn't I go to Paris this time? I sold some oil paintings there."
"Selling oil paintings?
Oh! I heard Liu Jingshan say that your painting is very good, at the level of a master." Father Qiu nodded and said with a smile.
"Yes, I sold more than 300 oil paintings that I painted myself.
Unexpectedly, Paris is truly the capital of art, with more than 300 oil paintings sold for US$690 million."
"How much?" Father Qiu stood up from the chair again, and because he stood too hard, he knocked down the chair.
"Six hundred and ninety million dollars.
Look, this is the agency sales contract. This is the sales contract signed by the agent and the gallery." Zhang Junping took out a dozen contracts and handed them to Father Qiu to read.
"Is this English?" Father Qiu glanced at it and found that the paper was full of tadpole letters, and he didn't recognize a single word.
"This is French.
This is an agency sales contract, a contract signed by the agent and I.
It is stipulated above that the price of each oil painting cannot be less than 10 million French francs.
Then, after the sale, I will give him a 5% commission." Zhang Junping explained, pointing to a contract.
This contract is naturally a real contract signed by him and himself.
"These are art sales contracts signed by the agent and those galleries.
The French are really rich. An oil painting can be sold for ten million francs, which is worth two million US dollars.
It makes me want to quit my job and go home and concentrate on painting.
That way, I estimate that I can become the richest man in the world within a few years." Zhang Junping explained with a smile.
"I want to lock you in a small dark room right now. If you don't draw thirty or fifty paintings a day, I won't give you food to eat." Father Qiu said fiercely.
It’s so irritating, one painting is more than my lifetime salary.
By the way, how much can a domestic oil painting cost?
I seem to have heard that the cheap ones only cost a few yuan, and the expensive ones only cost a hundred or ten yuan.
In this comparison, Qiu's father was shocked to find that all the calligraphy and paintings in BJ Painting Store were not as valuable as a painting by his son-in-law.
"Hingzi, do you know BJ Painting Shop?"
"I know! It is said that they sell calligraphy and paintings by famous modern and contemporary Chinese artists." Zhang Junping was shocked, why did he ignore BJ Painting Store?
"If I leave all the paintings in the art shop to you, how much can you sell for them?" Qiu's father asked Zhang Junping with a solemn expression.
"Dad, those are the calligraphy works of modern Chinese artists, and they are priceless treasures.
However, due to the current social environment, their value has not been reflected.
Our ancestors have a saying that antiques in prosperous times are gold in troubled times.
We are still working hard to solve the problem of food and clothing. How can we think about buying paintings?
Therefore, I really can't guarantee how much money I will get from selling it.
Unless all these calligraphy and paintings are taken abroad, through some market operations, they can be sold at a high price.
It can be sold for several thousand or tens of thousands of dollars, and individual paintings such as those by Zhang Daqian, Xu Beihong, and Qi Baishi should be able to be sold for hundreds of thousands of dollars."
As soon as Zhang Junping finished speaking, Father Qiu's eyes lit up.
"But, Dad! What if I sell all these paintings abroad?
I estimate that in a few decades, someone will nail me to the pillar of shame and call me a traitor and cultural relic dealer." Zhang Junping said with a bitter smile.
At this time, it is definitely not a good idea to take over BJ Painting Store.
The price is too low to achieve the purpose of letting him go.
However, if you want to sell it at a high price, you have to either sell it abroad or collect it yourself.
However, asking him to collect these paintings at a high price really makes people feel a little uncomfortable.
The market price is five yuan for something, but you have to ask me to buy it for fifty yuan.
It wouldn't be comfortable for anyone else. It has nothing to do with whether you have money or not.
Therefore, Zhang Junping is really in a bit of a dilemma.
“How can we Communists care about mere reputation?
The chief designer said that it is for future generations to comment on the merits and demerits.
We should do our best now without any regrets.
Pingzi, the country is reforming and opening up, vigorously developing the economy, and is in urgent need of a large amount of foreign exchange.
Is your reputation more important, or is the development of the country more important?" Father Qiu stood in front of Zhang Junping and looked at Zhang Junping seriously.
Father Qiu's eyes contained fiery feelings, which were fiery feelings for the country, the Communist Party, and the nation.
This fiery emotion burned Zhang Junping's heart.
These are our proletarian revolutionary predecessors.
They sacrificed their lives and blood for the sake of the country and the nation, regardless of personal honor and disgrace.
Zhang Junping has never understood this kind of feeling or what makes them do this.
There was an illiterate old man who sent his men and children to the front line. The man died, and his son went up; the eldest son died, and his second son went up; his second son died, and his third son went up; and his third son died, and his fourth son went up.
Until all the men in the family died.
why is that?
This may be the national blood!
It is the national blood that the Chinese nation has endured for thousands of years and endured many hardships but still stands firm.
This bloody nature does not usually appear, but it will burst out every time when the life and death of the country and the nation are at stake.
Defeat all invading enemies.
"Dad!" Zhang Junping opened his mouth, feeling his throat was a little hoarse.
"Can you do it? Do you dare to do it?" Qiu's father looked into Zhang Junping's eyes and asked.
"You can do it!" Zhang Junping nodded vigorously, his voice hoarse.
"Okay! Tomorrow I will propose to the municipal party committee and the government that you serve as the manager of BJ Painting Store and be fully responsible for all the work of BJ Painting Store." Father Qiu patted Zhang Junping on the shoulder happily.
"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, go to BJ Painting Store. You are not required to sell a painting for millions of dollars. As long as you sell it for a few thousand dollars, it will be a great success!
This is the greatest contribution to the country's reform and opening up!" Father Qiu's eyes were bright.
All right!
Zhang Junping was speechless.
Who wants to put a fickle father-in-law in the stall? Let the father-in-law say whatever he wants!
Zhang Junping didn't want to resist his father-in-law's decision, mainly because being the manager of the BJ Painting Shop was more in line with his wishes.
Except for selling these paintings and calligraphy abroad, which made him feel very uncomfortable, everything else was fine.
However, Zhang Junping also comforted himself that I was working hard for the country's reform and opening up and national rejuvenation.
For national rejuvenation.
I take the blame and I'm happy.
"Let's go! Let's go out! If you don't go out, it's time for your mother to come in and urge you." Father Qiu said in a rare joke.
It can be seen that Father Qiu was in a very good mood at this time.
The son-in-law has such a big family fortune, 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 thankless art store manager for the rejuvenation of the country and the nation, which shows that he is responsible.
A responsible man does not have to worry that his daughter will suffer a loss 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 even 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 lightbulb, which made him feel very inconvenient.
I can only give up, say goodbye and leave.
It was already past nine o'clock in the evening when we returned to the courtyard.
"Uncle Liu, haven't you rested yet?" Zhang Junping smiled and said hello to the old man who came out to check after hearing the noise.
"No! As I get older, I feel younger." Uncle Liu responded with a smile.
Zhang Junping would talk about this kind of conversation almost every time he came back at night.
"Uncle Liu, these are the cigars I brought back from abroad. Please try and see if they taste right." Zhang Junping took out two cigars and handed them to Uncle Liu.
"Cuban cigars are good stuff!" Uncle Liu took the cigar, put it to his nose and smelled it.
"Well, this is the flavor! Authentic Cuban cigars!
I haven’t tasted the taste of cigars in thirty years. I didn’t expect that thanks to you, I would be able to taste the taste of cigars in my old age.” Uncle Liu said fondly.
When Uncle Liu was young, he was also an international student.
It is said that I used to often brag to others about my experiences abroad.
Later, I almost got into trouble because of this. From then on, I kept silent about my experience of studying abroad.
"You like the taste, I have two more boxes there, and I will give them to you later!" Zhang Junping said with a smile.
"No, no! It's enough to try these two!
These Cuban cigars are not cheap, one can cost me one or two months' salary." Uncle Liu smiled and waved his hand in refusal.
"It's okay. I bought it as a rarity. I don't really like the smell. It would be a waste to keep it.
I will be moving out in the new year. If you want to smoke in the future, you will have to ask your son-in-law to buy it for you!" Zhang Junping said with a smile.
"Oh! Then I won't be polite to you!" Uncle Liu sighed and agreed.
The main reason is that he knows that Zhang Junping is not short of money. On the other hand, it would be good if his son-in-law can take good care of his family.
If you buy him a cigar, he will have no life.
When he got home, Zhang Junping got himself a cup of hot water first.
Then he took the basin to get some cold water and came back and washed his face.
Then I sat on the chair and thought about today's conversation with my father-in-law.
Revealing your family background to your father-in-law is also a helpless act.
It is quite beautiful to think about pursuing an official career and becoming a big official in a feudal territory in the future.
It's not that I don't want to leave, it's that I don't dare to leave.
Tell your father-in-law about your family fortune so that he can have an idea. When he needs it in the future, he will also have an idea in his mind.
Don't make wrong judgments blindly.
Then, Zhang Junping began to think about how to operate BJ Painting Store after taking over it.
With the help of his later experience in collecting antiques, he slowly and bit by bit sorted out the clues.
The more Zhang Junping thought about it, the more excited he became. The manager of this painting shop really agreed with him, and it was tailor-made for him.
Pure calligraphy and painting are too monotonous, so other works of art must be included.
After my father-in-law has finished the work, I can make my request again.
BJ Painting Shop must be changed to BJ Art Company.
The company's purpose is to inherit and carry forward Chinese traditional culture and traditional craftsmanship.
Let the world understand Chinese culture and let Chinese culture go to the world.
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The next day, Zhang Junping came to the Materials Bureau.
When you come back, you have to report to your work unit first.
If the predictions are correct, the bureau is already waiting for his return and will issue a red-letter document regarding his promotion to the head of the Procurement Section.
"Master, you are back!" Li Wenjuan and Xia Guoxiang saw Zhang Junping running to him with surprise on their faces to say hello.
"Well, I'm back!
This is a gift that Master has brought for you!" Zhang Junping casually took out two boxes and handed them to two people respectively.
"Hey, Section Chief Zhang is back? You can't treat one with favoritism! Just thinking of you and your apprentice, we can't do it without gifts. Sister Liu joked.
"Yes, there must be! Otherwise, how can I be worthy of my title of friend of women?" Zhang Junping said with a smile.
Then he opened the briefcase, took out small boxes one by one, and distributed them one by one.
Zhang Junping was really generous this time.
These boxes are filled with rose gold necklaces, weighing more than ten grams.
These rose gold necklaces are not the ones given to Qiu Wenyan. These are mass-produced necklaces. The diamonds inlaid on them are not top-quality diamonds, but just ordinary transparent diamonds.
Zhang Junping bought all of these at the bird market for zero yuan.
Shopping for takeout is inappropriate and not valuable. The key is that selling in large quantities is too eye-catching.
Just in time, give it as a gift.
"Ouch! Is this a gold necklace? Section Chief Zhang, are you doing this?" Sister Liu opened the box and screamed in surprise when she saw it.
"Sister Liu, what you said is a bit hurtful! What's the matter, if you give your sisters a necklace, your life will be difficult?" Zhang Junping retorted with a smile, and then said to everyone.
"Everyone, tell me! This necklace is not pure gold, it is 18K gold.
An alloy material of gold, copper, and silver that is more popular in Europe.
Don't tell me later that I am stingy, even if I give you a necklace, I would not give it pure gold." Zhang Junping made a joke.
"No, no! Who dares to say that Section Chief Zhang is stingy? We will tear his mouth apart." Sister Li said, looking around the male compatriots in the office with eagle eyes.
The several male buyers were so frightened that they quickly lowered their heads and pretended to be busy.
Only a fool would have trouble with Zhang Junping. The bureau has already made it clear that if Zhang Junping wants to be a serious subject, the only thing he needs to do is issue a red-headed document.
At this time, if you continue to have trouble with Zhang Junping, aren't you asking for death?
What's more, such a generous section chief gave necklaces as gifts, how could he give them correctly?
Zhang Junping didn't know what others were thinking. The reason why he gave the rose gold necklace so generously was because he was leaving.
Although the father-in-law only said that he would report it to the leaders of the municipal party committee, he was at least 90% sure that he could tell it.
"You guys are busy first, I will go to the section chief to report on the work." Zhang Junping glared at Li Wenjuan who was about to open the box, and then said to everyone with a smile.
"Chief Zhang, then you have to go upstairs to report to the old section chief.
The old section chief is now the deputy director and has moved upstairs to work." Sister Liu said with a smile.
"Oh! Are you moving away now? The section chief is so shameless. He doesn't care about our purchasing department at all?" Zhang Junping complained to Xu Shaomin with a smile.
"You brat, I heard you saying bad things about me as soon as I came here.
Talking about leaders behind their backs, traveling abroad makes me bolder!" As soon as Zhang Junping finished speaking, Xu Shaomin walked in with a smile and a curse.
"Section chief...oh! No, it's the director, you're here?" Zhang Junping changed his face instantly and asked with a smile.
"Follow me to the office!" Xu Shaomin waited for Zhang Junping, turned around and walked out.
When he walked to the door, he stopped and said to Sister Liu: "Xiao Liu, please tidy up the office in the back."
"I got it! Director Xu, we'll take care of it right now!" Sister Liu agreed readily.
Zhang Junping followed him upstairs and came to Xu Shaomin's office.
"No wonder they all want to be officials. The deputy director's office is just different from the section chief's.
This area is three times as big as the section chief's." Zhang Junping looked at Xu Shaomin's office and said with a smile.
"Do you want me to give you my office?" Xu Shaomin glanced at Zhang Junping and went to make tea and pour water.
Zhang Junping was not polite. He found a cup and made himself a cup of tea.
"I heard that you did a good job this time, and Mayor Zhou praised you by name." After taking a sip of tea, Xu Shaomin said with a smile.
"It's not bad! We have attracted a few foreign investments." Zhang Junping said with a smile.
"By the way, monitor, don't say I don't take care of you!
I will always leave your name with foreign merchants. When the time comes, you will be responsible for receiving them when they arrive."
"You left my name?" Xu Shaomin was stunned for a moment, and then he was moved, pointed at Zhang Junping and cursed with a smile: "You kid, you will cause trouble for me.
I don’t speak English, how can I receive them?”
"Squad leader, are you too old-fashioned? There is an interpreter for communication, so why do you need to speak English yourself?" Zhang Junping looked sideways at Xu Shaomin and teased.
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