"Hirako! It's settled that you go to the art shop!
Are you going there before the year or after the year?" Father Qiu asked Zhang Junping with a smile.
In the evening, Zhang Junping sent Qiu Wenyan home, but met Qiu's father who had just returned from get off work at the gate of the community.
So Zhang Junping was called home by his father-in-law.
"Dad, does the art shop belong to the city or the Publishing Department now?" Zhang Junping thought for a moment and asked.
"I'm back in the city! Otherwise it would be so troublesome.
The Publication Bureau did not want to give it at first, so after many parties coordinated, they finally agreed to transfer the administrative rights of the art shop to the Municipal Publishing Bureau.
The level remains unchanged and we are still the first-level unit."
Zhang Junping nodded secretly, that's okay. My father-in-law is in charge of cultural, educational and security duties.
"I'll go there before the end of the year! It's a good time to get in touch with everyone before the end of the year." Zhang Junping thought for a while and said.
"Okay, don't run around tomorrow, the organization department will talk to you.
You have gone and will serve as the deputy store manager first. The old store manager will retire in the second half of next year." Father Qiu explained again.
Zhang Junping drove his car and headed home.
I am still very proud of myself. After half a year, I finally got to talk to the organization department.
After returning home and washing up, Zhang Junping took out his pen and paper and continued his unfinished painting of the Dream of Red Mansions.
Zhang Junping started painting the painting version of Dream of Red Mansions before he went abroad, but it was delayed because he went abroad.
After I came back, I also worked overtime at night to make furniture, so I could only draw one or two paintings before going to bed to calm my restless mind at the end of the day and help me sleep better.
After a speechless night, Zhang Junping got up early the next day, put on a brand new woolen tunic suit, and inserted a Montblanc pen into his chest.
Zeng Mingwaliang's leather shoes, the kind with uppers that can be used as mirrors.
The hair is short, there is nothing to take care of, it is dark and thick.
Add a woolen coat outside.
This style is at the level of a university professor at the end of the day.
"Hey! Pingzi, you are quite energetic today!"
"Aunt Wang, what day do I lose my energy?" Zhang Junping responded with a smile.
"Pingzi, is there any happy event today?"
"Brother Zhu, isn't it almost the Chinese New Year? Don't we have to be happy?"
"Hingzi, morning!"
"Good morning! Have you eaten? What about you?"
"Chief Zhang, good morning!"
"Good morning!"
Zhang Junping said hello all the way out of the courtyard, got in the car, had breakfast on the way, and then drove to the bureau.
"Hey! Section Chief Zhang, you look so energetic today!"
"Chief Zhang, is there something good going on? Can you reveal it to us?"
"It's a good thing, but it's kept secret for now!" Zhang Junping smiled at everyone and then walked into the back office.
This is his last hour or two working in the Materials Bureau.
Zhang Junping looked at the documents submitted below carefully. They were all purchase applications or coordination letters from brother units.
Sign what should be signed, take opinions where there should be opinions, and put aside what should be asked for instructions.
Around ten o'clock, the phone on the desk rang.
"Xiao Zhang, come to my office!" Director Zheng said on the phone.
"Yes!" Zhang Junping hung up the phone, picked up the documents that had been processed on his desk, and went out to hand them to Sister Liu.
Then come to the director's office.
Knock on the door.
"Come in!" Director Zheng's kind voice came from inside.
"Director, you are looking for me!" Zhang Junping opened the door and entered.
"Xiao Zhang, this is Section Chief He from the Cadre Section Three of the Organization Department of the Municipal Party Committee." Director Zheng introduced Zhang Junping with a smile.
"Hello, Chief He!"
"Hello!" Section Chief He nodded to Zhang Junping kindly.
"Director Zheng, shall we get started?"
"You're welcome!" Director Zheng said politely.
Although Section Chief He is only the deputy section chief of the Third Cadre Section, his rank is the same as Director Zheng.
"Comrade Zhang Junping, I am now talking to you on behalf of the organization..."
"Thank you for the trust of the organization. I will definitely work hard in my new position..."
After organizing the conversation, Section Chief He quickly said goodbye and left.
"Xiao Zhang, I knew you were leaving, but I didn't expect you to leave so soon.
But don’t worry, even though you are leaving, the bureau will still promise you nothing less.” Director Zheng patted Zhang Junping on the shoulder and promised.
At this moment, Zhang Junping really wanted to give Director Zheng a roll of his eyes.
They promised me nothing less. What did the bureau promise me? It was just a house, and the house would not be delivered until next spring.
"Director, there is no need for a house! I know that many comrades in the bureau are very nervous about housing.
Therefore, it is better to leave the house to colleagues who need it more!" Zhang Junping said grandly.
"Okay! Your awareness is worthy of praise. On behalf of the comrades in the bureau, I would like to thank you for your selflessness." Director Zheng was stunned for a moment, and then patted Zhang Junping hard on the shoulder.
Then he explained: "Go back and make a handover with Comrade Liu Aifang."
"Okay Director!" Zhang Junping was stunned, why was he handing over to Liu Aifang?
Liu Aifang is Sister Liu.
"After discussions within the bureau, it is planned to merge the Planning Department and the Purchasing Department into the Material Supply Department.
Therefore, the Procurement Department is temporarily in charge of Liu Aifang." Director Zheng noticed Zhang Junping's confusion and explained with a smile.
He has already left, so he doesn't need to worry about how the bureau will adjust the departments.
"Yes! I will definitely complete the handover work with Comrade Liu Aifang." Zhang Junping replied seriously.
In fact, there is nothing to hand over at all. I may not be as familiar with the purchasing department as Sister Liu.
"The bureau will arrange a farewell banquet for you tonight. I wish you success in your new job." Director Zheng said with a smile.
"Thank you, Director!" Zhang Junping said gratefully.
Whether there is a farewell banquet and the specifications of the farewell banquet all represent the popularity in the original unit.
The farewell banquet attended by the director in person was undoubtedly the highest-level farewell banquet.
When I returned to the department, it was noisy, and the expressions on the faces of the people in the department were like those in a dye shop.
Some are happy, some are sour, some are unwilling, and some are jealous.
The Human Resources Department has come to announce the appointment.
Zhang Junping coughed and walked into the office, "Congratulations, Sister Liu!"
"You're still talking about it! Section Chief Zhang, I didn't expect that you hid it deeply enough and didn't reveal any information before leaving!" Sister Liu rolled her eyes at Zhang Junping, but the smile on her face was bright.
"Everyone, I have been with you for more than two years. I miss you very much and feel sorry for you. I cannot be where I am today without your help.
I won’t say any more sensational words. After I settle down there, I’ll treat everyone to dinner.”
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The next day, Zhang Junping rode his bicycle to the Cadre Section 3 of the Municipal Party Committee Organization Department early in the morning to report.
It was still Section Chief He from yesterday who sent him to take office.
This is already very face-saving.
According to his level, under normal circumstances, a clerk would send him to take up his post.
When they arrived at BJ Painting Store, the old manager of the painting shop and the employees of the painting shop were already standing at the door waiting to greet them.
Of course, the main thing is to welcome Section Chief He.
The art shop has been a bit chaotic recently, because without any warning, the art shop's affiliation suddenly transferred from Xinhua Bookstore to the Municipal Publishing Bureau.
This left everyone in the art shop a little confused.
Section Chief He came to the door on behalf of the new owner, so he naturally had to show enough sincerity in welcoming him.
"Mr. Wu, how dare I trouble you? It's freezing cold today. Let's go inside quickly!" Section Chief He stopped his bicycle, held the old store manager's hand tightly, and said politely with respect.
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“Thank you, Section Chief He, for coming to guide the work.
Is this the support force sent by our superiors to us?" The old store manager greeted Section Chief He with a smile, then looked at Zhang Junping and asked.
It can be seen from the tone of the old store manager's words that respect for the leader is only situational, and there is not much respect for Section Chief He in his tone.
However, I have confidence. The old store manager is not only the manager of the painting shop, but also the permanent director of the Chinese Painting and Calligraphy Association.
I have met many great leaders.
"Yes! This is the deputy store manager assigned to your painting store by the leader, Comrade Zhang Junping.
Comrade Zhang Junping will cooperate with you in managing the daily work of the painting shop."
"Hello, Mr. Wu! My name is Zhang Junping. The organization asked me to come here to cooperate with your work. I hope Mr. Wu can criticize and give more advice in the future." Zhang Junping kept a low profile and took the initiative to say hello to the old store manager.
The old store manager looked at Zhang Junping with a critical eye and nodded slightly, "Comrade Junping is very good and energetic!
After you come, it will be much easier for me, an old man!"
"Mr. Wu, I'm here to learn from you!" Zhang Junping said modestly.
"Let's learn from each other!" the old store manager said with a smile.
In the conference room, Section Chief He announced the appointment of Zhang Junping, declined the old store manager's invitation to stay, and left on his bicycle.
After seeing off Section Chief He, everyone returned to the conference room. The old store manager introduced the staff of the painting shop to Zhang Junping one by one.
Even though the art shop is not big, it has a lot of staff.
There are three people in finance, eight people in warehouse management, and five people in the sales hall.
In addition, there are three framer masters and six framer apprentices.
Except that finance has nothing to do with calligraphy and painting, everyone else is not simple.
Eight warehouse management requires more than simply recording the incoming and outgoing conditions.
They are also responsible for the protection and maintenance of calligraphy and painting. If the calligraphy and painting are damaged or have other problems, they are also responsible for the repair of calligraphy and painting.
But the restoration skills of this calligraphy and painting are extraordinary.
Needless to say, there is no need to mention the master of framing. CAFA has opened a special course on framing.
"Everyone should have noticed that I am very young! Everyone who is doing this is older than me and they are all my seniors.
If there is anything I can't do in the future, please bear with me.
One of the reasons why I came to the painting shop was to learn. The boss felt that I was too young and sometimes too impulsive in my work, so he sent me to our painting shop to receive some influence from traditional Chinese culture and art.
Another purpose is to use my motivation to create a lot of foreign exchange for the country through our painting shop.
Hmm! This purpose is rather vulgar.
However, our country's construction cannot be separated from this thing that is full of tackiness and smells of copper.
Therefore, I hope everyone can be more tolerant of me, who is rather vulgar." Zhang Junping's inaugural speech was relatively humorous.
This elicited a burst of knowing laughter from everyone. Through their first contact, they all felt that this new assistant store manager was not difficult to get along with.
No one resented Zhang Junping for taking his position because of his arrival.
Because, in the past, painting stores did not have the position of deputy store manager at all. There were only several positions such as store manager and financial section chief, director of the mounting room, director of the conservation and restoration room, director of the acquisition and sales department, etc., and then there were technical titles.
Restorers and framers are all technical positions, and they also receive the wages of skilled workers.
After the meeting, Zhang Junping followed the old store manager to his office.
It's said to be an office, but it's more like a studio.
In addition to a desk placed in the corner, the most conspicuous thing in the office is a huge picture table.
Zhang Junping's eyes narrowed when he saw the painting table. The Huanghuali flat-head painting table from the Ming Dynasty was worth a lot of money.
The old store manager asked Zhang Junping to the reception area and sat on the sofa.
"Xiao Zhang... I'll call you Xiao Zhang, do you mind?"
"I don't mind, Mr. Wu, you can call me whatever you want." Zhang Junping smiled, saying it was pointless to argue.
Only an incompetent person would care about what other people call him and whether he is respected.
“Since the establishment of the art shop, it has been tasked with earning foreign exchange through the calligraphy and paintings of modern and contemporary artists.
It's a pity that over the past few decades, although I have earned some foreign exchange, I am still far from the leader's goal.
I will support you if the organization raises you." Although he said that he supported him, the loneliness and unwillingness in the old store manager's eyes could not be hidden.
Zhang Junping knew that if he could not gain the trust of the old store manager, he would not be able to carry out his work smoothly in the painting store. He thought for a moment and organized his words.
Zhang Junping said with a smile: "Mr. Wu, I support the idea that the leader hopes that we can earn foreign exchange for the country while spreading oriental traditional culture.
However, I think we should focus on those modern artists rather than the deceased old modern art.
Selling the paintings of modern artists because they are still alive and earning foreign exchange through their paintings is called making a living based on one’s ability.
However, the calligraphy and paintings of those deceased old artists are precious legacies left to us by our predecessors. Selling their paintings is like selling off the ancestral property of unworthy descendants, which is a shameful and prodigal behavior."
Following Zhang Junping's words, the old store manager's eyes became brighter and brighter. When Zhang Junping finished speaking, the old store manager couldn't help but applaud.
"Okay! Xiao Zhang, what you said is great! You said what I feel!
With your words, I feel safe leaving the painting shop to you! I hope you can always stick to your current ideas.
Do as you say!"
"Mr. Wu, don't worry!
If I sell the calligraphy and paintings of the late artist, I can now exchange for some foreign exchange and get praise from the leader.
However, after ten or twenty years, future generations will definitely point their fingers at me and call me a prodigal, and if I encounter some impulsive people, they 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 a heavy burden had been lifted.
"Mr. Wu, it's okay for us to say something tacky.
It’s the Chinese New Year soon, how are our painting shop’s welfare preparations going?”
"Welfare?
In the past, Xinhua Bookstore distributed them uniformly. This year, as the New Year is approaching, the affiliation of the art store was suddenly changed to the Publishing Bureau.
Who knows if the publishing bureau has prepared something for us?" The old store manager was stunned for a moment, not expecting Zhang Junping to suddenly mention this matter, and sighed.
This has also been something he has been worried about in the past few days.
They are engaged in art work, but artists also need to eat and dress.
Yesterday, several people asked vaguely about New Year benefits.
"Shall we prepare it ourselves? Look at this art shop. To put it mildly, the people we deal with are all artists.
To put it bluntly, they are all a bunch of poor scholars.
Where can we go to prepare welfare?" the old store manager said with a wry smile.
"Mr. Wu, I'm new here, and I can't do other work for the time being, so I'll help you solve the problem of New Year's benefits."
"You will solve it?"
"Mr. Wu, you have forgotten that Section Chief He just introduced me that I used to work in the Materials Bureau.
A little New Year’s benefit is not enough to stop me.
How much money do we have left in our account?”
"Money?" the old store manager said with a wry smile: "We can starve rats to death in our account.
If the superior leadership does not allocate funds, our salary next month will not be paid."
Speaking of which, Xinhua Bookstore is not particular about it. Since the art store is left to the local government, it should be more generous.
There is no need to do such a thing and take away all the money from the painting shop's account.
It's indeed a bit much.
Nowadays, when someone comes to sell paintings, they don’t even have money to accept them.
"Well, I have 10,000 yuan in cash here, which I will put aside for financial emergencies first.
In addition, I will go to the Publishing Bureau immediately to find the leader to apply for a fund.
How to run a painting shop if you don’t have a penny in your account?
If someone comes to sell paintings, how can we issue an IOU to them?" Zhang Junping said as he took out ten dozen cash from his briefcase and put it on the coffee table.
"It seems that the leader was right to transfer you here!
People of different ages do things differently!
You are more motivated than an old man like me!" Looking at the money on the coffee table, the old store manager sighed quietly.
"Mr. Wu, I won't disturb your work.
I will go to the Finance Office now, and then to the Publishing Bureau."
Zhang Junping didn't have many ink marks. He took the money and left the old store manager's office and went to the financial room on the second floor.
"Chief Lu, here is 10,000 yuan in cash. Please click on it and 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 up to.
"I just chatted with Mr. Wu and learned that there is not a penny left in our account.
If a painting shop is open for business, how can it be done without money?
Therefore, this money is a temporary loan from me to the painting shop.
Wait until I go to the publishing bureau to ask for the money and then give it back to me." Zhang Junping said with a smile.
"Manager Zhang, you are very considerate. I have been worrying about this for the past two days.
What if someone comes to sell paintings?" Lu Guozhong smiled and flattered Zhang Junping.
Zhang Junping smiled and said nothing.
Watching Lu Guozhong call the cashier and accountant, count the money, and then write him an IOU.
After taking the IOU, Zhang Junping went out and rode his bicycle to the city hall.
He said it openly. He went to the publishing bureau to ask for money. Does the leader of the publishing bureau know who he is?
