Zhang Junping naturally went to the city hall to find his father-in-law.
If you want me to earn foreign exchange for you, you have to give me some start-up capital, right?
The municipal government is located at No. 2 Zhengyi Road, next to Dongjiaomin Lane.
This place was once the residence of Prince Su, one of the eight great princes of the Qing Dynasty.
Later, Prince Su's Mansion was destroyed during the war, and Benzi people built the Benzi Embassy on the ruins of Prince Su's Mansion.
After the founding of New China, it became the office of the municipal government.
The city government building is also a Western-style building built in Benziguo that year.
Zhang Junping registered at the door and then entered the municipal government compound.
The environment of the city government compound is still very good. When Benziguo built the embassy, most of the gardens of Prince Su's Mansion were preserved.
Therefore, the landscaping of the city government compound is very good, and it is more like a park.
Zhengyi Road itself is a quiet road amidst the hustle and bustle. The beautiful gardens make the city government more mysterious.
Zhang Junping went up to the third floor, and his father-in-law's office was at the east end.
Just as we walked to the east, a young man walked out of the office and said, "Comrade, who are you looking for?"
"Okay! I'm looking for Mayor Qiu. Are you Mayor Qiu's secretary? Could you please let me know and tell Zhang Junping to find him." Zhang Junping said politely.
"Comrade, which unit are you from? What do you have to do with Mayor Qiu?"
"I'm from BJ Painting Shop, and I'm looking for Mayor Qiu to report some work-related matters."
“BJ Painting Shop…
Wait a minute, I'll see if the leader is free now!" The secretary was stunned for a moment, and then said politely.
As Qiu's father's secretary, he naturally knows that Mayor Qiu has been promoting the matter of bringing BJ's painting shop under the jurisdiction of the city some time ago.
We even know that Mayor Qiu arranged for his son-in-law to be the deputy store manager of BJ Painting Store.
Then it is obvious that the young man in front of me is Mayor Qiu's legendary son-in-law.
Not long after the secretary went in, he came out again and said, "Comrade, you can go in!"
Mayor Qiu has a very important meeting in half an hour." The secretary did not forget to remind Zhang Junping in a low voice.
"Thank you!" Zhang Junping thanked him and pushed the door open.
"dad!"
"Pingzi, why are you here? Have you reported to the art shop?"
"Already reported to the painting shop!
No, I just came to you about the painting shop."
"What? What's going on in the art shop?" Qiu's father looked at Zhang Junping and asked.
"Dad, when Xinhua Bookstore was handed over, all the money in the painting store's account was taken away.
Only an empty shell is left for us.
Let alone collecting the paintings now, we don't even have this month's salary.
The Chinese New Year is coming soon, and employees’ New Year’s benefits are even more unavailable.” Zhang Junping explained the difficulties faced by the painting shop.
"Didn't you go to the Publishing Bureau to report to Director Cao about the difficulties you are facing?" Father Qiu frowned. He was also a little annoyed at what Xinhua Bookstore was doing.
"I would like to go, but who knows me?" Zhang Junping said with a smile.
The city directly bypassed the Publishing Bureau and appointed himself as the deputy manager of the painting store.
The publishing bureau would definitely be unhappy. They went there on their own, instead of sending it to their door to be slapped in the face.
"I understand! Just wait a minute, I'll make a call." After Qiu's father said that, he picked up the phone and called Director Cao of the Publishing Bureau.
"Director Cao, I am Qiu Zhengqiang!"
"Hello, Mayor Qiu!"
"There is such a situation. I heard that before the handover of BJ Painting Shop, all the funds in the painting shop's account were withdrawn."
"Yes, it was Director Zhao of our bureau who made the handover at that time. I heard about it later. I haven't had time to report it to you yet." Director Cao answered while guessing who reported it to the city.
"Go forward! It will be of great use if the city invites the painting shop to come over.
Therefore, your bureau must give strong support and strive to achieve the goal of earning foreign exchange as soon as possible." Father Qiu said in a very kind tone.
After hanging up the phone, Father Qiu smiled and said to Zhang Junping: "Go ahead! This matter needs to be reported to Director Cao. The development of the art shop needs the support of Director Cao."
"Dad, I have an idea.
I was thinking that since the art shop is coming from Xinhua Bookstore, could I change its name?"
"change name?"
"Yes, I mean to change it to BJ City Art Company.
The company can better integrate with international standards, and for an art company, the business scope will be wider."
"Oh! Go on and tell me what you think
This is what I thought after changing to an art company.
We cannot simply sell calligraphy, painting or artwork.
We need to start from two aspects: cultivating the market and cultivating artists.
Rather, we need to promote Chinese traditional culture, promote China and traditional culture to the world, and let the world understand Chinese traditional culture.
As long as Westerners understand China's traditional culture, our traditional handicrafts can sell better.
Cultivating artists to better understand is to guide artists to create artworks that are in line with socialist values and contain traditional culture..."
"That's right! Your idea is very good!
Now I regret putting you in the painting shop.
You should go to a more important position." Father Qiu stood up and walked around the office, finally stopped and looked at Zhang Junping and praised.
"Dad, in fact, in my current job, I can also make a good contribution to socialist construction." Zhang Junping quickly explained because he was afraid that his father-in-law would transfer him to another unit on a whim.
"Okay, you think this is just playing house! I can do whatever I want?
You can compile a detailed report on what you just told me and give it to me.
Regarding the money, you go to Cao Xiangqian and report it, and he will solve it for you." Father Qiu said and looked at his watch.
"I got it, dad! I'll leave first!" Zhang Junping knew that his father-in-law would be meeting later, so he left quickly.
After leaving the city hall, Zhang Junping hurried to the Publishing Bureau.
After a lot of registration trouble, Zhang Junping finally found Director Cao's office.
"Hello! I am Zhang Junping, the deputy manager of BJ Painting Store. I am here to report my work to Director Cao. Could you please inform me." Zhang Junping found Director Cao's secretary and said politely.
"BJ Painting Store? You are the deputy store manager. Why isn't your store manager here?" Director Cao's secretary looked Zhang Junping up and down, and then asked with an arrogant expression.
"Our store manager is old and not in good health recently, so I can only report to Director Cao." Zhang Junping naturally understood why the King of Hell is so troublesome to the little devil. While explaining, he took out a cigarette and gave
The other party gives up the smoke.
"The director is very busy now. He is looking at documents and has no time to see you!" The secretary directly rejected Zhang Junping's request and sent Zhang Junping away rudely.
"You have a cigarette, I'll wait outside for a while, and then I'll go in after the director reads the documents!" Zhang Junping handed the cigarette to the secretary again.
"Take it away, I don't smoke!" Secretary Four Eyes impatiently knocked the cigarette out of Zhang Junping's hand.
"Okay! I'm leaving, don't regret it! When Director Cao asks about it later, remember to tell him that I was here!" Zhang Junping also got angry, what the hell.
After saying that, he threw the cigarette on the table, turned around and left.
"Wait a minute! Does the director know you are here to report?" Secretary Four Eyes shouted from behind.
Zhang Junping ignored him and left the publishing bureau.
Isn’t it just a little start-up capital?
I'll do it myself to see who will feel uncomfortable.
Seeing Zhang Junping leave so arrogantly, Secretary Four Eyes was a little dumbfounded.
I had a bad feeling, like I was in trouble.
However, the four-eyed secretary, who was used to being arrogant, did not take it seriously.
Aren't you just the deputy manager of a painting store? How awesome is that?
I thought to myself, sat down on the office chair, and continued writing materials.
I looked up and saw the cigarette that Zhang Junping had thrown down. I picked it up and took a look: Chinese cigarette? Why is it different from usual ones? Is it fake?
I thought to myself and threw the cigarette into the drawer.
In fact, just now, Zhang Junping took out the special offer to China to remind the other party: clearly see that this buddy's identity is not ordinary.
Finally, I threw down the cigarette, thinking that the other person was not paying attention, so I threw down the cigarette to remind the other person.
It's a pity that the four-eyed secretary doesn't know what he's doing, so what Zhang Junping did just now was all in vain for the blind man.
Zhang Junping didn't see the director and didn't get the money, so naturally he couldn't go back to the painting shop.
Just in time, his father-in-law asked him to write a planning report on the development of the art company. Zhang Junping went home directly, closed the door and started writing the report.
Zhang Junping combined his own development model of art companies in later generations with his own understanding of art companies, plus some high-level reasons.
Soon, a colorful report was written.
Zhang Junping revised it some more, finally took out the manuscript paper and copied it again.
Coming back to Cao Xiangqian, after receiving a call from Qiu Zhengqiang, he guessed that someone had reported the situation in the painting shop to the city government.
Thinking back to the rumor I heard before, the reason why Mayor Qiu wanted to bring the painting shop over was entirely to arrange for his son-in-law.
Although the Publishing Bureau did not come forward today, it did not affect his knowledge that Mayor Qiu's son-in-law took office today.
So, we also understood who reported it to the city government.
After understanding the cause and effect of the incident, Cao Xiangqian waited in the office. If the other party understood the rules, he should come and report to him.
As a result, until the afternoon, no one from the art shop came to report on the work.
"Xiao Hu, is anyone coming to the painting shop today?" Looking at the time, Cao Xiangqian didn't plan to wait any longer. It was the end of the year and he still had many things to deal with.
The four-eyed secretary was excited, "Director, there is a man claiming to be the deputy manager of the painting store who came to report to you.
I said you were looking at the document and asked him to wait for a while, but that person had a very bad attitude.
He said let me tell you that he has been here.
Oh, by the way! The man threw down a pack of cigarettes arrogantly.
It’s still fake!” In order to prove his words, Secretary Four Eyes quickly took out the box specially for China from the drawer and handed it to Cao Qianqian to look at.
Just now, when Secretary Four Eyes added jealousy, distorted the facts, and complained, Cao Xiangqian looked a little ugly.
Wait, when he saw the cigarette in the secretary's hand, he snatched it away from the special supply to China, and his face became even more ugly.
"Xiao Hu, tell the truth! What happened just now?" Cao Xiangqian asked in a deep voice.
"Director, this is the situation! You won't suspect me of lying, right?" At this time, the four-eyed secretary could only hold on.
"Xiao Hu, you have been following me for almost half a year, right? People have always reported your problems to me.
I think, young people, being proud is nothing.
However, you should not lie or distort the facts to falsely accuse the comrades who are bidding farewell."
"Director, I don't have one!" the four-eyed secretary argued forcefully.
"Do you know what kind of cigarette this is? It's a cigarette specially supplied to China and specially supplied to cadres of the army and above.
Ha! Fake cigarettes, you can’t imagine it." Cao Qianqian sneered.
Cao Xiangqian no longer wanted to say another word to the secretary, so he turned around and entered the office.
What happened, Cao Xiangqian had already figured it out when he saw the special supply of Chinese cigarettes.
It must be my secretary who is acting arrogant and preventing others from reporting on their work.
When I saw the cigarettes that others were holding, I didn’t recognize them and thought they were fake cigarettes, so I chased them away.
Cao Xiangqian called the office director directly and informed him to find a new secretary for him.
As for the whereabouts of the four-eyed secretary, he no longer cares.
No matter where he goes, he will definitely not be promoted, and he will probably be transferred to a certain department and be benched.
Because of his personality, he offended many people in the bureau. In the past, Cao was a backer of the former party, so no one could do anything to him.
Now that the director has been kicked out, waiting for him is to take revenge and complain.
It is said that the secretary is the person who has the most access to the leader's secrets. Even if the leader is dissatisfied with the secretary, he will be given a good position as hush money.
It's a pity that Secretary Four Eyes has just been with Cao Xiangqian for less than half a year and is still in the inspection period, so he has not been exposed to private matters.
Therefore, Cao Xiangqian drove him away without mercy.
After dealing with the secretary's affairs, Cao Xiangqian was still a little annoyed.
The son-in-law of the deputy mayor of the Standing Committee in charge of culture, education and health was blocked from the door by his blind secretary.
Isn't this causing trouble for yourself?
Cao Xiangqian touched his chin and thought for a while, then picked up the phone and called the finance department.
"Xiao Li! Our bureau just took over the painting shop and lacks start-up capital. You send the painting shop a start-up capital of 200,000 yuan, go through the formalities, and I sign." Cao Xiangqian ordered directly.
"Okay, Director, I'll do it right away!" Li Jianjun, chief of the Finance Section, promised.
Following the director's instructions, Li Jianjun moved very quickly. He quickly filled out the form, signed it himself, asked the deputy director in charge to sign it, and finally brought it to the director to sign.
"Send the money to the painting shop! Just say it's the funds applied by their store manager Zhang." Cao Xiangqian was very satisfied with Li Jianjun's performance.
Only then are people worth promoting and reusing.
Zhang Junping didn't know this. After he finished writing the art company's development planning report, he came to the courtyard in Dashilar.
Start making furniture.
It’s rare for someone to skip work and build furniture on the first day of work.
I was busy until I was about to get off work in the afternoon, and then Zhang Junping rode his bicycle back to the painting shop.
"Manager Zhang, are you back?"
"Um!"
"Hello, Manager Zhang!"
"Hello!"
As soon as he entered the painting shop, Zhang Junping felt something was wrong. Everyone looked at him with admiration.
They all greeted him warmly.
After going up to the second floor, Zhang Junping met Lu Guozhong, the chief of the finance department, and realized what was going on.
"Manager Zhang, you are really capable. You will get 200,000 yuan in no time."
And it was delivered here personally by Section Chief Li!" Lu Guozhong said with sincere admiration.
"Two hundred thousand? What two hundred thousand?" Zhang Junping was a little confused.
"Section Chief Li of the Publishing Bureau sent over 200,000 yuan, saying it was the start-up capital you applied for." Lu Guozhong said with some confusion.
"Oh! What are you talking about? I wanted two million, why did I only give two hundred thousand?
No, I have to go to the boss tomorrow.
What is two hundred thousand enough for?
Our next step is to let go and do something big.
Even two million is not enough for me." Zhang Junping said with a look of disgust.
Lu Guozhong was stunned for a moment.
Zhang Junping came to the old store manager's office and said, "Mr. Wu, today is my first day at work. I'll invite you all to have a meal together in the evening to get acquainted."
"Xiao Zhang is back!" When the old store manager saw Zhang Junping, he said to Zhang Junping very kindly: "Xiao Zhang, I should have helped you on your first day at work.
But, as you know, there was no money in the account before, so I was too embarrassed to mention this matter.
Now that you want the money, you must hold the reception banquet.
I have already informed everyone that we will go to Quanjude to eat roast duck together in the evening."
"Thank you Mr. Wu for your recognition!" Zhang Junping said with a smile.
This is my initial integration into the big family of the painting shop.
"By the way, I asked them to clean up an office. If you have any other requests, tell Lu Guozhong directly.
He is the financial section chief of the art shop and can also be considered the office director.
He handles all the purchasing in the store."
"Thank you Mr. Wu for still thinking of me.
I don’t have any requirements for an office, just a desk.” Zhang Junping said modestly.
"Let's go and see your office." The old store manager had a good impression of Zhang Junping and took the initiative to take him to see the office.
Zhang Junping's office is next door to the old store manager's office.
This was originally a studio, but now it has been converted into Zhang Junping's office.
"Mr. Wu, there should be a painting table in this room, right?" Zhang Junping looked at his office and asked with a smile.
"Yes, I asked people to move out."
"To tell you the truth, I usually like to write and draw, so I have to ask you all to help me move my painting desk back." Zhang Junping said as he walked to the desk and rubbed the desk with his hands.
"Xiao Zhang! Our painting shop has not been very profitable over the years.
So I didn’t buy a new office desk or chair.
They used old furniture bought from trust stores.
Including those painting desks, they are all second-hand goods bought from other places." Afraid of Zhang Junping's misunderstanding, the old store manager quickly explained.
"Mr. Wu, old furniture is great!
I'll go shopping for some old furniture later.
Get some Taishi chairs and coffee tables and create a place to drink tea there.
Behind the desk, we have a bookcase from the Ming Dynasty, which will fit perfectly with the desk." Zhang Junping said with a smile.
"Xiao Zhang, do you also know about antiques?" Mr. Wu said somewhat surprised.
The main reason is that Zhang Junping is too young, he is a retired soldier, and he is a rude person who does material purchasing. In the opinion of the old store manager, how can such a common man know about antiques?
"How many of us who are engaged in art don't like to play with these old gadgets?
This old thing contains five thousand years of Chinese cultural heritage.
Like those out-of-print calligraphy and paintings, they should be well protected." Zhang Junping said with a smile.