"You're right. Poor people who engage in art all think they are Wang Chang'an. They are proficient in music, chess, calligraphy, painting, flowers, birds, and antiques." The old store manager said with a self-deprecating smile.
"Mr. Wu is familiar with Mr. Chang'an?" After Zhang Junping asked this question, he felt that he had asked a bit silly.
They are both BJ people, one is engaged in calligraphy and painting, and the other is engaged in cultural relics research. They are in similar circles, how could they not know each other.
The old store manager is Wu Xinping (a fictional character), one of the three contemporary Wus, who studied under Mr. Shiraishi.
Three Wus: Wu Xinping, Wu Zuoren, and Wu Guanzhong.
"Familiar? When I was a teenager, Chang'an's family was relatively wealthy, and I often went to his house to have dinner." The old store manager said with a smile.
Yes! Not only is he familiar with me, but he is also very young.
I walked around my office and found nothing interesting, just a Ming Dynasty huanghuali desk with an upturned head, a Ming Dynasty huanghuali four-year-old official hat chair, and not much else.
Following the old store manager back to his office, Zhang Junping took out the development plan report he had just written today, "Mr. Wu, this is a plan I wrote for the next development of our painting store.
Please correct me."
"Okay, then let me see what your opinion is, Xiao Zhang.
But I have to say something up front. I’m old and I can’t keep up with the situation. Just try and give me suggestions, but don’t expect me to.” The old store manager said with a smile.
"Drink! Little... Manager Zhang, the hand character "似" is both spiritual and physical, and he has the style of a master." The old store manager lowered his head and looked down. He was already attracted by Zhang Junping's calligraphy before he could see the content clearly.
He sat up straight unconsciously and his expression became solemn.
"Mr. Wu praised me!" Zhang Junping said modestly.
"No, it's not a compliment. Your handwriting is really good! It's better than mine! It's not even half worse than Qi Gong's.
I now understand why the superior leaders transferred you to replace me.
If nothing else, your words alone are worth a lot of money." The old store manager said with a smile.
"..." Zhang Junping wanted to tell him that his coming here really had nothing to do with his words.
After praising Zhang Junping's handwriting, the old store manager began to read the development plan written by Zhang Junping seriously.
The old store manager read the development plan carefully, and would stop to think about it from time to time to digest what was said in it.
Zhang Junping was not in a hurry and waited silently.
The old store manager was stunned to read the development plan, which contained less than 10,000 words in total, for more than half an hour.
After reading it, I closed my eyes and didn't speak for a long time.
It wasn't until Lu Guozhong came over and reminded that it was already time to get off work and it was time to go to Quanjude that the old store manager came back to his senses.
"Director Zhang, if the city leaders can pass this development plan.
I will report here and retire early to make way for you."
Unknowingly, the old store manager's name for Zhang Junping changed. From Xiao Zhang to store manager Zhang, this was recognition of Zhang Junping.
"No, Mr. Wu!
The development of the painting shop still requires you to be in charge! You can't just give up." Zhang Junping quickly stopped him.
"Manager Zhang, you are enough in the painting shop! I will only be an obstacle to you.
However, I also have a request, that is, can I be the first signed artist in your plan?
This is a little special treatment that I shamelessly asked for!" the old store manager said sincerely.
"Mr. Wu, if you can't become a contracted artist in our art shop, I don't know who is still qualified.
But you really can’t retire early.”
"I am satisfied with this kind of comment from you, Manager Zhang!
I have dedicated half my life to the country, and it is time for me to retire and enjoy my old age." The old store manager showed no nostalgia for his position and said with a candid smile.
"Mr. Wu, to tell you the truth, I took the minor subjects in September and the main subjects on the second day of the Gregorian calendar year.
Then I mentioned the deputy department yesterday.
There is really no way to bring it up again!
You left early, I can't hold the position of store manager!" Zhang Junping simply said the truth.
Next to him, Lu Guozhong was stunned for a while, as if he was listening to a story, Arabian Nights, One Hundred and One Nights.
Upgrading to three levels in a row, this is what you dare to write in this story, right?
"Hahaha!
Okay, if that’s the case, then I can work for a while longer?”
"You have to work for a while. We Communist Party cadres are most particular about inheritance. You have to help me get on the horse and give me a ride." Zhang Junping said with a smile.
"Haha...ha! You, you! You little Zhang, you are really..." the old store manager pointed at Zhang Junping and laughed.
"Xiao Lu, Xiao Zhang will be responsible for everything in the store from now on.
As for me, I act as a mascot in the store, writing, drawing and drinking tea every day.
When I think about it, I feel that life like this is really happy!" the old store manager explained to Lu Guozhong with a smile.
"Mr. Wu, you..."
"Xiao Lu! Our new store manager Zhang is a very capable person. If you follow him, you will definitely be able to develop the painting store to a level you cannot imagine.
I hope you can cooperate with store manager Zhang well and don't have any resistance." The old store manager explained softly.
"Yes! I listen to you!" Lu Guozhong glanced at Zhang Junping, who had a smile on his lips, and nodded in agreement.
"Okay! Let's go, let's go to Manager Zhang's welcome banquet." The old store manager stood up with a smile and walked out.
Drinking and socializing are his strengths, and he is a person who is good at dancing. After a party, Zhang Junping became acquainted with everyone in the painting shop.
After the welcome banquet, Zhang Junping came to his father-in-law's house.
Qiu Wenyan and her mother-in-law were sitting in the living room watching TV. Seeing Zhang Junping come in, Qiu Wenyan quickly stepped forward to help Zhang Junping take off his coat, "Drinking again? How much did you drink? You smell of alcohol all over your body."
Mother Qiu poured a cup of tea for Zhang Junping and handed it to him. Zhang Junping hurriedly took the tea and thanked: "Thank you, Mom!"
Then he said to Qiu Wenyan: "It's okay, I didn't drink much, the smell of alcohol was accidentally spilled on me.
Is dad back?"
"Your dad hasn't come back yet. He overthrew the city government and is even busier than before. He won't come back until eleven or twelve o'clock." Qiu's mother said with resentment and heartache in her words.
"Mom, my dad has just arrived at the city government, and he has to get familiar with many things." Zhang Junping defended his father-in-law with a smile.
My father-in-law used to be a district committee member. Although he was the top leader, his main job was to retreat, so no matter how busy he was, there was a limit.
Now that I have arrived at the city government, my work content has become pragmatic. My father-in-law needs to adapt to this change, and being pragmatic is inherently busier than being pragmatic.
"I'm also worried about his health. He's fifty years old and he doesn't know how to take care of his body at all." Qiu's mother said distressedly.
"By the way, Mom! I've brewed the medicinal wine over there, and I'll bring you two jars tomorrow, one jar for my dad to drink, and one jar for you to drink.
Drinking it for three to five yuan every night, my dad's drink can strengthen the body, unblock meridians and activate blood circulation.
Yours can nourish qi and blood, reconcile yin and yang, and has the effect of beautifying the skin."
"The tiger bone wine you sent last time, your dad felt good after drinking it. Unfortunately, your eldest brother, the loser, secretly drank a lot of it." Qiu's mother originally planned to politely refuse, but after hearing this
Being able to maintain beauty and beauty, he no longer refused and said with a smile.
"Mom, the medicinal wine I gave my dad this time is also made from tiger bones. I have adjusted the prescription. It is especially suitable for people of my dad's age. If you keep drinking it, you can make your body ten years younger without any problem.
For my elder brother, I will prepare another medicinal wine for him and give it to him alone later." Zhang Junping said with a smile.
"My parents and eldest brother both have medicinal wine, so is there medicinal wine for me to drink?" Qiu Wenyan took Zhang Junping's arm and asked coquettishly.
"Yes! You and our mother drink the same medicinal wine. For you women, as long as you have enough energy and blood, it doesn't matter whether you use those cosmetics or not." Zhang Junping said with a smile.
The most important maintenance method for women is to nourish Qi and blood, because most women have mild anemia.
After all, so much blood is shed every month.
"I don't like medicinal wine, it smells so bad!" Qiu Wenyan said with a frown.
“If you don’t like drinking medicinal wine, then take a little bit of snow clam oil from time to time.
The ones I brought back this time were all from mother’s nest, which has a better nourishing effect on women.
It doesn’t take much, just take it once a week, and it will ensure that your face is rosy and shiny, and you won’t feel weak or lack of energy even at that time.”
"Xiao Zhang, do you really know medical skills? Last time I said you knew medical skills, I thought you were joking." Mother Qiu asked curiously.
"Mom, I know a little bit, but my specialty is not to cure diseases and save people, but to nourish and maintain health.
When I was learning this, I was thinking about how to keep my family healthy and long." Zhang Junping explained with a smile.
"You are a filial child." Qiu's mother looked at Zhang Junping with a happy face, and she liked this son-in-law even more.
Zhang Junping and Qiu Wenyan, the mother-in-law, chatted about women's health care.
It wasn't until after ten o'clock that Qiu's father came back from get off work.
Mother Qiu quickly stepped forward to take the briefcase, helped him take off his coat, and asked with concern: "Have you eaten yet? Do you want me to get you a bowl of noodles?"
Zhang Junping looked on with envy. My father-in-law had spent several lifetimes accumulating virtue before marrying such a beautiful and virtuous mother-in-law.
Looking at Qiu Wenyan who was holding slippers for Father Qiu, Zhang Junping felt proud again.
I also have a virtuous and beautiful daughter-in-law.
"Dad!" Zhang Junping said hello after Father Qiu had changed into slippers.
"Xiao Zhang is here!
I really haven’t eaten yet, so you can prepare two side dishes while Xiao Zhang and I have two drinks, just to relieve our fatigue." After greeting Zhang Junping, Qiu’s father smiled and said to Qiu’s mother.
Father Qiu went to wash his face and sat down in the living room.
"Did you go to the Publishing Bureau to find Cao Xiangqian?" Father Qiu asked with concern.
"I went, but I was rejected and blocked by his secretary."
"Huh?" Father Qiu frowned.
Zhang Junping quickly added: "His secretary should have done it on his own initiative.
In the afternoon, Director Cao arranged for the chief of the Finance Section of the Publishing Bureau to send 200,000 yuan to the painting shop, saying it was used as start-up capital."
"Yes!" Father Qiu nodded with satisfaction.
During this period, Father Qiu's main job was to investigate various departments under his jurisdiction and smooth out the relationships among them.
Zhang Junping didn't see Cao Xiangqian. It seemed like a small thing, but behind the scenes it meant whether Cao Xiangqian paid attention to him.
And, more deeply, Qiu Zhengqiang’s authority in the city government.
"Dad, this is the development plan report for the handicraft company you asked me to write.
Take a look." Zhang Junping took out the plan from his bag and handed it to Father Qiu with both hands.
"Yeah!" Father Qiu took the plan.
"Xiao Zhang, your calligraphy is really good. It combines the characteristics of facial features and Ouyang Xun's rigorous and majestic handwriting.
You have combined everyone's strengths, and you can start a sect." Qiu's father praised loudly while holding the plan.
"Dad, what you said is a bit exaggerated. I just have some talent in calligraphy.
I don't deserve your praise." Zhang Junping said humbly.
"You don't have to be modest with me! Yanzi said before that your handwriting was very good, but I was still half-convinced.
Now that I see your pen calligraphy, I know that your calligraphy is definitely not bad either.
I still have a few words left in my office. You can write a few words for me later and I will hang them up in the office." Father Qiu was naturally not polite to his son-in-law and demanded directly.
"Yes, I will write tomorrow.
I don’t know, what kind of content do you want to write?” Zhang Junping readily agreed to his father-in-law’s request.
It’s not that there is really a shortage of calligraphy and painting in the father-in-law’s office. At the level of the father-in-law, apart from those lost national treasure calligraphy and paintings in the Forbidden City, what kind of calligraphy and painting do you want?
The reason why I asked Zhang Junping to write it was to make him famous in this way.
As parents, you always think about your children.
"It's up to you! As long as it suits my status," Father Qiu said with a smile, and then began to read the plan written by Zhang Junping intently.
Words are just incidental products, the content is the focus.
Until Qiu's mother and Qiu Wenyan prepared the meal and came to call them, Qiu's father was still looking at Zhang Junping's plan intently.
“There’s something unfinished about this plan of yours!
Many things were not explained clearly, just touched upon.
I don't know what you're worried about, but it's still an excellent plan.
Very feasible!
Give this plan to Cao Xiangqian and ask him to submit it and strive to promote the reform of the art shop as soon as possible.
Time waits for no one!" Father Qiu sighed again.
If there is any difference between the cadres of this era and those of later generations, it can be summed up in one sentence.
The cadres of this era are: country and family.
The cadres of later generations are: family and country.
After Zhang Junping drank two glasses of wine with his father-in-law, he didn't drink any more.
After eating some noodles and chatting with him for a while, he said goodbye and left.
The next day, Zhang Junping did not go to the painting shop, but went directly to the publishing bureau.
Yesterday, Cao Xiangqian arranged for the chief of the finance department to deliver the money to the painting shop in person, which was considered a good deal.
Today, Zhang Junping also has to return face to Cao Xiangqian.
So I waited at the door of Director Cao's office at the Publishing Bureau early in the morning.
At half past eight, there was a sound of footsteps on the stairs.
After a while, a middle-aged man wearing glasses, elegant and imposing, walked up.
Seeing Zhang Junping, he was stunned for a moment and asked: "Which unit are you from?"
"Are you Director Cao? I'm Zhang Junping from the painting shop.
I just took up my duties yesterday and came here to report to you." Zhang Junping quickly stepped forward and introduced himself.
"Oh! You are Xiao Zhang from the painting shop!" Upon hearing that it was Zhang Junping, Cao Xiangqian showed a satisfied smile on his face.
He is a sensible person.
"Come in and talk!" Cao Qianqian called to Zhang Junping to follow him into the house.
Although Cao Xiangqian had just arrived, his office had already been cleaned and the hot water that had just been boiled today had been replaced in the thermos.
"What kind of tea does Xiao Zhang drink?" Cao Qianqian picked up a box of Longjing and asked with a smile.
"Director, I don't understand tea either. I can drink whatever I want." Zhang Junping said, taking the tea box from Cao Xiangqian's hand, then picking up the tea cup on the desk, scalding it with boiling water, and then giving it to Cao Xiangqian.
Tea, and by the way, I made myself a cup of tea.
"I just went to a painting shop, are you still used to it?" Cao Qianqian asked casually while sitting on the sofa.
"It's good. The old store manager is a highly respected senior.
The old store manager and I have a very good relationship, and he is very supportive of some of my ideas." Zhang Junping sat opposite Cao Qianqian, straightened his back, and answered respectfully.
"That's good, we should be more open-minded and learn from the old comrades." Cao Qianqian took a sip of tea and said lightly.
"Director, these are some of my thoughts on the future development of the painting store. I have also reported it to the old store manager. Please ask for criticism and correction from the leaders..." Zhang Junping took out the plan and handed it to Cao Xiangqian with both hands.
"Xiao Zhang, just based on your words, I'm not worried that you won't be able to carry out your work in the art shop.
Although the painting shop has a commercial nature, it is still a place where literati hang out.
The employees there have been dealing with calligraphy and painting all year round, and the ones they admire the most are the masters of calligraphy and painting.
I think you can conquer 70% of the employees in the art shop with this calligraphy alone." Cao Xiangqian was the same, and first praised Zhang Junping's calligraphy.
Then start reading the content.
Cao looked forward for more than ten minutes before putting down the plan and looking at Zhang Junping: "Has Mayor Qiu read this plan?"
Cao Xiangqian pointed it out directly: I know your relationship with Mayor Qiu, just tell him what instructions Mayor Qiu has.
"Mayor Qiu has seen it and asked me to report to you; he also said that time waits for no one." Zhang Junping naturally understood the meaning of Cao Xiangxiang's words and said what his father-in-law meant simply.
The subtext is: My father-in-law is very optimistic about this plan, but after all, I am your subordinate and cannot report beyond the level. You can only report this matter to the city government.
"Well, is there anything else?"
"One more little thing, isn't it the end of the year?
I contacted a batch of new year supplies and planned to send a care to those artists who often go to art shops to sell paintings and calligraphy." Zhang Junping said with a smile.
"Well, your idea is very good. No matter how things change in the future, you can't do without these artists.
They are the creators of the art, and it is necessary to give them a certain amount of care." Cao Qianqian nodded with a smile, and asked: "Yesterday I asked Section Chief Li to send you two hundred thousand yuan, is it enough?
"
"Thank you, Director, for your concern. You really thought of everything in front of us.
On behalf of all the employees of the painting shop, I would like to thank the director for his concern." Zhang Junping quickly thanked him.
PS: Thanks to [Lai Keshi] [book friend with tail number 3883] [looking for books with a magnifying glass] [Sword Soul Platform] [The Wandering of Lonely People] [Ye Feng] and other book friends for their support.
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