Seeing Zhang Junping calmly and calmly describing his plan calmly.
Wu Xinping suddenly had the feeling that Lian Po was old.
Take one step and see three steps, this is the guy I'm talking about.
A simple New Year benefit allowed him to come up with so many tricks and make a lot of foreshadowing.
The fragrance of ink and the smell of copper coexist?
I really dare to say it!
But he had to admit that Zhang Junping hit the nail on the head.
Is there any artist who wouldn’t bow down to five buckets of rice?
Artists are human beings too! Human beings have seven emotions and six desires.
He who has no emotions or desires is a saint, not an artist.
This guy has a very accurate grasp of those artists!
For a time, Wu Xinping became interested in talents. How great it would be if he could be his apprentice!
"Haha, just do it as you do! I don't dare to stop your plan.
Otherwise, I will become the sinner of the painting shop!
Xiao Chen, Xiao Guo and the others downstairs still hate me to death?" Wu Xinping said with a smile.
"Since Mr. Wu, you have no objection, then I will arrange for the distribution to begin.
Let’s send our own first, and then send a token of appreciation to those artists.”
"Xiao Zhang, how do you plan to give away the gifts to those artists? Or will the benefits be the same as ours?" Wu Xinping asked with a smile.
"Of course it can't be the same! There are too many samples and they don't look good.
What I mean is that each person will receive a bag of rice, a bag of flour, ten pounds of soybean oil, and four large yellow croakers.
There are four kinds of gifts, no more and no less.”
"Hiss..." Wu Xinping couldn't help but take a breath of air.
This gesture is not small.
"Well, let's do what you want!" Wu Xinping nodded lightly.
He really didn't know whether to call Zhang Junping a prodigal or praise him for being courageous and generous.
Back in the office, Zhang Junping thought for a moment and decided to go to the Publishing Bureau.
After all, the bureau had just allocated 200,000 yuan to them, and now the art shop is giving out benefits. It would be a bit foolish not to get along with the bureau.
When I came to the door of Cao Xiangqian's office again, there was already a new secretary.
"Hello! Is Director Cao here? I'm Zhang Junping from the painting shop. I'm here to report my work to the leader."
"Hello, Manager Zhang, the director is reading documents inside! Please wait a moment!" The secretary politely asked him to go to his office and made Zhang Junping a cup of tea.
He had heard that his predecessor was driven away by the director because he offended the person in front of him.
The secretary knocked on the door lightly and entered Cao Xiangqian's office. After a while, he came out and smiled at Zhang Junping and said, "Director, please come in."
"Thank you!" Zhang Junping thanked him, knocked on the door and entered Cao Xiangqian's office.
"Hello, Director!"
"Xiao Zhang is here! Take a seat!" Cao Qianqian sat behind the desk and greeted Zhang Junping with a smile.
Zhang Junping sat on the chair opposite the director.
"Director, the Chinese New Year is coming soon, and I want to give some year-end benefits to the employees of the painting shop.
Come and report to you." Zhang Junping straightened his back and said respectfully.
"Um..." Cao Xiangqian thought Zhang Junping was here to ask for benefits from the bureau, so he frowned slightly, thinking about how to speak.
“It’s Chinese New Year! It’s also appropriate to give some year-end benefits to employees.
It’s just, Xiao Zhang!
The art shop had just been transferred to the Publishing Bureau, and the benefits of the bureau had already been decided before the art shop was transferred.
It is indeed difficult to increase temporarily.
You go back and explain it to your comrades.
On my side, I also asked the comrades in the office to think of ways to collect some supplies..."
"Director, um... I'm not here to ask for supplies from you!" Zhang Junping looked at Cao Qianqian, who had a troubled face, and quickly explained with some embarrassment.
"You don't want supplies?" Cao Xiangqian breathed a sigh of relief. It would be easier if he didn't need supplies.
"Director, this is our preliminary list of benefits.
Take a look.
The main reason is that the art shop has just been transferred from Xinhua Bookstore to our publishing bureau, and people's hearts are unstable, so in terms of welfare, there are a little more things." Zhang Junping explained while handing the list to Cao Xiangqian with both hands.
"..." Cao Xiangqian looked at the list in his hand and muttered in his heart: Did you have a little more? It's more than what the bureau has distributed.
"Xiao Zhang! I understand your mood. You want to use year-end benefits to stabilize military morale. I support this.
It's just that there are so many supplies..."
"Director, we have prepared the supplies.
No, there is an extra part. I came here just to ask the director, does our bureau still need it?" Zhang Junping quickly spoke out his purpose.
"You said you had already contacted the supplies and there was a lot more?" Cao Xiangqian asked in surprise.
Does the publishing bureau need supplies? They are in great need.
Even if the welfare benefits of the bureau have been determined, supplies are still needed when visiting brother units with which we have business dealings.
"Yeah! I wasn't worried enough, so I contacted more.
Now there are five tons of rice left, five tons of pasta, dried mushrooms, pine nuts, walnuts and other wild products, and about 20 tons of other wild products." Zhang Junping said with a smile.
"Okay, okay! Xiao Zhang is great! You can proactively solve problems. This kind of work attitude is very good!
Just give all the extra supplies to the bureau! They will be distributed uniformly by the bureau, no problem, right?" Cao Xiangqian was overjoyed and said with a smile.
"no problem!
But, Director, you also know that we have just transferred it to our Publishing Bureau, and the account has a start-up capital of 200,000 yuan given by the bureau.
This money to buy welfare..." Zhang Junping readily agreed, then looked at Cao Qianqian with an embarrassed look.
"It doesn't matter. The employees of the painting shop are also employees of the bureau. The money you spent on welfare will be paid by the bureau." Cao Xiangxiang said cheerfully.
"Thank you, Director!" Zhang Junping quickly thanked him, then took out the purchase list he had prepared and handed it to Cao Xiangqian.
Cao Xiangqian didn't look at it and signed it happily.
After reporting on his work and achieving his goal, Zhang Junping hurriedly said goodbye and left.
I stopped by the Finance Department and collected the money.
In the evening, after Zhang Junping sent Qiu Wenyan home, he came to the warehouse outside Guang'an Gate alone.
I took out the supplies I needed for tomorrow.
Tuoes of hairtail are now very easy to sell, and they are sold out as soon as they come on the market.
There is no need for the stall owner to cut it open and sell it. Two or three people take the initiative to form a group, buy a lump, go back and melt the ice themselves, and then weigh and distribute it.
Therefore, this time Zhang Junping filled a warehouse with hairtail fish, which amounted to more than 6,000 ice cubes.
Another room was changed, and Zhang Junping filled this room with swimming crabs, prawns, and yellow croakers.
Change another room and fill it directly with cotton cloth.
During the Chinese New Year, when such supplies appear, they will soon be lost in the sea of people like water splashes.
Unfortunately, Zhang Junping secretly sighed, there are many other seafood in the space, such as king crabs the size of pot lids, cod weighing dozens of kilograms, herrings, and polar sea cucumbers and abalone. Because these have distinct regional characteristics, they are not
Easy to take out.
After putting away his things, Zhang Junping went directly back to the courtyard.
It was already past eleven o'clock at night, Zhang Junping quietly moved his bicycle into the courtyard, and then carefully closed the courtyard door.
Because recently, Zhang Junping has only come back after 10 o'clock or 11 o'clock at night.
Uncle Liu no longer waited for him, but directly opened the door for him. After Zhang Junping came back, he closed the door.
After returning to the house, Zhang Junping took a shower, lay down on the bed, and soon fell asleep.
If you can't sleep, you are free and not tired enough.
Zhang Junping was busy at work during the day. He didn't talk about intrigues, but he also had to use his brain when talking and doing things.
After work in the evening, I have to go to Dashilan to make furniture.
Therefore, Zhang Junping sleeps very well now and sleeps until dawn.
Early the next morning, Zhang Junping rode to the steel rolling mill, said hello to the logistics department, borrowed two trucks, and returned to the painting shop with two trucks of supplies.
Two heavy trucks parked in front of the painting shop were still very conspicuous. Before Zhang Junping could enter, Guo Meizhen came out to check the situation.
In fact, she had already gone out several times in the morning. As soon as she heard the movement of the car, she couldn't help but come out to take a look.
"Manager Zhang, you are back!" Guo Meizhen said hello to Zhang Junping while looking at the big truck.
"Sister Guo, our welfare has been restored. Tell them to come in and unload their things!" Zhang Junping said with a smile.
"I know, I'm going to call someone right now!" Guo Meizhen twisted her waist and ran into the painting shop, shouting loudly to ask someone to come out and move things.
Zhang Junping watched from behind, genuinely worried about Guo Meizhen's waist. The load itself was already heavy enough, but if the frequency of twisting was increased, how could it be endured?
After a while, everyone in the painting shop came down.
Although there are a lot of things pulled over, there is not much that needs to be unloaded.
The painting shop can be considered as the three people in the cafeteria, plus Li Wenjuan and Xia Guoxiang, there are a total of thirty-two people.
There are only a few hundred kilograms of rice noodles and a few hundred kilograms of mountain products. It doesn't take so many people. Half of them can unload the things at once.
The most troublesome thing is the soybean oil. There are six large iron drums of soybean oil that have to be unloaded and repackaged.
"Master, I have to trouble you to wait for a while!" Zhang Junping took out four packs of cigarettes and gave them to the two driver masters, two packs each.
It was a leader's job, and Zhang Junping was so smart and well-served, so naturally they didn't mind waiting a little longer.
After handing over the driver, Zhang Junping walked into the painting shop.
They have cleared a large space in the business hall on the first floor, which is filled with supplies such as rice and flour that they just brought over.
"Um, do you want to bring the bags for rice and noodles?"
"Bring it! Bring it!"
"Brought it!"
Everyone said with a smile.
"That's okay!
"Lao Lu, you and your people from the finance department are responsible for dividing the rice and noodles for everyone."
"Sister Chen, take the people from the business office and separate those sluts."
"Master Qin, Master Zhou, and Master Ma, you three departments are responsible for filling the soybean oil from Tietong into the plastic bucket."
"Xiao Xia, go find Dashan and ask him to bring hairtail, swimming crab, shrimp, and cotton cloth.
This is the order, send this quantity!"
"Xiao Li, you go to the steel rolling mill again and ask Director Hu to arrange a truck to deliver five tons of rice, five tons of flour, and twenty tons of various mountain goods to the Publishing Bureau."
Zhang Junping stood in the business hall and issued a series of orders to everyone.
Everyone was very considerate, talking and laughing while working, thinking about how to spend this new year.
"You guys get busy first. I'll go upstairs and make a call and ask the farm to send pork and mutton." Seeing everyone working in full swing, Zhang Junping said with a smile.
"Go, go! Just leave it to us."
Everyone worked happily and waved to Zhang Junping.
It seemed as if they disliked him for delaying their work.
This may be the job they are most willing to do.
By the time Zhang Junping finished his phone call and went downstairs, Lu Guozhong had already divided the rice and noodles into the bags everyone brought.
Chen Lijun also divided the mountain goods and packed them in woven bags, one for each person, exactly thirty-two.
When Zhang Junping came down, everyone was helping to pack the soybean oil.
Some people carried the empty barrels, some lifted the oil cans out of the iron barrels, some were responsible for holding the plastic barrels, others were responsible for twisting the caps, and some carried the filled soybean oil to the side and stacked them neatly. The division of labor was clear and the work was in full swing.
Zhang Junping saw that there were still people who couldn't help, so he called out: "Anyone who has nothing to do, help load the soybean oil into the car.
I’ll go and send care to those artists soon.”
Scarface moved very quickly. Before the soybean oil was finished loading, he led his men and rode a tricycle to the painting shop.
"Master Zhang, everything you asked for has been delivered." Scarface approached Zhang Junping and whispered the report.
"Yeah! Bring the cotton cloth, hairtail fish, swimming crabs and prawns into the store.
Load the yellow croaker into the car," Zhang Junping ordered.
"yes!
Come on, bring all the cotton cloths in!" Scarface agreed, saying hello and starting to work.
There wasn't much in total, so I finished it quickly.
"Master Zhang, do you have any other instructions?"
"You can deal with the rest of the things in the warehouse.
At the end of the year, give something to the brothers who follow you.
Just come out of the warehouse!" Zhang Junping said with a smile.
"On behalf of the brothers, I would like to thank Mr. Zhang!" Scarface was straightforward and did not refuse, thanking him directly.
Zhang Junping likes such a scarred face even more.
"Go and get busy! In a few days, when I finish my work here, let's have a drink together." Zhang Junping smiled and patted Scarface on the shoulder.
Packing soybean oil is troublesome. I was busy until lunch and still hadn’t finished packing it.
Zhang Junping called two drivers and had lunch together in the cafeteria of the painting shop.
It wasn't 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 time, Wu Xinping was somewhat grateful to Zhang Junping.
It was this young man who allowed him to have such a proud day.
How does it feel to ride in a truck and deliver New Year gifts door to door to old friends?
Wu Xinping didn't know, but he was already feeling great even before he set off.
There are about 100 people who often go to art shops to sell calligraphy and paintings, and there are about 20 people who are still in BJ, including Wu Xinping's friends.
Although these people had never sold calligraphy and paintings, Wu Xinping often took calligraphy and paintings from them and sold them in art shops in his own way.
It is this way that when friends get together, they will occasionally make fun of him: fire prevention, theft prevention and Xinping prevention.
Although it was a joke, Wu Xinping still held a breath in his heart.
Today, I can finally express myself this way.
"Mr. Wu and I won't be back today. You can get off work at that time and take your things with you.
You all know how much the year-end benefits are, and you have checked them yourself. I will not be responsible for anything less." Zhang Junping explained, then got in the car and followed Wu Xinping to give gifts.
Artists selling calligraphy and paintings are mainly concentrated in universities, such as the Central Academy of Fine Arts, China Academy of Arts and Crafts, BJ Art Academy, Tsinghua University and Peking University.
Others are experts and scholars from the Palace Museum Research Institute.
Everyone lives relatively centrally, so you don’t have to travel too many places.
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 dedicated to professors, which is the so-called professor building.
In this era, there was no dedicated villa area for professors.
Wu Xinping jumped out of the car, his movements were so agile that he didn't look like a man in his sixties or almost seventy.
"Hey! Dean Wu is here! What kind of wind brings you here today?" A white-haired old man asked with a smile after seeing Wu Xinping.
In addition to being the manager of BJ Painting Store, Wu Xinping is also the honorary president of BJ Painting Academy.
Two trucks came in and there was still a lot of movement.
Many people looked out of the windows.
It can be seen that professors and artists also have a tendency to gossip.
Zhang Junping also quickly jumped out of the car and walked to Wu Xinping.
"Dean Wu, I'm here to give you a gift!" Wu Xinping said with a laugh.
"Wu Xinping actually gave 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 of Wu Zuoren from Central Academy of Fine Arts. Dean Wu is very supportive of our painting shop.
Lao Wu, this is the new manager of our painting shop." Zhang Junping introduced the two of them.
"Hello, Mr. Wu! I have admired your name for a long time, and I feel honored to see you today!" Zhang Junping saluted Wu Zuoren with cupped fists.
"Manager Zhang, nice to meet you!" Wu Zuoren didn't understand what was going on, but he still returned the favor.
“To thank all the artists and the country for their decades of support to our painting shop.
As it is the festive season, we have prepared some small gifts to thank you for your support." Seeing many old acquaintances coming out, Wu Xinping clasped his fists at everyone and said loudly and energetically.
"Old Wu, what you said is very beautiful. Why don't you tell us what kind of gift you gave us?" A gray-haired old man joked with Wu Xinping.
"Lao Jiang, I know you have just come back and it is difficult, so I prepared a bag of rice, a bag of flour, ten pounds of soybean oil, and four yellow croakers for you." Wu Xinping said with a laugh.
After that, he introduced to Zhang Junping: "Xiao Zhang, this is Dean Jiang Fengjiang of Central Academy of Fine Arts."
"Hello, Mr. Jiang! I have long admired your name!" Zhang Junping quickly clasped his fists and bowed in salute.
His attitude was more respectful than towards Wu Zuoren.
Jiang Feng is an old artist truly worthy of respect.
Some people believe that since Jiang Feng’s unfortunate death, CAFA has been in decline and there is no longer a great master.
There is also Wu Zuoren as the successor, which has something to do with his inability to convince the public.
Please give me a monthly ticket! It’s the end of the month, don’t keep it!
