"I know the manager, and I think so too. If we don't use their connections to sign more veteran artists, then our customers will be in vain."
"It can't be said that the invitation is in vain! Later, as long as they can help introduce other veteran artists, those who deserve the treat will continue to be invited!
Just go to Zhiweizhai and give me my name so you don’t have to queue."
"Manager, if you say this, it will be easier!" Niu Wensheng said with a smile.
After explaining to Chen Lijun and Niu Wensheng, Zhang Junping called Lu Guozhong over again.
"Lao Lu, have you arranged for someone to meet the artist?" Zhang Junping asked directly.
Tomorrow is the opening ceremony of the Chinese Calligraphers and Painters Exchange Meeting, and calligraphy and painting artists from all over the country should also arrive today.
"It has been arranged. People have been arranged to go to the bus station, train station and airport." Lu Guozhong replied quickly.
"Well! It's time to test your office work ability!
Good job!
After the exchange meeting is over, I will report to the bureau and recommend you to be the deputy manager of the company.
Of course, you are still in charge of the office, and you are also responsible for the security department, training center, and canteen." Zhang Junping drew a cake for Lu Guozhong.
Since the establishment of the art company, it has not been equipped with a deputy manager, or even a company leadership team, just to avoid creating constraints for Zhang Junping.
"Thank you, manager! Our office will definitely do a good job in hosting this time." Lu Guozhong did not expect the surprise to come so suddenly and violently, so he quickly expressed his stance.
"Work hard! The future glory of the art company is also due to your efforts." Zhang Junping encouraged with a smile.
After seeing off Lu Guozhong, Zhang Junping came to Wu Xinping's office with a tea cup.
This time, Wu Xinping did not go out to visit friends, but was working on creation in the office.
"Master, I started writing vigorously early in the morning, how elegant it is!" Zhang Junping said with a smile.
"Tong Fei is here! What do you think of my calligraphy?" Wu Xinping saw Zhang Junping coming in and greeted him with a smile.
"The word "you" is like a swimming dragon, vigorous and powerful, and like a dancing phoenix, full of elegance!
It can be said that the dragon is flying and the phoenix is dancing!
No wonder Master, you started working on creation early in the morning, it turns out that your skills are much deeper." Zhang Junping complimented with a smile.
It's not a compliment, Wu Xinping's handwriting has indeed improved a lot compared to before.
"Haha! You, a fellow flyer, can make me happy! My handwriting is not as good as your words!" Wu Xinping said modestly, but the smile on his face revealed his mood.
Wu Xinping was secretly proud that his calligraphy practice during this period was not in vain.
Finally showed his face in front of his apprentice.
Listening to Zhang Junping's praise, Wu Xinping suddenly remembered that when he was learning painting from his master, he practiced painting desperately just to get a compliment from his master.
When he thought of this, Wu Xinping, who was originally a little excited, suddenly felt dull.
"Master, most of the artists from other places are probably here today. Are you planning a welcome banquet tonight?" Zhang Junping asked with a smile after praising Wu Xinping.
"Yes! They are all old friends. Some of them have not seen each other for many years. We want to arrange a reception banquet and have a good chat." Wu Xinping smiled and nodded.
"Then I'll communicate with BJ Hotel and we'll arrange to stay in the banquet hall that night. It's spacious and can accommodate a large number of people. It's also convenient for us to communicate with each other." Zhang Junping said with a smile.
"Okay, let's make it in the banquet hall. You and I will attend the evening. You also know how much Master drinks. We will work together in the evening. I will chat and you will drink." Wu Xinping thought of his old friend whom he had not seen for many years.
My mood improved again, and I started joking with Zhang Junping.
"Okay! I'll drink, and you can chat!" Zhang Junping smiled and nodded.
I chatted with Wu Xinping for a while and told Wu Xinping about my banquet with Liu Deying and other veteran artists yesterday.
Although some people reported to Wu Xinping even if he didn't say it, speaking out on his own represented respect for Wu Xinping.
Back in the office, Zhang Junping picked up the phone and called the front desk of BJ Hotel to make a reservation for the banquet hall tonight.
And reserved twenty tables of meals.
Although the banquet was for artists from out of town, Wu Xinping and him could not be the only ones attending.
No matter what, I have to ask an old artist with more than ten or twenty BJ skills to accompany me.
After making the phone call and booking the banquet, Zhang Junping went to talk to Wu Xinping again.
Back in the office, Zhang Junping suddenly felt like he had nothing to do.
Well! It’s not an illusion.
He really has nothing to do now.
This is the advantage of being a leader. All the work is left to the people below, and the leader only needs to wait to hear the report.
"Xiangzi, go and call your Uncle Pan and Section Chief Zhai!" Zhang Junping found something to do for himself.
"yes!"
Xia Guoxiang ran to ask Pan Meng and Zhai to resist the Japanese.
"Manager, did you call us?" Pan Meng and Zhai Kangri came to Zhang Junping's office together.
"Today Lao Niu went to see Liu Deying and Liu Lao to sign a contract. It is estimated that Liu Deying's disciples and grandchildren will also sign many contracts.
Therefore, the procurement of raw materials must be put on the agenda.
I plan to ask you two, and two more security officers who are good at it.
Let’s go to Western Xinjiang together, go to Hotan to purchase a batch of Hotan jade and come back.
Section Chief Pan is familiar with it there, and after completing the purchase, he can also contact the truck to transport it back." Zhang Junping smiled and expressed his thoughts.
"Okay, manager. When will we set off?" Zhai Kangri simply agreed to Zhang Junping's decision.
If you hold this position, you will definitely have to work hard.
"You go home and pack up today, then set off tomorrow!
You go to the finance department to borrow one million and go directly to Xijiang with the cash." Zhang Junping lowered his head and wrote a note and handed it to Zhai Kangri.
"Squad leader, we haven't applied for our guns yet. Without guns, is it a bit unsafe to go to Western Xinjiang with so much money?" Pan Meng said.
"Well! You go find Section Chief Zheng and ask her to coordinate and see if the gun can be approved today."
Before the 1970s and early 1980s, the security departments of various units could be equipped with guns, but they needed to apply for a gun license and police equipment from the Public Security Bureau.
"Yes!" Pan Meng saluted.
"If you can't get the approval, you can come to my house tonight." Zhang Junping said when Pan Meng and Zhai Kangri were about to leave.
"Yes!" Pan Meng agreed loudly and left the office.
After sending Pan Meng and Zhai away to fight against the Japanese, Zhang Junping leaned on his chair and closed his eyes to rest.
In my mind, I was thinking about the development direction of the art company.
Although the development direction of the art company has long been set, some details still need to be adjusted in detail based on the actual situation.
Combining the news from Scarface and talking to Yang Shankui and Liu Deying and other veteran artists yesterday, Zhang Junping became acutely aware of a problem.
After the founding of the People's Republic of China, the original craftsmen became workers, the great working class.
My status is countless times higher than before the founding of the People's Republic of China. My job is stable, my life is stable, and my income is also very stable.
However, this kind of stability has caused many people to lose one thing, and that is ingenuity.
After the new generation of craftsmen regard themselves as workers and produce handicrafts according to the factory's production process, the handicrafts have lost their soul, and our craftsmen have also lost their ingenuity.
Although not all, this is a phenomenon that represents the majority.
When a craftsman loses his ingenuity, is he still called a craftsman?
Can a handicraft produced according to certain rules be called a work of art?
This is actually the same as the dispute between the little black fat man and mainstream cross talk.
Originally they were all folk artists, but the country recruited them in order to take care of them so that they could use their abilities to enrich the people's spare time life.
Those who talk about cross talk also become artists.
It doesn't matter, after all, as long as you can bring happiness to the people, it doesn't matter if you are an artist.
The older generation is frightened by the country and the people who respect them as artists, and they work hard to talk about cross talk well and bring joy to the people.
However, the new generation of crosstalk actors really regard themselves as artists.
But they have forgotten that what the people need is not cross talk artists, but cross talk that can bring them happiness.
Until crosstalk was about to die, Little Black Fatty appeared and redefined crosstalk as a form of performance that brings happiness to the people.
As a result, those cross talk artists were unhappy. Aren't you just slapping us in the face?
We have already said that the decline of cross talk is because people don’t like cross talk anymore and cross talk has not adapted to social development. It is not our fault.
How nice would it be if we all died quietly together?
You just saved cross talk, how do you want us to explain to the leaders?
Doesn’t this make us appear incompetent?
If not you, who will?
Now, handicrafts are also facing this situation.
Once everyone has acquiesced in the idea that handicrafts should be produced this way, and that assembly line production is efficient and scientific, handicrafts will almost die out.
In later generations, many traditional crafts almost died because of this reason.
In other words, many traditional crafts are really dead.
If you really don't adapt to the social trend, it will not be a pity for traditional crafts that are destined to be eliminated by society.
However, there are obviously many traditional crafts that are worthy of preservation and can survive well in the new era, but they eventually died due to wrong concepts, which is a pity.
Fortunately, the country has realized this and has made great efforts to save traditional crafts. Many traditional crafts have been revived, but there are still many traditional crafts that have been lost, and we can only accept their death.
What Zhang Junping has been thinking about these days is how to change this situation.
This concept cannot be allowed to continue to develop.
If you don't come to the art company and continue to work as a buyer in the Materials Bureau, even if you are the section chief or the chief of the government, you will not be responsible for traditional crafts.
In other words, even after he was transferred to BJ Painting Shop and ran the painting shop honestly, exchanging calligraphy and painting for foreign currency, he didn't need to worry about traditional crafts.
But, who let him, he just launched a reform plan for the art shop, and greedily expanded the business scope of the art company to all traditional handicrafts.
Since we are dealing in traditional handicrafts, we naturally have responsibilities and think about some things.
After all, even if it was just for the performance of the art company, he had to intervene to change the status quo of traditional crafts and traditional craftsmen.
Zhang Junping has been thinking about how to do it specifically, but so far, the idea is there, but it has not yet taken shape.
Seeing Zhang Junping leaning on the chair with his eyes closed and concentrating, Li Wenjuan consciously went over and helped Zhang Junping rub his temples.
Zhang Junping didn't say anything, and continued to rest with his eyes closed, letting Li Wenjuan rub his temples.
After a while, Zheng Dongmei knocked on the door and came in.
"Manager, I just called the city bureau and they told me that it can be approved today.
Let Section Chief Pan go over to go through the formalities and collect the police equipment."
"Do we need any formalities from our side?"
"Your signature and seal are required."
"Okay! Let Pan Ke fill out the form, and I will sign and seal it." Zhang Junping nodded.
Then he said with a smile: "It's up to Sister Zheng to take action."
"Manager, I don't want you to be like this! I help you with things and you still ridicule me." Zheng Dongmei rolled her eyes at Zhang Junping and said.
"Ha ha!
I'm not making fun of Sister Zheng. Sister Zheng really helped a lot with the police equipment.
Otherwise, I would be really worried if Pan Meng and the four of them were to go to Western Xinjiang with one million in cash." Zhang Junping said with a smile.
"Xiangzi, drive home and get two bottles of medicinal wine, remember one red bottle and one blue bottle." Zhang Junping turned to Xia Guoxiang and ordered.
"Manager, are you too stingy? To do such a big thing for you, why don't you just give me two bottles of medicinal wine?" Zheng Dongmei also knew that Zhang Junping was generous and usually very easy-going when it didn't involve official business, so she also talked with him.
Just kidding.
"Sister Zheng, after you taste it, you will know whether I am stingy or not.
Let me tell you! The red bottle is for you to drink, and the blue bottle is for your brother-in-law.
At my brother-in-law's age, three dollars a day is enough, and the same goes for you, Sister Zheng.
You will know how generous I am tomorrow." Zhang Junping said with a smile.
"It's so mysterious. I want to see if it's really that amazing." Zheng Dongmei said with a look of disbelief.
"I have nothing to say now, and you will know tomorrow." Zhang Junping didn't make any further distinctions, he just said with a smile.
The reason why I gave Zheng Dongmei medicinal wine was to further build a good relationship with Zheng Dongmei’s husband.
The section chief of the Comprehensive Section of the Municipal Bureau of Public Security, a division-level cadre with real power in his thirties.
Worth the investment.
He has always lacked connections with the Public Security Bureau.
Although he could talk to the Public Security Bureau through Xu Shaomin's relationship, it was not his relationship after all.
Going beyond Xu Shaomin to find someone to do something is not a good idea.
But he was kind enough to do everything through Xu Shaomin, but it was just too troublesome.
It is better to manage this relationship yourself.
After seeing Zheng Dongmei off, Zhang Junping stood up and came to the front of the bookcase.
Seeing that Zhang Junping was about to create, Li Wenjuan's eyes lit up and she trotted forward to rub Zhang Junping's ink.
When Li Wenjuan finished studying the ink, Zhang Junping took a center small wolf hair brush and took over the ink.
Start painting on rice paper.
Zhang Junping is different from his usual painting. I thought that Zhang Junping always chooses a long-edged and large wolf brush to splash ink. He does not change the brush from beginning to end. He paints very fast, so fast that the viewers feel dazzled.
Today, Zhang Junping used the center trumpet wolf hair, and he painted stroke by stroke, very slowly and seriously.
Li Wenjuan did not dare to disturb Zhang Junping. She just held her breath and quietly watched Zhang Junping paint.
It wasn't until Zhang Junping raised his pen to draw ink that Li Wenjuan asked her doubts.
"Master, what are you painting?"
"yes!"
"Master, can you also draw meticulous paintings?" Li Wenjuan asked in surprise.
Zhang Junping rarely painted meticulous paintings before. Except for the Twelve Flowers Divine Chapter, he had never painted any other meticulous paintings.
The Twelve Flowers Chapter was not publicized to the outside world because it was Zhang Junping and Qiu Wenyan’s boudoir pleasure.
Therefore, Li Wenjuan didn't know that Zhang Junping could also paint meticulous paintings.
“What’s so surprising that I can draw meticulous paintings?
Who said that if you can draw freehand brushwork, you cannot be good at fine brushwork?" Zhang Junping said with a smile.
"No, I'm just a little surprised. Master, you are only six or seven years older than me. How come there are so many?"
"This can only be said to be a gift!
Your master and I, apart from being reluctant to go to school since we were young, have learned everything very quickly. Basically, we are the type who can figure it out at a glance and become proficient with a little practice." Zhang Junping thought for a moment and said with a smile.
"Master, how can you hit people like this?" Li Wenjuan said with a bitter face.
"Juanzi, don't compare with Master, you are already one of those with great talent.
As long as you work hard, you will definitely achieve great results in the future." Zhang Junping comforted him with a smile.
"You might as well not comfort me." Li Wenjuan curled her lips and said.
Zhang Junping stopped chatting with Li Wenjuan and continued to paint.
When I say painting is slow, I mean it is compared with freehand painting. In fact, Zhang Junping's painting is not slow at all.
About half an hour later, when Xia Guoxiang came back from taking the medicinal wine, Zhang Junping had already finished half of it.
Xia Guoxiang came in and saw Zhang Junping painting. His eyes lit up and he did not disturb him. He stood quietly and watched Zhang Junping painting.
It was also the first time for Xia Guoxiang to see Zhang Junping's meticulous painting, and he was very immersed in it.
After more than half an hour, Zhang Junping finally finished sketching the lines.
I replaced another small white cloud and started coloring.
Zhang Junping did not ask Li Wenjuan to adjust the colors. He still used ink and used the thick ink to add color to the painting.
It is true that there is no need to adjust other colors. Although Zhang Junping painted meticulous paintings, what he painted was a group of ancient buildings.
Blue bricks with tile paint.
The blue bricks and tiles naturally exude a strong ancient charm without the need for other colors.
"Master, is this meticulous painting you painted?" Xia Guoxiang asked, staring at the painting on the bookcase with bright eyes.
"Yeah, didn't you see it?"
"Master, I want to learn gongbi painting!" Xia Guoxiang said with burning eyes.
"Have you decided?" Zhang Junping asked with a smile.
"Yes! It's decided! I like gongbi painting and the feeling when painting gongbi." Xia Guoxiang nodded vigorously.
"Okay! Then you can specialize in meticulous painting from now on!" Zhang Junping smiled happily.
It doesn’t matter what you study, what matters is finding your own way.
