Zhang Junping asked them to bring their family and friends because he was worried that they would be too enthusiastic.
What will happen when a French girl who dares to love and hate, who is warm and hospitable, meets a handsome boss?
Normally it's fine, but when you go to a party and drink some wine, it's not necessarily the case.
Although Zhang Junping didn't mind a casual encounter, he didn't want anything to happen to his subordinates.
The rabbit still won't eat the grass beside the nest.
Once something happens with a subordinate, there will be a lot of trouble later.
Only those who are incompetent will use their authority to unspoken rules for their female subordinates.
Zhang Junping took a bottle of red wine from the wine cellar, lay half on the sofa, and drank the wine by himself.
Watching a group of beautifully dressed beautiful shop assistants working.
Well! Sure enough, labor is the most beautiful!
Squatting together, bending down and getting up, the scenery is indeed infinite.
"Sir, these are the items we have counted that need to be purchased. Do you think there is anything else that needs to be purchased?" Rosa and Lisa have already counted the supplies that need to be purchased.
"Yeah!" Zhang Junping glanced at the results list lazily and said with a smile: "I remember that there were people in the mall who bought Chinese liquor, Moutai, and Wuliangye. They all bought them for me, as much as I wanted.
Oh! By the way! And the Mingqian Longjing, Tieguanyin, Dahongpao, Anxi white tea, the best ones, all are bought for me, and I buy as much as I can."
Maotai, Wuliangye, and tea are all major exporters that earn foreign exchange.
Not to mention Moutai and Wuliangye, all kinds of tea are sold in limited quantities domestically, and many are even special supplies. Only the top leaders have a small share.
If anyone else wants to drink it, they will have to cross the sea and show their magical powers.
In fact, it is not that the output is low, but that the country exports most of its materials to earn foreign exchange.
In fact, it is not wrong for the country to do this.
You don’t even have enough to eat, so why are you so picky?
Zhang Junping didn't have his hands free before. Rosa happened to be going shopping today, so she just asked him to buy it together.
The Baroque style house looks a bit like a pagoda, but not exactly. The layout is large at the bottom and small at the top. The hall on the first floor plus kitchen, dining room, etc., totaling more than 700 square meters, and the children's bedrooms and guest rooms on the second floor.
, it is more than 500 square meters, and it becomes more than 400 square meters on the third floor. The entire first floor is the owner's living room.
In the middle of the party, Zhang Junping hid on the third floor and closed the door to sleep.
I can't help it, these beautiful shop assistants are too enthusiastic. When they are not drinking, they are better and somewhat reserved.
After drinking, he let go. Whenever Zhang Junping showed any signs of interest, the three-meter-wide bed on the third floor couldn't cover it.
Therefore, Zhang Junping simply hid on the third floor early and slept.
Feel free to let them have fun in the garden below.
You can go if you want to, or if you don't want to, there are plenty of rooms on the second floor.
A week has passed in the blink of an eye. The decoration over there is going smoothly, and the training here is also on track.
With paid training, the beautiful shop assistants are naturally highly motivated.
Zhang Junping specially found a Chinese student from the university to teach them Chinese. He also hired two professors specializing in art education from the Ecole Nationale Supérieure des Beaux-Arts in Paris to provide art training for them.
This training does not require them to become artists, but allows them to receive some artistic influence and master art knowledge so that they can communicate with customers and avoid the embarrassing situation of laymen selling to insiders.
After arranging all this, Zhang Junping set off to return to China.
There are still a lot of things going on in the country, and he is a little worried if he doesn't go back.
After a lot of twists and turns, Zhang Junping's plane finally landed in BJ.
It was early April when I left, and now that I've turned around, it's already mid-May.
Zhang Junping wears a white shirt on his upper body, a pair of black trousers on his lower body, and a pair of leather shoes on his feet. He is dressed casually.
However, these clothes are all tailor-made by foreign luxury brands.
A man relies on his clothes and a horse relies on his saddle. Zhang Junping is already a majestic person, and with the clothes that can set off his figure and temperament, he looks even more extraordinary.
Everything he does gives people a sense of oppression and aura.
Zhang Junping took a taxi at the airport.
"Hello! Looking at your demeanor and dress, are you a returned overseas Chinese?" The taxi driver sneered and chatted with Zhang Junping.
"You can't be fooled, I'm an authentic BJ guy and I just came back from a business trip." Zhang Junping said with a smile.
"Ouch! Then you must be a big leader! Let me just say that this morning, the magpies were calling at my window. It turned out to be a happy event!
It's such a joy to be able to serve such a big leader like you!" The taxi driver was also a talkative, and one day Zhang Junping was a BJ guy, so he chatted even more enthusiastically.
"It's hard to tell. In BJ City, at my level, you can meet hundreds and eighty of them in a day." Zhang Junping was not bored by the taxi driver's talk. On the contrary, he felt a special sense of intimacy.
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"Boss, although I don't have much education, I am just a taxi driver, but I see a lot of people, but in BJ City, there are not many people who can match your magnanimity." Seeing that Zhang Junping is so easy-going, the taxi driver
The driver is more energetic.
"You flattered me!
Your job as a taxi driver is not easy. When a foreigner comes to BJ, the first person he comes into contact with is your taxi driver.
On a smaller scale, it represents the image of our old BJ, on a larger scale, it represents the image of the country." Zhang Junping smiled and complimented the taxi driver.
"Hey, why don't I say you are a great leader! You speak well!" The taxi driver's eyes narrowed in joy.
The two of them chatted all the way, not feeling lonely at all. For about an hour, the car stopped steadily at the entrance of Dashilan Siheyuan.
"Hey! Let me tell you, you are extraordinary! You are the only one in Dashilar with the bright gate." Seeing where the taxi stopped, the taxi driver flattered him again.
"Now that we have reformed and opened up, and the Qing Dynasty has been gone for almost a hundred years, what does it have to do with us whether we have bright doors or not?" Zhang Junping said with a smile.
This bright door was rebuilt by himself for convenience and good looks.
As for regulations, as he said, the Qing Dynasty has been dead for seventy years, so who cares about this.
After paying the money, Zhang Junping walked into the courtyard with a salute.
"Why is Pingzi back?"
"Master, you are back!"*4
Today is Sunday, and the four apprentices are all at home, practicing boxing with their grandfather.
"You're back!" Qiu Wenyan was also at home. When she saw Zhang Junping, she came up to him with a face full of surprise and wanted to take Zhang Junping's bag.
"I can do it myself! You have to be careful now and don't do heavy work!" Zhang Junping was naturally reluctant to let his wife carry his bag for him.
"Master!" Xia Guoxiang and Li Wenjuan stepped forward first and took the suitcase from Zhang Junping's hand.
The six puppies have now grown into big dogs, with a shoulder height of more than 40 centimeters and thick limbs. The big dogs look very scary.
These six dogs still remember Zhang Junping. When they saw Zhang Junping, they ran to Zhang Junping and circled around him, and the dogs whined from their mouths.
"Haha! Big black, two black, three black, big yellow, two yellow, three yellow, yes, I still remember your dad!" Zhang Junping squatted down, hugged the dogs' heads one by one and touched them.
After sending the six hounds away, Zhang Junping greeted his grandfather, "Grandpa, you didn't go fishing today?"
"I'm going fishing, who will teach your disciples for you?" Grandpa rolled his eyes at Zhang Junping.
This grandson is so unreliable that he accepts apprentices and does not teach them himself, but leaves them to others.
Thank you for coming, otherwise wouldn't this be a mistake?
"You are very experienced. There were famous old boxers in the four or nine cities in the past." Zhang Junping said with a smile.
Zhang Junping's grandfather lived in BJ City before liberation. His grandfather's father was also a famous recalcitrant in BJ City. Later, he offended someone and moved his family to the mountains to live in seclusion.
"You!" Grandpa shook his head and stopped talking to Zhang Junping. He held the radio and squinted while listening to Peking Opera.
"Have you eaten?" Qiu Wenyan took a wet towel and handed it to Zhang Junping.
"I had something to eat on the plane, and I'm rushing home as soon as I get off the plane." Zhang Junping wiped his face and then his hands.
"Shall I order some noodles for you?"
There’s something special about getting the dumplings on the car and then the noodles.
"Okay! I'm really tired of being outside for so long and eating Western food every day!" Zhang Junping said with a smile.
Went to the backyard with Qiu Wenyan. Grandma couldn't sit still, so she and Zhang's mother dug up the back garden of the backyard, made a piece of land, planted a lot of vegetables, and raised more than a dozen chickens.
Not letting others interfere, several apprentices refused to let them help water the ground. They carried a bucket and a ladle every day and watered the ground little by little.
It's more delicate than other people's flowers.
At this time, grandma was watering vegetables.
"Grandma!" Zhang Junping shouted while standing outside the vegetable garden.
"Pingzi is back?" Grandma dropped the ladle, walked quickly to Zhang Junping, took Zhang Junping's hand, and looked him up and down.
"Isn't it good to eat out? Why have you lost weight again?"
"Grandma, I'm tired of eating meat outside, so I just want to eat the hand-made noodles you made!" Zhang Junping didn't argue, he took his grandma's hand, looked at her complexion, and said with a smile.
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Grandma looks good and has a rosy complexion. Although she is over seventy, her steps just now looked very steady. She will have no problem living to ninety-nine.
"If you want to eat hand-made noodles, grandma will make them for you right now!" Grandma narrowed her eyes with a smile.
Grandma and Qiu Wenyan went into the kitchen to make Zhang Junping dough.
Zhang Junping returned to the middle courtyard and sat in the main room to teach four apprentices.
After some questioning, Zhang Junping praised Xia Guoxiang and criticized Li Wenjuan. As for the Huaizhi brothers, they were slapped directly.
Use a ruler and hit the palm of your hand.
This was a corporal punishment method commonly used by old teachers in teaching students in the past.
Although Xia Guoxiang was praised for his homework, because he and Li Wenjuan failed to take care of their juniors, like Li Wenjuan, he was slapped five times by Zhang Junping.
Don't think that five strokes is very light. One stroke of a bamboo ruler will make your palms swell.
Zhang Junping naturally couldn't swell their palms. None of the four apprentices ran away, and they were all beaten up.
Zhang Junping uses Qiaojin, which does not cause redness, swelling, or injury to the muscles and bones, but it is guaranteed to cause pain for two or three days.
It's swollen but painful.
In other words, the left hand should be used, otherwise you would not be able to use chopsticks to eat at night.
"We are all craftsmen, good at work and hard at work, but at leisure.
If you don't study hard, you won't be able to learn. The best that others can say is that I, the master, am incompetent, but in the end you will only suffer the consequences."
Under the power of his master, Huaizhi did not dare to cry, but his palms were so painful that tears welled up in his eyes.
After educating all four apprentices, Zhang Junping showed a smile and said, "Juanzi, go and open my gift box. There are gifts I brought for you."
"Thank you, Master!" Li Wenjuan said her thanks obediently and ran to open the gift box.
Zhang Junping distributed the gifts he prepared to his four apprentices one by one.
In fact, Zhang Junping really didn't know what gifts to buy for his apprentice. He could only buy a few clothes and some foreign snacks.
Looking at the beautiful clothes and snacks they had never seen before, the two brothers Huaizhi forgot about the pain in their palms and laughed with tears in their eyes.
Master still loves them.
But, sometimes, it really hurts too much.
For a time, the warm scene of a loving father and a filial son returned to the hall.
Grandpa was in the yard and heard the movement in the main room, with a satisfied smile on his face.
My grandson is really very capable.
The trick of hitting a stick and giving a sweet date is very clever.
If you come up first and give out gifts first and then teach you homework, although it looks the same, in fact, it is very different.
The joy of receiving the gift and the gratitude to Master will be greatly shattered by the board.
However, it was different if they were beaten first and the gifts were distributed later. The pain from the beating just now was washed away by the gifts. They would not hold grudges, but would only be grateful for Master's love for them.
Even if the palm of my hand still hurts, I will only feel guilty because I didn't do my homework well and that's why I made Master angry.
Order is sometimes important.
"Hey! Are you handing out gifts? Do you have my share?" Qiu Wenyan finished cooking the noodles and came over to call Zhang Junping. When she saw the four apprentices showing off their gifts, she asked with a smile.
"Yes, if you forget anyone, you can't forget your wife. You are now the key protection target of our old Zhang family." Zhang Junping said with a smile.
"De Xing! The noodles are ready, go and eat them quickly!" Qiu Wenyan rolled her eyes at Zhang Junping.
"Hahaha..." Zhang Junping laughed and ran to the backyard to eat noodles.
Fried noodles, BJ people’s favorite.
For things like sesame paste, in the past, not even now, BJ actually issued a serious policy to limit the purchase.
It can be seen how much BJ people like to eat fried noodles.
This is the place to eat noodles, that is, pad bar pad bar.
In the evening, the family came to Zhiweizhai and had a reunion dinner.
When Zhang's mother saw Zhang Junping, she also held hands, looked up and down, left and right, and exchanged greetings.
In fact, Zhang's father and Zhang's mother are used to not seeing their son for a month or two, but this time they are going abroad, so they pay more attention to it.
In the evening, there was nothing to say. Although a little farewell was better than a wedding, conditions did not allow it, so I could only hold it in.
The next day, Zhang Junping came to the company on his bicycle.
His special car is kept in the company.
After all, it is allocated by the government, and it is not appropriate for him to keep it at home while he is abroad.
"Master, are you in good health?" Zhang Junping came to Wu Xinping's office carrying two kilograms of tea.
"Okay! Since you're not here, no one is popular with me. I just eat well and feel better!" Seeing Zhang Junping back, Wu Xinping was very happy, but he cursed with a smile.
"Master, you have wronged me. I am such a filial disciple, how can I be angry with you?
You see, I didn’t forget to bring you a gift when I came back from abroad!” Zhang Junping yelled, putting Mingqian Longjing on the desk in front of Wu Xinping.
"What do you think? Are there any apprentices like you? Even when I'm abroad, I don't forget to arrange work for me.
Also, is this Longjing a gift you brought back to me from abroad?" Wu Xinping laughed angrily.
This apprentice is so unreliable that he got two kilograms of Longjing tea and dared to say that it was a gift brought from abroad.
"That's right! Master, this is Mingqian Longjing. Except for supplying the top leaders, the rest are exclusively for export.
This can be regarded as switching from export to domestic sales." Zhang Junping explained with a smile.
"You really haven't come back from abroad?"
"Can this be false?
I was wondering what gift to bring you, and I happened to see someone selling tea in the mall, and it was the authentic Mingqian Shifeng Longjing tea.
I just rounded it up for him!" Zhang Junping said with a smile.
"If it's rounded, can you give me two pounds?" Wu Xinping glared.
"You drink it first, and I'll get it for you later. I'll make sure I don't miss your tea." Zhang Junping comforted him with a smile.
"This is what you said. If the tea cannot be supplied, don't blame me for going on strike!" Wu Xinping threatened.
“Don’t worry, I guarantee that your tea will not be cut off!
I have asked Zhou Dashan to negotiate with Hangzhou about contracting the tea mountain. When the tea mountain is contracted, will we still be short of your tea?
You tell me what kind of tea you want to drink, and I will immediately send someone to pack it!" Zhang Junping said domineeringly.
Although this old man has a childish temper, he still has to be coaxed and he is still expected to work. If he is not coaxed well, what will happen if he gives up?
So, you have to coax.
"Okay, you are really rich now." Wu Xinping smiled and nodded to Zhang Junping.
"Have all the overseas matters been dealt with?"
“It’s over now, the store clerks have been recruited, and the store is being renovated.
I have to go back to deal with the company's affairs." Zhang Junping told Wu Xinping everything about the situation in Paris.
"You're such a tough guy. The fact that you lent money to the company has alerted the higher-ups!" Wu Xinping said, pointing to the sky.
"What does it say above?"
"At the beginning, there were various opinions. Some said that the state pays you a salary, and your income should belong to the state. Some said that this is royalties and should belong to individuals.
Anyway, the commotion was very serious, so we reported it level by level.
In the end, it was the chief designer who spoke and the tone was set.
The income from selling paintings belongs to royalties, is reasonable and legal, is just income, and belongs to the individual!
The chief designer finally made a joke and said, if the royalties are to be nationalized, what will happen to Mao Zu's millions of royalties and his royalties?
As soon as these words came out, no one dared to speak anymore." Wu Xinping did not show off and directly told the result.
Mao Zu, in the hearts of Chinese people, is a god.
His prestige is unparalleled.
Duke Zhou is not good enough, and neither is the chief designer.