Let’s talk about the ugly things at the beginning, whoever is fooling around by taking a slightly defective product just for the sake of bonus.
Once discovered, from the quality inspection director to you old masters, no one can escape, and we will be punished as necessary. I guarantee that it will not only make you feel painful, but also make you feel distressed when you think about it." Zhang Junping smiled brightly.
, as if he was telling a joke, but when everyone heard it, they felt a chill in their hearts.
"Manager, don't worry! I'll take my character guarantee and guarantee that I won't let even a single defective product sneak in.
If something goes wrong, my last name will never be Niu!" Niu Wensheng quickly stood up and promised loudly.
Among the people here, he knows Zhang Junping best.
My master calls me Master Zhang when he meets me. How can I be so easy to offend?
"I have a set of orders here! The total number of orders in the first phase is 10,000 pieces!
This is the pattern, you all have a look!" Zhang Junping distributed the patterns he prepared to everyone.
"This set of orders is for everyone to practice. After completing this order, there will basically be no restrictions on what style of porcelain you can make. You can design the shape of the porcelain according to your own preferences."
There are no restrictions on the type of instrument, you can design the type yourself, which is definitely good news for these master craftsmen.
Although I have been working on making porcelain and firing kilns all my life, people are somewhat pretentious and always feel that their current job suppresses themselves. They always make porcelain according to the design drafts of experts, which suppresses themselves.
Unable to perform at one's highest level.
Therefore, the self-designed device type mentioned by Zhang Junping is the best news for them.
"However, when you design your own device, you should remember one thing: the following basics.
From now on, the porcelain produced by our fine porcelain factory will all have the base price: Impression of China!
The porcelain you designed and fired will, in a sense, represent the impression of China from now on.
I hope all masters can understand the meaning of these four words!
We do not seek to bring glory to the country, but we cannot disgrace the country because of our craftsmanship. You should think about it carefully." Zhang Junping said to everyone in a sincere tone.
This is also a helpless move.
I hope these four words "Impression of China" can make them feel awe and stop making trouble.
There is no way, this is human nature.
The ancient emperors, relying on the threat of beheading and confiscating their homes, forced these porcelain craftsmen to strive for excellence and fire the most perfect porcelain.
7501 porcelain, that is Mao Zu’s personality charm, unparalleled throughout the ages, he is the god in the hearts of the Chinese people.
No one dares to joke about 7501 porcelain. We must work hard to make the most perfect porcelain.
Just because it would be easier for him to hold the bowl when eating, and make life more convenient.
This is respect from the heart.
Zhang Junping was unable to achieve the decisiveness of the ancient emperors, nor did he have the personality charm of Mao Zu. He could only use money and national justice to guide them, hoping that they could use their heart to make perfect porcelain.
Zhang Junping stayed at JDZ for a few more days, and led others to bake a kiln of porcelain. He looked at the people with his own eyes, full of reluctance, and resolutely smashed all the porcelain with minor flaws and below, and then smiled with satisfaction.
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There are more than 5,000 pieces of porcelain in this kiln, and more than 900 pieces of flawless grade porcelain have been selected. The production rate of flawless grade porcelain is still very high.
This is also due to Zhang Junping's improvement of the firing process on the existing basis, so that the wood burns more fully and the porcelain is heated more evenly.
Zhang Junping was thinking that if the kiln was switched to a temperature-controllable electric heating porcelain kiln, the flawless production rate should be improved.
The main reason for slightly defective products and defective products is uneven heating, excessive heating of the glaze or insufficient heat, which leads to inconsistent chemical reactions of the shaft material, resulting in defects in the porcelain.
If a temperature-controllable electric heating porcelain kiln is built, and after a period of exploration, the optimal reaction temperature of the glaze and the optimal heating time are determined, then the flawless production rate will definitely skyrocket.
However, Zhang Junping does not have time to study this matter himself now, so he can only leave it to Scarface, Niu Wensheng and the experts from the Ceramics Research Institute.
It has been almost twenty days since he came to JDZ, and it is already June. He has to leave for Paris to prepare for the touring exhibition in July.
When Zhang Junping left, he took with him more than 1,600 pieces of porcelain that had been fired before.
These porcelains are all flawless grade porcelain.
Each piece of porcelain can be given as a national gift to international friends.
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When I return to the company, it is natural to have a meeting to understand the situation of each department as usual.
After all departments reported their situations, Zhang Junping spoke.
"Sister Chen, I brought more than 1,600 pieces of porcelain from JDZ. I took the time to arrange for people to file them and then seal them.
As for the packaging boxes, it is better to find a woodworking factory to produce them." Zhang Junping explained to Chen Lijun.
“Manager, I’m really busy here!
It turns out that there are 20,000 pieces of calligraphy and painting alone. Since the touring exhibition began to promote, the contracted artists seem to have been on steroids. In the more than a month since you were away, the number of calligraphy and painting works alone has increased by 3,000 to 4,000.
There are also handicrafts brought back from the jade carving factory, the ivory carving factory, the mahogany silver-inlaid art factory, and the cloisonné handicraft factory. There are about 10,000 pieces in total.
You've got more than a thousand pieces now, and I'm really too busy..." Chen Lijun protested resentfully.
"Well, what you said is indeed a problem! I will discuss this with the secretary, and then we will set up a special archives management department and merge the warehouse into this department.
In the future, this department will be responsible for filing and archiving all artworks.
However, for the time being, you have to work hard and there are not enough staff, so just contact universities such as Tsinghua University, Peking University, Beijing Normal University, and Central Academy of Fine Arts, and ask them to send more students.
I believe all universities will support such a good work-study opportunity.
These 20,000 to 30,000 works of art have been accumulated together. Once all these works of art are compiled, it will be easier in the future." Zhang Junping could only comfort Chen Lijun.
I am afraid of rushing into everything. With these tens of thousands of works of art accumulated together, the work of filing is indeed very busy.
"Okay! Then I'll go back and contact those universities to recruit more college students for work-study programs." Chen Lijun could only nod.
"By the way, have the first batch of artworks been sent out?"
"It was sent out. It was sent out two weeks ago, the day after you went to JDZ."
"I understand! You arrange the things at home and leave them to the team leaders. You come with me this time when you go abroad." Zhang Junping nodded and talked about another thing.
"Okay manager!" Chen Lijun agreed with joy on her face.
"Okay, let's do this first." Zhang Junping picked up the teacup, took a sip of tea, and said to Chen Lijun.
"OK!"
"Manager Zheng, I plan to take a group of interns out this time when I go abroad. You can screen them out. Those who are not firm in their thinking will be screened out first.
Then select unmarried employees with better grades, more stable family backgrounds." Zhang Junping turned to Zheng Dongmei and said.
Zhang Junping was also worried that after taking these young people out, he could not afford something bad to happen again.
"Okay! I get it!"
"As for the candidates, you should also seek Manager Chen's opinion. After all, those people are now working in her department."
"Okay!" Zheng Dongmei and Chen Lijun nodded in agreement at the same time.
"Manager Ye, go to the bureau to report to Director Cao about our going abroad, and then ask them to help apply for a visa to go abroad.
This time we will go abroad for a long time, so we will directly apply for a work visa." Zhang Junping said to Ye Lihua again.
"Okay, I will go to the Press and Publication Bureau as soon as the meeting is over." Ye Lihua agreed readily.
"Director Liao, your security department will select thirty people this time to go to France with the rest of the company.
From now on, they will be stationed in France, and you have to take care of the personnel." Zhang Junping explained to Liao Bushi again.
"Understood!" Liao Bushi agreed simply.
"..." Zhang Junping was about to continue talking when the phone rang.
Xia Guoxiang answered the phone, said a few words, and said to Zhang Junping: "Master, this is the call from the Shichahai Street Office."
"Street office?" Zhang Junping answered the phone with confusion.
After saying a few words, he hung up the phone.
"Does everyone have anything else to do? If not, let's adjourn the meeting!" Zhang Junping announced the adjournment of the meeting simply.
Everyone left Zhang Junping's office one after another.
"Pingzi, what does the street office want from you?" Wu Xinping and Ye Lihua stayed behind and asked with concern.
"It's nothing serious. It's just that Mrs. Yang from the Hutongkou Noodle Shop is critically ill and wants to see me." Zhang Junping sighed.
"Then go quickly!" Ye Lihua also knew that noodle shop and urged it quickly.
"Okay, I'll go over right away. Sister-in-law, to handle the visa application, you take Juanzi with you and ask her to run errands with you." After Zhang Junping finished speaking, he took the car keys and went out.
Speeding all the way, we arrived at the home of Mrs. Yang in Shichahai Hutong.
I met Director Zhao from the subdistrict office in front of Mrs. Yang’s house.
"Director Zhao, what's going on? I saw Mrs. Yang some time ago and she was in good health. Why did she suddenly become like this?"
"Alas! When the spirit is gone, the body will collapse!" Director Zhao sighed.
"Then send him to the hospital quickly! If there is any money shortage, I will be responsible for it."
"I went to the hospital, and they said there is no cure! It's because the old man has no desire to live. Even if the gods come, there's nothing he can do." Director Zhao explained.
"No, Director Zhao, why did Mrs. Yang suddenly lose her desire to live?
What happened?"
"When the state was sorting out files, it discovered the name of Mrs. Yang's husband. Mrs. Yang's husband was originally named Yang Chuanli. In 1928, he joined the organization. Because he was worried that his family would be retaliated by the Japanese and puppet troops, he changed his name to Yang Zhenhua.
In 1942, he died on the anti-Japanese battlefield.
Because of the war and Yang Zhenhua's name change, he has been unable to contact his family.
later……
It was not until recently that the state was sorting out files and we contacted Mrs. Yang," Director Zhao explained.
Zhang Junping understood that Mrs. Yang was able to survive so many difficult years as a woman. The only thing that supported her was to wait for her husband to come back.
As a result, in the end, what was waiting for him was bad news and a suicide note.
Mrs. Yang's belief in living was gone, and her body collapsed instantly.
Her love noodle shop eventually became a legend.
"I understand! Director Zhao, I'll go in and see Mrs. Yang." Zhang Junping nodded heavily.
"Go, Mrs. Yang should have something to tell you."
"I know!" Zhang Junping nodded.
She walked into the house with a heavy heart. In the dark room, Mrs. Yang was lying on the bed, already in a semi-conscious state.
Mrs. Yang's grandson was lying on the bed, clutching Mrs. Yang's hand, crying silently.
Zhang Junping walked to the bed and reached out to touch Yang Jindong's head.
Poor child.
"Mrs. Yang, Mrs. Yang! I'm coming!" Zhang Junping called softly.
"Ping... Ping... Zi..." Hearing Zhang Junping's call, Mrs. Yang opened her eyes, her breath weak.
"Mrs. Yang!" Zhang Junping quickly took out a sandalwood box from his briefcase. After opening it, he took out a piece of ginseng and stuffed it into Mrs. Yang's mouth.
This piece of ginseng is not an ordinary ginseng, it is half a piece of ginseng that Zhang Junping put in after a lot of effort.
Seven taels are ginseng and eight taels are treasures.
This half ginseng is Ginseng Bao, which is the century-old ginseng often mentioned in novels.
Centennial ginseng can kill someone.
Originally, Zhang Junping had no intention of taking out the century-old ginseng.
His relationship with Mrs. Yang was good, but not so good that he would kill her with century-old ginseng.
Zhang Junping is generous and can be considered a good person, but he is not a bad person.
He casually took out century-old ginseng to save people.
The reason why it was taken out was because of revolutionary martyrs like Yang Zhenhua, and also because of the undying love between the two people.
The century-old ginseng quickly exerted its medicinal effect, and Mrs. Yang's face became rosy, and her whole person became energetic.
"Hirako!"
"Old Mrs. Yang, what are you doing? You have lived so long, why can't you think about it?" Zhang Junping said, holding Old Mrs. Yang's hand.
"Pingzi, I'm going to find my old man, but my poor grandson..."
"Old Mrs. Yang, do you still know your grandson? Tell me, you haven't completed this task yet, how can you rush to see Mr. Yang?
No matter what, you have to wait until Dongzi is brought up to be a man, and then find him a wife before leaving." Zhang Junping persuaded with a smile.
Old Mrs. Yang's illness cannot be cured by medicine or stone. It is simply that Old Mrs. Yang herself has lost the belief in living.
Therefore, a simple cold caused Mrs. Yang's body to collapse and her body organs to fail.
"Hingzi, old lady, I want to ask you something..."
"Mrs. Yang, do you want to hand over the gift to me?" Zhang Junping had already guessed the purpose of Mrs. Yang coming to him.
"Yes! Among the people my old lady knows, you are the only one I feel most at ease in handing over the gift to you."
"You! You really find things for me to do!"
"Tell me, you old lady, you live a good life and take care of Dongzi by yourself, isn't it good? Do you have to leave it to me?" Zhang Junping said while taking the pulse of Old Mrs. Yang.
"Pingzi, I can't survive. The old man is alone there. He can't eat well or wear well. I'm worried. I have to take care of him!
Dongzi, grandma is sorry for you and can't grow up with you. Grandma is selfish!
Now, I just want to find your grandfather as soon as possible..." Old Mrs. Yang's cloudy eyes shed tears of reluctance.
"Mrs. Yang, Mr. Yang has been alone for decades, no less than ten years.
How about you raise Dongzi and then accompany Mr. Yang?" Zhang Junping tried to arouse Mrs. Yang's belief in living.
"Pingzi, don't try to persuade me, I know my own body.
Dongzi, I'll leave it to you." Old Mrs. Yang held Zhang Junping's arm tightly and begged.
Zhang Junping knew by taking his pulse that everything was over now.
The organs in Old Mrs. Yang's body have failed, and she is just holding on for dear life.
This tone is full of reluctance for Dongzi.
"Dongzi, kneel down and kowtow three times." Zhang Junping said to Dongzi.
"Uncle Ping?!" Dongzi raised his head blankly, not understanding why Zhang Junping suddenly asked him to kowtow.
"Kowtow to me three times, and you will be my disciple from now on!
Mrs. Yang, do you feel relieved that I will accept Dongzi as my apprentice?" Zhang Junping said to Mrs. Yang with a smile.
"Pingzi, you... you are a good person! Thank you... thank you!" Mrs. Yang thanked weakly.
"Mrs. Yang, do you have anything else to explain?" Zhang Junping asked softly.
"Box...box..." Mrs. Yang pointed to a box on the bedside with great effort.
Zhang Junping quickly opened the box. Inside
There were some clothes, and after looking through them, there was a red cloth bag underneath.
Zhang Junping took out the red cloth bag and said, "You want this!"
Mrs. Yang nodded.
Zhang Junping handed the red cloth bag to Mrs. Yang's hand.
Mrs. Yang raised her hand and finally said weakly: "Hit... open it!"
Zhang Junping helped her open the red cloth bag. Inside was a book, an old-fashioned house deed, and some money.
"Book!"
This is a very ordinary thread-bound three-character classic that is quite old.
Zhang Junping picked up the book and opened it. There was a black and white photo inside.
It's a group photo, it should be a group photo of Yang Zhenhua and Mrs. Yang when they were young.
Zhang Junping handed the photo to Mrs. Yang.
Seeing the photo, Mrs. Yang immediately became energetic. She raised her hand to take the photo and held it tightly to her chest. Her muddy tears couldn't stop flowing down.
After crying for a while, Mrs. Yang picked up the house deed again and put it in Zhang Junping's hand.
"Don't worry, the yard will belong to Dongzi in the future, and no one can take it away." Zhang Junping promised.
"Okay! Thank you Pingzi! You are a good person!" Mrs. Yang finally finished explaining everything, closed her eyes, and murmured: "Old man, I'm here!"
"You said you are an old lady, you are so old, why are you still handing out good person cards randomly?" Zhang Junping shook his head with a smile, his eye circles a little red.
After a while, Zhang Junping stood up and said to Director Zhao: "Director Zhao, Mrs. Yang is gone! What do you think will happen after this?"
"Grandma! Grandma, don't leave!" Upon hearing this, Dongzi cried heartbreakingly.
"Old Mrs. Yang is a survivor of a martyr. I will report it to my superiors right away, and there will be funeral expenses and other expenses."
"Director Zhao, that's not what I'm talking about.
Could you please ask where Mr. Yang is buried?
Let’s see if we can bring Mr. Yang’s body back and bury it with Mrs. Yang.”