Chapter One Hundred and One Brothers Clear Accounts
Liu Zhengwen was speechless after what Zhang Junping said.
Yes, the painters who were finally trained will definitely have to move here with the furniture factory. You can't ask Zhang Junping to leave Huang Juan in Wangfujing just because it's inconvenient for you to come here, right?
Seeing Liu Zhengwen's disappointed look, Zhang Junping continued to say seriously with a straight face: "The dumplings made by Huang Juan are very delicious. I think it's better to stay in Wangfujing! After all, I have to move there, so it's a good idea."
You can’t eat dumplings, but they can’t be more fun…”
Only then did Liu Zhengwen realize that Zhang Junping was making fun of him, so he rushed forward and strangled Zhang Junping's neck, "I'll strangle you to death, you bastard, how dare you miss your sister-in-law..."
"Even if you strangle me to death, you won't be able to inherit my property!" Zhang Junping struggled and said.
"If I strangle you to death, I will treat it as an act of killing for the people. You, a sultry man, pretended to be straight and deceived Huang Xue's feelings. See if I don't expose your disguise."
"Whatever, go ahead and tell me. I'll tell Huang Juan about you and that person later." Zhang Junping, not to be outdone, retorted.
When Liu Zhengwen mentioned this, he suddenly became silent. He just pinched Zhang Junping's neck with his hand harder, and he really had the urge to strangle him to death.
Liu Zhengwen swore that if it was not illegal to kill someone, he would have to strangle her to death.
Just because Zhang Junping interfered and brought Huang Juan to Beijing, he had no time to deal with the relationship with his confidante. As a result, he was scolded and slapped in the face.
"Do you really want to strangle me to death?" Zhang Junping broke away from Liu Zhengwen's hand.
"Stop making trouble, it's getting late. Are you still planning on smearing me and going back?"
"Let's go, let's go have dinner. I'll treat you tonight. Let's continue walking east and west." Zhang Junping waved his hand generously and shouted.
"Let's go, you will have to live in poverty today." Liu Zhengwen said fiercely.
Let Dai Changyuan and Liu Zhengwen call their eldest sister, eldest brother-in-law, Huang Juan and others to line up first, while Zhang Junping went to Dongfeng TV Factory to call Huang Xue.
We arrived at Aunt Lin’s house, the courtyard of Dongfeng TV Factory.
Huang Xuezheng and several senior brothers and sisters were painting the walls there, using water-based paint, a kind of domestic latex paint.
Aunt Lin had to find someone to buy these latex paints, otherwise she wouldn't be able to buy them at all.
Currently, only Beijing Hongshi Paint Factory produces it in China, and its output is limited and not available for private sale.
The floor is covered with a thick layer of sawdust to protect the floor tiles from contamination.
"The progress is pretty fast? It only took one day, and the wall is almost finished!" Zhang Junping looked at Huang Xue and several senior brothers and sisters and smiled.
Painting was not an easy job. Several people had white paint all over their bodies. Even if they made hats out of old newspapers and put them on their heads, it still covered a lot of their hair on their faces.
"Hey, the big boss is here? Are you here to inspect the work, or are you here to express condolences to us working people?" Senior Sister Bai teased.
"If you, the future great artists, can be considered as working people, then China will really rise." Zhang Junping retorted with a smile.
"Why can't we be considered as working people? Look, how easy is it to make money with this situation?
Your boss can easily earn fifty yuan in design fees."
"Sister Bai, you don't have to be jealous. I said before that you can put your design works in the store later. If there is any decoration work in the future, I will take out all your works for customers to choose.
Whoever owns it, the fifty yuan design fee will belong to whom.
However, when our DreamWorks officially opens in the future, as long as your design fees and other works of yours are sold, DreamWorks will provide a 20% service fee as the operating fund of DreamWorks.
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"Twenty percent of fifty yuan is ten yuan. Zhang Junping, you are so evil. You are nakedly exploiting the fruits of our labor." Senior Sister Bai shouted dissatisfied.
Of course I'm not really dissatisfied, I'm just teasing.
"There is nothing we can do about it. You can't go hungry to serve the people, and I can't go hungry to serve the big guys.
Of this 20%, 10% must be turned over to the school, and the remaining 10% is the real operating fund.
I will use this money to ask the aunts from the neighborhood committee to help us contact workers and introduce customers. I will also use it to pay wages to the students who serve everyone at DreamWorks.
Do we have to go out for dinner from time to time?
I guess it's not even enough." Although he knew that Senior Sister Bai might just complain, Zhang Junping still explained the purpose of the withdrawn service fee very seriously.
Brothers should settle accounts openly, talk things out in advance, and clearly state the purpose of the service fees collected, so that DreamWorks can survive in the long run.
"Speaking of dinner parties, Zhang Junping, look at your girlfriend and the disgrace we have made. Shouldn't you invite us over to comfort us?"
"No problem, I'll treat Dong Laishun tonight. You don't have to save money for me." Zhang Junping said with a wave of his hand.
"I haven't eaten in Dong Laishun yet. I'm not going to work today. I'm walking. Zhang Junping is going to treat guests in Dong Laishun. Students, hurry up and pack your things. We are going to Dong Laishun." Senior Sister Bai took off her hat and said hello.
with other people.
Zhang Junping smiled and shook his head, this Senior Sister Bai is really lively.
He has a really good personality, he is outspoken and straightforward.
Such people are easy to deal with.
Including his roommates, eldest brother-in-law and others, there were more than 20 people in total. Zhang Junping simply divided the table into two.
Things were really cheap in this era. More than 20 people spent more than 60 yuan, an average of 3 yuan per person.
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Early the next morning, everyone divided into three groups. Huang Xue took people to continue decorating the house.
Zhang Junping, Li Xiangqian, and Zhou Jianjun watched the huanghuali and ancient furniture from the Ming and Qing Dynasties being moved in school, while Dai Changyuan took a few of them to the furniture store to help move them.
Instead of asking the old lady to help find a truck, Zhang Junping found a dozen pallet trucks on the street and used the pallet trucks to go to Liulichang.
One hundred and twenty tons of huanghuali wood and thousands of pieces of ancient furniture from the Ming and Qing Dynasties.
Zhang Junping still doesn't know how many ancient furniture from the Ming and Qing Dynasties the old lady bought.
Because when you buy, you don't buy by pieces at all, but by piles. How much does this pile cost?
Although Zhang Junping compiled thousands of drawings, there was actually not much furniture, only five or six hundred pieces of furniture.
For a piece of furniture, there are seven or eight drawings, including plan renderings, one-point perspective drawings, structural exploded views, and furniture decoration drawings. There are even as many as fourteen or five drawings for one piece of furniture.
The carts of this era were really capable of pulling, and one cart could carry more than two thousand kilograms of wood. Zhang Junping was so tired for them just to see them.
However, they were already used to it, and they were not happy if they were asked to decorate less. They felt that Zhang Junping was delaying their efforts to make money.
Truck freight is calculated based on the transportation distance and the weight of the goods.
It costs more than two yuan to bring down the Liulichang with more than two thousand kilograms of wood, which is one cent per kilogram.