Huang Xue painted a picture of a lady enjoying spring. The big frame has been painted and half of the lady has been painted.
Zhang Junping completed the outline of the lady with a few strokes, and then drew a cat catching butterflies on the grass.
"Okay, kid! Your painting is a masterpiece and can be sold for money." The old lady praised with a smile.
But I was very shocked. Zhang Junping has made great progress, not even a little bit better than half a year ago.
This is a level jump.
Although there are only a few strokes, the whole portrait seems to come alive.
Especially the civet cat catching butterflies is a stroke of genius, which elevates the whole painting to a new level.
I usually see this kid not doing his job properly and being obsessed with trivial matters of making money all day long. I originally thought that this kid would regress.
The old lady had already planned to give Zhang Junping a hard beating if his painting skills did not improve.
As a result, Zhang Junping handed over an answer sheet that made her extremely satisfied.
“Average, third in the country.”
The old lady endured it again and again, but finally she couldn't hold it in any longer and hit Zhang Junping hard on the head, "Look at what you can do. Master Yang doesn't even dare to say that he is third in the country!"
"This is called being better than the master! Don't you want me to surpass you? How fulfilling would it be to teach a disciple who is more powerful than yourself?" Zhang Junping touched his head and said with a smile.
"Yes, I'm waiting for the day when you are better than your master, and I will also experience the sense of accomplishment of teaching a disciple who is better than me." The old lady rubbed her hands, resisting the urge to give Zhang Junping another headache.
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"Zhang Junping, I'm ready, come quickly...
Ah! Why did you finish my painting?" Huang Xue came in and asked Zhang Junping to eat. When he saw the painting that Zhang Junping had just finished, he screamed in surprise.
"I just saw that you were halfway through the painting, and I started to help you when my hands were itchy. How about it? Is your husband's painting skills okay?" Zhang Junping winked at Huang Xue and asked with a smile.
"The painting is so good!" Huang Xue looked at the picture of a lady enjoying spring, her eyes filled with mist and love surging.
If the old lady hadn't been in the room, Huang Xue would definitely have pounced on Zhang Junping and vented her inner joy.
Huang Xue's painting of a lady enjoying spring has already finished the long and medium shots, but only the outline of the lady has been drawn, and no appearance has been drawn.
As a result, after Zhang Junping took over, he made improvements, and the ladies were no longer freehand, but realistic.
Huang Xue, dressed in the costume of an ancient lady, appears vividly on the page. She is elegant yet lively, and yet steady and yet reveals a hint of excitement.
Huang Xue was so fond of Zhang Junping's painting of a lady enjoying spring that she completely forgot the purpose of entering the house.
"Haha!" The old lady looked at Huang Xue's expression, smiled silently, and quietly left the study.
Give young people space to flow out.
As soon as the old lady left, Huang Xue could no longer suppress the love in her heart. She threw herself on Zhang Junping, clamped Zhang Junping's waist with her two long legs, and bit into Zhang Junping's face fiercely, "I
How can I be so beautiful? You painted me so beautifully!"
Zhang Junping hurriedly held Huang Xue with his hands and said with a smile: "Haha, you are ten thousand times more beautiful in my heart than this painting. It's a pity that my painting skills are not enough to express it."
"No, no matter how beautiful it is, it is unreal. I will keep this painting forever!"
"Then you have to build a bigger collection room! From now on, I will draw a thousand or ten thousand paintings for you!" Zhang Junping kissed Huang Xue on the face and said with a smile.
"Then I will build a collection room bigger than the Palace Museum and collect them all." Huang Xue tilted her head and said with a playful smile.
The two of them lingered for a while, chatted about love, and then went to eat.
The night is naturally a gentle night...
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"Comrade, what you said above about exchanging the old for the new is true?"
Although the furniture store on Qianmen Street did not hold any opening ceremony, it only hung a few banners and placed a sign at the door.
However, because today is Sunday, many people still saw the notice board and walked into the furniture store to inquire.
"Of course it's true! As long as you have old furniture, you can trade it in for new furniture." After a period of training, the salesperson was nervous but still explained eloquently when facing so many customers.
"And that, is it true that there is a lifetime warranty and a lifetime guarantee?" An aunt squeezed next to the salesperson and asked loudly for confirmation.
"Auntie, you can take a look. This is our guarantee. Every piece of furniture will have such a guarantee stamped with the official seal of our furniture factory!
It is clearly written on it, as long as it is not man-made violent damage, we will guarantee it. Even if it is violent damage, we can also guarantee it, but you need to pay a part of the labor and material fees." The female salesperson explained in a crisp voice.
With the development of furniture factories, many things are gradually improving.
For example, this guarantee letter was originally handwritten by Zhang Junping.
Now, everything has been replaced with printed coated paper, stamped with the official seal of Central America and DreamWorks.
"Your refund is not a full refund! It will be depreciated by 5% in one year, and the furniture will be depreciated after twenty years. This is not a lifetime guarantee!" A middle-aged uncle said.
He asked with a guarantee letter.
Regarding these issues, during the training, we have already made plans to determine what kind of questions customers will ask and how to deal with them.
"Brother, it is written at the back that depreciation is capped at 50%. In other words, even if you use this furniture for a hundred years, if you don't want it anymore, if you take it over, half of the money will be refunded to you."
"Who can live for a hundred years? I don't know if I can live for another hundred years..."
"Young man, just be satisfied! How many years have you used it and I can still return it to you? Where can you find such a good thing?
Do you really want to come back after a hundred years?" An old man who looked like a cadre said next to him.
"Then how can you guarantee that we will refund it? Repair it?"
"We are a subsidiary of Central America, so we will defraud you of this small amount of money?" The female salesperson blocked everyone's questions with one sentence.
Central America is definitely a golden brand in Beijing.
In the eyes of Beijingers, its credibility is very high.
The same thing happened in the other two stores.
In the end, they all say, we are a factory affiliated with Central America, so we can dispel everyone’s concerns.
Zhang Junping was not idle today. Two stores opened at the same time. He couldn't calm down and continued to create.
Riding a bicycle, I patrolled back and forth between the three stores.
If there is any emergency, it can be solved in time.
Wangfujing store and Liulichang store are both very good. Although there are many people, it is not chaotic.
Aunts from the Wangfujing and Liulichang subdistrict offices spontaneously came over to help maintain order.
"Master Zhang, you can't do this. You suddenly came out with a preferential trade-in policy. My old sisters who bought furniture before have suffered a loss." Aunt Wang came to Zhang Junping for advice.