Yang Mingde paced back and forth in the study, thinking about the questions raised by Zhang Junping.
Zhang Junping did not dare to interrupt Master and could only stand there quietly.
I felt somewhat regretful in my heart. Looking at Master's performance, I felt that I had caused a problem for Master.
Dean Jiang passed away suddenly. It is estimated that the school leaders are busy dealing with Dean Jiang's funeral and his remaining position.
It was a sensitive time, and Zhang Junping came up with another sensitive project, which put Master in a bit of trouble.
If I had known earlier, I would have simply cooperated with the neighborhood committee and signed it under its name. Isn't it just a matter of paying more money?
Of course, being affiliated with a school or a neighborhood committee is not just a matter of more money and less money.
The resources of the school are definitely not comparable to those of a neighborhood committee.
Just when Zhang Junping was thinking wildly, Yang Mingde stopped and said to Zhang Junping: "When you go back, write a detailed plan to me first, and I will mention it at the meeting later!"
"Master, if you don't want to forget it, I..."
"What are you doing? Don't think about it blindly. There are some things that you shouldn't consider!" Yang Mingde scolded and encouraged: "Since you want to build this social practice base, then work hard and try to make a difference!
For other things, I have a master!"
"Thank you, Master!" Zhang Junping was deeply moved and bowed deeply to Master.
Taking the words written by his master and leaving his home, Zhang Junping secretly vowed to do something good.
Originally, Zhang Junping just planned to stay in school and lean against a big tree to enjoy the shade.
By the way, I help my classmates find something to do and earn some money to support their lives.
Now he's getting serious!
We must build up the social practice platform we mentioned, do it well, and make it a model. Only in this way can we live up to Master's painstaking efforts.
After Zhang Junping left, the wife walked into the study with a cup of hot milk. She saw Yang Mingde standing in front of Xu Beihong's cow herding picture, and knew that Yang Mingde was in trouble.
Whenever Yang Mingde encounters difficulties, he is used to standing in front of the old dean's picture of herding cattle and thinking about the problem.
He hurriedly asked with concern: "What's wrong? Xiao Pingzi's affairs are difficult to handle?"
"This boy is really capable of trouble!" Yang Mingde shook his head with a wry smile and told his wife about Zhang Junping.
“I think Xiao Pingzi’s idea is a good one!”
"I know that's true, but the current situation..."
"It is precisely because of the current situation that we should support him even more! These young people now have too much energy, and academic studies alone cannot consume their excess energy.
That's why they are messing around and creating new trends of thought. Before the foreigners say anything, they have first reduced the art passed down by their ancestors to worthless. A few days ago, I heard someone actually shouting the slogan that Chinese painting is dead. It was simply
It’s just nonsense!
If the social practice base of Xiaopingzi is done well, it can distract some students from their strong energy, so the pressure on your school leaders can be relatively reduced!" Speaking of the current situation, the teacher's wife was also very sad.
"Hahaha! Madam is really my Kong Mingye!" Yang Mingde held onto Madam's shoulders and laughed.
Yang Mingde felt happy to have a wife who could understand him and support him, and laughed loudly.
But there is always a sadness that cannot be hidden in the laughter.
Although the Central Academy of Fine Arts is the highest institution in the domestic art world, it is inevitable that there are some fly-by-nighters.
The mistress naturally heard the sadness in Yang Mingde's laughter, and comforted her softly: "You don't want that seat, so why bother with those trivial matters?
Yangmei is everyone’s Yangmei, and he will not change because of one person!”
"Madam is right!
Watching him build a Zhulou, watching him banquet guests, watching his building collapse...
In these moss and green tile piles, I have had a romantic sleep and watched the rise and fall of fifty years. The Wuyi Lane is not named Wang; the Mochou Lake is where ghosts cry at night; the Phoenix Tower is where owls live! The dream of the ruined mountain is the most real.
"It's hard to lose the old environment..." Yang Mingde sang loudly.
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Zhang Junping didn't know what happened at Master's house. He came to the furniture store early the next morning as usual.
While instructing the elder brother-in-law and the others to draw lines, cut materials, and process mortise and tenon joints, they also made mortise and tenon models.
At noon, the fat aunt came over and looked at the decoration drawings redesigned by Zhang Junping. She was very satisfied and left a thousand yuan.
In the afternoon, I went to the customer's house I had made an appointment with before to measure the area.
The day was very fulfilling.
In the evening, Zhang Junping returned to school and went to the old lady's studio as usual.
"You're back? Are you busy today?" Huang Xue asked happily when she saw Zhang Junping coming in.
“It’s okay, I had a very fulfilling day today!
How are you doing here?"
"I have sorted out the manuscript and found some brothers and sisters who can do bricklaying and carpentry work. They are all very willing to go!" Huang Xue happily told Zhang Junping about his day's results.
"Not bad! The results are very fruitful. Come on, take it! The boss will reward you!" Zhang Junping took out 700 yuan and patted it in Huang Xue's hand.
"What for? What are you giving me so much money for?" Looking at the thick wad of money in his hand, Huang Xue was startled.
"This is the money to renovate the house. The old lady gave it to me today!
By the way, take my labor remuneration away!" Zhang Junping said as he took out five ten-yuan notes from inside, "This is my design fee!"
"How much does the design fee cost?" Huang Xue was a little confused and said subconsciously.
It's not that Huang Xue felt that Zhang Junping took too much. Even if Zhang Junping took all the money, Huang Xue would have no objection. It's just that she is a little unfamiliar with the new concept of design fees.
"This is called the fruit of wisdom. I use my wisdom to make money. You know, customers choose us to decorate because of my design, and you have the opportunity to make money!"
In the future, if there are similar decoration projects, you can also design them yourself!" Zhang Junping explained with a smile and handed Huang Xue another fifty yuan.
"Why did you give it to me again?"
“When you Sichuan men make money, will you give it to women?
From now on, you will be my housekeeper, and of course I have to hand over my money to you!"
"Bah! Who is your housekeeper? Shameless!" Huang Xue spat with a red face, but she collected the money without any courtesy.
"You actually called me shameless, so if I don't do something even more shameless, wouldn't I be sorry for what you said?" Zhang Junping smiled evilly and approached Huang Xue.
"Ah! Don't come over here!" Huang Xue was so frightened that she quickly dodged back.
At this moment, the door of the studio was pushed open, and the old lady walked in and joked: "Yo! I came at a bad time!"
Huang Xue's face turned red like blood after saying this.
Zhang Junping rolled his eyes, didn't you come at the wrong time?
Cursing in his heart, Zhang Junping quickly picked up the manuscript that Huang Xue had compiled and handed it to the old lady with both hands, "Grandma Liu, I have finished organizing the manuscript, please take a look!"
"Did you tidy it up or did Xiao Huang do it?" the old lady asked with a smile.
"It's all the same, it's all the same!" Zhang Junping said with a smile.