Zhang Junping was sitting on the sofa, not knowing what to say.

My father-in-law cultivates his own heart, but he still won’t die!

The path has already been arranged for him step by step.

First, he should get some qualifications in the Materials Bureau, and when the foreign investment comes to fruition, he will have enough qualifications.

There is no problem in appointing a deputy director to temporarily manage the import and export trading company as a deputy manager.

Wait for a while, then make some achievements, and make corrections smoothly.

"But!"

"What's so good about it? You won't put the company in someone else's name?"

"I would like to name the company under Yanzi's name, but Yanzi is also a public official." Zhang Junping said with a grimace.

Zhang Junping's words made Father Qiu very satisfied, and the lines on his face became much softer.

Father Qiu didn't have any thoughts about Zhang Junping's company, but was pleased with Zhang Junping's trust in his daughter.

The first thing I thought of was my daughter.

"Where are your parents? Can't we just let them quit their jobs on the farm and put the company in their names?

Or are you worried about your brothers dividing your property in the future?" Father Qiu said with wide eyes.

"I'm not worried about that, I'm not the kind of person who takes money very seriously.

It’s only a few hundred million, if it helps dad, there’s no problem in donating it.” Zhang Junping said with a smile.

"Really? Wouldn't you feel bad if you donated it?" Qiu's father teased.

"Dad, it must be heartbreaking to donate it for no reason.

However, if it can help you further, then donate it.

For this small family, you are the big tree that protects you from the wind and rain.

The taller your big tree grows, the more comfortable life will be for us people." Zhang Junping said half-jokingly, half-seriously.

Father Qiu fell into deep thought again.

How could I be so virtuous and capable to find such a fairy son-in-law?

"If you have this heart, I will be very satisfied.

It's up to you to decide whether or not to name it in your parents' name." In the end, Father Qiu only said this and lost interest in the conversation.

Today, the impact on him was too great!

His originally very capable son-in-law was shocked when such earth-shattering news suddenly broke out to him.

"Wait a minute, you just said your two companies are worth hundreds of millions of dollars?

How much gold did you get from the double-headed eagle?" After Qiu calmed down, he suddenly realized a problem.

Hundreds of millions of dollars in gold. Although he didn't know exactly how much gold he had, it was definitely not a small amount.

"Dad, there's not much gold, just a few hundred kilograms."

"Then where did you get so much money?"

"Didn't I go to Paris this time? I sold some oil paintings there."

"Selling oil paintings?

Oh! I heard Liu Jingshan say that your painting is very good, at the level of a master." Father Qiu nodded and said with a smile.

"Yes, I sold more than 300 oil paintings that I painted myself.

Unexpectedly, Paris is truly the capital of art, with more than 300 oil paintings sold for US$690 million."

"How much?" Father Qiu stood up from the chair again, and because he stood too hard, he knocked down the chair.

"Six hundred and ninety million dollars.

Look, this is the agency sales contract. This is the sales contract signed by the agent and the gallery." Zhang Junping took out a dozen contracts and handed them to Father Qiu to read.

"Is this English?" Father Qiu glanced at it and found that the paper was full of tadpole letters, and he didn't recognize a single word.

"This is French.

This is an agency sales contract, a contract signed by the agent and I.

It is stipulated above that the price of each oil painting cannot be less than 10 million French francs.

Then, after the sale, I will give him a 5% commission." Zhang Junping explained, pointing to a contract.

This contract is naturally a real contract signed by him and himself.

"These are art sales contracts signed by the agent and those galleries.

The French are really rich. An oil painting can be sold for ten million francs, which is worth two million US dollars.

It makes me want to quit my job and go home and concentrate on painting.

That way, I estimate that I can become the richest man in the world within a few years." Zhang Junping explained with a smile.

"I want to lock you in a small dark room right now. If you don't draw thirty or fifty paintings a day, I won't give you food to eat." Father Qiu said fiercely.

It’s so irritating, one painting is more than my lifetime salary.

By the way, how much can a domestic oil painting cost?

I seem to have heard that the cheap ones only cost a few yuan, and the expensive ones only cost a hundred or ten yuan.

In this comparison, Qiu's father was shocked to find that all the calligraphy and paintings in BJ Painting Store were not as valuable as a painting by his son-in-law.

"Hingzi, do you know BJ Painting Shop?"

"I know! It is said that they sell calligraphy and paintings by famous modern and contemporary Chinese artists." Zhang Junping was shocked, why did he ignore BJ Painting Store?

"If I leave all the paintings in the art shop to you, how much can you sell for them?" Qiu's father asked Zhang Junping with a solemn expression.

"Dad, those are the calligraphy works of modern Chinese artists, and they are priceless treasures.

However, due to the current social environment, their value has not been reflected.

Our ancestors have a saying that antiques in prosperous times are gold in troubled times.

We are still working hard to solve the problem of food and clothing. How can we think about buying paintings?

Therefore, I really can't guarantee how much money I will get from selling it.

Unless all these calligraphy and paintings are taken abroad, through some market operations, they can be sold at a high price.

It can be sold for several thousand or tens of thousands of dollars, and individual paintings such as those by Zhang Daqian, Xu Beihong, and Qi Baishi should be able to be sold for hundreds of thousands of dollars."

As soon as Zhang Junping finished speaking, Father Qiu's eyes lit up.

"But, Dad! What if I sell all these paintings abroad?

I estimate that in a few decades, someone will nail me to the pillar of shame and call me a traitor and cultural relic dealer." Zhang Junping said with a bitter smile.

At this time, it is definitely not a good idea to take over BJ Painting Store.

The price is too low to achieve the purpose of letting him go.

However, if you want to sell it at a high price, you have to either sell it abroad or collect it yourself.

However, asking him to collect these paintings at a high price really makes people feel a little uncomfortable.

The market price is five yuan for something, but you have to ask me to buy it for fifty yuan.

It wouldn't be comfortable for anyone else. It has nothing to do with whether you have money or not.

Therefore, Zhang Junping is really in a bit of a dilemma.

“How can we Communists care about mere reputation?

The chief designer said that it is for future generations to comment on the merits and demerits.

We should do our best now without any regrets.

Pingzi, the country is reforming and opening up, vigorously developing the economy, and is in urgent need of a large amount of foreign exchange.

Is your reputation more important, or is the development of the country more important?" Father Qiu stood in front of Zhang Junping and looked at Zhang Junping seriously.

Father Qiu's eyes contained fiery feelings, which were fiery feelings for the country, the Communist Party, and the nation.

This fiery emotion burned Zhang Junping's heart.

These are our proletarian revolutionary predecessors.

They sacrificed their lives and blood for the sake of the country and the nation, regardless of personal honor and disgrace.

Zhang Junping has never understood this kind of feeling or what makes them do this.

There was an illiterate old man who sent his men and children to the front line. The man died, and his son went up; the eldest son died, and his second son went up; his second son died, and his third son went up; and his third son died, and his fourth son went up.

Until all the men in the family died.

why is that?
To be continued...