Pretending to be a wave first...

"You are right. Those who are poor in art think they are Wang Changan, who is proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, flowers, birds and antiques." The old store manager said with a self-deprecating smile.

"Old Mr. Wu is very familiar with Mr. Chang'an?" After Zhang Junping asked, he felt that he was a little stupid.

They are all BJ people, one who works in calligraphy and painting, the other who works in cultural relics research, and the circle is similar, how could they not know each other?

The old store manager is Wu Xinping (fake character), one of the three contemporary Wus, and studied under Mr. Shiraishi.

Three Wus: Wu Xinping, Wu Zuoren, Wu Guanzhong.

"When I was a teenager, Chang'an's family was still wealthy. I often went to his house for free." The old store manager said with a smile.

Yes! It’s not just that they are familiar with each other, but they are still young.

After walking around my office, there was nothing good to look at. There was only a case of Huanghuali in the Ming Dynasty, a chair with a chair with a special hat in the Ming Dynasty, and nothing else.

Following the old store manager back to his office, Zhang Junping took out the development plan report he had just written today, "Mr. Wu, this is a plan for the next development of our painting store that I have written.

Please give me a correction.”

"Okay, then I'll take a look at your opinion, Xiao Zhang.

But there is a saying that I have to talk about before. I am old and can’t keep up with the situation. Look at it and make suggestions. Don’t count on it.” The old store manager said with a smile.

"Drink! Xiao... Manager Zhang, the character "Yi" has both spiritual and physical form, and has already become a master's style." The old manager looked down and before he could see the content clearly, he was already attracted by Zhang Junping's words. He unconsciously sat upright and his expression became solemn.

"Old Wu praised him!" Zhang Junping said modestly.

"No, it's not a compliment. Your handwriting is really good! It's better than what I wrote! It's not worse than Qigong.

Now I understand why the superiors transferred you to replace me.

Not to mention anything else, your words alone are worth a lot of money." The old store manager said with a smile.

"……………” Zhang Junping wanted to tell him that it really had nothing to do with his words when he came over.

After praising Zhang Junping's handwriting, the old store manager began to carefully read the development plan written by Zhang Junping.

The old store manager carefully reads the development plan, and from time to time he will stop and think about it, digesting what is said.

Zhang Junping was not in a hurry and waited silently.

The old store manager read the development plan for more than half an hour with a total of less than 10,000 words.

After reading it, I closed my eyes and didn't speak for a long time.

It was not until Lu Guozhong came over and reminded that it was time to get off work that it was time to go to Quanjude that the old store manager came back to his senses.

"Manager Zhang, if the city leaders can pass this development plan.

I will report here and retire early and give way to you."

Before he knew it, the old store manager's name for Zhang Junping changed. From Xiao Zhang to Zhang's store manager, this is his recognition of Zhang Junping.

"No, Mr. Wu!

The development of the painting shop requires you to stay in charge! You can’t give up." Zhang Junping quickly stopped him.

"Manager Zhang, the painting shop is enough for you! I will only be your obstacle.

However, I also have a request, that is, can I become the first contracted artist in your plan?

This is a special treatment I have been cursingly demanding!” The old store manager said sincerely.

"Mr. Wu, if you can't become a contracted artist in our painting shop, I don't know who is qualified.

However, you really can't retire early."

"I am content with the comment from Manager Zhang!

I have made half a lifetime of dedication for the country, and I should have retired and enjoyed my grandchildren's life in my old age." The old store manager had no nostalgia for his position and smiled frankly.

"Mr. Wu, I'll tell you, I mentioned the deputy subject in September and the regular subject the next day of the Gregorian year.

Then the deputy director mentioned yesterday.

There is really no way to mention the correctness again!

You retreated early, I can't sit still in the position of this store manager!" Zhang Junping simply told the truth.

Lu Guozhong next to him was stunned, as if he was listening to a story, a fantasy, one hundred and one night.

I have been promoted to three levels in a row, so I dare to write this in the story, right?

"Hahaha!

OK, since that's the case, then I'll do it for a while?"

"You have to work for a while. Our Communist Party cadres are the most important thing to do. You must help you get on the horse and send me a ride." Zhang Junping smiled.

"Haha...ha! You, you! You Xiao Zhang, it's really..." The old store manager pointed at Zhang Junping and said with a laugh.

"Xiao Lu, let Xiao Zhang take charge of everything in the store in the future.

As for me, I am just a mascot in the store, writing, drawing, and drinking tea every day.

Just thinking about it makes me feel that such a life is really happy!” The old store manager smiled and explained to Lu Guozhong.

"Mr. Wu, you..."

"Xiao Lu! Our new store manager Zhang is a person with great ability. If you follow him, you will definitely be able to develop the painting shop to a height you cannot imagine.

I hope you can cooperate with Manager Zhang well and not be resistant." The old manager said softly.

"Yes! I'll listen to you!" Lu Guozhong glanced at Zhang Junping with a smile on his lips beside him, nodded and agreed.

"Okay! Let's go, let's go to Manager Zhang's welcome banquet together." The old manager stood up and walked out with a smile.

Drinking and socializing are his strengths, and he is good at dancing. He is talking about people like him. After a reception banquet, Zhang Junping became familiar with everyone in the painting shop.

After the welcome banquet, Zhang Junping came to his father-in-law's house.

Qiu Wenyan and her mother-in-law were sitting in the living room watching TV. When they saw Zhang Junping coming in, Qiu Wenyan quickly stepped forward to help Zhang Junping take off her coat, "Drink again? How much did they drink? The smell of wine."

Qiu's mother poured Zhang Junping a cup of tea and handed it to him. Zhang Junping hurriedly took the tea and thanked him: "Thank you mom!"

He said to Qiu Wenyan again: "It's okay, I didn't drink much, the smell of wine on my body was accidentally spilled on my body.

Dad is back?"

"Your father hasn't come back yet, he has collapsed the city government. He is busier than before. When he comes back, he is eleven or twelve o'clock." Qiu's mother's words were filled with resentment and heartache.

"Mom, my dad just went to the municipal government and had to be familiar with many things." Zhang Junping smiled and defended his father-in-law.

My father-in-law turned out to be a district committee member. Although he was the top leader, his main job was to do a layman's job, so no matter how busy he was, he had a limit.

Now that we have arrived at the municipal government, the work content has become pragmatic. The father-in-law needs to adapt to this change, and pragmatism is already busier than pragmatism.

"I am also worried about his body. I am also a fifty-year-old. I don't know how to cherish my body at all." Qiu's mother said with a heartache.

"By the way! My medicinal wine has been soaked there. I will send you two jars tomorrow, one for my dad to drink, and the other for you to drink.

Drink three or five cents every night. My dad's one can strengthen the body, unblock the meridians and promote blood circulation.

Yours can nourish qi and blood, harmonize yin and yang, and have the effect of beautifying and nourishing the skin."

"Your father felt good after drinking the tiger bone wine you sent last time. Unfortunately, you were secretly drunk by your elder brother, the prodigal son." Qiu's mother was originally planning to give in politely, but when she heard that she could beautify the skin, she no longer refused and said with a smile.

"Mom, the medicinal wine I gave to my dad this time was also run with tiger bones. I adjusted the prescription, which is especially suitable for people of my dad's age. If you insist on drinking it, you will be able to make people ten years younger.

On my elder brother's side, I prepared another kind of medicinal wine for him and took it to him separately." Zhang Junping smiled.

"My parents and brothers all have medicinal wine, so what do I drink?" Qiu Wenyan asked coquettishly, holding Zhang Junping's arm.

"Yes! The medicinal wine you and our mother drink are the same. For you women, as long as you have enough qi and blood, it doesn't matter whether those cosmetics or not." Zhang Junping said with a smile.

The most important way for women to maintain is to nourish qi and blood, because most women have mild anemia.

After all, so much blood is shed every month.

"I don't like medicinal wine, it smells so bad!" Qiu Wenyan said with a frown.

"If you don't like drinking medicinal wine, you will often eat a little snow clam oil.

What I brought back this time is the mother holding her son, which is more effective in nourishing women.

Don’t need to eat it once a week to ensure that your little face is rosy and shiny. Even when it’s that, you won’t feel weak or unenergized.”

"Xiao Zhang, do you really understand medical skills? Last time I said you understand medical skills, I thought you were having fun." Qiu's mother asked curiously.

"Mom, I know a little bit, but my expertise is not to cure diseases and save people, but to nourish and maintain health.

When I was learning this, I was thinking about how to make my family healthy and longevity." Zhang Junping explained with a smile.

"You child is filial." Qiu's mother looked at Zhang Junping with joy on her face, and she loved this son-in-law more and more.

Zhang Junping and Qiu Wenyan and mother-in-law talked about women's health care knowledge.

It was not until after ten o'clock that Qiu's father came back from get off work.

Qiu's mother quickly stepped forward to take the briefcase, helped him take off his coat, and asked with concern: "Have you eaten? Do you want to give you a bowl of noodles?"

Zhang Junping looked around with envy. His father-in-law had accumulated virtue for several lifetimes before he married such a beautiful and virtuous mother-in-law.
To be continued...