The Qiangong eight-step bed is ready. Although it is the simplest and most elegant Ming Dynasty style eight-step bed, it is still an eight-step bed.

The seat covers and mattress covers are all ready, and now we are waiting for the time to come, to get married, and to spend the night in the bridal chamber.

All the temporary furniture at home was replaced with new furniture.

Although Zhang's mother complained about Zhang Junping's wasteful spending, she was still very satisfied with the new bed.

In fact, setting grooves on beds and chairs and installing cushions and mattresses are not Zhang Junping's original inventions.

As early as the Song Dynasty, a kind of rattan bed and rattan chair had appeared.

Just replace the original bed boards and chair seats with rattan ones to increase comfort.

But a bed, the kind Zhang Junping slept on in his previous life.

Not as comfortable as a rubber mattress.

After things at home were settled, Zhang Junping began to focus on his art company.

The report on their study trip to Europe has not yet been approved. Even if it is approved, it is impossible for them to leave now.

Not to mention Zhang Junping's unwillingness, even if he was really selfless and willing, Zhang's mother would break his legs and keep him.

If you want to go out for a wander, you must first marry me your daughter-in-law and hatch an egg.

Seeing that Zhang Junping finally came to work, Chen Lijun hurriedly came to see him with an artist training plan that had been revised several times.

Zhang Junping took the plan and looked at it carefully.

"The promotion standards for this level are too general. There should be clear promotion standards." Zhang Junping pointed to the paragraph above about the promotion standards and said.

"Manager, our Art Association has always divided things like this!" Chen Lijun said.

"The Art Association can do this, but we can't!

We are dealing with collectors, not fellow calligraphers and painters.

Be more direct and clear!

If you start as an ordinary contracted artist, as long as you sell ten paintings, you will automatically be promoted to the first-level contracted artist. Twenty paintings will be the second level, forty paintings will be the third level, eighty paintings will be the fourth level, and the second level will be the second level.

One hundred paintings are grade five, five hundred paintings are grade six, one thousand paintings are grade seven, eight, and nine are not determined by the number of paintings sold.

But it is determined by its reputation around the world!

For example, my master and uncle can directly appoint eighth-level contract artists."

"What about level nine?" Chen Lijun asked with some confusion.

In her opinion, people like Wu Xinping already represent the highest level of domestic calligraphy and painting artists, but they can only sign for level eight.

"If my master or Mr. Daqian are still alive, they can sign a ninth-level artist." Zhang Junping said with a smile.

"You mean that living people can't be rated as level nine?" Chen Lijun blurted out, thinking quickly.

"Who told you that you can't sign for level nine while you're still alive? It's just that their level really can't be reached!

If you look at mountains, they are mountains, and if you look at water, they are water; if you look at mountains, they are not mountains, and if you look at water, they are not water; if you look at mountains, they are still mountains, and if you look at water, they are still water.

Of these three realms, which realm do you think my master and the others have reached?" Zhang Junping asked with a smile.

"It seems, it seems that the mountains are not mountains, and the water is not water!" Chen Lijun said unconfidently.

"Haha! Then look at my level!" Zhang Junping stood up and walked to the painting desk.

Li Wenjuan, a clever little girl, had already run to the painting desk and started studying ink, while Xia Guoxiang was also busy laying out the rice paper.

Zhang Junping picked up the pen and soaked it with ink. He did not lick the pen and directly splashed the ink on the rice paper.

After a while, a view of the Great Wall appeared on the paper.

"Sister Chen, look at the level of my painting?" Zhang Junping put down his brush and asked with a smile.

Chen Lijun came over to take a look and was immediately shocked. From the angle just now, it looked like the Great Wall and the towering mountains. From the angle now, it looked like a giant dragon flying in the sky.

Although Chen Lijun did not study painting specifically, she had been trained in painting shops for twenty years and her eyesight was not bad.

"Manager, are you looking at mountains instead of mountains, and water instead of water?" Chen Lijun asked tentatively.

"Well! When you look at mountains, they are not mountains, and when you look at water, they are not water. There is another way of saying this state, that is, when you look at it horizontally, it looks like a ridge and when you look at it, it looks like a peak.

Now do you understand what I mean?" Zhang Junping asked with a smile.

"Understood!" Chen Lijun nodded.

Although Zhang Junping didn't say it clearly, his meaning was very clear, that is, Wu Xinping and others were not good enough and could not reach level nine.

We haven't even reached the second level, which is to see mountains as mountains and water as water. How can we talk about the ninth level?

"Manager, what would it be like to see mountains as mountains and water as water?" Chen Lijun asked carefully.

"I don't know either. If I don't reach the realm, who can explain it clearly?

Maybe it’s at the level of the painting sage Wu Daozi!” Zhang Junping said with a smile.

The second level corresponds to the intermediate skills in the museum space. It was only after he obtained several national treasure-level calligraphy and paintings from Lao Hu that he finally accumulated enough skill fragments and broke through to the intermediate level in calligraphy and painting at the same time.

Zhang Junping changed to another writing brush, dipped in ink and started writing.

The scenery of the North is covered in ice and snow.

Looking inside and outside the Great Wall, there is nothing but vastness; the rivers flowing up and down suddenly stop flowing.

This is the second time he wrote "Qin Yuan Chun. Snow". This time, although the creation was improvised, he had a different feeling.

"Okay! Let's continue discussing the plan to sign artists." Zhang Junping put down his pen and said with a smile.

"Okay!" Chen Lijun reluctantly took another look at "Qin Yuan Chun. Snow" that Zhang Junping had just completed.

"Qinyuan Chun. Snow" written by Zhang Junping is written in Mao style. It is so similar that unless you see it with your own eyes, you will definitely regard it as an authentic work by Mao Zu.

Returning to the reception area, Zhang Junping picked up the signing plan and continued to read it.

“Here, the cultivation of artists must also be made clear.

For example, what kind of publicity and training are given to first-level artists, what kind of publicity and training are given to second-level, third-, fourth-, fifth-, sixth-, seventh- and eighth-level artists.

Our publicity and training include but are not limited to: magazines, newspapers, TV publicity, art exhibitions at home and abroad, publicity at auctions, etc."

After Zhang Junping finished speaking, he saw that Chen Lijun was a little confused, so he explained: "For example, after becoming our contracted artist, we will publish an interview-like report for him in a decent magazine. At the same time, he will hang it in a local gallery.

his works.

Level 2: An expert review report on his works will be published in a magazine, and major galleries in the province will also recommend them."

“Manager, the gallery you mentioned doesn’t seem to exist in our country!”

"I know!

Next, we will open galleries in all first- and second-tier cities across the country at the same time.

Only in this way can we better discover and cultivate calligraphy and painting artists.

Don’t expect the gallery to make money in the early stage, and don’t expect the newly signed artists to make money.

After they have gained a certain reputation, at least the signed artists who have reached Level 4 or above can be promoted and sold in the international market."

Zhang Junping and Chen Lijun discussed it all morning, discussing and revising each clause in detail.

More often than not, Zhang Junping was talking and Chen Lijun was listening. The reason why it took so long was mainly to allow Chen Lijun to better understand and digest what Zhang Junping said.

Only when she fully understands it can she convey it better and implement it better.

In the afternoon, Zhang Junping called Zheng Dongmei, the chief of the personnel department, over again.

"Sister Zheng, have all the people I arranged to come here been arranged?" Zhang Junping asked with a smile.

"Everything has been arranged, and the onboarding procedures have been completed.

Do you want to meet them?" Zheng Dongmei asked with a smile.

"Let's go back later! I'll talk to them.

You'll go find my master later, and you can go to Central America and the Academy of Fine Arts together to contact us and see if we can get a few more freshmen this year.

We don’t want students majoring in painting or sculpture, but majoring in art research.

Of course, if there are other majors with higher emotional intelligence, we will also want them.

Anyway, let's see how much they can give.

Ask for as many as you can!”

"Okay, manager!

I will go to the secretary to report this matter soon." Zheng Dongmei nodded and agreed.

"The assessment at the end of the month coincides with my wedding, so I can only ask you to do it.

You, the HR section chief, must keep your eyes open! Kick those bastards out.

It doesn’t matter whose child it is or who introduced it, as long as it fails the assessment, it will be eliminated.

If you have any opinions, let him come to me!

In this regard, even my master will not give me face." Zhang Junping explained solemnly.
To be continued...