After work in the evening, I have to go to Dashilan to make furniture.

Therefore, Zhang Junping sleeps very well now and sleeps until dawn.

Early the next morning, Zhang Junping rode to the steel rolling mill, said hello to the logistics department, borrowed two trucks, and returned to the painting shop with two trucks of supplies.

Two heavy trucks parked in front of the painting shop were still very conspicuous. Before Zhang Junping could enter, Guo Meizhen came out to check the situation.

In fact, she had already gone out several times in the morning. As soon as she heard the movement of the car, she couldn't help but come out to take a look.

"Manager Zhang, you are back!" Guo Meizhen said hello to Zhang Junping while looking at the big truck.

"Sister Guo, our welfare has been restored. Tell them to come in and unload their things!" Zhang Junping said with a smile.

"I know, I'm going to call someone right now!" Guo Meizhen twisted her waist and ran into the painting shop, shouting loudly to ask someone to come out and move things.

Zhang Junping watched from behind, genuinely worried about Guo Meizhen's waist. The load itself was already heavy enough, but if the frequency of twisting was increased, how could it be endured?

After a while, everyone in the painting shop came down.

Although there are a lot of things pulled over, there is not much that needs to be unloaded.

The painting shop can be considered as the three people in the cafeteria, plus Li Wenjuan and Xia Guoxiang, there are a total of thirty-two people.

There are only a few hundred kilograms of rice noodles and a few hundred kilograms of mountain products. It doesn't take so many people. Half of them can unload the things at once.

The most troublesome thing is the soybean oil. There are six large iron drums of soybean oil that have to be unloaded and repackaged.

"Master, I have to trouble you to wait for a while!" Zhang Junping took out four packs of cigarettes and gave them to the two driver masters, two packs each.

It was a leader's job, and Zhang Junping was so smart and well-served, so naturally they didn't mind waiting a little longer.

After handing over the driver, Zhang Junping walked into the painting shop.

They have cleared a large space in the business hall on the first floor, which is filled with supplies such as rice and flour that they just brought over.

"Um, do you want to bring the bags for rice and noodles?"

"Bring it! Bring it!"

"Brought it!"

Everyone said with a smile.

"That's okay!

"Lao Lu, you and your people from the finance department are responsible for dividing the rice and noodles for everyone."

"Sister Chen, take the people from the business office and separate those sluts."

"Master Qin, Master Zhou, and Master Ma, you three departments are responsible for filling the soybean oil from Tietong into the plastic bucket."

"Xiao Xia, go find Dashan and ask him to bring hairtail, swimming crab, shrimp, and cotton cloth.

This is the order, send this quantity!"

"Xiao Li, you go to the steel rolling mill again and ask Director Hu to arrange a truck to deliver five tons of rice, five tons of flour, and twenty tons of various mountain goods to the Publishing Bureau."

Zhang Junping stood in the business hall and issued a series of orders to everyone.

Everyone was very considerate, talking and laughing while working, thinking about how to spend this new year.

"You guys get busy first. I'll go upstairs and make a call and ask the farm to send pork and mutton." Seeing everyone working in full swing, Zhang Junping said with a smile.

"Go, go! Just leave it to us."

Everyone worked happily and waved to Zhang Junping.

It seemed as if they disliked him for delaying their work.

This may be the job they are most willing to do.

By the time Zhang Junping finished his phone call and went downstairs, Lu Guozhong had already divided the rice and noodles into the bags everyone brought.

Chen Lijun also divided the mountain goods and packed them in woven bags, one for each person, exactly thirty-two.

When Zhang Junping came down, everyone was helping to pack the soybean oil.

Some people carried the empty barrels, some lifted the oil cans out of the iron barrels, some were responsible for holding the plastic barrels, others were responsible for twisting the caps, and some carried the filled soybean oil to the side and stacked them neatly. The division of labor was clear and the work was in full swing.

Zhang Junping saw that there were still people who couldn't help, so he called out: "Anyone who has nothing to do, help load the soybean oil into the car.

I’ll go and send care to those artists soon.”

Scarface moved very quickly. Before the soybean oil was finished loading, he led his men and rode a tricycle to the painting shop.

"Master Zhang, everything you asked for has been delivered." Scarface approached Zhang Junping and whispered the report.

"Yeah! Bring the cotton cloth, hairtail fish, swimming crabs and prawns into the store.

Load the yellow croaker into the car," Zhang Junping ordered.

"yes!

Come on, bring all the cotton cloths in!" Scarface agreed, saying hello and starting to work.

There wasn't much in total, so I finished it quickly.

"Master Zhang, do you have any other instructions?"

"You can deal with the rest of the things in the warehouse.

At the end of the year, give something to the brothers who follow you.

Just come out of the warehouse!" Zhang Junping said with a smile.

"On behalf of the brothers, I would like to thank Mr. Zhang!" Scarface was straightforward and did not refuse, thanking him directly.

Zhang Junping likes such a scarred face even more.

"Go and get busy! In a few days, when I finish my work here, let's have a drink together." Zhang Junping smiled and patted Scarface on the shoulder.

Packing soybean oil is troublesome. I was busy until lunch and still hadn’t finished packing it.

Zhang Junping called two drivers and had lunch together in the cafeteria of the painting shop.

It wasn't until after two o'clock in the afternoon that all the soybean oil was packed.

"Mr. Wu, everything is ready, let's go?" Zhang Junping said to the old store manager with a smile.

Wu Xinping has also been helping below.

"Okay! Let's go and meet those old friends!" Wu Xinping waved proudly.

At this time, Wu Xinping was somewhat grateful to Zhang Junping.

It was this young man who allowed him to have such a proud day.

How does it feel to ride in a truck and deliver New Year gifts door to door to old friends?

Wu Xinping didn't know, but he was already feeling great even before he set off.

There are about 100 people who often go to art shops to sell calligraphy and paintings, and there are about 20 people who are still in BJ, including Wu Xinping's friends.

Although these people had never sold calligraphy and paintings, Wu Xinping often took calligraphy and paintings from them and sold them in art shops in his own way.

It is this way that when friends get together, they will occasionally make fun of him: fire prevention, theft prevention and Xinping prevention.

Although it was a joke, Wu Xinping still held a breath in his heart.

Today, I can finally express myself this way.

"Mr. Wu and I won't be back today. You can get off work at that time and take your things with you.

You all know how much the year-end benefits are, and you have checked them yourself. I will not be responsible for anything less." Zhang Junping explained, then got in the car and followed Wu Xinping to give gifts.

Artists selling calligraphy and paintings are mainly concentrated in universities, such as the Central Academy of Fine Arts, China Academy of Arts and Crafts, BJ Art Academy, Tsinghua University and Peking University.

Others are experts and scholars from the Palace Museum Research Institute.

Everyone lives relatively centrally, so you don’t have to travel too many places.

The first stop I went to was the Central Academy of Fine Arts because it was the closest.

Wu Xinping led the way in the first car, and Zhang Junping followed in the second car.

The car drove into the Central Academy of Fine Arts and came to the place dedicated to professors, which is the so-called professor building.

In this era, there was no dedicated villa area for professors.

Wu Xinping jumped out of the car, his movements were so agile that he didn't look like a man in his sixties or almost seventy.

"Hey! Dean Wu is here! What kind of wind brings you here today?" A white-haired old man asked with a smile after seeing Wu Xinping.

In addition to being the manager of BJ Painting Store, Wu Xinping is also the honorary president of BJ Painting Academy.

Two trucks came in and there was still a lot of movement.

Many people looked out of the windows.

It can be seen that professors and artists also have a tendency to gossip.

Zhang Junping also quickly jumped out of the car and walked to Wu Xinping.

"Dean Wu, I'm here to give you a gift!" Wu Xinping said with a laugh.
To be continued...