"I know the manager, and I think so too. If we don't use their connections to sign more veteran artists, then our customers will be in vain."

"It can't be said that the invitation is in vain! Later, as long as they can help introduce other veteran artists, those who deserve the treat will continue to be invited!

Just go to Zhiweizhai and give me my name so you don’t have to queue."

"Manager, if you say this, it will be easier!" Niu Wensheng said with a smile.

After explaining to Chen Lijun and Niu Wensheng, Zhang Junping called Lu Guozhong over again.

"Lao Lu, have you arranged for someone to meet the artist?" Zhang Junping asked directly.

Tomorrow is the opening ceremony of the Chinese Calligraphers and Painters Exchange Meeting, and calligraphy and painting artists from all over the country should also arrive today.

"It has been arranged. People have been arranged to go to the bus station, train station and airport." Lu Guozhong replied quickly.

"Well! It's time to test your office work ability!

Good job!

After the exchange meeting is over, I will report to the bureau and recommend you to be the deputy manager of the company.

Of course, you are still in charge of the office, and you are also responsible for the security department, training center, and canteen." Zhang Junping drew a cake for Lu Guozhong.

Since the establishment of the art company, it has not been equipped with a deputy manager, or even a company leadership team, just to avoid creating constraints for Zhang Junping.

"Thank you, manager! Our office will definitely do a good job in hosting this time." Lu Guozhong did not expect the surprise to come so suddenly and violently, so he quickly expressed his stance.

"Work hard! The future glory of the art company is also due to your efforts." Zhang Junping encouraged with a smile.

After seeing off Lu Guozhong, Zhang Junping came to Wu Xinping's office with a tea cup.

This time, Wu Xinping did not go out to visit friends, but was working on creation in the office.

"Master, I started writing vigorously early in the morning, how elegant it is!" Zhang Junping said with a smile.

"Tong Fei is here! What do you think of my calligraphy?" Wu Xinping saw Zhang Junping coming in and greeted him with a smile.

"The word "you" is like a swimming dragon, vigorous and powerful, and like a dancing phoenix, full of elegance!

It can be said that the dragon is flying and the phoenix is ​​dancing!

No wonder Master, you started working on creation early in the morning, it turns out that your skills are much deeper." Zhang Junping complimented with a smile.

It's not a compliment, Wu Xinping's handwriting has indeed improved a lot compared to before.

"Haha! You, a fellow flyer, can make me happy! My handwriting is not as good as your words!" Wu Xinping said modestly, but the smile on his face revealed his mood.

Wu Xinping was secretly proud that his calligraphy practice during this period was not in vain.

Finally showed his face in front of his apprentice.

Listening to Zhang Junping's praise, Wu Xinping suddenly remembered that when he was learning painting from his master, he practiced painting desperately just to get a compliment from his master.

When he thought of this, Wu Xinping, who was originally a little excited, suddenly felt dull.

"Master, most of the artists from other places are probably here today. Are you planning a welcome banquet tonight?" Zhang Junping asked with a smile after praising Wu Xinping.

"Yes! They are all old friends. Some of them have not seen each other for many years. We want to arrange a reception banquet and have a good chat." Wu Xinping smiled and nodded.

"Then I'll communicate with BJ Hotel and we'll arrange to stay in the banquet hall that night. It's spacious and can accommodate a large number of people. It's also convenient for us to communicate with each other." Zhang Junping said with a smile.

"Okay, let's make it in the banquet hall. You and I will attend the evening. You also know how much Master drinks. We will work together in the evening. I will chat and you will drink." Wu Xinping thought of his old friend whom he had not seen for many years.

My mood improved again, and I started joking with Zhang Junping.

"Okay! I'll drink, and you can chat!" Zhang Junping smiled and nodded.

I chatted with Wu Xinping for a while and told Wu Xinping about my banquet with Liu Deying and other veteran artists yesterday.

Although some people reported to Wu Xinping even if he didn't say it, speaking out on his own represented respect for Wu Xinping.

Back in the office, Zhang Junping picked up the phone and called the front desk of BJ Hotel to make a reservation for the banquet hall tonight.

And reserved twenty tables of meals.

Although the banquet was for artists from out of town, Wu Xinping and him could not be the only ones attending.

No matter what, I have to ask an old artist with more than ten or twenty BJ skills to accompany me.

After making the phone call and booking the banquet, Zhang Junping went to talk to Wu Xinping again.

Back in the office, Zhang Junping suddenly felt like he had nothing to do.

Well! It’s not an illusion.

He really has nothing to do now.

This is the advantage of being a leader. All the work is left to the people below, and the leader only needs to wait to hear the report.

"Xiangzi, go and call your Uncle Pan and Section Chief Zhai!" Zhang Junping found something to do for himself.

"yes!"

Xia Guoxiang ran to ask Pan Meng and Zhai to resist the Japanese.

"Manager, did you call us?" Pan Meng and Zhai Kangri came to Zhang Junping's office together.

"Today Lao Niu went to see Liu Deying and Liu Lao to sign a contract. It is estimated that Liu Deying's disciples and grandchildren will also sign many contracts.

Therefore, the procurement of raw materials must be put on the agenda.

I plan to ask you two, and two more security officers who are good at it.

Let’s go to Western Xinjiang together, go to Hotan to purchase a batch of Hotan jade and come back.

Section Chief Pan is familiar with it there, and after completing the purchase, he can also contact the truck to transport it back." Zhang Junping smiled and expressed his thoughts.

"Okay, manager. When will we set off?" Zhai Kangri simply agreed to Zhang Junping's decision.

If you hold this position, you will definitely have to work hard.

"You go home and pack up today, then set off tomorrow!

You go to the finance department to borrow one million and go directly to Xijiang with the cash." Zhang Junping lowered his head and wrote a note and handed it to Zhai Kangri.

"Squad leader, we haven't applied for our guns yet. Without guns, is it a bit unsafe to go to Western Xinjiang with so much money?" Pan Meng said.

"Well! You go find Section Chief Zheng and ask her to coordinate and see if the gun can be approved today."

Before the 1970s and early 1980s, the security departments of various units could be equipped with guns, but they needed to apply for a gun license and police equipment from the Public Security Bureau.

"Yes!" Pan Meng saluted.

"If you can't get the approval, you can come to my house tonight." Zhang Junping said when Pan Meng and Zhai Kangri were about to leave.

"Yes!" Pan Meng agreed loudly and left the office.

After sending Pan Meng and Zhai away to fight against the Japanese, Zhang Junping leaned on his chair and closed his eyes to rest.

In my mind, I was thinking about the development direction of the art company.

Although the development direction of the art company has long been set, some details still need to be adjusted in detail based on the actual situation.

Combining the news from Scarface and talking to Yang Shankui and Liu Deying and other veteran artists yesterday, Zhang Junping became acutely aware of a problem.

After the founding of the People's Republic of China, the original craftsmen became workers, the great working class.

My status is countless times higher than before the founding of the People's Republic of China. My job is stable, my life is stable, and my income is also very stable.

However, this kind of stability has caused many people to lose one thing, and that is ingenuity.

After the new generation of craftsmen regard themselves as workers and produce handicrafts according to the factory's production process, the handicrafts have lost their soul, and our craftsmen have also lost their ingenuity.

Although not all, this is a phenomenon that represents the majority.

When a craftsman loses his ingenuity, is he still called a craftsman?

Can a handicraft produced according to certain rules be called a work of art?

This is actually the same as the dispute between the little black fat man and mainstream cross talk.

Originally they were all folk artists, but the country recruited them in order to take care of them so that they could use their abilities to enrich the people's spare time life.

Later, crosstalk performing artists actually appeared.

Those who talk about cross talk also become artists.

It doesn't matter, after all, as long as you can bring happiness to the people, it doesn't matter if you are an artist.

The older generation is frightened by the country and the people who respect them as artists, and they work hard to talk about cross talk well and bring joy to the people.

However, the new generation of crosstalk actors really regard themselves as artists.

But they have forgotten that what the people need is not cross talk artists, but cross talk that can bring them happiness.

Until crosstalk was about to die, Little Black Fatty appeared and redefined crosstalk as a form of performance that brings happiness to the people.

As a result, those cross talk artists were unhappy. Aren't you just slapping us in the face?

We have already said that the decline of cross talk is because people don’t like cross talk anymore and cross talk has not adapted to social development. It is not our fault.

How nice would it be if we all died quietly together?

You just saved cross talk, how do you want us to explain to the leaders?
To be continued...