Yang Mingde paced back and forth in the study, thinking about the question raised by Zhang Junping.

Zhang Junping didn't dare to interrupt the master, so he could only stand there quietly.

I regret it a little in my heart, looking at Master's performance, I have given Master a problem.

Dean Jiang passed away suddenly, and it is estimated that the school leaders were busy dealing with Dean Jiang's funeral affairs and the position he left behind.

It was a sensitive time when Zhang Junping came up with another sensitive project, which made the master a little embarrassed.

I knew that I would have cooperated with the neighborhood committee and attached to the name of the neighborhood committee, wouldn't it be a matter of paying more money!

Of course, affiliation with schools and neighborhood committees is not just a matter of having more money and less money.

The school's resources are definitely not comparable to that of a neighborhood committee.

Just when Zhang Junping was thinking nonsense, Yang Mingde stood up and said to Zhang Junping: "You go back, write a detailed plan for me first, and I'll mention it at the meeting later!"

"Master, if you don't forget it, I'll ......"

"What are you? Don't think about it, there are some things that you shouldn't think about!" Yang Mingde scolded and encouraged: "Since you want to build this social practice base, then work hard and strive to make an appearance!"

For other things, Master!"

"Thank you, Master!" Zhang Junping's heart was full of emotion, and he bowed deeply to Master.

Taking the words written by the master and leaving the master's house, Zhang Junping secretly swore that he must do something.

Originally, Zhang Junping just planned to be attached to the school, with his back against the big tree to enjoy the shade.

By the way, I help my classmates find something to do and earn some money to subsidize their lives.

Now he's going to be serious!

We must build up the social practice platform we have said, do a good job, and make it a typical example, only in this way can we live up to Master's painstaking efforts.

After Zhang Junping left, his wife walked into the study with a cup of hot milk, and saw Yang Mingde standing in front of Xu Beihong's cattle herding picture, knowing that Yang Mingde was in trouble.

Every time Yang Mingde encounters a difficult matter, he is accustomed to standing in front of the old dean's cattle herding picture and thinking about problems.

Busy and concerned: "What's the matter?

"This kid is really capable of tossing!" Yang Mingde shook his head with a wry smile, and told his wife about Zhang Junping.

"I think Xiaopingzi's idea is good!"

"I know it's good, but it's ............ at the moment."

It is precisely because of the current situation that we should support him even more! Now these young people are too energetic to rely on their studies alone to consume their excess energy.

That's why they are fooling around, what new trends of thought, the foreigners haven't said anything, they are the first to devalue the art handed down by the ancestors, a few days ago I heard someone actually shouting the slogan that the national painting is dead, it's just nonsense!

Xiaopingzi, a social practice base, if it is done well, can disperse the vigorous energy of some students, so that the pressure on your school leaders can be relatively reduced!"

"Hahaha! Madame is really my Kong Mingye!" Yang Mingde laughed as he held his wife's shoulders.

Yang Mingde was happy to have a wife who could understand him and support him, and laughed out loud.

But there is always a sadness that cannot be hidden in the laughter.

The dignified CAFA, the highest university in the domestic art world, is inevitably a bit of a fly camp.

The master naturally heard the sadness in Yang Mingde's laughter, and comforted softly: "You don't want that position, why do you care about those side matters?"

CAFA is everyone's CAFA, and he won't change because of someone!"

"Madame is right!

Seeing him raise the Zhu Tower, seeing him feasting guests, seeing his building collapse......

This moss and green tile pile, I have slept in the wind and flow, and I have seen the rise and fall of fifty years. That Wuyi Lane, not surnamed Wang, Mochou Lake, ghosts cry at night, Phoenix Terrace, perched owl birds! The dream of the remnant mountain is the truest, and it is difficult to lose the old realm......" Yang Mingde sang loudly.

......

Zhang Junping didn't know what happened at the master's house, and he came to the furniture store early the next morning, as usual.

While instructing the eldest brother-in-law to draw lines, blanking, and processing mortise and tenon joints, he made mortise and tenon models.

At noon, the fat aunt came over to see Zhang Junping's redesigned decoration drawings, and was very satisfied, leaving a thousand yuan.

In the afternoon, I went to the customer's house to measure the area.

It was a fulfilling day.

In the evening, Zhang Junping returned to school and came to the old lady's studio as usual.

"Are you back, are you busy today?" Seeing Zhang Junping come in, Huang Xue asked happily.

"It's okay, it's been a fulfilling day!

How's it going on your side?"

"I've sorted out all the manuscripts, and I've also found some brothers and sisters who can do bricklayer and carpentry work, and they are all quite willing to go!" Huang Xue happily told Zhang Junping about the results of her day.

"That's good! The results are very fruitful, come, take it, the boss will reward you!" Zhang Junping took out 700 yuan and slapped it in Huang Xue's hand.

"Why are you giving me so much money?" Huang Xue was startled when she looked at the thick wad of money in her hand.

"This is the money for the renovation of the house, and the old lady sent it over today!

By the way, mine will take away my labor remuneration!" Zhang Junping said as he took out five pieces of ten yuan from it, "This is my design fee!"

"The design fee is so much?" Huang Xue was a little dazed and said subconsciously.

It's not that Huang Xue feels that Zhang Junping has taken too much, even if Zhang Junping takes all the money, Huang Xue has no opinion, but she is a little unfamiliar with the new concept of design fees.

"This is called the fruit of wisdom, and I make money with my wisdom. You know, other customers will choose to let us decorate because of my design, and you will have the opportunity to make money!

In the future, if there are similar decoration projects, you can also design them yourself!" Zhang Junping explained with a smile, and handed over fifty yuan to Huang Xue.

"Why did you give it to me again?"

"Will you Sichuan men give over the money to women when they make money?

In the future, you will be my housekeeper, and of course my money will be handed over to you!"

"Phew, who is your housekeeper mother-in-law? shameless!" Huang Xue took a sip with a red face, but put the money away unceremoniously.

"You actually scolded me for being shameless, so if I don't do something even more shameless, wouldn't I be sorry for your words?" Zhang Junping smiled evilly and approached Huang Xue.

"Ahh

At that moment, the door to the studio was pushed open, and the old lady walked in and teased, "Yo!

In a word, Huang Xue's face was as red as blood.

Zhang Junping rolled his eyes, isn't it time for your old man to come?

Slandering in his heart, Zhang Junping hurriedly picked up the manuscript that Huang Xue had sorted out and handed it to the old lady with both hands, "Grandma Liu, I have finished sorting out the manuscript, you can take a look!"

"Did you sort it out or did someone else sort it out?" asked the old lady with a smile.

"It's all the same, it's all the same!" Zhang Junping sneered.