"Yes, I asked people to move out."

"To tell you the truth, I usually like to write and draw, so I have to ask you all to help me move my painting desk back." Zhang Junping said as he walked to the desk and rubbed the desk with his hands.

"Xiao Zhang! Our painting shop has not been very profitable over the years.

So I didn’t buy a new office desk or chair.

They used old furniture bought from trust stores.

Including those painting desks, they are all second-hand goods bought from other places." Afraid of Zhang Junping's misunderstanding, the old store manager quickly explained.

"Mr. Wu, old furniture is great!

I'll go shopping for some old furniture later.

Get some Taishi chairs and coffee tables and create a place to drink tea there.

Behind the desk, we have a bookcase from the Ming Dynasty, which will fit perfectly with the desk." Zhang Junping said with a smile.

"Xiao Zhang, do you also know about antiques?" Mr. Wu said somewhat surprised.

The main reason is that Zhang Junping is too young, he is a retired soldier, and he is a rude person who does material purchasing. In the opinion of the old store manager, how can such a common man know about antiques?

"How many of us who are engaged in art don't like to play with these old gadgets?

This old thing contains five thousand years of Chinese cultural heritage.

Like those out-of-print calligraphy and paintings, they should be well protected." Zhang Junping said with a smile.

Five thousand words.
Chapter completed!