"Grandma, I'm tired of eating meat outside, so I just want to eat the hand-made noodles you made!" Zhang Junping didn't argue, he took his grandma's hand, looked at her complexion, and said with a smile.

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Grandma looks good and has a rosy complexion. Although she is over seventy, her steps just now looked very steady. She will have no problem living to ninety-nine.

"If you want to eat hand-made noodles, grandma will make them for you right now!" Grandma narrowed her eyes with a smile.

Grandma and Qiu Wenyan went into the kitchen to make Zhang Junping dough.

Zhang Junping returned to the middle courtyard and sat in the main room to teach four apprentices.

After some questioning, Zhang Junping praised Xia Guoxiang and criticized Li Wenjuan. As for the Huaizhi brothers, they were slapped directly.

Use a ruler and hit the palm of your hand.

This was a corporal punishment method commonly used by old teachers in teaching students in the past.

Although Xia Guoxiang was praised for his homework, because he and Li Wenjuan failed to take care of their juniors, like Li Wenjuan, he was slapped five times by Zhang Junping.

Don't think that five strokes is very light. One stroke of a bamboo ruler will make your palms swell.

Zhang Junping naturally couldn't swell their palms. None of the four apprentices ran away, and they were all beaten up.

Zhang Junping uses Qiaojin, which does not cause redness, swelling, or injury to the muscles and bones, but it is guaranteed to cause pain for two or three days.

It's swollen but painful.

In other words, the left hand should be used, otherwise you would not be able to use chopsticks to eat at night.

"We are all craftsmen, good at work and hard at work, but at leisure.

If you don't study hard, you won't be able to learn. The best that others can say is that I, the master, am incompetent, but in the end you will only suffer the consequences."

Under the power of his master, Huaizhi did not dare to cry, but his palms were so painful that tears welled up in his eyes.

After educating all four apprentices, Zhang Junping showed a smile and said, "Juanzi, go and open my gift box. There are gifts I brought for you."

"Thank you, Master!" Li Wenjuan said her thanks obediently and ran to open the gift box.

Zhang Junping distributed the gifts he prepared to his four apprentices one by one.

In fact, Zhang Junping really didn't know what gifts to buy for his apprentice. He could only buy a few clothes and some foreign snacks.

Looking at the beautiful clothes and snacks they had never seen before, the two brothers Huaizhi forgot about the pain in their palms and laughed with tears in their eyes.

Master still loves them.

But, sometimes, it really hurts too much.

For a time, the warm scene of a loving father and a filial son returned to the hall.

Grandpa was in the yard and heard the movement in the main room, with a satisfied smile on his face.

My grandson is really very capable.

The trick of hitting a stick and giving a sweet date is very clever.

If you come up first and give out gifts first and then teach you homework, although it looks the same, in fact, it is very different.

The joy of receiving the gift and the gratitude to Master will be greatly shattered by the board.

However, it was different if they were beaten first and the gifts were distributed later. The pain from the beating just now was washed away by the gifts. They would not hold grudges, but would only be grateful for Master's love for them.

Even if the palm of my hand still hurts, I will only feel guilty because I didn't do my homework well and that's why I made Master angry.

Order is sometimes important.

"Hey! Are you handing out gifts? Do you have my share?" Qiu Wenyan finished cooking the noodles and came over to call Zhang Junping. When she saw the four apprentices showing off their gifts, she asked with a smile.

"Yes, if you forget anyone, you can't forget your wife. You are now the key protection target of our old Zhang family." Zhang Junping said with a smile.

"De Xing! The noodles are ready, go and eat them quickly!" Qiu Wenyan rolled her eyes at Zhang Junping.

"Hahaha..." Zhang Junping laughed and ran to the backyard to eat noodles.

Fried noodles, BJ people’s favorite.

For things like sesame paste, in the past, not even now, BJ actually issued a serious policy to limit the purchase.

It can be seen how much BJ people like to eat fried noodles.

This is the place to eat noodles, that is, pad bar pad bar.

In the evening, the family came to Zhiweizhai and had a reunion dinner.

When Zhang's mother saw Zhang Junping, she also held hands, looked up and down, left and right, and exchanged greetings.

In fact, Zhang's father and Zhang's mother are used to not seeing their son for a month or two, but this time they are going abroad, so they pay more attention to it.

In the evening, there was nothing to say. Although a little farewell was better than a wedding, conditions did not allow it, so I could only hold it in.

The next day, Zhang Junping came to the company on his bicycle.

His special car is kept in the company.

After all, it is allocated by the government, and it is not appropriate for him to keep it at home while he is abroad.

"Master, are you in good health?" Zhang Junping came to Wu Xinping's office carrying two kilograms of tea.

"Okay! Since you're not here, no one is popular with me. I just eat well and feel better!" Seeing Zhang Junping back, Wu Xinping was very happy, but he cursed with a smile.

"Master, you have wronged me. I am such a filial disciple, how can I be angry with you?

You see, I didn’t forget to bring you a gift when I came back from abroad!” Zhang Junping yelled, putting Mingqian Longjing on the desk in front of Wu Xinping.

"What do you think? Are there any apprentices like you? Even when I'm abroad, I don't forget to arrange work for me.

Also, is this Longjing a gift you brought back to me from abroad?" Wu Xinping laughed angrily.

This apprentice is so unreliable that he got two kilograms of Longjing tea and dared to say that it was a gift brought from abroad.

"That's right! Master, this is Mingqian Longjing. Except for supplying the top leaders, the rest are exclusively for export.

This can be regarded as switching from export to domestic sales." Zhang Junping explained with a smile.

"You really haven't come back from abroad?"

"Can this be false?

I was wondering what gift to bring you, and I happened to see someone selling tea in the mall, and it was the authentic Mingqian Shifeng Longjing tea.

I just rounded it up for him!" Zhang Junping said with a smile.

"If it's rounded, can you give me two pounds?" Wu Xinping glared.

"You drink it first, and I'll get it for you later. I'll make sure I don't miss your tea." Zhang Junping comforted him with a smile.

"This is what you said. If the tea cannot be supplied, don't blame me for going on strike!" Wu Xinping threatened.

“Don’t worry, I guarantee that your tea will not be cut off!

I have asked Zhou Dashan to negotiate with Hangzhou about contracting the tea mountain. When the tea mountain is contracted, will we still be short of your tea?

You tell me what kind of tea you want to drink, and I will immediately send someone to pack it!" Zhang Junping said domineeringly.

Although this old man has a childish temper, he still has to be coaxed and he is still expected to work. If he is not coaxed well, what will happen if he gives up?

So, you have to coax.

"Okay, you are really rich now." Wu Xinping smiled and nodded to Zhang Junping.

"Have all the overseas matters been dealt with?"

“It’s over now, the store clerks have been recruited, and the store is being renovated.

I have to go back to deal with the company's affairs." Zhang Junping told Wu Xinping everything about the situation in Paris.

"You're such a tough guy. The fact that you lent money to the company has alerted the higher-ups!" Wu Xinping said, pointing to the sky.

"What does it say above?"

"At the beginning, there were various opinions. Some said that the state pays you a salary, and your income should belong to the state. Some said that this is royalties and should belong to individuals.

Anyway, the commotion was very serious, so we reported it level by level.

In the end, it was the chief designer who spoke and the tone was set.

The income from selling paintings belongs to royalties, is reasonable and legal, is just income, and belongs to the individual!

The chief designer finally made a joke and said, if the royalties are to be nationalized, what will happen to Mao Zu's millions of royalties and his royalties?

As soon as these words came out, no one dared to speak anymore." Wu Xinping did not show off and directly told the result.

Mao Zu, in the hearts of Chinese people, is a god.

His prestige is unparalleled.
Chapter completed!