This year's Lantern Festival, which coincides with the weekend, has a three-day long holiday, which makes people who have returned to work lazy. Of course, for the citizens of Huizhou, this Lantern Festival, there is also a game that has to be watched - Doumo Meeting.

For most people, Doumo will be a very new term, as if they have never heard of it in their impressions, but for ink friends in the collection industry and masters of ink making, Doumo will have a long history. In Huizhou, a city of Israeli civilization, it can be traced back thousands of years.

At first, it was not called fighting ink, but an exchange and discussion between famous ink makers and literati in the industry to improve the quality of ink products. Ink makers can take this opportunity to ask for masterpieces of calligraphy and painting, and literati and artists can choose the right ink products for themselves.

However, slowly, after the ink merchants dominated the literary meeting, the nature gradually evolved into a competition with ink competition, hence the name Dou Mo.

Li Qiancheng waited in the peach forest early in the morning. Holding the steering wheel a little nervously, he really didn't have any confidence in today's Doumo Meeting. According to the previous agreement, this ink product must be produced by our factory, and no substitutes can be found, so even if Li Qiancheng gets the best pine ink in Huizhou, as long as there is a manufacturer, it will be regarded as a violation.

As for the manufacturer, it is naturally impossible to have a little lacquer production logo, and it is not allowed to find someone to process it on behalf of the manufacturer. He saw Zhong Yue walking out with a leather case in the rearview mirror, and muttered, "Mr. Zhong, don't you have a problem......

He didn't know if he, the manager, would be able to return to Ouyang International and become the office director of his personnel department if he finished playing with a little paint this time.

He got out of the car, helped Zhong Yue open the car door, and handed over a thermos box.

"What is this?"

"The rice you want to eat. ”

Zhong Yue smiled and said, "Can't you let me go to the county and buy it and eat it by the way?"

"I'm afraid of missing the time, don't worry, I feel hot!"

"Thank you, Manager Li. Zhong Yue got into the car and put the leather case on the sofa beside him.

The front of the car had already been adjusted, so Li Qiancheng started directly. Zhong Yue opened the insulated box and saw the rice in the form of a "Big Mac", and suddenly there was a black line, "This ......"

"Mr. Zhong, what's the matter? Isn't this the rice you want to eat? No way, I bought it from the store before. ”

"This is too big, isn't it?" Zhong Yue looked at the rice in the box, fritters, sausages, tenderloin, peanuts, meat floss, and other ingredients, compared to this colorful inner ingredient, the glutinous rice on the outside became a foil.

Li Qiancheng smiled, "I don't know Mr. Zhong's taste, so I just added it." ”

Zhong Yue smiled awkwardly, "Thank you." ”

"There's still salted soy milk in the bottom box, but I think it's spoiled, so don't drink it. ”

Zhong Yue was stunned for a moment, "It's spoiled, how can it go bad when I bought it in the morning?" He has been drinking soy milk for more than ten years, and he has never heard of it, and there is also freshly ground spoiled soy milk.

Li Qiancheng said while driving: "I see that the soy milk he poured down has condensed, as if it has deteriorated...... I don't know very well, usually I drink soy milk is white, how can I ......"

Zhong Yue smiled: "That's it. ”

"Is it ......" Li Qiancheng smiled reluctantly, and said in his heart, it's really strange to drink salty......

The Doumo Club was actually set up in the Cultural Center, Zhong Yue took care of solving this giant along the way, and didn't look at where the Doumo Club was held, when he saw this familiar building, he took a sip of warm soy milk and breathed a sigh of relief, "It's so refreshing." ”

Li Qiancheng secretly said in his heart: I don't know if you can still be happy after today. He and Zhong Yue are now grasshoppers on the same line, maybe for Zhong Yue, this is a competition between individuals and names, and for him, this is a major fork in the road to decide whether to eat meat or instant noodles for the rest of his life.

"Mr. Zhong......"

"Huh?"

"You're confident, aren't you?"

Zhong Yue got out of the car, carried the leather case, and said with a smile: "Of course!" Li Qiancheng followed Zhong Yue and said: "Today, in addition to some experts in the ink industry, there are also many people from the cultural circles in Huizhou who have come over as another criterion for consideration. Did I let you do what I did?"

"Well, someone has already been sent to complete it. ”

Zhong Yue nodded and said, "It's been hard work for the past few days, and Manager Li has picked it up." ”

"Where, the matter of the division. ”

Zhong Yue looked at the huge stele painting outside the cultural center, which symbolized the long history of Huizhou's manufacturing of pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and breathed a long sigh of relief, and said: "A little bit is like lacquer, and it will be true for thousands of years." ”

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Today, there is a crowd of people in the cultural center, and many people came early to witness such a grand event in the ink world.

On the second floor, Huang Xu and several students from the Huizhou Academy of Fine Arts got together, and said with a sneer: "The wicked have their own wicked grinding. This kid doesn't know the height of the sky, and he actually provoked Cao Gongsu, I really don't know that when Cao Gongsu was making ink, his ancestors might still be farming in the ravines, it's really an axe. ”

"Yes, a good calligraphy and painting student, calligraphy doesn't write, and he comes to argue with the old ink factory, what is this?"

Several people laughed.

Huang Mingchuan and several old calligraphers from the Huizhou Calligraphy Association also came, and he looked left and right, and asked, "Have you seen Mr. Liu?"

"Nope. But it seems that the gorgeous Principal Kang is here, and I just saw that he was still standing in the Wenmo exhibition hall, Lao Huang, what are you doing with Mr. Liu?"

"Introduce Zhong Yue to the Huizhou Book Association. ”

A few people laughed and said, "Come on, people are rare?"

"Zhonghe lost the election after voting, as the new president, I naturally have to contribute to the book association, Zhong Yue's book association nomination, shelved for nearly half a year, and then wait ......"

"Lao Huang, people don't write anymore. ”

Huang Mingchuan's eyes darkened, "I missed it, I missed it after all." ”

"Hey, Zhong Yue is here. ”

"Look, it's Zhong Yue. ”

Many citizens of Huizhou are Zhong Yue's Weibo fans, some are infected by the charm of calligraphy and Chinese painting itself, and some are admired by Zhong Yue's character, calligraphy and personality charm, and spontaneously come to cheer for Zhong Yue.

The security guards in the stadium pulled up the cordon with a serious look to prevent a crowded stampede.

Zhong Yue entered the door with a leather case.

"Mr. Zhong!"

"Zhong Yue!"

"Mr. Buqi, when are you going to pick up the pen again!"

"Teacher Zhong, come on!"

Zhong Yue originally thought that it was just a multi-person ink fighting event, but he didn't expect so many people to gather. Looking at the enthusiastic citizens crowded outside the cordon, my throat was a little itchy. If his appeal really has such power, then dedicate his strength to the inheritance of Huimo.

Win or lose, it's worth it!

He stood on the red carpet and bowed to everyone in front of him, "Thank you for your support!"