When Zhong Yue returned to the county, he wanted to visit the Huang family, but he had just been to the Gu family in the morning, and he asked himself, now go to the Huang family, Zhong Buqi, what do you want to do?

The teacher is nameless!

So Zhong Yue turned back and went to the countryside. When he walked to the peach forest, he stopped and saw a parked car.

The door opened, and it was an old man I didn't know.

If it were on the usual road, Zhong Yue might not even stop his footsteps, but now, there is only one Zhong family here, and the person who came naturally came to the door, and it is unknown whether it is a person or a ghost.

"It's Mr. Zhong. ”

"Well, you're ......"

"Contemptible Cao Morong. ”

Zhong Yue also recalled the names Cao Morong and Cao Xilan recently, otherwise in his impression, the surname Cao might be Cao Danqing.

"It turned out to be Mr. Cao, I don't know what advice I have when I come to the Humble House?"

"I didn't dare to advise, and I wanted to say a few words to Mr. Zhong. ”

Zhong Yue was carrying a leather box, and he didn't mean to invite Cao Morong to sit in, some people opened his mouth, and Zhong Yue knew what he was going to put in it.

"When it was the most difficult time to paint before, Young Master Cao Xilan and Cao came over, and I politely refused. What is the market situation of the ink industry now, Mr. Cao, you should be able to understand, so if it is about a little bit of lacquer and ink square, I think it is useless to say more. ”

Cao Morong smiled: "Mr. Zhong, don't be busy writing conclusions. As far as I know, you yourself are not involved in the operation of a paint company, and your company is completely run by the Ouyang family, so Lao Yu has something to say that Mr. Zhong wants to bring to Brother Kaishan, as for how to decide in the end, it is up to you. ”

"Mr. Cao should have Mr. Ouyang's contact information, why bother to let me be a microphone?"

Cao Morong handed a letter to Zhong Yue and said with a smile: "This is for you." ”

He patted Zhong Yue on the shoulder, "Young man, I have been dealing with the Ouyang family for more than ten years, and I just don't want to keep you in the dark about this matter, so I asked you to pass the message, so that you don't have to be used as a pawn when you are still enjoying it." I won't drink the tea, oh, by the way, this is the Huimo Cultural Exchange Conference in two days, I have prepared a few more for you, whether to go or not, or that sentence, it lies in you. ”

"Huh. ”

Zhong Yue watched Cao Morong's every move with cold eyes, the old fox was indeed an old fox, and the entire aura was completely under his control, as if Zhong Yue's decision had nothing to do with what he had to say.

The car drove away like this, Zhong Yue raised his eyebrows, and muttered, "How do you know how I cooperate with the Ouyang family?"

If Cao Morong knew that the most secret shareholding issue between the Ouyang family and Zhong Yue was that Zhong Yue was 100% controlled, then he would not have traveled thousands of miles to play such a big game of chess. Because Ouyang Kaishan had already seen today's situation at the beginning.

Zhong Yue returned home, made himself a pot of tea, and dialed Ouyang Kaishan's phone while reading Cao Morong's letter.

"Zhong Yue, Happy New Year. ”

"Happy New Year, Mr. Ouyang. ”

Ouyang Kaishan asked: "Listen to Ah Ming, you have sealed the pen?

The same thing, Zhong Yue doesn't know how many times he has said it, it seems that there must be a breakthrough in calligraphy as soon as possible. Although Zhong Yue has made a qualitative leap through the inheritance of painting with calligraphy before, the brushwork is like a quantitative change that slowly accumulates, and the birth of the work is a qualitative change, from quantitative change to qualitative change, and miracles and inspiration are needed, which is the charm of art.

There is no accumulation of quantitative changes, and there is no talk of qualitative changes, and the heirloom works are only the best of an artist's life's work.

Zhong Yue and Ouyang Kaishan briefly said a few words about the situation in the book world, and then turned the conversation back to business, "Mr. Guoqing must have told you about Cao Gongsu's return to Huizhou." ”

"Hmm. ”

"Today, Cao Morong brought me a letter, saying that if Mr. Ouyang promised that a little lacquer would be owned by Cao Gongsu, then he promised you that he might give five percent of Cao's Pictures' shares in exchange. ”

In this matter, Cao Morong asked Zhong Yue to tell Ouyang Kaishan, which can be said to be reprehensible. First, even if a little paint now has the potential to become a leading enterprise in the emerging overlord of the ink industry, the overall industry prospects are not optimistic, and the entire company is now worth 50 million, which is already dead, but what about the market value of Cao's Pictures? More than 30 billion.

Five percent - more than six hundred million, take more than six hundred million, change a little paint, not to mention Ouyang Kaishan, even Zhong Yue was moved.

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a moment, and suddenly there was a chuckle, "Zhong Yue, do you know why I insisted that you hold 100% of the shares when I was talking about the company's shares?"

"Understand, be honest. ”

"That's right. No matter how free and easy you and I are, if there is a conflict of interests, then even if the Ouyang family accounts for one percent, then it is possible that there will be a gap in our cooperation. The so-called "I took precautions" to prevent such a thing from happening today. If a little paint is a subsidiary supported by Ouyang International, how do you think Cao Morong threw such a big bait, how can the board of directors choose?"

"If I were the board of directors of Ouyang International, I would not hesitate to throw away a little lacquer. ”

"So, is this the answer you and I want?"

Zhong Yue leaned back on the sofa, "I admire you very much. In a way, this kind of precautionary is a derogatory term, which is cunning.

"Cao Morong understands that my Ouyang Kaishan's appetite cannot be limited to the ink industry, so he took out such a large stake as bait. It's done, so with this cooperative relationship, Ouyang International is bound to be unable to make a fuss about the cultural industry anymore, because the palms and backs of the hands are meat. If the acquisition fails, hehe, presumably the relationship between you and me will not be flawless. ”

Zhong Yue listened to Ouyang Kaishan's analysis, which was as good as he had expected, "And I believe that Mr. Ouyang's appetite will not be as small as six hundred million." ”

"Haha. Zhong doesn't know me!"

"Then how should I deal with it more securely?" In terms of business, Zhong Yue felt that it was better to let Ouyang Kaishan guide him, after all, his heart was not here.

The other end of the phone said bluntly: "I let Guoqing give you full authority, you are now the legal representative of a little lacquer, you decide." You can, just do it. Ouyang Kaishan didn't know if he was in a good mood or if he was smoking, and finally dragged a sentence in English.

Zhong Yue said slowly: "Then I'll ...... Looks like it's done?"

"Best wishes, Mr. Zhong. ”

Zhong Yue hung up the phone, smacked his mouth, and only remembered what the problem was after half a ring, and muttered: No, I want to dump the pot, but how did I end up with the blame again?