The second day of the Lunar New Year.

Zhong Yue smudged the Youwei diagram for the first time, and after the ink dried, he applied it again, and after repeating it three times, he soaked Liangshan with thin alum water, so that the three dyes of one alum were completed.

When I went out, the pile of charcoal, which had long since lost its spark, had not been touched for a long time. Zhong Yue's branch tossed open the charcoal pile, found the roasted sweet potato with a blackened appearance, touched it with the back of his hand, there was still a trace of residual warmth, but this residual warmth was just that when his teeth touched the sweet potato, he didn't feel cold.

This is still Zhong Yue at three or four o'clock in the morning, re-lighting the fire, and waiting for the fire to be extinguished, throwing the sweet potatoes into the spark to keep warm, otherwise by noon, it would have been cold for a long time.

I think Huang Youwei's appetite will not be so big that she wants to eat. Zhong Yue took out one of them and patted it with a wooden stick on the side, and the charred skin fell down in a slump. Zhong Yue peeled it off, revealing the pale yellow sweet potato pulp, so that the white sweet potato is not very sweet, but it is soft and glutinous, and it is very good for his taste.

After eating one, he felt satisfied, but his hands were already dark, and he glanced at the two sweet potatoes in the charcoal heap, and muttered, "It seems that it will not come." ”

Immediately, he thought he was funny, Zhong Buqi, what are you expecting?

On the third day of the Lunar New Year, another alum is dyed like this.

The same is true on the fourth day of the Lunar New Year.

The last two sweet potatoes were wiped out by Zhong Yue at noon in the past two days. The charcoal fire was swept into the mud - buried.

The painting after the three alum and nine dyeing is finally completed. In the painting, the woman sits in front of the piano, and her side face is already captivating, especially the light smile, which is even more innocent. This kind of fine brush painting, few people can draw Zhong Yue's level, the yellowed paper is soaked in yellow tiller juice, and it will not be mothed for thousands of years.

Only with such a paper color can the pure white be contrasted.

The fifth day of the Lunar New Year is traditionally a day to welcome the God of Wealth.

In the early morning of this day, Zhong Yue didn't sleep well. Firecrackers rang out in unison, and in the early morning, there was another burst of firecrackers, which made people feel haggard. Zhong Yue got up, looked at the clouds and mountains outside the window after a night's pass, and muttered, "Probably really not coming." ”

He couldn't sleep last night, so he built a fire outside the courtyard and simmered a few sweet potatoes. After getting up early in the morning, seeing the charcoal fire that was intact and unused, Zhong Yue didn't feel the heartbeat of treasure hunting when he was a child, and he calmly ate two small sweet potatoes, and a Volkswagen drove into the peach forest, Zhong Yue stood up, frowned, and muttered: "After eating, you came?"

However, when he saw that the person who got out of the car was not Huang Youwei, the smile on Zhong Yue's face faded a little, it didn't seem to be that girl.

"Mr. Zhong, Mr. Zhong. ”

Zhong Yue looked at the middle-aged man in the suit with a collar and leather shoes clattering on the gravel road, and asked, "...... are you?"

"Mr. Zhong, I am Li Qiancheng, the manager of the Huizhou office, just call me Xiao Li. ”

"Manager Li, it's only the fifth day of the Lunar New Year, and the company is going to work? ”

Li Qiancheng couldn't laugh, "How can it." The company only went to work on the eighth day of the first year, but there was an unexpected thing that came to you. ”

"Emergencies? Aren't all these usually the responsibility of Mr. Guoqing?"

"Ouyang always asked me to find you. ”

When Zhong Yue heard this, Ouyang Guoqing generally didn't take care of the matter to Zhong Yue, he must have encountered some thorny problem.

Said into the house. ”

"Eh, shall I park the car on the side?" Li Qiancheng said as he saw the car stop directly in the middle of the gravel road.

Zhong Yue said directly: "No. Let's just come in and talk about it. ”

Zhong Yue poured tea for Li Qiancheng, sat on the sofa, and asked, "Is there something wrong with the old ink factory?"

"How do you know?"

Zhong Yue pondered it when he just poured the tea, Ouyang Guoqing didn't call him, he probably didn't want to affect Zhong Yue's own life because of the relationship over there, after all, when a little paint was established, the old man made it clear that Zhong Yue didn't need to worry about this.

"Tell me, who came forward to do the 'good' thing this time?"

Li Qiancheng said: "Before we entrusted the old ink factory to be responsible for the production of the [a little lacquer gold bottle] series and the [10,000 pestle] series products that were listed not long ago, after all, these two pieces rely on manual experience, but the formula has always been secret and not announced, and the deputy director of the old ink factory Huang has been making small moves on the formula. ”

"Are these people crazy? The cooperation agreement clearly says that it is commissioned production, which makes us feel like we are begging them. ”

Li Qiancheng took a sip of tea and said: "The things stipulated in the contract naturally can't be messed around with them, and Deputy Director Huang only contacted me to express this meaning after the dinner table." ”

"Well, go on. If this is the case, Zhong Yue doesn't believe that Li Qiancheng will come over to interview him, this kind of thing that is clearly stipulated in the contract, even if the deputy director Huang is capable and wants to do things, he can't afford to make a noise.

"Due to the sharp increase in the sales of our lacquer, the high-end handmade ink industry is now very dependent on the old ink factory in a short period of time. ”

Zhong Yue nodded and said with a smile: "And then they use this as a threat?"

Li Qiancheng said: "Of course not. It's just that there is a very bad news, the former ink industry leader in Z County, Cao Gongsu Ink Industry, has moved back, and it is still going to do a characteristic local industrial chain, and is in contact with Director Liu. ”

"Heh, it's really ghostly. At the beginning, I sharpened my head and moved out of Z County, thinking about leaping into the dragon gate, but now I have broken my head and bled out, and I want to come back to get a piece of the pie. ”

Li Qiancheng put down the teacup, "Mr. Guoqing said, you can do the matter of Doumo." ”

"Doumo, what Doumo?" Zhong Yue was stunned.

Cao Morong, the former chairman of Cao's enterprise and the inheritor of Huimo's intangible culture, invites you to participate in the Huimo Cultural Exchange Conference, which is located in Huizhou. Years ago, Cao and Mr. Ouyang approached and proposed to fight ink, but Mr. Ouyang refused. ”

Huimo, this is not a brand, but a logo.

The world's ink industry out of Huizhou, Cao Gongsu is the best sign of going out from Huizhou. All the ink of a little lacquer is also marked by emblem ink.

This time, Cao Morong took a salary from the bottom of the kettle, and did not hesitate to give up the hard-working Shanghai nest and return to Huizhou, his intentions are obvious. If a little paint can get the upper hand, then the wind vane of Huimo will slowly point back to the brand of Cao Gongsu.

After all, for the vast majority of people, the reputation of the quality of ink ingots is to follow the trend, and it is impossible to distinguish between good and bad. Before a little lacquer advertising, commercial sales, public relations crisis response, these are all to improve brand recognition, Cao's ink quality is not as good as before, but they have found their life.

"Old ginger is really old ginger. Zhong Yue smiled.