The masters in the ink shop all felt that Zhong Yue, a little offspring like Zhong Yue who had never suffered hardship, insisted on three days the most, but they didn't expect that a week had passed, and they hadn't said a word of bitterness, which made them feel the tenacity of this little offspring.

In a snack in the county seat, several people were eating lunch. Zhong Yue also changed into an inferior short-sleeved shirt of fifty yuan and three pieces from the stall, where to mix it up, he has to integrate into that circle, if he dresses cleanly, he is afraid of this dirty and tired, these masters are willing to hand over the real skills to him?

Master Hu was eating and asked, "Xiao Yue, did you tell Director Liu about making ink with your own formula?"

"I mentioned it, but Director Liu didn't seem to be very happy. ”

Lao Hu sandwiched a chopstick cabbage, sat under the electric fan and devoured it, "Don't be too surprised, Lao Liu, that person, does things with one board and one eye, although you change the way to make your own materials, but he thinks that you dig the corner of the collective wall, occupy the equipment and manpower in the factory, and are all old ideas." ”

"So what do you say?"

Lao Hu glanced at Zhong Yue, "Do you really want to refine ink?"

"yes. ”

Lao Hu wiped the rice grains from the corner of his mouth, "Before, our factory wanted to introduce a set of assembly lines, but later because the cost was too great, we gave up." You get it, and it's ready to go into production. ”

Zhong Yue was eating duck legs and almost choked, "Ahem, doesn't that set of equipment cost 1.8 million? Master Hu, you really look up to me." ”

Master Hu bared his yellow teeth, took out a cigarette after meal, and smoked leisurely, "That's a complete set of assembly lines, I heard Lao Liu say that it is semi-automatic, how can we do it if we are uneducated? But I followed him to see the equipment, you, don't go to the whole set, just buy the machine that takes the fume, and the rest is still manual." ”

Zhong Yue remembered that the ink factory still used the ancient iron pot to get ink, and if he really wanted to do it, he could not buy the equipment, so he said: "I'd better think about it myself." Zhong Yue thought about it, and planned to use the original recipe of the old ink factory, which was not like the method used to make primary brushes before.

It can be regarded as practice, or the kind that does not have much wages, Zhong Yue basically stayed in the ink factory for half a day, and in the hot afternoon, he changed into clean clothes and prepared to buy materials for ink smelting.

Zhong Yue listed all the things that looked like traditional Chinese medicine in the ink formula, some of which he had never seen before, and he didn't know what kind of ones he should belong to, and he also added them to the purchase list one by one.

The traditional Chinese medicine store in the county still continues the kind of large medicine cabinet in ancient times, and when you look at the past, the small drawers at the mouth occupy the entire wall cabinet.

"Young man, do you want to buy medicine?"

"Look at the stuff up there, if you sell it here. Zhong Yue took out the purchase order from his school bag.

The boss in the pharmacy glanced at Zhong Yue's purchase order, and immediately frowned, "Things are a little miscellaneous, your hundreds of ingredients are not for eating, right?"

"Yes. ”

Whoever is idle will eat these things.

The boss folded the paper and handed it back to Zhong Yue, "You things, I dare to say, in the entire county, even if you break your leg, you can't buy half of them." ”

"Why?"

The owner of the pharmacy couldn't help but laugh, "There are some things that people don't eat at all." Tell me, which pharmacy sells this kind of thing? I guess you're a recipe for these things, right?"

"yes. ”

"Then don't think about it. ”

"Why?"

The boss said with a smile: "The amount of things on this is small, no one sells it at all, and there are only those traders who specialize in purchasing medicinal materials, and there may be supply channels on hand, if you want to buy these, unless it is a large quantity, you can't buy it at all." ”

"That's right. Zhong Yue walked out of the pharmacy with some disappointment, it seemed that it was still a little difficult to copy this ancient ink recipe.

Just when he was a little lost, the phone rang suddenly.

"Hey, hello, who's that?"

"I, Huang Youwei. ”

Zhong Yue was stunned, "How can you have my phone?"

"Youth Palace, I have retrieved some information. ”

Zhong Yue was speechless, do these staff members still have discipline now? casually exposed all the customer information.

"What's the matter?"

"I guess we can meet, how about we?"

"I have something to do now, I'm in Z County, and it's inconvenient to go to the city. ”

Huang Youwei's voice was a little flat, "That's just right, I don't have to go to the city to find you." Uejima Coffee in the prefecture, see you at 3 p.m. ”

Zhong Yue was not allowed to shirk, and the phone had already hung up.

"I'll go, who is this? Zhong Yue wordlessly stuffed the phone into his pocket. Huang Sanli's granddaughter is amazing, Lao Tzu is still a descendant of Zhong Xuan!

Shangdao coffee in a small county town can be regarded as a place with some style.

Zhong Yue walked into the coffee shop and saw Huang Youwei sitting in the corner, so he walked over and asked, "Is there something?"

"Why are your hands so black?"

Zhong Yue glanced at his hands that were about to wash off the skin, "The ink, it is estimated that it will take a long time to wash off, and I will say something quickly." ”

"Do you sell your work?"

"What work?"

Huang Youwei put down the lemonade in her hand, "It's the preliminary work of the city college students." ”

Zhong Yue took a sip of the coffee that was served, thinking that Huang Youwei had something important, so he asked, "You want to buy it?"

"It's not that I want it, but Sister Zhou wants it. ”

Zhong Yue raised his eyebrows, "Zhou Qingyu?"

He suddenly realized that it was Huang Youwei who was the matchmaker in the middle, no wonder Zhou Qingyu would forward his work.

"Yes, this work of yours has attracted a lot of attention, so Sister Zhou plans to use it as an album cover and wants to buy it. ”

"I'm afraid it won't work. ”

"Why?"

"The text of this work is Xi Rong's modern poem, and if it is used for commercial purposes, I am afraid it will cause unnecessary trouble. ”

Huang Youwei said: "The poet has already been contacted, as long as you agree, there will be no disputes." ”

"Why?"

"Sister Zhou and Xi Rong are good friends and have already negotiated. ”

Zhong Yue asked, "Then it should be that she came to me to negotiate the price, right?

Huang Youwei put down the lemonade in her hand, "Sister Zhou is a big star, do you think it's appropriate to come over and talk about the price of your work?"

Zhong Yue got up and smiled: "If it's so insincere, then I refuse." ”

"Do you know how much money this is?"

"How big can it be?"

Huang Youwei said lightly: "There should be a few thousand." ”

"Oh, that's a lot. Zhong Yue left directly, "If you want to talk, let Zhou Qingyu talk about it himself." My work is not a street commodity, I just sell it. ”

Huang Youwei looked at the departing figure outside the window and frowned, "Who gave him the courage?"