The following is a shocking news in the cultural circle. Cao Gongsu, a well-known Huizhou ink company, recently returned to Huizhou and competed with a new ink industry, a paint company. Huimo Inheritance ......"

Ouyang Kaishan turned down the volume of the TV and rubbed his eyes. This is not a live broadcast, but a local station of Huizhou Satellite TV three hours ago, if it wasn't for Ouyang Guoqing's special transfer, he wouldn't have paid attention to this kind of local small channel at all.

"Songyanmo's prescription, have you sent it to Huizhou?"

Ouyang Guoqing said solemnly: "Three days." Even if Cao Gongsu can be compared to Cao Gongsu in the formula, it is impossible to complete the ink making in three days. It's too late for wet drying. ”

"Cao Morong's appearance is really a bit ugly. Ouyang Kaishan took a sip of tea, shook his head and sighed.

"Do you want to agree to the Cao family?"

"You mean the five percent stake before?" Ouyang Kaishan raised his eyebrows majestically, but Ouyang Guoqing immediately knew that he had said the wrong thing.

Ouyang Kaishan sighed and said, "This time, Zhong Yue is afraid that he will be on his heels. What I was looking for at the beginning was a little lacquer, which was high-grade lacquer smoke ink. In Songyanmo, no one can compete with the Cao family's heritage, and this time the enemy is light. ”

"Then what do you have to order?" In front of Ouyang Kaishan, Ouyang Guoqing was like a trembling elementary school student, and he didn't dare to make any rudeness.

"You call Cao Morong. ”

Ouyang Guoqing took the old-fashioned turntable phone on the table, followed the address book on the phone, and pressed the speakerphone button.

"Brother Ouyang. ”

"Brother Cao, long time no see. ”

"Brother Ouyang is far away in Shanghai, Happy New Year, Brother is in Huizhou to give you a good old age. ”

Ouyang Kaishan looked at the glimmer under the lamp, and his fingers touched the crutches. This crutch made of Nanhong has long been oily and shiny, "Brother, I thought about what I said before. ”

"Oh, be careful, brother. Oh, this man is old and has a bad memory. ”

"It's about a little bit of lacquer acquisition. ”

Cao Morong smiled and said: "Is there such a thing as acquisition? No, Xilan, have you sent a letter to ask Mr. Zhong in Shanghai?"

Cao Xilan's chuckle came from the phone, "It seems that we have never been in contact with Mr. Zhong." ”

"Tut-tut, brother, listen, I don't remember, what's the matter?

The two old foxes were pretending to be confused.

"It's okay, I'm just here to discuss with my brother on behalf of the juniors. ”

"In this way, Xilan, come over and talk to your Grandpa Ouyang about the acquisition. Brother, you see, I don't care about things anymore, unlike you, brother, who are so old and have to do everything yourself. Don't worry, you have a word about the acquisition, as for the price, how much do you say, Xilan, do you understand?"

Ouyang Kaishan smiled: "No need. I'm just kidding. ”

"Hey, brother, how do you have ...... Haha, brother, you are really humorous. ”

"That's it for today, I'll go back to Shanghai another day, and I'll have tea. ”

"Okay, good, goodbye, old brother. ”

Honk.

Honk.

Honk.

The phone is stuck in a busy tone.

"Damn old thing!" Ouyang Guoqing said angrily.

Ouyang Kaishan pressed the hands-free button and said lightly: "A person like Cao Morong, once he sees the opponent's fatal wound, do you think he will make peace with you again?"

"Then you ......"

"Since you can't negotiate peace, let's help Zhong Yue do a little trick. I hope I won't be doing it ...... fake" Ouyang Kaishan stood up with a cane and slowly walked towards the outside of the study.

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Zhang Laifu smoked a cigarette and listened to many people from the township, talking about Zhong Yue's search for someone to fight ink.

"Hey, I said Uncle Laifu, is this Ah Yue, or is this Zhong Yue not the Zhong Yue of our village?"

Zhang Laifu took a puff of his cigarette, "Don't make it." ”

"Eh, Uncle Laifu, you are Ah Yue's master, this will not be clear, tell me, isn't it?

Zhang Laifu smiled, "A few days ago, I said that I would donate a library to the primary school." Zhang Laifu knew that he couldn't hide this matter for a long time, and besides, this was originally a thing worth showing off, so he did it secretly.

"He's the one who fights ink?"

"Then I don't know. But Zhong Yue himself is measured, so don't be foolish. ”

"Hey, we're worried. I heard the people in the county say, that Cao or something, it's an old brand a hundred years ago. We are all afraid that Zhong Yue will be young and vigorous and cause trouble. ”

When Zhang Laifu heard the worries of the villagers, he felt the seriousness of the matter and asked, "I haven't even figured out anything yet." You and I have to think about it carefully, what did Zhong Yue do?"

The villagers told Zhang Laifu everything about it, and when he heard it, Lao Zhang's brows became more and more heavy.

Outside, Wang Dashan's car also came, and when he entered the door, he shouted: "Uncle Laifu, what about Zhong Yue and the others? Why is there no one at home? But I'm in a hurry! This stupid boy, how can you do such a thing?"

Hearing Wang Dashan's voice, the villagers finally verified the protagonist of the matter on Zhong Yue, it was indeed the Zhong Yue in their impression!

"How's that to be?"

Zhang Laifu was silent, "The best thing we can do now is not to disturb him." It's a blessing or a curse, and it's a disaster that can't be avoided. ”

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The outside world thought that there was a lot of discussion about this ink fight, but Zhong Yue was immersed in his own research.

In the ancient way of making cigarettes, you need to first drain the gum fragrance of pine wood, which is the so-called rosin. This is not difficult, as long as a small hole is drilled in the root of the pine, put an oil lamp, the rosin will slowly flow out of this small hole, but this is the ancient method, now take pine smoke, due to the lack of raw materials, the connecting branches are burned together, the flow of rosin is bound to cause residue, the impact on the ink quality is very large.

The hundred-year-old dry pine in the mall, the price is very low, a hundred achievement points are enough, for Zhong Yue, refining ink in the system is simply economical and cost-effective.

There are three or six types of smoke, and if you put pine wood in a kiln, it will produce smoke if it is not completely burned. For Zhong Yue, in fact, the quality of pine smoke is actually a matter of the size and thickness of the carbon particles. After the charcoal fire is burned out, take the farthest place, and scrape off the carbon black, which is the best raw material for making pine smoke.

"One pound of pine smoke, three taels of pearls, one tael of jade shavings and borneol, and 100,000 pestles with raw lacquer. ”

This time, Zhong Yue wants to make Huimo, back to the basics, in terms of raw materials, it is even simpler to only five kinds, but for the process requirements, it is more stringent. If it is not refined in the penmanship system, it will not be possible for one person to complete the production. As Master Hu said, ink making, it is a team thing.

Now, Zhong Yue, who is a [Senior Ink Master], can produce 100 ink ingots per day in the system, which is still too small for the entire market demand, but it is more than enough for the upcoming Dou Mo.

He took the semi-finished product that had not yet been repaired after the demolding, and a satisfied luster flashed in his eyes, "Let's call it a bell." ”

The ink ingot was turned over, and the quaint seal inscription was impressive on it - a little lacquer method.