With this bow, Zhong Yue was grateful to these people who could come to pay attention to Huimo.

If no one pays attention to Huimo, it means that this ancient heritage can be shelved, because without the audience's stationery, it will lose its own value.

"Mr. Zhong, we should thank you. ”

"If it weren't for you, we wouldn't know if Huimo was still inherited. ”

Zhong Yue walked into the exhibition hall with firm steps, and there were already many people gathered inside. This time, the expert group are all well-known ink-making celebrities in Huizhou.

"Mr. Zhong, do you have any other comments on Doumo?"

Zhong Yue glanced at it, and said with a solemn gaze: "I ask to invite the masters of the old ink factory to attend." ”

Already sitting in the expert seat, the experts in straight suits suddenly changed their faces.

"Mr. Zhong, you ....... What do you mean by that?"

"Since it is a fight for ink, it is natural that ink makers who are really struggling on the front line need to participate in the judgment. Zhong Yue straightened his waist and said very seriously.

Presiding over the fight is the president of the Huimo Association and one of the heirs of Hu Kaiwen's intangible cultural heritage.

"Mr. Zhong, what are you...... It's so sudden. And it's not suitable!"

The master of the old ink factory, if you talk about craftsmanship, is definitely the best in Huizhou, but in terms of identity, these people in the Huimo Association are not of the same grade, what kind of system?

Cao Morong smiled: "I agree with Mr. Zhong's opinion. Only those who really make ink in the ink factory have the most profound understanding of ink. ”

Hearing that Cao Morong also agreed, the people sitting in the judging team were a little embarrassed. In these words, how can it sound like they are swollen and fat?

Seven or eight more places were added to the judging team, and the masters of the old ink factory came out from one side and were a little flattered to see so many people gathered.

The old man who walked in the front was a little cramped, rubbing his hands that could never be cleaned. The black hands, as if seeping into the blood, no matter how you wash it, you can't wash it off, before coming here today, he also used sawdust and laundry detergent, rubbed it more than ten times.

The master of the ink factory wearing a jacket, tunic, or overalls sat on one side of the judges' seat, in stark contrast to the experts in suits and collars on the side, but when they saw this contrast, they spontaneously applauded who was not aware of who was leading the way.

Before Dou Mo was written, many people were moved by this scene.

It's like that, that's what it's all about.

Huimo is never a shelved work of art, it should be in the world. Since we are in the world, we should not have a sense of distance from the people. Lao Hu glanced at Zhong Yue gratefully, and when they began to hear that the people who were sent to pick them up and drop them off said that they were going to be invited to be judges, they all thought it was a fraud gang, and then they confirmed it again and again, so they came over.

It may have only taken half an hour to walk from the ink room to the cultural center, but for them, this may be the most glorious day of their lives!

It's not a matter of money, it's a kind of dignity as an inkmaker!

Cao Xilan approached and asked, "Grandpa, aren't you afraid that these people will be bought?"

"With absolute strength, Xilan, you have to understand what demeanor is. ”

"Hmm. ”

The president of the Hui Ink Association, after confirming whether the two sides are in place, shouted: "Please put the ink products on their respective booths, the ink requirements are as follows, there must be a code or inscription, to prove that the ink is produced by the manufacturers of both parties, and it is not allowed to steal or borrow ink from other factories. Representatives of both parties can promise whether the ink products in this competition are qualified?

Cao Morong naturally didn't go over, Zhong Yue is a junior after all, at his age, he may have asked him to come in person when he fished before, and this opportunity to get nine out of ten is naturally left to his grandson.

Cao Xilan nodded and said, "Qualified." ”

"Qualified. Zhong Yue opened the leather case.

The president of the Huimo Association continued to read according to the content on the paper: "This time, the category of ink is loose ink. With the four aspects of ink color, ink sound, ink quality and ink fragrance as the scoring rules, each judge must judge the winner and loser in a fair manner. ”

In fact, this last sentence is a burden. The quality of ink is the best for two kinds of people. One is the person who uses ink, and the other is the person who makes ink. They are all experts in making ink with ink, how about ink, get started - a look, a flick, a grind to know what the quality of the ink is.

"In order to better promote the Huimo culture this time, the whole city will be recorded and broadcast by camera. Visitors to the cultural center can also see the live scene on the major screens. Now, I would like to invite the representative of Cao Gongsu to introduce the ink products of this bucket ink. ”

Cao Xilan wore gloves, opened the ink in the carton one by one, and smiled confidently: "The ink products of this bucket ink are the top ink products that our Cao Gongsu has never put on the shelves for sale. Due to the scarcity of Honka and the shortage of raw materials, this ink, if you sell one ingot, you will lose one ingot in stock. ”

Some Tibetan friends in the ink world may not be able to see clearly when they stand at the scene of Doumo, but those Tibetan friends who can only stand in front of the big screen because they can't occupy any good angles can't help but be a little stunned when they see the somewhat familiar box.

"Is it ......?"

Cao Xilan's voice became louder, and she said confidently: "Yes, it is the ink product that our Cao Gongsu gave to Emperor Qianlong back then-Purple Light Jade!"

"Is it really purple jade?"

"Oh my God, I wonder if this ink has been out of production for decades?"

"It is rumored that during the Republic of China, the price of this ink had already reached 2,000 yuan. ”

"Two thousand, that's not worth much......

An old man who understood the market looked at him with a stunned face, and said: "Two thousand yuan heads, roughly equivalent to our seventy or eighty thousand! One penny of ink, seventy or eighty thousand, you yourself total, how amazing this price is." ”

"It's over, Zhong Yue is going to lose. ”

"Really, how could Mr. Zhong lose?"

Some knowledgeable Tibetan friends in the ink world shook their heads and sighed: "Purple jade, this is the top product in pine ink, it is already a work of art!"

Zhong Yue was also a little surprised. It is actually a famous product among Cao Gongsu - purple jade. This pine ink, as early as the Republic of China has been discontinued, it is said that the technique was lost in the war years, and then after several twists and turns, the Cao family was divided into several branches, but in the end failed to restore the ink of this imperial gift, I did not expect that in this 21st century ink fight, it will see the light of day again.

From this, it is not difficult for Zhong Yue to guess Cao Morong's scheming.

In this big battle, Cao Morong is nine out of ten, and on the other hand, Zhong Yue, in the eyes of others, has already been sentenced to death!