Zhong Yue took the painting, not knowing whether to be happy or disappointed and walked to the old ink factory.

Huang Youwei went abroad, remembering the conversation under the stars that night, maybe Huang Youwei said that she was also going to find the life she wanted. Zhong Yue should be happy for her, people just have to have pursuits, Zhong Yue is forging ahead in the way of calligraphy and painting, with his own pursuit, when he sees this girl who is born to die, to pursue the meaning of her life, there is a sudden relief.

He walked all the way, thinking all the way.

No matter what you hear, what you see, what you do, who you are with, there is a peace and joy that overflows from the depths of your soul without regret or shame, and that is the value of life that everyone wants to pursue.

The Lantern Festival is about to pass, and the shops on the old streets of Z County are closed early, although the taste of the New Year is lighter than before the eighth day of the new year, but they are still enjoying themselves in the leisure at the end of the year, so instead of doing a few good start business, it is better to go home early. Zhong Yue walked to the old ink factory, and the old man before the doorman was gone, but a young security guard came.

Zhong Yue was about to go in, but was stopped by the security guards.

"Who are you?"

"I'm looking for Director Liu. ”

"Director Liu? There is no Director Liu here. ”

Zhong Yue frowned and said, "There is no Director Liu?" ”

The security guard said: "Retired, now there is only Huang Jiayi Huang Factory Director." ”

"Then I'll talk to Director Huang. ”

The security guard smiled, "Do you have any notice of the visitor? If not, let's go." ”

Zhong Yue said with some amusement: "The old ink factory is our company's partner. ”

"I'll call and ask. The security guard closed the iron gate, went into the communication room and made a call, and then came out and said, "Please give me your ID card, and I will return it to you when I come out later." ”

Zhong Yue looked at the security guard with a serious face, handed him his ID card, and exchanged it for a tag, and when he saw that there was still a VIP pass written on it, he couldn't help but smile a little angrily.

The old ink factory, to say that it is a factory, is a factory, but to put it ugly, that is, a workshop with less than 100 people, it really looks too much like itself.

Zhong Yue naturally won't go to that Director Huang, I heard Li Qiancheng say before, this Director Huang has always wanted a little paint formula, it is obviously a thing to eat inside and out, this time, Zhong Yue originally wanted to talk to Director Liu, but now it seems that there is no need for this, personnel changes, it seems that the cooperation with the old ink factory, there must be a problem.

He walked straight to the inkroom.

He'd been here many times, and he'd been familiar with it for a long time. Originally, the cooperative relationship with the old ink factory should be further deepened, Zhong Yue is not a businessman who only wants to make profits, but also wants to pass on this craft, and he can't do it by his efforts alone.

When he walked into the ink room, it seemed that Lao Hu, who had taken him at the beginning, had been holding a hammer and pestle for decades, so he walked over and said, "Master Hu." ”

"Zhong Yue, no, Boss Zhong. ”

"What boss, I'm just an idle person, come and see everyone. ”

These people in the ink room are all over fifty years old, and they are the last workers in the old ink factory, Zhong Yue vaguely saw two young people from the corner and asked, "Aren't there any young people coming to study?"

"Lao Huang came to power and drove away the group of young people sent by your factory to study. ”

"This old Huang is really eating things inside and out. How long has it been since we had young apprentices in our old ink factory, and finally a batch of them came, but they were actually driven away by their own people, alas, it is ridiculous. ”

Zhong Yue asked, "What does he want to do?"

"What else can I do, Lao Liu should have done a good job, this grandson has done something hurtful, and now Lao Liu has been forcibly dismissed, he picked up chicken feathers as an arrow, and resigned the long roots of the guard, if it weren't for our old bones and still being useful, he probably even wanted to quit us." ”

Zhong Yue said, "Did someone from the Cao family do it?"

Master Hu nodded and said, "Eighty percent yes." Recently, it has been rumored that the Cao family moved back from Shanghai, and wanted to buy the old ink factory and build a new characteristic Hui ink industry in Huizhou, Lao Liu did not agree at the beginning, and now it has only been a year, and he has become Huang Kang as the factory director. ”

"Master Hu, although I also stayed in the old ink factory before, but after all, after the cooperation, I came to contact me on behalf of a little paint, so now I have an idea, I don't know if to talk about it?"

"Say, since the raw materials of your factory have been broken, and now the things we are producing after the New Year are the inferior materials before, you must know that the ink ingots produced in our factory before were only two yuan and five cents, and you can tell us what profit we have. The raw materials you sent, we are responsible for processing, Lao Liu also gave dividends, last year we all earned more money than in the past two years, alas, it hurts people. ”

"He's fed all by himself, and now we're all starving. ”

Zhong Yue looked at several masters in the ink room and complained, and said, "I don't know if everyone is willing to come to our company, and hire everyone to guide the ink workers in our factory with a high salary." ”

Although this kind of digging up the foot of the wall is not kind, Zhong Yue simply said his inner thoughts when he heard these masters sighing one by one. Indeed, the most convenient way to solve this matter is to poach all the masters in the old ink factory, leaving Cao Morong with an empty shell old ink factory.

Master Hu smiled: "You can afford us." ”

Zhong Yue was stunned. Could it be that these masters are also going to sit on the ground and raise prices?

Seeing Zhong Yue's bewildered look, the dozen or so people also laughed, "Okay, just kidding you." We old people have worked in this old factory all our lives. People grind ink, ink grinds people. We are all fifty or sixty years old, Zhong Yue, how many days are left? We talk about wages, but what we are most worried about is that this craft will not be inherited. Let's make ink, it can't be a solo flight, it's a group, so we have our own concerns, we've been through the vicissitudes of life for so many years, and we all know the roots, old guys, if you really dig us up, you won't go. ”

"Yes, Lao Huang became the director of the factory, and he also knew that we, like us, would not go anywhere except the old ink factory, so he firmly engaged in his plan to get promoted and make a fortune, but he forgot that being an ink man is the truth. ”

Zhong Yue was touched again, this ingenuity is worthy of admiration!

This perseverance is worth guarding him!

"Zhong Yue, we are all old, the value of Hui Mo, you young people can dig it, then you go to it, there were people who did what Tao Bao before, now Hui Mo is not necessary, and the process is so cumbersome, it is not cost-effective to make up the sales according to the laws of the market. We just want to focus on making the most reliable quality ink. ”

Zhong Yue bowed deeply to the group of craftsmen whose hands were so black that they could never be washed off, but their hearts were cleaner than anyone else.

"The ink is not decaying, the ingenuity is eternal!"