After the Mid-Autumn Festival, the gorgeous holiday arrangement, there are still two days of balance, and then in most places, it may be considered a luxury to take a day off for the Mid-Autumn Festival. When Zhong Yue came back this time, he naturally had an important thing to do. When he arrived at the Hu Wenkai Ink Factory in Z County, Zhong Yue said hello to the old man of the doorman, handed over two cigarettes, and waited at the door.

After half a ring, I saw Hu Yisuo, who had taken him to make ink, wearing the hanging bag that might not have been changed and washed for several years, and walked over leisurely.

"Master Hu. ”

"Zhong Yue, why are you back? Is it difficult to find a job outside? I just said, in our ink factory, although the work is a little harder, the salary is still good. ”

Zhong Yue handed over a cigarette, he didn't smoke it himself, and specially bought a pack for this group of old smoking guns.

"Yo, it looks like it's a good mix. Hu Yisuo glanced at the pack of Huaxia in Zhong Yue's hand, this cigarette, you can get sixty or seventy-one packs.

Zhong Yue said: "How is the business of the ink factory?"

"It's still like this, half-dead. ”

"Master Hu, you are well-informed, I came this time mainly to ask you something, about the ink ingot formula. ”

Lao Hu just lit a cigarette, raised his eyebrows, remembered that Zhong Yue had asked about the ink side in a half-word manner, and put on a little snack, "If you want to play the formula of the ink factory, I advise you to die of this heart, I don't know this thing." Even if those few people who know about it have signed a confidentiality agreement, if it is revealed, it is estimated that they will have to be arrested. ”

"Where do you want to go, I just want to ask you, if the ink ingot ingredients, if mixed with musk and broken gold, is it reliable?"

"Musk and gold, Zhong Yue, are you crazy? How expensive are ink ingots, do you know how expensive a gram of musk and a gram of gold are?"

When Zhong Yue heard Master Hu's tone, he felt that it was indeed a little unreliable. The [10,000 Pestles] ancient ink recipe he got last night, Zhong Yue thought about it, and first asked Zhang Laifu, but Lao Zhang was not an expert, so he asked Zhong Yue to come to the ink factory to ask these ink-making masters to see if there was such a precedent.

"Doesn't seem to be working......"

Hu Yisuo looked at Zhong Yue with a somewhat lost look, and said: "You, don't toss about any ancient ink recipes, this kind of ink recipe is not something you can make in a few days and months alone, some are a family, several generations, constantly developing, trying, and more than ten years or even decades before the recipe is settled, if you can make it out at once, now those secret recipes in the ink factory will not be so expensive." ”

Zhong Yue was still a little unwilling, and asked, "Can I ask a few masters in the factory?"

Seeing Zhong Yue's unrelenting appearance, Hu Yisuo said, "Okay, since you want to ask, I'll take you over, and I don't know if they are willing to tell you or not." ”

"Good. ”

The old ink factory has been like a day for 20 years, and the factories inside are gray and white, and there are tung oil drums made of iron hoops stacked at the door. Hu Yisuo asked as he walked: "Why do you always think about this ink square, do you really get any old ink square?"

"I'd better ask the master first, and then I'll tell you other things. ”

"Gotcha. Hu Yisuo saw that Zhong Yue's mouth was so tight, and he understood that he couldn't ask why, so he took him to the workshop where he repaired ink in the board room.

The ancient method of drying in the shade for a long time, after a month of ink drying, after a little finalization, there will be this process, that is, the edges and corners of the ink are neatly repaired, and now Zhong Yue has [Intermediate Ink Refining Technique] and [Intermediate Pen Making Technique], not to mention a generation of famous craftsmen, at least with these masters with decades of experience, it can be regarded as an equal.

Ink refining is a physical work, and the masters of these ink factories are old, so they will not be in the workshop of Zhong Yue's ink chiseling troupe, but will go to this workshop to do some fine handiwork.

"Old Master Zhao. ”

"What is the matter?" It wasn't long after Bai Lu was exposed, and the old man looked like a big winter, with a top hat, reading glasses framed on the tip of his nose, and the carving knife in his hand was wrapped in rags for several layers, dirty. In the ink-making workshop, no one was clean and decent. Craftsmen can only improve their craftsmanship if they suffer hard.

"There is a young student here, who came to the ink factory for an internship before, and wanted to ask you something, so I brought it to you. ”

Zhong Yue smiled kindly at the old man, "Hello Master Zhao. ”

"What's the matter?"

"I want to ask, there are musk and broken gold in the Mofang, and it is not reliable. ”

The old man took off his reading glasses, glanced at Hu Yisuo, and held the shelf of reading glasses in his hand, "Why are you asking this?"

"There's a recipe in my hand, and I can't figure out these two things. First, musk is expensive, although I understand that as a spice, this musk is top-notch, but no matter how good the ink ingot, if it is not an antique, even if it is a handicraft, the price cannot be too high, and there is this broken gold, the metal hurts the inkstone, how can it be mixed into the ink ingot? Or to grind it into gold powder, but even if it is gold dust, it also hurts the inkstone. ”

The old man looked at Zhong Yue with a serious look on his face, and said with a smile: "Who told you that broken gold is gold dust?"

"Huh, isn't it?"

"Broken gold, it's yellow chrysanthemum. ”

"Chrysanthemum?"

"That's right, when you think about the spices used in the ink cube, some are Chinese herbs, some are some petals, as for the musk you mentioned, in the past, it was only an ingredient that would be used in the ink ingots customized by dignitaries, but now it is impossible for you to find those wild musks, as for artificial musk, the price is not particularly outrageous, a few dollars a gram, this is generally used in the ink cube. ”

After listening to what the old man said, Zhong Yue felt that this ancient recipe was a bit reliable, at least the two problems of price cost and hurt inkstone did not exist.

"Master Hu, is Director Liu here?"

"Director Liu, here, what are you looking for him?"

Master Zhao, who was sitting on the high chair, stood up, looked like he knew everything, and untied the hanging bag on his body, "What's the matter, it's not clear? ”

The old man is well versed in the world, this kid first asked about musk and broken gold, he must have felt that the ancient recipe in his hand was a little unreliable, so he was worried that the conversation would not go well, and then he listened to his explanation, his face was obviously relieved, and he also proposed to see the factory director, Bacheng was here to sell the ancient recipe.

"What's your name?"

"Zhong Yue. Zhong Yue followed behind Old Man Zhao and walked towards the second-floor bungalow behind him that looked slightly new.

The old man put his hands on his back and said, "Zhong Yue, yes, but I advise you not to open your mouth." ”

"What?"

The old man said: "The Mofang thing is also good and bad, not only depends on the formula, but the craftsmanship is still the key, so the price will not be too high." If you sell us the ink factory, it can be regarded as insurance, if some unscrupulous private enterprises are concerned, they may eat you to the bone. ”

Zhong Yue understood, this was treating him as a seller.

"You wait here, I'll talk to the factory director. ”

Before Zhong Yue could explain, Master Zhao entered the office, waited for a while, and then came out and said, "Since you and Director Liu knew each other before, then I won't introduce it, you can talk to him yourself." ”

"Okay, that's for your trouble. Zhong Yue handed the old man a pack of cigarettes that had not yet been opened.

"Hehe, the little offspring is sensible. The old man put the cigarette into the watch pocket on his chest, lowered his voice and said: "If you open a 35,000 yuan, Director Liu can call the shots, don't be stupid and sell it for 3,000 yuan." ”

The old man patted Zhong Yue twice on the shoulder, and then went downstairs. Zhong Yue shook his head, crying and laughing, he didn't come to sell!

Zhong Yue walked into the office and saw Liu Yongxin pouring tea.

"Director Liu. ”

"Yo, Zhong Yue. Long time no see, sit. ”

Zhong Yue sat on the rusty chair and said, "Director Liu, I'm here to ...... this time."

"I understand. Liu Yongxin looked like he knew everything, and handed the porcelain cup to Zhong Yue, "Is Lao Zhang's body okay lately?"

"Yes, that's good. ”

Liu Yongxin talked about it and talked about it, which made Zhong Yue a little confused, so he almost recognized Zhong Yue as his godson.

"Ah Yue, ......"

"Director Liu, I'm here this time to ......"

"I understand, it's selling Mexico. You see, now the ink industry is sluggish, this output is not as good as a day, you see this, first take the ink side, try to produce one or two batches, if the sales are good, we will receive, otherwise...... I really can't help it, I also broke the precedent for the sake of your master's face, otherwise I wouldn't dare to accept an ink cube like you who came from an unclear source. ”

Liu Yongxin looked like he had eaten Zhong Yue, picked up the porcelain cup, and blew the tea leaves on it.

Zhong Yue said: "Director Liu, I'm not here to sell Mofang. ”

"Oh, what are you looking for me to do?"

"I'd like to talk to you about whether this ink factory can be acquired. ”

Hiss.

Ahem!

The hot tea in the porcelain cup almost spilled on Liu Yongxin's pants, he quickly put down the porcelain cup, wiped the paper towel, and said with a smile: "Acquisition? Zhong Yue, are you joking with me? Who will buy?"

"Me. ”

"Haha, you must be here to sell the Mofang today, I guess you made up a purchase to fool me, let me tell you, this Mofang, three thousand yuan, if it can be put into production, don't talk to me about anything else. ”

Zhong Yue understood that it would be unbelievable, and put a prepared document in front of Liu Yongxin, "If you look at this, you will know if I am talking nonsense." ”

Liu Yongxin narrowed his eyes and looked at the document handed over by Zhong Yue.

"Three hundred million?

Zhong Yue said: "Now, can we talk about acquisitions?"

Liu Yongxin sat up straight, "It seems that Ah Fu came to find a relationship for you before, and you came here to find out the bottom of it." But I advise you to give up. ”

"What do you mean?"

"This ink factory is impossible to buy. ”

Zhong Yue said lightly, "Why?"

"This factory is not mine, local enterprises, if you want to buy it, you can talk to the county. ”

“……”

Looking for the county? Go crazy and talk to the county!