The second day of the Lunar New Year.

Zhong Yue moulded Youweitu for the first time, and after the ink was dry, he put on the color again. After repeating this three times, he soaked Liangshan with thin alum water, and the three dyes of one alum were completed.

When I went out, the pile of charcoal that had long been gone had not moved for a long time. Zhong Yue's branch twirled open the charcoal pile and found three sweet potatoes that were roasted to the outside. When he touched the back of his hand, there was still a trace of warmth. However, this trace of warmth was just to make the teeth touch the sweet potatoes, and it was just cold.

It was Zhong Yue who rekindled the fire at three or four o'clock in the morning, and waited for the fire to go out, throwing the sweet potatoes into the spark to keep warm, otherwise it would be cold at noon.

I think Huang Youwei's appetite is not as big as eating three. Zhong Yue took out one of them and patted it with a wooden stick beside him. The charred skin fell down. Zhong Yue peeled it open, revealing the light yellow sweet potato flesh. Such white sweet potatoes are not very sweet, but soft and fragrant, which is very similar to his taste.

After eating one, he felt filled his stomach, but his hands were already dark. He glanced at the two sweet potatoes in the charcoal pile and murmured: "It seems that they won't come."

Immediately, he thought he was funny again. What are you looking forward to? Well?!

On the third day of the Chinese New Year, another three alum dyed like this.

The same is true on the fourth day of the Lunar New Year.

The last two sweet potatoes were wiped out by Zhong Yue at noon in the next two days. The pile of charcoal fires were wiped out into the mud - buried.

The fine brushwork drawing after three alums and nine dyes was finally completed. In the painting, the woman sat in front of the piano and her side face was already fascinating, especially her smile, which was even more innocent. Few people can draw this fine brushwork method to the level of Zhong Yue. The yellowed paper is made of yellow juice and will not be eaten for thousands of years.

Only such paper color can compare pure white.

According to the convention, the fifth day of the Lunar New Year is a day to welcome the God of Wealth.

Early this morning, Zhong Yue did not sleep well. Firecrackers were ringing in every family. In the early morning, there were another sound of firecrackers, which made people feel exhausted. Zhong Yue stood up, looked at the clouds and mountains that had passed outside the window for a night, and murmured: "It's probably really not coming."

Unable to sleep last night, he set up a pile of fire outside the yard and simmered a few sweet potatoes. After getting up early in the morning, he saw the charcoal fire that was intact that no one had taken. Zhong Yue did not feel the kind of treasure-seeking feeling that he was a child. He calmly ate two small sweet potatoes. A Volkswagen drove into the peach forest. Zhong Yue stood up, frowned, and murmured: "I've finished eating, I'll come?"

However, when he saw that the person who got out of the car was not Huang Youwei, the smile on Zhong Yue's face faded. It seemed that it was not that girl.

"Mr. Zhong, Mr. Zhong."

Zhong Yue looked at the middle-aged man with his suit and leather shoes clattering on the gravel road, and asked, "You are..."

"Mr. Zhong, I am Li Qiancheng, the manager of Yiqianqian in Huizhou office. Just call me Xiao Li."

"Manager Li, it's just the fifth day of the Lunar New Year, and the company is working? So dedicated."

Li Qiancheng couldn't laugh, "How can it be? The company just started working in the eighth day of the year. It was just that there was an unexpected incident, so I came to find you."

"Unexpected incidents? Aren't these usually the responsibility of Mr. Guoqing?"

"Mr. Ouyang asked me to find you."

When Zhong Yue heard this, Ouyang Guoqing usually didn't take matters to Zhong Yue, so he must have encountered some difficult problems.

"Go into the house and say."

"Hey, I'll park the car next to you?" Li Qiancheng said as he looked at the car blocking directly in the middle of the gravel road.

Zhong Yue said directly: "No need. Just come in and talk."

Zhong Yue poured tea for Li Qiancheng, sat on the sofa, and asked, "Is there something wrong with the old Mo Factory?"

"How do you know?"

When Zhong Yue was pouring tea, he thought about it. Ouyang Guoqing didn't contact him by phone. He probably didn't want to affect Zhong Yue's own life because of the relationship there. After all, when Little Lacquer was established, the old man made it clear that Zhong Yue didn't need to worry about these.

"Tell me, who is coming forward to do the 'good' thing this time?"

Li Qiancheng said: "We entrusted Lao Mo Factory to be responsible for the production of the [Little Paint Gold Cup] series and the [10,000 Pestle] series products that were launched shortly before the New Year. After all, these two pieces rely on manual experience, but the formula has always been secretly undisclosed. Deputy Director Huang of Lao Mo Factory has been making small moves on the formula."

"Are these people crazy? The cooperation agreement clearly states that it is commissioned for production, which makes us ask them."

Li Qiancheng took a sip of tea and said, "Of course, they can't do anything randomly. Deputy Director Huang just contacted me at the dinner table and expressed this meaning."

"Well, keep talking." If this is the case alone, Zhong Yue would not believe that Li Qiancheng would come over to interview him. Even if Deputy Director Huang is very capable and wants to cause trouble, he will not be able to cause any news.

"As the sales of our little paint have increased sharply, the high-end manual ink industry is now very dependent on old ink factories for a short period of time."

Zhong Yue nodded and smiled, "Then they use this as a threat?"

Li Qiancheng said: "Of course not. There is just a very bad news. Cao Gong Su Moye, the leader of the ink industry in County Z, has moved back again. He also needs to build a special local industrial chain and is in contact with Director Liu."

"Haha, it's so lingering. I moved out of Z County with my head sharpened and thought about fish leaping at the dragon gate. Now I'm bleeding and want to come back and get a share of the pie."

Li Qiancheng put down his teacup, "Mr. Guoqing said, you can do whatever you want to do about Dou Mo."

"Dou Mo? What kind of Dou Mo?" Zhong Yue was stunned.

"Don't you know yet? Cao Morong, the former chairman of Cao's enterprise and the intangible inheritor of Huimo culture, invited you to participate in the Huimo cultural exchange meeting, which is located in Huizhou. A few years ago, Cao and Mr. Ouyang contacted Doumo, but Mr. Ouyang refused. This Huimo cultural exchange meeting is likely to be a change of soup and no medicine."

Huimo, this is not a brand, but a logo.

The world's ink industry came out of Huizhou, and Cao Gongsu was the best sign for his move from Huizhou. All ink with a little paint is also marked by Hui ink.

This time, Cao Morong cut off the firewood from the cauldron and gave up his hard-working old nest in Shanghai and turned back to Huizhou. His intention was obvious. If a little paint fell at a disadvantage, then the weather vane of Hui ink would slowly point back to the Cao Gongsu brand.

After all, for most people, the quality of ink ingots is good and bad, and they cannot distinguish between good and bad. The previous advertisements, commercial sales, and public relations crisis responses are all about improving brand recognition. Cao's ink industry's quality is much worse than before, but they found their life.
Chapter completed!