"Young Master, the target has come out of the community."

"Come on. Also investigate who he is going to meet and meet. He must hand it over to me before Monday."

...

"Young Master, I've got on the bus."

"Bus? Follow."

...

After Zhong Yue came out of the Gu family, he brought the leather box to Dexuanzhai.

Pang Jun had some goods left here before, but when the goods were supplied later, they had already replaced the cannons.

"Zhong Yue!"

"Brother Pang, don't be fine."

When Pang Jun saw Zhong Yue who had completely changed his appearance, he said, "Dear guest, please sit down."

"Don't do that."

"Haha, boy, you really have it. It's only been a long time. In just half a year, it's been awesome. It's no wonder that I didn't work with me at the beginning."

Zhong Yue put the leather box on the table, "Reminiscing the past, I will take care of your business later."

"You have taken care of my shop a lot. It's really hard to say that the ink you made. No wonder I heard that Cao Gongsu was going to return to Huizhou recently. Brother Moye was not at a safe place. He came to find a place to have a tea."

Zhong Yue smiled and said, "If you want to find a place, you should fight hard in Shanghai. Cao's family is already at a disadvantage when they return to Huizhou."

"Awesome. Use tea instead of wine, and I'm toasting you."

"Zhong Yue, I heard from several seniors in the industry that you have closed the pen? Why, I really don't write it anymore?"

Zhong Yue opened the leather box and said, "For the time being, as for when to pick up the pen, I have to wait for the opportunity. I'm here to find Brother Pang, you to frame a painting. There are not many reliable hand-framed places in Huizhou now."

"I'm not talking nonsense. I'm taking on hand-mounting work here. It saves time and effort with machine mounting. The key is that this craft is too demanding. I can't learn it after one or two years of apprenticeship. People nowadays are very impetuous."

While taking out the paper tube for painting, Zhong Yue asked, "Brother Pang, you and I are old friends, and I have never asked you. What is the advantage of this manual mounting over machine mounting? I see that those mounting machines are also very smooth and smooth."

Pang Jun smiled and said, "You know one thing but not the other. Of course, it is framed by hand. This handmade paper is thickened and paste is used to bond. It can be repeatedly untied and mounted without hurting the heart of the painting. However, this machine is mounted with industrial paper and glue. Once the film and the heart of the painting are glued, it is difficult to remove it. In the jargon, it is too much. If a person who knows some tricks values ​​the work, he will use hand-mounted."

"Then can't the machine use rice paper and paste?"

Pang Jun smiled and said, "What are you doing, you layman? Oh, I'm happy that the machine really needs to replace handcrafts completely. How much is the price of manual mounting? Each square foot is worth more than 200 yuan. Think about it, what am I going to do? Let me see what masterpiece is going to be installed this time?"

Zhong Yue had already rolled up the newspaper and handed the painting about two square feet to Pang Jun.

"Oh, this is a fine-brushed lady's picture, hey, no." Pang Jun looked at it at first and thought it was the ancient painting that Zhong Yue had taken, but when he saw the content inside, the woman in the painting was clearly playing the piano. This must be a modern painting. "The woman in this painting is strange, why do you seem to have seen it somewhere."

Zhong Yue smiled and said, "Don't guess. Help me frame the paintings, handmade ones. I'll get them in a while."

"Well, where is the decorative brocade, you can choose it."

Zhong Yue chose a very simple and simple light blue brocade. After explaining to Pang Jun a few words, he came out of Dexuanzhai.

Under the street tree twenty meters away from Dexuanzhai, a person walked out of a black car, and it was Cao Xilan, "Continue to follow."

He glanced at De Xuanzhai's sign and sneered: "I'm afraid you will finally find the flaw."

As a competitor, Cao Xilan started to investigate some paint in Shanghai as early as possible. Ink making is nothing more than three key points: craftsmanship, raw materials and formula. The first two are easy to do with Ouyang International's financial resources, but the formula only needs to be able to find a recipe that is suitable for modern production and can fully display the ancient charm of ink ingots.

Although the entire family business of the Cao family has moved out of Huizhou, it still has offices in Huizhou and specially sent people to search for the prescriptions of Gumo. There have been many collected in the past few decades, but after all, there are a few that can be applied and put into production.

And Little Paint can actually release two new products in a short period of time, and Zhong Yue from Huizhou is naturally the most suspicious object. This time, Cao Morong used the inheritance of Hui ink as bait, and his goal is very big.

He walked through the driveway and stepped into Dexuanzhai.

Hearing footsteps, Pang Jun, who had closed the painting, smiled and said, "Sorry, the shop is not open yet."

Cao Xilan smiled and said, "What? Are you still the reason for rejecting customers when you open the door to do business?"

"Where? If you buy some stationery equipment, you can do it yourself and frame it, you have to wait until after the tenth day of the lunar month."

"Do you have ink here?"

Pang Jun smiled and said, "Look at what you said, there are all kinds of pens, ink, paper and inkstones in our Huizhou study. If Huizhou no longer sells ink, there will be no ink in the world."

Although this is a bit arrogant, it is not too hyped. Hui Mo occupies half of Mo's industry, and it is not an exaggeration to use one hand to cover the sky.

"I heard that you have a good ink ingot here, and there is no gold-painted carved all over your body, but?" From the information I collected before, Cao Xilan knew that before the Little Lacquer Gold Cup series was launched, a batch of ink ingots with high quality but no mark appeared in the ink industry circle in Huizhou. Now it seems that it has a close relationship with Dexuanzhai.

"Not bad. But this batch of ink ingots has been sold out long ago. Try this golden jar series with a little paint, which feels the same."

Cao Xilan smiled and said, "No, I want those unmarked ones."

"I'm really sorry, I'm really sold out, and it may be out of stock." Pang Jun smiled bitterly. Of course he knew that the batch of goods given by Zhong Yue was the now gorgeously transformed Little Lacquer Gold Cup series. Whether in terms of ink color, ink fragrance and luster, it was made the same. However, he was the one who has used this batch of ink for the longest time. He could feel it subtly that the batch of unmarked ink ingots was as high as the current Little Lacquer Gold Cup series. This is no wonder that although the Jinzhu series is popular, many old buyers still came to him to seek the unmarked ancient ink.

"That's a pity."

Pang Jun rubbed his hands, "What else do you need?"

It was the New Year Festival. If Zhong Yue hadn't called in advance, he would have been resting at home now. Doing more and less is not a big deal. It doesn't matter.

Cao Xilan looked at Pang Jun's eyes and asked, "Can I meet the master craftsmen who made those ink?"

Pang Jun was stunned and then smiled and said, "Sorry, this is a trade secret."
Chapter completed!