The Cultural Palace in Huizhou generally hosts various literary and artistic activities, such as calligraphy and pen clubs, painting salons, etc. This Hui-Ink Exchange Conference has attracted the hearts of many Huizhou cultural celebrities.

In recent years, we have been protecting traditional skills. However, looking at the slowly disappearing ancient techniques, it is far from enough to apply for intangible culture as a world heritage. Let these skills come alive and create artistic value, which is the source of saving them. Cao Gongsu's return again undoubtedly injects a heart-warming agent into Huimo.

However, some people are happy, while others are not optimistic. In short, no matter what, the inheritance of Huimo has indeed been passed down. Zhong Yue walked through the old mo factory yesterday. In addition to the coloring and gold-painted places in the dark room behind, there were also young people. The most test of ink-lighting cigarettes and materials in the ink room, there were all masters over fifty years old, represented by Lao Hu. Zhong Yue had done all these work, and not only did the hard work, but also tested people's endurance.

People grind ink, and ink grinds people.

"Mr. Zhong, this is Xu Qi, a celebrity ink making in Huizhou. I invited him to help."

"Hello, Mr. Zhong."

Zhong Yue looked up and down at the well-dressed Teacher Xu. He looked at the hand that was stretched out was so white that it was even more delicate and white than the young man's hands. He was not a craftsman in the ink making system. Only Zhong Yue made ink in the system, and these hands were not burned yellow by the oil smoke. At first, Zhong Yue had only been working for a month, and these hands would never be washed clean, black and yellow. And this self-proclaimed ink-making master was a fake master with his hands not touching spring water.

"Hello, Master Xu." Zhong Yue shook hands with Master Xu Qi, "How many years have you made ink?"

"To be honest, our ancestors were ink making. His ancestor Xu Doushan used to supervise imperial ink products, formulas and crafts, passed down from generation to generation, and now it has come to my hands."

Xu Qi was very polite, as if showing off himself, but in Zhong Yue's opinion, no matter how awesome he is, he is still a fancy.

"Then you haven't said yet, how old are you ink making?"

"This, four...forty years have passed. This time, Manager Li found me and said that your company is hiring an expert in ancient art and ink. He wanted to invite me out of the mountain. He had long been the intention of retiring. I admire Mr. Zhong, your calligraphy accomplishment, so I reluctantly agreed."

"That's how..."

Xu Qi smiled slightly, "Yes."

"What kind of virtue can I do? How dare I bother Master Xu because of these trivial matters? Since Master Xu, you have already taken the mountain, I won't bother you anymore. Moreover, I can only bring one person in this ticket, except Manager Li, so it's gone."

“Hey?”

"Look goodbye, see you again, come and visit you another day." After Zhong Yue said that, he pulled Li Qiancheng, who was confused, into the Cultural Palace.

Xu Qi, who thought he was almost sure to win, did not expect to end up in such a field. He was stunned for a moment. He stood outside the Cultural Palace and murmured to himself: "What... does this mean? Have you used too much force?"

Li Qiancheng was brought into the venue by Zhong Yue, and he was also confused, "Mr. Zhong, why are you taking me in? I don't do anything." Li Qiancheng was so anxious that he even brought out the dialect.

Zhong Yue said: "You don't know, do you think that liar understands?"

"He is a liar? I saw his information and what he said in the interview before, and they were all very well-informed."

Zhong Yue shook his head and said, "A man who has made ink for forty years, says his hands are so clean that he has no calluses. Do you think he is making ink with his feet?"

“…”

Li Qiancheng looked at Zhong Yue embarrassedly and said, "Mr. Zhong, I'm so embarrassed, after all, I..."

"You can't blame you. After all, you don't understand the ink making skills. You are engaged in sales and contacting ink factories, so it's normal to be deceived."

"I'm not doing my job well."

Zhong Yue smiled and said, "I don't mean to blame you, let's go in."

"But... Mr. Zhong, neither of you know how to make ink. Can't you make a fool of yourself when you go in?"

"It's okay, let's talk about it when you go in."

“…”

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There was elegant classical music in the exhibition hall. Zhong Yue couldn't help but smile as he looked at the figures in suits at the exchange meeting.

This is not the Huimo Inheritance and Culture Exchange Conference. It is simply a commercial activity initiated in the name of Huimo. The people here are not qualified to represent Huimo, nor are they qualified to organize such an event. Zhong Yue originally thought that at least some Huimo craftsmen who were engaged in front-line came over, but looking around, no one came over, and the masters of the old Mo Factory also did not come over.

Li Qiancheng looked at the old man wearing a suit and was talking to Cao Xilan in a flattering manner, and said sideways: "Mr. Zhong, that person is Huang Kang."

Zhong Yue nodded and turned his gaze to the ink products displayed on the battle stage. He couldn't help laughing. Did Huimo change his surname to Cao? Why are they all products of Cao Gongsu, as if Cao Gongsu is the representative of Huimo?

"Mr. Zhong, Manager Li." Factory Director Huang walked over proudly and smiled at Zhong Yue.

"Director Huang."

Huang Kang put his hand in his trouser pocket and said, "I heard from the security guard in the communication room yesterday that Mr. Zhong, you have come to me, why didn't you meet?"

"Director Huang is busy with official business, so I just go to the factory and don't dare to bother you."

Director Huang smiled and said, "Mr. Zhong is really joking. I have mentioned this to Manager Li several times. I have been rejected if I want to meet you, Mr. Zhong. It's a pity."

Zhong Yue smiled and saw Cao Xilan coming over, and said, "Why did Director Liu retire after he was fine?"

Cao Xilan smiled playfully and said, "Cartain Liu is old and his thoughts can't keep up with the trend, so he stepped down. Why? Mr. Zhong has any objection?"

Zhong Yue didn't speak, and Li Qiancheng on the other side couldn't stand it anymore and said, "Mr. Cao, our Mr. Zhong just cares about Director Liu. What do you mean?"

"Dear guests, please attend the seats in turn according to the seats in the invitation letter. Our Huimo Cultural Inheritance Exchange will have a brief opening ceremony."

Cao Xilan smiled and said, "Mr. Zhong, I heard that the raw materials for your little paint products are collected from high prices in various places and then shipped to the old ink factory. This has changed and the Huimo brand has been launched. It is really enviable."

"Didn't you Cao Gongsu also regard yourself as Hui Mo?"

"Haha, we have the capital, where are you?"

Zhong Yue looked at Cao Xilan with some provocative eyes, "I am from Huizhou."

"Haha, interesting. The ink ingot made by Huizhou people is Huimo. If I move my household registration to Beijing to make roast duck, can it also be called Beijing North Roast Duck?"

Cao Xilan and Huang Kang left with a smile.

Li Qiancheng's face looked ugly and he said, "The villain is successful."

Zhong Yue patted Li Qiancheng on the shoulder and said, "Let's go over and sit there too."

"Mr. Zhong, are you still here?" Li Qiancheng really wanted to say, don't be humiliated here.
Chapter completed!