"The following report is a shocking news in the cultural circle. Cao Gongsu, a famous Hui ink enterprise, returned to Huizhou a few days ago and started industry competition with Yicai Company, an emerging ink enterprise. Hui ink inheritance..."

Ouyang Kaishan turned the volume of the TV and rubbed Jingming's acupoint. This was not a live broadcast, but a local station on Huizhou Satellite TV three hours ago. If it weren't for Ouyang Guoqing's specially tuned, he wouldn't have paid attention to such a small channel.

"Have you sent the prescription of Songyan Mo to Huizhou?"

Ouyang Guoqing said seriously: "Three days. Even if the prescription can be compared with Cao Gongsu, it is impossible to complete the ink production in three days. It is too late to dry it by wet."

"Cao Morong's eating habits are really ugly." Ouyang Kaishan took a sip of tea, shook his head and sighed.

"Why do you agree to the Cao family?"

"Are you talking about the 5% stake before?" Ouyang Kaishan raised his eyebrows majestic, but Ouyang Guoqing immediately knew that he had said the wrong thing.

Ouyang Kaishan sighed and said, "This time Zhong Yue is afraid he will fall apart. What I saw at the beginning was that a little lacquer was high-end lacquer smoke ink. In pine smoke ink, no one can compete with the Cao family's background, and this time I underestimated the enemy."

"Then what do you have to give?" In front of Ouyang Kaishan, Ouyang Guoqing was like a trembling elementary school student, not daring to make any rudeness.

"You call Cao Morong."

Ouyang Guoqing took the old-fashioned turntable on the table and followed the address book on his phone, pressing the hands-free button.

"Brother Ouyang."

"Brother Cao, long time no see."

"Brother Ouyang is far away in Shanghai, Happy New Year, I'm here in Huizhou to wish you a happy old age."

Ouyang Kaishan looked at the glimmer under the desk lamp and touched the crutch with his fingers. The crutch made of Nanhong had long been shiny. "Brother, I have considered what I said before."

"Oh? Please, brother, please be careful. What's the matter? Oh, this person is old and has a bad memory."

"It's about the acquisition of Little Paint."

Cao Morong smiled and said, "Acquisition? Is there such a thing? No, Xilan, have you sent a letter to Mr. Zhong in Shanghai?"

Cao Xilan's chuckle came from the phone, "It seems that we have never contacted Mr. Zhong."

"Tsk tsk tsk tsk, brother, listen, I don't remember anything, what? Does this lacquer still have anything to do with Ouyang International?"

Both old foxes pretended to be confused when they were stolen.

"It's okay, I'm just here to discuss with me on behalf of the younger generation."

"So, Xilan, come here and have a good talk with your Grandpa Ouyang about the acquisition. Brother, look, I don't care about the matter anymore. Unlike you, you are so old, you have to do everything yourself. Don't worry, you just say the acquisition. As for the price, how much do you say? Xilan, do you understand?"

Ouyang Kaishan smiled and said, "No need. I'm just kidding."

"Hey, brother, why do you have it... Haha, brother, you are so humorous."

"Let's just do it today. I'll go back to Shanghai another day, and I'll invite you to have tea."

"Okay, okay, see you again, brother."

beep.

beep.

beep.

The phone got stuck in a busy tone.

"Damn old thing!" Ouyang Guoqing said angrily.

Ouyang Kaishan pressed the hands-free button and said lightly: "A person like Cao Morong, once he sees his opponent's fatal wound, do you think he will talk to you again?"

"Then you..."

"Since you can't negotiate peace, please help Zhong Yue do a good job. I hope I can't do it really..." Ouyang Kaishan stood up with a stick and walked slowly outside the study.

...

...

Zhang Laifu was smoking a cigarette, listening to many people coming from the village and talking about Zhong Yue’s search for someone to fight ink.

"Hey, I said Uncle Lai Fu, is this A Yue? Or is this Zhong Yue not Zhong Yue in our village?"

Zhang Laifu took a deep breath of cigarette, "I won't make it."

"Oh, Uncle Lai Fu, you are A Yue's master. You are not clear at this time. Tell me, is it? The Zhong family's widow is really so promising and has opened a big factory?"

Zhang Laifu smiled, "I said a few days ago that I would donate a library to the primary school." Zhang Laifu knew that this matter would not be hidden for long, and it was originally something worth showing off, so I would do it with hiding it.

"That Dou Mo is also him?"

"Then I don't know. But Zhong Yue is a good person, so don't make trouble."

"Hey, we are worried. I heard from the people in the county that Cao is an old brand a hundred years ago. We are all afraid that Zhong Yue will be very angry and will cause trouble."

When Zhang Laifu heard the worries of the villagers in the countryside, he felt the seriousness of the matter and asked, "I haven't even figured out anything yet. If you and I have a closer look, what did Zhong Yue do?"

The villagers told Zhang Laifu everything about it, and Lao Zhang's brows became heavier and heavier when he heard it.

Wang Dashan's car came outside the house, and when he entered the door, he shouted: "Uncle Laifu, where is Zhong Yue? Why is there no one in the family? I'm so anxious! How could this stupid child do such a thing?"

Hearing Wang Dashan's voice, the villagers finally verified the protagonist of the matter to Zhong Yue, which was indeed the Zhong Yue they remembered!

"What should I do?"

Zhang Laifu was silent, "The best way we do now is not to disturb him. It is a blessing, not a disaster, it is a disaster."

...

...

The outside world thought that this fight was full of discussion, but Zhong Yue was immersed in his own research.

In ancient ways to get smoke, the glue fragrance of pine wood is needed to first flow away, which is the so-called rosin. This is not difficult. As long as you drill a small hole at the root of pine wood and put an oil lamp, the rosin will slowly flow out of the small hole. However, this is the ancient way. Nowadays, when taking pine wood, due to the lack of raw materials and the connection between the branches, the flow of rosin will inevitably cause residue, which has a great impact on the ink quality.

The price of the century-old pine in the mall is very low, and it can be achieved by a hundred success points. Perhaps for Zhong Yue, refining ink in the system is simply economical and cost-effective.

There are many levels of smoke. Put the pine wood into the kiln and if it is not completely burned, it will produce smoke. For Zhong Yue, the quality of pine smoke is actually the size and thickness of the charcoal particles. After the charcoal fire is burned out, take the farthest place and scraped off the carbon black is the best raw material for making pine smoke.

"One pound of pine smoke, three liang of pearls, one liang of jade chips, and one liang of dragon brain, and pound a hundred thousand pestles with raw lacquer."

This time, the Hui ink that Zhong Yue wants to make is back to nature, and the raw materials are simple enough to only five kinds, but the process requirements are even more stringent. If it were not refined in the brushwork system, a person would not be able to make it. As Master Hu said, making ink is a team business.

Now, as a [Senior Ink Master], Zhong Yue can produce 100 ink ingots per day in the system. This number is still too small for the entire market demand, but it is more than enough for Douyin that is about to begin.

After he took the mold, he had not yet finished the ink and gold-painted semi-finished product, and a satisfactory luster flashed in his eyes, "Just call it a bell or not."
Chapter completed!