I have to say that every man will encounter a strong enemy in his life, that is his future father-in-law... Of course, some people may have more than one strong enemy. Gu Tianhao's protection of his daughter can be said to have achieved 360 degrees without any blind spots. After dinner, he didn't even have the chance to ask Gu Qin to go out to watch a movie. Zhong Yue could only find something serious to do.

After the Gu family came out, Zhong Yue called Li Qiancheng and was about to go to Cao to collect debts. The result of Dou Mo was naturally Zhong Yue won, so Zhong Yue naturally had to get the ancient formula that he had agreed to before. Li Qiancheng has experienced the biggest ups and downs in his life in the past few days. Although it is still winter, the solar term has passed the beginning of spring. It is the kind of spring breeze that is so thrilling that he feels so happy. "Mr. Zhong, let's go?"

"What? Are you still afraid that Cao Morong will set up a Hongmen Banquet? What era is this?"

"No. What if the Fangzi they gave me makes trouble?"

Zhong Yue looked at the city street lights and smiled and said, "Do you think I care about these two ancient square people?"

Li Qiancheng was confused and thought to himself: If you don’t care, you still want it? Are you full if you don’t eat enough?

Cao Xilan took Cao's decline at 3:00 this afternoon with some headache, and actually fell by eight percentage points like a diving. In one day, billions of dollars evaporated instantly. Cao Morong had just recovered, but he fainted in an instant and was sent to Huizhou People's Hospital for rest.

"Mr. Cao, don't be fine."

Cao Xilan looked at Zhong Yue and said with a bad look: "What are you here to do?"

"It's really a noble man who forgets things. Mr. Cao forgot what he had made of the previous bet? Is Mo Fang, who is the Ziguang Jade and Tianchen Qingqilin, still cheating?"

Cao Xilan narrowed his eyes, waved to the waiter outside, sat on the sofa, and sneered: "Mr. Zhong is really hidden. We have been looking for the master of ink making behind some paint before. Unexpectedly, this master of ink making is actually Mr. Zhong himself, and he was really miscalculated." He was not a fool. From Zhong Yue's words and deeds on the day of Dou Mo, he could tell that Zhong Yue was not memorizing the manuscript, but really had a profound study and understanding of Hui Mo. Combined with the rapid rise of some paint, Cao Xilan naturally inferred that this master of ink making who was seeking fruitless is undoubtedly Zhong Yue himself.

Zhong Yue didn't say anything, but sat on the sofa, waiting for Cao Xilan to pay off his debts.

Seeing Zhong Yue not speaking, Cao Xilan raised his eyebrows, turned around, took out a cowhide file bag from the drawer, "Actually, these two mo squares have no effect on us Cao Gongsu."

Bang.

The file bag was thrown on the coffee table.

"Zhong Yue, I have always had a question that is very curious. Can you answer it?"

Zhong Yue took the file bag and smiled and said, "You ask first. As for whether to answer or not, that's another matter."

Cao Xilan crossed his fingers, "What benefits did Ouyang Kaishan give you? Are you willing to work so hard for him? I have checked your registered capital for a little paint, and I am 100% sure that the so-called legal representative is just a puppet, right?"

Zhong Yue took out the yellowed paper from the folder. The feel of this paper is different from the usual paper. It seems to be the green rice paper unique to Huizhou. This paper will never rot for thousands of years and will not be eaten for thousands of years. On the surface of the paper, ink is printed with ink. Zhong Yue flips through the ingredients on the ink square. The formula of this purple jade is actually similar to the ink square with a lot of memory.

Generally speaking, Hui ink formulas are similar, but some spices and medicinal materials have almost never been heard of. In ancient times, some ink ingots could also be used as medicine... called medicinal ink.

"I refuse to answer this question." Zhong Yue stuffed Mo Fang into the file bag and smiled slightly.

Cao Xilan took a sip of coffee and said, "Manager Li, can I talk to Mr. Zhong alone?"

Li Qiancheng was stunned and said, "Oh, Mr. Zhong, I'll be waiting for you downstairs."

"Yes." Zhong Yue wrapped the string on the file bag and handed it to Li Qiancheng, "Take it down."

Li Qiancheng was stunned again, "Okay."

Cao Xilan watched Li Qiancheng go out and said, "I didn't expect that with a joke, you have really grown up now and become Cao Gongsu's competitor."

"I don't mean to compete with Cao Gongsu."

Cao Xilan touched the leather sofa, "Moye's cake is so big, it's a sunset industry, so whoever accounts for the largest market share is the biggest competitor."

"If you understand this way, I don't care."

"Zhong Yue, I have to thank you."

“How to say it?”

"If it weren't for you, I would have to stay in this mess and spend most of my life in the ink factory." Cao Xilan seemed to have no intention of losing, but instead smiled happier.

Zhong Yue glanced at him, "Where is Mr. Cao?"

"The hospital is resting. For the old man, this is a big blow."

"What about you?"

"I? I have no interest in Cao's ink industry. The profits on it every year are simply insignificant." Cao Xilan stood up and looked at the night view outside the window. "Compared to Shanghai, the night here is too monotonous."

Zhong Yue stood up and said, "Then I'm like I'm leaving."

Cao Xilan turned sideways and said, "Are you willing to live under someone else's roof for the rest of your life?"

"That's what you thought." Zhong Yue walked out of the door with a smile.

The matter of Hui Mo has come to an end for the time being. Zhong Yue originally planned to return to Shanghai, but Qiu Wenzhen called and said that the Xiling Summit would begin early next month. Zhong Yue remembered that the matter of the East China Youth Calligraphers Alliance, which was shelved in order to break through the bottleneck, needed to be formed as soon as possible.

Thinking of this, Zhong Yue remembered Liu Shao'e. Unexpectedly, Mr. Liu left just a few days later. If the consultation could be completed before the New Year, Mr. Liu would probably be able to leave with greater peace of mind. Alas... things are unpredictable.

Zhong Yue opened the car door absent-mindedly, stepped in, and suddenly felt something was wrong, so he glanced at the side.

"Damn! Who!?"

"Don't hit me! Brother Yue, I!"

Zhong Yue heard it was Ouyang Ming's voice and put down his traction collar, "Why are you here?"

Li Qiancheng sat in the parking space and laughed, "I just said that Manager Ouyang should be waiting outside. I almost got beaten..."

"Go to you, it's so cold outside. Brother Yue, isn't this a surprise for you?"

Only then did Li Qiancheng turn on the lights in the car.

"You came from all the way, what surprise did you give?"

"Isn't this a sharp drop in the stock price of Cao's Film? At the close of the market, I copied the final half a million yuan and gave it to Brother Yue as a New Year's gift."

Zhong Yue smiled and said, "I don't play stock trading."

"Just just hold it, Cao's stock price will fall for a moment, and it will rise back immediately. The 500,000 will be 600,000 in three months."

Zhong Yue smiled, without refusing, and asked, "You won't come here specifically, just send this one, right?"

"Come on the way. I heard from Manager Li, Brother Yue, you have a mysterious peach blossom land in Huizhou, so I'm here to share the fairy spirit."

"Ahem, Young Master Ouyang, that's not what I said."

"Go, drive your car."

Zhong Yue yawned and said, "Do you want to live there?"

"Yes, yes." Ouyang Ming's eyes lit up.

Zhong Yue asked, "Manager Li, have you booked a hotel for him?"

"Oh, Mr. Zhong, don't worry, I will cancel."

Zhong Yue smiled and said, "No, no need." He handed the key to Ouyang Ming and said, "I stay in a hotel, you can enjoy the Taoyuan Fairyland." As he said that, he got out of the car.

The two of them looked at each other in the car, stunned.
Chapter completed!