The masters in Mofang all felt that the young man like Zhong Yue who had never suffered a hardship was the most persistent for three days. Unexpectedly, after a week, they had not said a word of hardship, which made them feel the tenacity of this young man.

In a Shaxian snack in the county town, several people were having lunch. Zhong Yue also changed into a low-quality short-sleeved shirt that cost 50 yuan and was bought from a street stall. He had to integrate into that circle wherever he was. If he dressed cleanly, he would be afraid of being tired if he was dirty. These masters would give him his real skills?

Master Hu asked while having a meal, "Xiao Yue, have you told Director Liu about making ink with your own formula?"

"I mentioned it, but Director Liu doesn't seem to be very happy."

Lao Hu picked up a chopstick of cabbage and sat under the electric fan to swallow it. "Don't be too surprised. Lao Liu is just a stern person. Although you change the recipe and make the ingredients yourself, he feels that you dig up the collective corners and occupy the equipment and manpower in the factory, which are all caused by old ideas."

"What do you think of?"

Lao Hu glanced at Zhong Yue, "I really want to refine ink?"

"yes."

Lao Hu wiped the rice grains from the corner of his mouth, "Our factory wanted to introduce a set of assembly lines, but later because the cost was too high, he gave up. If you get it, you can put it into production."

Zhong Yue almost choked while eating duck legs, "Cough cough, don't that set of equipment cost 1.8 million yuan? Master Hu, you really look down on me."

Master Hu showed his yellow teeth, pulled out a cigarette after meals, and smoked leisurely, "That is a complete assembly line. I heard from Lao Liu that it is semi-automated. How can we do it if we are uneducated? But I followed him to see the equipment. Don't do the whole set. Just buy the machine that takes the oil smoke, and the others will be done manually."

Zhong Yue remembered that the ink factory was still using an ancient iron pot to get ink. If he really wanted to do it, it would be fine if he didn't buy equipment, so he said, "I'd better consider it myself." Zhong Yue thought about it and planned to use the original prescription from the old ink factory, which was not the same as the method used to make a primary brush before.

It's also a practice, but there is still not much wage. Zhong Yue basically stayed in the ink factory for a long time. In the afternoon, the weather was hot, so he changed into clean clothes and prepared to buy ink-refining materials.

Zhong Yue listed all the things in the mo's prescription that looked like traditional Chinese medicine. Some of them had never seen before and had no idea what kind of them should be classified as, and he also added them all to the purchase order.

The traditional Chinese medicine shop in the county continues the large medicine cabinets of ancient times. Looking around, the small drawers occupy the entire wall cabinet.

"Young man, do you want to buy medicine?"

"Look at if you have any of the things on it here." Zhong Yue took out the purchase order from his schoolbag.

The owner of the pharmacy glanced at Zhong Yue's purchase order and frowned, "The things are a bit mixed. You are not used for eating these hundreds of ingredients, right?"

"kindness."

Whoever is idle will eat these things?

The boss folded the paper and handed it back to Zhong Yue, "I dare say that in the whole county, even if you break your legs, you can't buy half of it."

"Why?"

The pharmacy owner was amused and crying, "Some things are not something that people eat at all. Tell me, which pharmacy will sell this kind of thing? I guess these things are some kind of formula, right?"

"yes."

"Then don't think about it."

"Why?"

The boss smiled and said, "There are fewer things on this, and no one can sell them at all. There are only vendors who specialize in purchasing medicinal materials. There may be supply channels on hand. If you want to buy these, unless the quantity is large, you will not be able to buy them at all."

"That's it." Zhong Yue walked out of the pharmacy with some disappointment. It seemed that it was still a bit difficult to copy this ancient ink recipe.

Just when he was a little disappointed, the phone suddenly rang.

"Hey, hello, who?"

"I, Huang Youwei."

Zhong Yue was stunned, "How come you have my phone number?"

"Youth Palace, I retrieved some information."

Zhong Yue was speechless. Do these staff still have moral integrity now? They easily exposed all customer information.

"What's the matter?"

"I think we meet and talk, how about it?"

"I have something to do now. I am in County Z, so it is not convenient to go to the city."

Huang Youwei's voice was a little dull, "That's right, I don't have to go to the city to find you. I'll see you at 3 pm in the county."

If Zhong Yue refused, the phone would have hung up.

"I'll go, who is this?" Zhong Yue tucked his phone into his pocket speechlessly. Huang Sanjia's granddaughter is amazing? I am still a descendant of Zhong Yao!

Shangdao Coffee in a small county town can be regarded as a place with some style.

Zhong Yue walked into the coffee shop and saw Huang Youwei sitting in the corner. He walked over and asked, "Is there anything wrong?"

"Why are your hands so black?"

Zhong Yue glanced at his hands that were almost washed away, "I guess it took a long time to wash the ink. Tell me if you have something to do."

"Does your work sell?"

“What work?”

Huang Youwei put down the lemonade in her hand, "It is the preliminary work of the city college students."

Zhong Yue took a sip of the coffee he brought, thinking that Huang Youwei had something big, so he asked, "You want to buy it?"

"It's not me who want it, but Sister Zhou wants it."

Zhong Yue raised his eyebrows, "Zhou Qingyu?"

He suddenly realized that it was Huang Youwei who was in the middle. No wonder Zhou Qingyu forwarded his works.

"Yes, your work has attracted a lot of attention, so Sister Zhou plans to use it as the album cover and wants to buy it."

"I'm afraid this won't work."

"Why?"

"The text of this work is Xi Rong's modern poem. If it is used for commercial purposes, it may cause unnecessary trouble."

Huang Youwei said: "The author of the poem has been contacted. As long as you agree, there will be no dispute."

"Why?"

"Sister Zhou and Xi Rong are good friends and have already negotiated."

Zhong Yue asked, "That should be her coming to me to negotiate the price, right? Why did you come?"

Huang Youwei put down the lemonade in her hand, "Sister Zhou is a big star. Do you think it's appropriate to come here and talk about the price of your work?"

Zhong Yue stood up and smiled and said, "I refuse so much."

"Reject? Do you know how much money it is?"

“How big can it be?”

Huang Youwei said lightly: "There should be thousands."

"Oh, what a big deal." Zhong Yue left directly, "If you want to talk, let Zhou Qingyu talk about it himself. My works are not street goods, they can be sold at will."

Huang Youwei looked at the figure leaving outside the window and frowned, "Who gave him the courage?"
Chapter completed!