The start of colleges is generally later. Schools usually start in September and some wait until the National Day holiday is over. Kang Min called and said that the procedures for exchange students were completed and notified Zhong Yue to report to the East China Academy of Fine Arts after National Day.

Zhong Yue thought it was good, so he lived at home for a few days and received a message from a classmate who had not been in contact for a long time.

It was sent by Ye Xiaoqian.

Ye Xiaoqian "I organized a class reunion on the weekend. Are you free?"

Zhong Yue doesn’t catch a cold for such a class reunion. It’s not that after decades of separation, some graduates from high school and just start working, while some students are still in college and spend their parents’ money. What can we talk about when we get together?

He was about to refuse, and Ye Xiaoqian sent another message, "Teacher Cheng or several teachers in charge are coming, it's best if you can come."

Zhong Yue's hand that wanted to reply stopped. In the key high school in the county, Zhong Yue was the first to be admitted to a key university in their village, but not the first in their county. They also had more than 20 college students in their class. When they were in high school, the head teacher Lao Cheng knew about the difficulties of Zhong Yue's family and kept helping him silently. To be honest, it was indeed an honor for Zhong Yue to meet such a good teacher.

"Time, place."

For Ye Xiaoqian, there seemed to be nothing else except for the little friendship between classmates and three years, and it was a bit embarrassing.

“September 10th, Century City Hotel.”

Zhong Yue put down his cell phone. September 10th, Teacher's Day... It seems that he has to give me something.

Zhong Yue has to admire the organizers who are really good at choosing days.

Giving money?

It will definitely not be accepted.

Send flowers?

I'm afraid I'll throw it away if I turn my hands.

Send a shopping card?

It doesn't seem to be suitable.

Zhong Yue thought about it and might as well give it a painting.

Just when he was idle, he made a few paintings casually to express his feelings. Originally, Zhong Yue was planning to draw a few figure paintings, but the problem was that although Wang Ximeng had the foundation to draw the top ten famous paintings, he was still a little younger. In addition to being good at landscape paintings, he was still weaker in figure paintings.

Zhong Yue had no choice but to change it into landscape paintings, adding more flowers to his brushwork.

Zhong Yue thought about it and said that peaches and plums are easy to express in landscape paintings, but the rest of the flowers are difficult to use as carriers, otherwise they will become flower and bird paintings.

Peaches and plums are everywhere in the mountains, and spring is everywhere in the garden.

Zhong Yue picked up his pen and painted.

It took three hours to finish the picture of Taoli Tianxia.

This is no longer a green landscape, the whole mountain is like a red mountain, but from the painted bones, it can be seen that it is a peach forest, not a red mountain.

After drawing Lao Cheng, I thought that there were still a few teachers who came, so I couldn’t favor one or the other. I should draw it another day.

Zhong Yue brushed the pen while washing it and was about to go to bed to rest. This was a completely unfolding thing, and Zhong Yue didn't care much or feel much about it.

Lao Cheng said it very well at the graduation ceremony.

"Some people are destined to be passers-by in your life. Since they are passers-by, why bother to remember?"

But in Zhong Yue's mind, some people, including Lao Cheng, are more important.

A text message from someone I don’t know - "Congratulations to Master Zhong for winning the second prize."

Oh.

Zhong Yue chuckled. He didn't care about these so-called awards. He took it as fun to participate in the competition. Unexpectedly, there were people who played with this matter in a variety of ways.

He charged his phone and was too lazy to pay attention to it anymore.

There is nothing wrong in the world, and mediocre people disturb them.

...

...

A few days later.

I originally thought that since I was going to send the teacher, I couldn't be too cold and I had to frame it. I was afraid that I would not have time, so I asked Pang Jun for a question.

On the morning of Teacher's Day, Zhong Yue brought his paintings to Dexuanzhai.

"Brother Pang, it's really time to do half an hour?"

Pang Jun spread out several paintings and said, "Don't worry. The big paintings you had to be framed manually before, which took a long time. Such small works are not very expensive. Using a machine is enough for half an hour."

Pang Jun handed the painting to the workers behind him and sat down with Zhong Yue.

"This is the money for selling ink, you dial it."

Zhong Yue picked up 10,000 yuan, thought about it, and gave it three thousand yuan from it, and handed it to Pang Jun, "Brother Pang, your money." If Pang Jun sells it on behalf of others, he has to make a profit, otherwise he will open the door to do business, which will make it a pity for other people's customers.

"A Yue, you're boring. Take it back."

"Brother Pang, just accept it. The customers are all yours. I'll ask you to sell them on behalf of you. If you don't give a penny, you'll become a bad-hearted manufacturer?"

Pang Jun pushed me back again, "You won't treat me as a friend anymore. Ten ink ingots are not a hundred, let alone I didn't do anything. They were all collected by Lao Cai and his friends. If you still have..."

Zhong Yue opened the box embarrassedly.

Pang Jun, who was sitting aside, was shocked, "It's really there?"

He picked up an ink ingot from the box and looked carefully.

The purple light has a restrained aroma and delicate ink, which is indeed the quality of the previous batch.

"Xiao Yue, this... to be honest, how many more are there?"

"Well... there should be about a hundred more in this batch."

Pang Jun took a deep breath, not because he was surprised by the batch, but because Zhong Yue said "this batch". What does that mean? It means there is another batch!

"You really have a Gu Fang?"

"Um."

Pang Jun widened his eyes, "You are going to get rich!"

"Ahem, Brother Pang, calm down."

Pang Jun had already stood up, paced back and forth, and said, "Do you know how rare an ancient ink square is now? Why is Cao Gong Ink Factory in Songhu a leading enterprise? It is because he has this ancient ink square in his hand. The quality of your ink square is no less than the ink ingots produced by their factories now!"

"Brother Pang, I don't have this plan yet. If you sell this batch of goods slowly, it's better to put in some purchase restrictions."

There were no customers in the study at this time. Pang Jun said, "It's still limited to purchase a hammer. Now, there are more than 30 old customers here just book your ink ingots. Your batch of goods is not enough for them to share."

“…”

Zhong Yue pulled the corner of his mouth, "So popular?"

"No, otherwise why did I call you a few days ago? Do you lack the amount of dollars for calligraphy? There are several old customers who only have a monthly pension and pension insurance, and the living expenses given by their children are almost tens of thousands, and they are not short of money at all."

Well... your uncle is still your uncle.

"So, according to me, you just need to find an ink factory to process it. The market of the ink industry is shrinking now, but in fact, the demand for high-end products is very large. It's a pity that the current ink factory, except for the cube, the process and quality are no better than before, so your ink ingot is so popular."

"Then I'll consider it."

As we were chatting, the employee behind us brought the four framed scrolls over.

Pang Jun glanced at it and didn't look carefully before, thinking that Zhong Yue had drawn it casually. He knew that Zhong Yue had a high level of calligraphy, but painting should not be a big deal. As a result, he was shocked when he looked closely.

"Depend on!"

When Zhong Yue saw Pang Jun's reaction so loudly, he was shocked and asked, "What's wrong?"

"This... did you draw it?"

"Yes, I didn't tell you, Brother Pang, I just drew a few of them and I want to give them to the teacher."

"The machine mounting wasted..."

Zhong Yue stood up and was speechless, "Brother Pang, although the painting is a bit rough, it doesn't have to harm people so much, right?"

"I mean, you are wasting your painting!"

“…”
Chapter completed!