After the dinner, several literati drank fragrant tea in Ouyang Kaishan's study. Zhong Yue walked over with a brocade box and said, "Please taste it."

Two pieces for each person were placed in a brocade box, plus Ouyang Kaishan's, Zhong Yue gave out a total of twelve ink ingots, which was considered to be a huge sum of money. If he was sold for it, it would be a net profit of 12,000 yuan.

Xi Qichang thought that Zhong Yue was just talking and playing, but he didn't expect that Zhong Yue really gave them the ink ingots, and he had just a pair of people, and the weight was one or two more.

"Oh, it's still the best quality with purple light!"

These calligraphers have been veterans for decades, and they have the most say in the quality of the ink ingot.

Dingding!

Someone flicked his finger twice.

"It's not bad, as strong as jade, as rhinoceros, and good products. But there is no mark on it, and I don't know which big ink factory was produced decades ago. In the ink industry today, it's probably only Cao Sugong Ink Factory, which can produce such a good and top-quality ink ingot."

"This ink ingot is not an exaggeration. It looks almost worth two thousand. Zhong Yue, are you really giving us?"

It would be fine if I gave one ingot, but Zhong Yue took out twelve ingots in one go, which was a total of tens of thousands. Although 20,000 was not a big deal for them, they were college students who came to study from the valley. If this was in vain, I would feel guilty.

Zhong Yue smiled and said, "The teachers have not finished appraisal yet. Let's talk about it after using it. I'll give it to everyone anyway. If I refuse again, the teachers will not give me face."

"Haha, okay. Zhong Yue, do you have any questions about calligraphy in the future? Look, this is my personal business card. Just call my house and come and ask. I won't give it to ordinary people."

Han Qi was the most enjoyable person among them, and directly accepted these two top-quality ink ingots. It can be seen that he really liked the gift from Zhong Yue.

"Since Xiaoyue is so confident in speaking, it must be a good thing. Let's try this ink ingot."

Although Ouyang Kaishan's calligraphy skills are not as good as those of these old friends, he also loves these cultural relics. He picked up the ink ingots given by Zhong Yue and looked at Ouyang Ming, who was like a 25-year-old and could not even make a word in his mouth, and said, "Go and get some water."

"ah?"

"What, go get some water."

Zhong Yue smiled and said, "No need to worry, I have it here."

He took out the white jade inkstone drip and immediately attracted the eyes of several old men who were still playing with ink ingots.

"Inkstone? Well, it's hidden."

"This is the quality..."

The lights were turned on in the study, but when the white jade inkstone dripped close to the desk lamp, the translucency was like a lotus from the water.

"Absolutely extraordinary."

Ouyang Kaishan took the inkstone drip in surprise. The teapot was difficult to control the water flow, but when Ouyang Kaishan dripped water on the stone inkstone, he truly realized that this thing was designed so exquisitely.

"Look at this drop of water, it really drips. Zhong Yue, can you give me this inkstone drop? I will pay 500,000?"

"Five hundred thousand? You think of a rotten cabbage. The quality of this jade and the carving work are probably hard to get two million."

"Old Han, you just bought a villa for your son last month. Don't say anything if you don't have money. What's the point of tearing me?"

Han Qi said happily: "I'm telling the truth. After receiving other people's gifts, I can't even watch Zhong Yue be trapped by you old ghosts."

Ouyang Ming, who was standing in the corner, became even more messy. Why is this... worth two million? How come he is, are you the one who is the one who is responsible for this kid?

Zhong Yue smiled and said, "I'm really embarrassed. This inkstone was passed down from ancestors and cannot be sold."

"That's a pity. You have to keep it well, and don't use this thing easily. If you add impurities, block the hole and it will be difficult to clean it." An old calligrapher looked like he loved and hated, and his face was full of worries, fearing that this rare thing in the world would be ruined by Zhong Yue.

The shock that Zhong Yue brought to them today was so great.

Ouyang Kaishan began to grind.

"Good ink! Grinding silently. It seems that the ink makers are also masters. They can't get through in less than thirty years. I think they must be made by a master in their seventies or eighties."

Zhong Yue blushed a little, sorry, not only twenty-one.

"Well, the color is black and moist, and the fragrance is very good! I don't know how to write it?"

Ouyang Kaishan took off a big hair, looked at Xi Qichang who had been muttering for a long time, "Come on, what are you waiting for? You've long seen that your hands are itchy."

Xi Qichang smiled embarrassedly, "What should I write?"

"Old Mr. Xi, I'm not to hide it. I really have a heartless invitation to give ink today. The ink in everyone was made by my master during his lifetime. I have no name and no energy. Today I want to ask you to name this ink. If you have some inscriptions, that would be even better." Zhong Yue finally smiled badly. He laid the groundwork for so long, and praised the time for a meal. He also gave ink. You guys can't just do nothing.

Han Qi opened his eyes and said, "Okay, you guy is waiting for us here."

"Haha, good boy, I have the scheming. This trick is just a way to feed us. Now we have to write it if we don't write it."

These calligraphers are also very famous in Shanghai. Generally, they do not accept such commercial works. On the one hand, they are afraid of trouble, and on the other hand, they are afraid of their reputations. So they can basically avoid them if they can. Some of them simply set rules and do not accept advertisements.

Xi Qichang asked, "You said just now that it was the ink ingot made by your master. Then ask, did you inherit this Mo Fang?"

"Yes, I understand a little bit about the ink making skills."

"Well, I understand what you mean. Let me try this writing. It's really good. Then I will make an exception to nominate the inscription for you, which can be considered as repaying the favor I owe you. If it is not good to use, I'm sorry. It's hard to obey the fate of destroying reputation."

Zhong Yue said, "Don't worry, Mr. Xi. If I dare to cheat with your magic treasure, you can take this white jade inkstone away."

Xi Qichang raised his eyebrows, "What do you mean, is my reputation worth these two million?"

Ouyang Kaishan said, "Okay, Lao Xi. Zhong Yue believes it, don't you believe me?"

Xi Qichang pressed the brush into the ink disc, lifted it, and raised his eyebrows, "Good ink, thick and restrained, deep and ancient. Have your master mentioned it to you, what is the name of this ink?"

"Five hundred kilograms of oil."

Xi Qichang's hand holding the pen trembled, "Take it serious?"

"nature."

"What a pity. This name has been registered."

Zhong Yue nodded and said, "That's why Mr. Xi gave him a name." He naturally knew that the trademark had been registered, otherwise he would not have no clue. With the ancient prescription in his hand, it would be impossible to prove that the prescription in his hand was Jin Nong's 500-pound ancient prescription of oil that he had back then.

If you don’t use five hundred kilograms of oil, it is obvious that with Zhong Yue’s reputation, it will be difficult to open up the market for this Mofang.

Han Qi, who was beside him, took another pen, licked the ink, and wrote a few strokes on the rice paper, "It's not dizzy when you put it in the paper, it's not gluey when you lick the pen. The ink is black and shiny and magical. Zhong Yue, you are a master of master!"

"It's amazing! Zhong Yue, I want all the inks you have like this before your master was alive."

"Hey, you want to be shameless, take advantage of the situation and robbery. When we were standing by, we died? Weigh me a pound!"

"Give me three pounds first!"

Several old men remembered that Zhong Yue's master had passed away. They used one piece of ink ingots to be reduced. Now they wanted to find such excellent quality ink ingots. There were too few, and they all scrambled to eat cabbage from the aunts in the market. If you want one pound, I want one pound. Ouyang Ming next to him was already doubting his life.

Are these...these are the old antiques of zombie faces he had in his consciousness the day before?

Why are they all so unconventional?

Zhong Yue said: "Since all of you agree with this, should we fulfill what Mr. Xi said before?"

"It's absolutely fine, Zhong Yue, tell me first, how much skill did you learn from your master?"

"This... is about 70% or 80%." Zhong Yue said that he did this now, so he probably would come up to snatch it up like a madman.

Xi Qichang nodded and said, "Okay. It is not easy to pass on the old craftsmanship now. I should do my best."

Xi Qichang dripped his hair into ink and wrote on the rice paper.

The one who walked was a stele-learning grass from Yu Youren School.

"A little bit is like lacquer, and it remains true for thousands of years. Zhong Yue, what do you think it is called 'a little bit bit of lacquer'?"

Zhong Yue raised his eyebrows, "Mr. Dong Xin produced 500 kilograms of oil, which was created for the lacquer book. A little lacquer, good! Thank you for being old."

"Oh, Lao Xi, this young man, is a friend. Look at me!"

Han Qi was also interested, so he took another piece of rice paper and wrote it with a pen.

"A little paint is really easy to use."

A few old calligraphers next to him raised their eyelids and thought they were literary. Then you are too real...
Chapter completed!