After the Mid-Autumn Festival, the gorgeous holiday arrangements have two days of balance. In most places, it may be considered a luxury to have a day off for the Mid-Autumn Festival. Zhong Yue naturally has one important thing to do when he comes back this time. When he arrived at Hu Wen in Z County, he opened a moist factory. Zhong Yue greeted the old man at the doorman, handed two cigarettes, and waited at the door.

After a while, I saw Hu Yisuo, who had taken him to make ink, tying the bag that he might have not washed for several years, and walked over leisurely.

"Master Hu."

"Zhong Yue, why are you back? Is it hard to find a job outside? I just said that although the work in our ink factory is a bit harder, the salary is still good."

Zhong Yue handed over a cigarette, but he didn't smoke it himself, so he bought a pack for these old cigarette guns.

"Oh, it seems that he is doing well." Hu Yisuo glanced at the pack of Huaxia in Zhong Yue's hand. This cigarette costs six or seventy-one packs.

Zhong Yue said: "How is the business of the Ink Factory?"

"It's still like this, half-dead."

"Master Hu, you are very knowledgeable. This time I came here mainly to ask you something about the formula of ink ingots."

Old Hu just lit a cigarette and raised his eyebrows. I remember that Zhong Yue had asked Mo Fang half a word and had a snack. "If you want to make the recipe from the ink factory, I advise you to give up this. I don't know about this thing. Even those who know have signed a confidentiality agreement. If it is revealed, I will probably have to be arrested and squatted in the bureau."

"Where do I want to go? I just want to ask you, is it reliable to mix musk and broken gold into the ingredients in the ink ingot?"

"Musk and gold? Zhong Yue, are you crazy? How expensive are ink ingots? Do you know how expensive is one gram of musk and one gram of gold?"

When Zhong Yue heard Master Hu's tone, he felt that it was indeed a bit unreliable. The ancient moth square I got last night was thought about it. After thinking about it, Zhong Yue first asked Zhang Laifu, but Lao Zhang was not an expert, so he asked Zhong Yue to come to the ink factory to ask these ink-making masters to see if there was any precedent.

"It seems that it won't work..."

Hu Yisuo looked at Zhong Yue's somewhat disappointed look and said, "You, stop messing with the ancient Mo Fang. This kind of Mo Fang is not something you can do alone in a few days or months. Some are a family, generations, constantly developing and trying, and prescriptions that have been decided in more than ten or even decades. If you can make it all at once, the confidential prescriptions in the ink factory will not be so expensive now."

Zhong Yue was still a little unwilling to give up and asked, "Can I ask a few masters in the factory?"

Seeing Zhong Yue's unwillingness to give up, Hu Yisuo said, "Okay, since you want to ask, I will take you there, and I don't know if they are willing to tell you."

"good."

The old Mo Factory has been going on for twenty years. The factory buildings inside are covered with cement grayish white, and tung oil barrels made of iron sheets are piled at the door. Hu Yisuo asked as he walked: "Why are you always thinking about this Mo Fang? Is it really a good thing for the old Mo Fang?"

"It's better to ask the master first and then tell you other things."

"Okay." Hu Yisuo saw that Zhong Yue was so nervous and knew that he couldn't tell the reason, so he took him to the workshop where he repaired the ink in the prefabricated room.

The ancient method of Yin drying for a long time. After the Yin drying for a month, after a little shaping, this process will occur, which is to neatly trimming the edges and corners of the ink. Now Zhong Yue is in charge of [intermediate ink refining techniques] and [intermediate pen making techniques]. Not to mention a famous craftsman, he is at least on par with these masters with decades of experience.

Refining ink is a physical job. When these old masters in the ink factory are old, they will not go to this workshop to do some exquisite craftsmanship in the workshop of Zhong Yue’s Mo Tuan.

"Old Master Zhao."

"A siege, what's the matter?" Not long after Bai Lu, the old man was like winter, wearing a thread hat, reading glasses on his nose, and the carving knife in his hand was wrapped in rags for several layers, which was dirty. No one in the ink making workshop was clean and decent. Only when the craftsman endured hardships could he improve his craftsmanship.

"There is a young man here. He has been in the internship in the Ink Factory before and wants to ask you something, so I brought it to you."

Zhong Yue smiled kindly at the old man, "Hello Master Zhao."

"What's up?"

"I want to ask if there are musk and broken gold in the ink square, which is reliable or not."

The old man took off his reading glasses, glanced at Hu Yisuo, holding the reading glasses in his hand, "What are you asking about this?"

"I have a prescription in my hand, but I can't figure out these two things. First of all, musk is expensive. Although I understand that as a spice, this musk is top-notch, no matter how good the ink ingot is, if it is not an antique, even if it is treated as a handicraft, the price cannot be too high. Also, this broken gold and metal inkstone can be mixed into the ink ingot? Or, it needs to be ground into gold powder, but even gold powder, it will hurt the inkstone."

The old man looked at Zhong Yue with a serious look and smiled, "Who told you that the broken gold is made of gold powder?"

"Ah? Not?"

"Broken gold is a yellow chrysanthemum."

"chrysanthemum?"

"That's right, when you think about the spices used in the ink recipe, some are Chinese herbal medicines, and some are some petals. As for the musk you mentioned, then in the past, only the ingredients used in the ink ingots customized by high-ranking officials and nobles. However, it is impossible for you to find those wild musks. As for artificial musks, the price is not particularly outrageous. If you make a few dollars per gram, this will usually be used in the ink recipe."

After hearing what the old man said, Zhong Yue felt that this ancient formula was a bit reliable, at least the two problems of price and cost and inkstone injury no longer exist.

"Master Hu, is Director Liu here?"

"Director Liu, here, what are you going to do with him?"

Master Zhao, sitting in a high chair, stood up, looked like he knew everything, and took off the bag on his body, "What are you doing? You're not sure? You're talking about business, go, come with me, I'll take you to find him."

The old man was well aware of the world. The boy first asked about musk and broken gold. He must have thought that the ancient prescription in his hand was a bit unreliable, so he was worried that the talk would not go smoothly afterwards. Later, after hearing his explanation, he obviously felt relieved on his face and asked to meet with the factory manager, and most of them were here to sell the ancient prescriptions.

"What's your name?"

"Zhong Yue." Zhong Yue followed Old Man Zhao and walked towards the second-floor villa that looked slightly new behind.

The old man put his hands on his back and said, "Zhong Yue, right? But I advise you not to speak loudly."

"What?"

The old man said: "Mo Fang is both good and bad. It depends not only on the prescription, but also on the key, so the price will not be too high. If you sell it to our Mo Factory, it is still safe. If some unscrupulous private companies, you may eat nothing left."

Zhong Yue understood that he was treating him as the seller.

"You wait here, I'll talk to the factory manager."

Before Zhong Yue could explain, Master Zhao entered the office. After a while, he walked out and said, "Since you and Director Liu met before, I won't introduce you. You can talk to him yourself."

"Okay, I'll bother you." Zhong Yue handed a pack of cigarettes that had not been opened to the old man.

"Haha, the young man is sensible." The old man inserted the cigarette into the watch bag on his chest, lowered his voice and said, "You can buy 30,000 or 50,000 yuan, and Director Liu can make the decision. Don't be foolish about selling it for 3,000 yuan."

The old man patted Zhong Yue on the shoulder twice, then went downstairs. Zhong Yue shook his head, laughing and crying, he was not here to sell it!

Zhong Yue walked into the office and saw Liu Yongxin pouring tea.

"Director Liu."

"Oh, Zhong Yue. Long time no see, sit down."

Zhong Yue sat on the rusty chair and said, "Director Liu, I'll come this time..."

"I understand." Liu Yongxin, who knew everything, handed the porcelain cup to Zhong Yue, "How is Lao Zhang's health recently?"

"Yeah, it's pretty good."

Liu Yongxin was chaotic and started to get married, which made Zhong Yue a little confused, and he almost recognized Zhong Yue as his godson.

"A Yue..."

"Director Liu, I'm here this time..."

"I understand, it's the seller of the ink market, right? Look, the ink industry is in a downturn now, and the output is getting worse day by day. Look, take the ink market first and try to produce one or two batches. If the sales are good, we will collect it again, otherwise... I really can't help it. This is a precedent that has been broken in view of your master. Otherwise, I would never dare to collect the ink market like you, who is not clear about the origins of Mo market like you."

Liu Yongxin seemed to have eaten Zhong Yue, picked up the porcelain cup and blew the tea leaves on it.

Zhong Yue said: "Director Liu, I am not here to sell Mo Fang."

"Oh? Then what are you asking me for?"

"I want to talk to you about whether this ink factory can acquire it."

hiss.

Ahem!

The hot tea in the porcelain cup almost spilled on Liu Yongxin's pants. He quickly put down the porcelain cup, wiped the tissue, and smiled and said, "Purchase? Zhong Yue, are you kidding me? Who will buy it?"

"I."

"Haha, you must be here to sell Mo Fang today. I guess you will make up a purchase to fool me. Let me tell you that this Mo Fang costs 3,000 yuan. If it can be put into production, don't tell me about other things that are not available."

Zhong Yue understood that it would be unbelievable, so he placed a prepared document in front of Liu Yongxin, "Look at this and you will know if I'm nonsense."

Liu Yongxin narrowed his eyes and looked at the document handed over by Zhong Yue.

"Three hundred million? A little paint?"

Zhong Yue said: "Now, can you talk about the acquisition?"

Liu Yongxin sat upright, "It seems that Ah Fu came to find contact for you before. You came here to find a thorough investigation. But I advise you to give up."

"What's the meaning?"

"This ink factory cannot be acquired."

Zhong Yue said lightly: "Why?"

"This factory is not mine. If you want to acquire it, you can go to the county."

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Chapter completed!