Cao Morong looked at Zhong Yue's confident look and felt sneering. This young man was really stubborn. He could hold on for a while, and for a lifetime? Do you really think he is the omnipotent king?

I don’t know where Qi Yanmo’s prescription was obtained, but Cao Morong firmly believed that even if Zhong Yue had Song Yanmo’s prescription, he would not be as good as Cao Gongsu’s product, otherwise he would have taken it out to compete with him. Even if he went to find Song Yanmo’s prescription to process ink ingots, it would take at least half a year for the ancient method of drying ink. What confidence does he have to say that a little lacquer pine Yanmo’s ink can beat Cao Gongsu?

"Mr. Zhong, you are boring to fire a short cannon here. Since it's a Douyin, why not add some lottery?"

This person is prone to losing his mind when he is greedy. When he hears Cao Morong say this, Zhong Yue smiles even more playfully: "Oh? What are you talking about?"

"We ink makers are vulgar, and gambling is all craftsmen. The craftsmen like the most is Mo Fang. Look at us, the loser will take out the Mo Fang, how about it?"

When the people present heard this, they were in an uproar.

"My God, this is not a small bet, it's a bet on wealth!"

"You are superficial. The Cao family is still the Cao family before? The Cao family in Shanghai is comparable to dozens of Cao Gong's simple ink industries. In the eyes of Mr. Cao, he was just interested in a little lacquer smoke ink, so he just found an appropriate reason."

When Li Qiancheng saw Tu Qiong, he quickly stood up, "Mr. Zhong, don't be impulsive. Don't be fooled. If Mo Fang loses, a little bit of paint will be finished!"

Zhong Yue smiled and said, "Mr. Cao, you see that the managers of our company understand the truth more than you."

Cao Morong heard Zhong Yue's ridicule and said, "How could it be? Ink making is nothing more than the ratio of ink and glue. As for other ingredients, it's just a small head. Learn from each other and improve the products, so that we can promote the continuous development of Hui ink. Mr. Zhong cannot cherish it by himself and look petty."

"Haha, so Mr. Cao, you don't understand ink." Zhong Yue didn't explain. Although the ratio of ink and glue is important, although these other ingredients are not many, it is very different in the color, fragrance and texture of ink. [Ten Thousand Pestle], one qian and seven cents of pearl powder should be added to the three pounds of ink, which plays a crucial role in the smoothness of the pen on the paper.

When Cao Morong saw that Zhong Yue was not deceived, he was also in his heart. After all, the key to being able to achieve such a successful young man is to start from scratch. Putting aside the relationship between competitors, Cao Morong still admires the young man in front of him.

"Since Mr. Zhong said that, let's pretend that Cao didn't say it."

"But I heard that Cao treasured the ancient formula of the first-grade purple jade light in ancient ink back then. I wonder if Mr. Cao dared to take it out to bet?"

Cao Morong's pupils shrank, and the smile on the corner of his mouth became even stronger. He was still ambitious after all.

"You mean, you exchanged the two prescriptions of your little paint for our Cao family's imperial prescription back then?"

“One change one.”

"Then you can just be more cheerful, which one else have you seen?"

Zhong Yue smiled and said, "Tianchen Qingqilin."

Cao Morong said: "Although these two ancient ink recipes exist, the ink making method has long been lost. Mr. Zhong still wants it?"

"It doesn't matter."

"Okay, everyone, you can testify, this is what Mr. Zhong said in person."

Li Qiancheng almost fainted, and his forehead was sweating coldly. No, he didn't want to stay in this place anymore, so he couldn't breathe! If Mo Fang really lost to Cao Gongsu, the situation... would be uncontrollable!

Now he must leave the venue first and call Ouyang Guoqing to report on the situation, otherwise it would be his dereliction of duty!

Zhong Yue looked at Cao Morong's red face, smiled and said, "I have to wait for three days."

Seeing Zhong Yue's smile fade, Cao Morong put down the last warning in his heart. Three days? Even if it is thirty days, what tricks can you do? Unlike lacquer smoke ink, it can only be made by natural drying, evaporating, pressurizing and other means, which will only cause the ink ingot to crack and lose its ink quality.

It will naturally dry in the dark, even one or two ounces of ink ingots will take six months.

Cao Morong said: "Since it's Douyin, the ink ingots of our two sides should have their own unique signs, right?"

"nature."

"Okay, after three days, I will still be here. Of course, it's Mr. Zhong's reputation problem."

Zhong Yue smiled and said, "I always keep my word."

In the eyes of others, Zhong Yue undoubtedly did something extremely stupid. Even they could not copy the two ancient methods of Cao Gongsu themselves. They only dared to use a simple code name called Zi Yu and Qing Qilin as a substitute. Although this ancient formula is rare, it cannot be converted into commercial value. However, the two prescriptions with a little paint have proved that it can indeed improve the quality of ink to a higher level. Then, no matter how you bet, it will be Zhong Yue's loss.

When Zhong Yue walked out of the venue, the reporters from the cultural sector immediately ran up. It was originally just a small cultural exchange meeting, and not many newspapers paid attention to this matter. However, now... this is simply explosive news in the cultural circle!

PK between the old giants and emerging forces in the Mo Industry!

The reporter could no longer suppress his excitement of promotion and salary increase, so he rushed up and said, "Hello, Mr. Zhong, I am a reporter from Huizhou Daily. Can you ask you a few questions?"

Zhong Yue's phone rang.

"Oh, wait a moment."

Ouyang Guoqing's voice was a little heavy, "Zhong Yue, it's not that I don't trust you, but as an entrepreneur and a leader, your actions will be unwise no matter how you analyze them."

"Then do you agree with my decision?" Zhong Yue asked.

"I keep my opinion." The phone hung up, Ouyang Guoqing did not agree or disagree.

Zhong Yue looked at the reporter with thick lenses and smiled and said, "What are you doing? I'm in a hurry."

"No...no problem." The reporter also wanted to ask Zhong Yue what confidence he had in Dou Mo, but from the phone just now, he had already realized that confidence that could not be described in words. He knew that Zhong Yue would not disclose some questions, so he naturally didn't ask. However, seeing the young face that created too many miracles, it seemed that everything, in the eyes of others, was impossible in Zhong Yue's hands, even if it succeeded, it would become normal.

He is a man who creates miracles!

The reporter held up his glasses, and in a trance, he saw the leaving back and shouted: "Mr. Zhong!"

"Is there anything else?"

A reporter from the daily newspaper smiled and said, "I am also your fan."

"Thanks."

"Come on!"

"I will."
Chapter completed!