After lunch, the autumn shines brightly.

Most of the sycamore leaves fell. The study was very lively. Xi Qichang and Han Qi were retired at home. When Zhong Yue said that he had bought something from Yongxin and wanted them to have a palm, he was naturally happy. He communicated with the old men and women of the Calligraphy Association, and always felt lifeless and communicated with young people. This was interesting.

"Zhong Yue, why didn't you call me when you went to Yongxin in the morning? I haven't been there for a long time."

When Zhong Yue saw Xi Qichang's energetic look, he asked, "Didn't the old lady come with you?"

"She, after packing up the dishes, she went shopping with her good sisters. Tell me, she is already in her seventies and eighties, and she is still imitating the little girl to dress up. It's really...haha."

Han Qi, who was standing aside, was even more open-minded, "So, it's still my own pleasure. My wife left early, so she's free of worries. She eats whatever she likes and does whatever she wants to do every day."

Xi Qichang glanced at Han Qi, who was careless and muttered: "When you fall down, you can see if you are still happy."

Ouyang Ming came in with a few bags, "Old Han, Mr. Xi, are all here."

"Amin, why are you here too?"

Zhong Yue said: "Aming is the protagonist. He is not a good person on weekdays and can only make more than 100,000 yuan when he takes action, just like buying cabbage."

"Oh? Amin, I tell you that the water in Yongxin is very deep, you must look at more and buy less. Your second uncle... Forget it, let's not talk about it. Let me see what you have bought this time."

Zhong Yue also heard Xi Qichang talk about Ouyang Guoqing on the phone. It turned out that this antique loser has its origins. Ouyang Guoqing is a famous figure in Yongxin, and even in the collection industry in Shanghai, it is important. It is not because of his sarcastic vision, but because of the tens of millions or even over 100 million antiques he bought were mostly fakes.

I guess I paid this tuition from kindergarten to postdoctoral fellow...

Of course, for the Ouyang family, this is not a big deal. The total price of Ouyang Ming's cars is over 10 million. Ouyang Guoqing did not hold power before, and was deeply loved by Mrs. Xia, so he naturally had a lot of wealth. However, this cultural and entertainment appraisal really does not have this talent, and he always wants to find a bargain. As a result, he is not sure what he bought in the storage room is real and which are fake.

Obviously, Ouyang Ming is now developing towards this...

"Old Mr. Xi, this time is amazing, Qianlong official kiln!"

When Xi Qichang heard these four words, he smiled and shook his head and said, "How many did you buy it?"

"Ninety thousand."

"Aming, now the antique market, the most fakes are Ming and Qing porcelains, such as Qianlong official kilns and Yongle official kilns. These porcelains from the symbolic period should not be touched as much as possible, as the water is too deep."

Ouyang Ming raised his eyebrows, "No, this, I think it seems to be true. My second uncle and I have learned it."

Han Qi laughed. After all, they are old friends with Ouyang Kaishan, so when they see Ouyang Guoqing or Ouyang Ming, they are like juniors in their own family. They don’t have to rely on the Ouyang family for anything. They said directly: “What can you learn from your second uncle’s half-baked appraisal level?”

Ouyang Ming thought of slapping the two old men in the face with facts later, so he changed the subject and handed the two gift boxes in his hand to Xi Qichang and Han Qi.

"Yeah, you also bring a gift?"

Zhong Yue smiled and said, "This is the Mid-Autumn Festival gift box that we will launch soon. Now during the festivals, are you giving wine and cigarettes? It's too uncontent, and you can just give money, that's even more boring. So the Mid-Autumn Festival gift box we launched this time is mainly the four treasures of high-end study."

"Well, this is a bit interesting. But Zhong Yue, don't spend all your thoughts on making money. You can't make enough money in your life, but people's energy is limited."

Zhong Yue smiled and said, "How can I understand company management? These are all the people in charge of Mr. Guoqing. Amin mentioned it during the meal. I think you two can't just go there for nothing, just let him go to the company to get two sets."

Ouyang Ming said: "There are two main products here, and there is a mooncake specially customized in Ouya."

"Haha, this Mid-Autumn Festival gift box is worth a lot of money, right?"

Ouyang Ming smiled slightly, "6688 yuan."

Zhong Yue still remembers going to the supermarket a few years ago to complain about the absurd price of the Mid-Autumn Festival gift boxes, but he never expected that the main products in his company now also wanted to promote such products. However, that kind of Mid-Autumn Festival gift boxes are purely over-packaging, throwing away those gift boxes that do not have, and the remaining mooncakes themselves may be worth dozens of yuan.

However, this time Zhong Yue agreed to Ouyang Guoqing's proposal because the appearance packaging of their gift box did not look much luxurious, mainly because it contained a handmade ink ingot and an ink ingot produced on an artificial assembly line.

There are some lacquer in the golden jar and some lacquer in the silver jar. According to the current market trend, major study shops that sell ancient stationery supplies have long been sold out.

This is also a big move that Ouyang Guoqing has been holding it in for almost half a month and is about to release.

Xi Qichang and Han Qi didn't ask about the specific activities about some paint. Zhong Yue was able to give them what had not yet been put into the market, which was a kind of trust.

"Mooncakes are secondly, your ink is really easy to use. Especially this golden cup, no matter what kind of cup it is, anyway, I went to many study rooms, and the price has been sold to more than 3,000 yuan."

Zhong Yue smiled slightly. What he feared most in this kind of ancient ink industry is whether it is high or low. Either the things you make are top products, and there are naturally fixed consumers. Even if a little painted gold bottle product is sold for 10,000 yuan, someone will still pay for it. Or, it is to make low-end products, ink, and low-end ink ingots. These products are targeted at consumers who only regard calligraphy or Chinese painting as hobbies and practice calligraphy every day, and are not very exquisite. For them, spending two or three thousand to buy an ink ingot is undoubtedly a fantasy.

I am afraid that the ink you make is very expensive and the investment in the channel is not small. However, the quality is not good, which is fatal. The formula of a little paint, coupled with Zhong Yue's intermediate ink making technology, completely meets the requirements of high-end ancient ink, and naturally wins a good reputation.

"Sanqian, go and look for it now. If you can buy Sanqian, you can pull a truck for me." Xi Qichang rarely accepts gifts. After all, when you come to the door to give gifts, it is a favor. It is also a problem to ask for any inscriptions and meetings. However, he is very satisfied with this early Mid-Autumn Festival gift, and it is expensive and practical.
Chapter completed!