As soon as Cao Danqing returned to Shanghai, Zhong Yue prepared to go back to Huizhou. The university had just started one month, and it was another long holiday. Mid-Autumn Festival and two holidays were spent, and five days in a row. Taking advantage of this long holiday, Zhong Yue and Zhang Laifu greeted him, bought a high-speed rail ticket, and went back to Huizhou directly.

Zhong Yue, who was sitting in the high-speed train, was also very busy.

"You are quite good at picking things. When I get off the plane, you will take a bus back to Huizhou. Do you have any skills when I am not here?"

When Zhong Yue heard Cao Danqing's stern words, he said, "Don't worry, teacher, I have not stopped writing."

"Haha, come back for a small exam!"

"..." Zhong Yue immediately changed his tone, "I put a box of Mid-Autumn Festival gifts in your studio, let's take a look."

"Start bribing the teacher?"

"Where? Disciple respects the teacher, is there any mistake?"

The sound of Cao Danqing changing into slippers came from the other end of the phone, "Okay. Go home and rest with peace of mind. I'm tired after half a month on the business trip, so I'll have a few days off."

"Then let's do it first. By the way, teacher, that mooncake gift box is very expensive. Don't even look at it, you'll give it to someone."

"You guy! Are you afraid that I don't know you've spent money? I know, isn't it just mooncakes? It's too much to die every year. OK, I'll see it."

Zhong Yue nodded and said, "That's OK."

The Jinzun gift box was specially prepared by their company for cultural celebrities. It is estimated that only a few thousand sets of finished products, so Zhong Yue didn't dare to take them too much. In addition to the three sets given to Mr. Xi and Mr. Han and Cao Danqing, he only brought two sets when he came back, in case of emergency.

After dealing with Cao Danqing here, Ouyang Kaishan called, which he rarely encountered. A little bit of paint here was Ouyang Guoqing contacted him. Since the golden wedding ceremony was settled, Ouyang Kaishan had not contacted him much. After all, the entire Ouyang International was not serving Zhong Yue alone.

"Mr. Ouyang."

"Zhong Yue, this time you go back to Huizhou, I hope you can make something happen."

"You said."

"Didn't you say before that the business of the old Mo Factory you visited has been in a downturn? Without your own brand, such a factory is destined to be eliminated by the times. You are now the legal representative of Little Paint, so what I mean, if you talk about it, it's best to be able to acquire."

"Merger and acquisition? Mr. Ouyang, this..."

Zhong Yue was still a little confused. You know, Zhong Yue is now like a hand-off manager. Although he is a little bit of a lacquer legal representative, after all, he has never taken care of anything. Zhong Yue has no intention of caring about the company's business, sales, production, operations, etc. If you spend energy, you will almost be too busy. Recently, he has been thinking about Yongxin's affairs and has less time practicing calligraphy and painting. When he returns to Huizhou, he just adjusts his mentality.

"I know you haven't experienced it. When we talk, we will encounter the troubles of the past again. You know, Ouyang International is a giant and will not change its big strategy, so if you are the only thing that can paint here, even if the merger and acquisition is not good, it is also a good choice as an OEM. I heard from the National Youth that the Jinzun series requires handmade ancient methods, which is currently a scarce labor force in Shanghai."

"This is something to talk about."

Ouyang Kaishan smiled and said, "Well, you decide. But even if the merger and acquisition, the Ouyang family's strength can be eaten. If the Mid-Autumn Festival operation is successful, a little painted heel in Shanghai will stand firm."

“It will definitely be.”

The high-speed trains were exchanged between the city and the mountains. A few hours later, Zhong Yue returned to this familiar city.

After a light car trip, Zhong Yue returned to Z County and was about to visit Li Deming first.

"Today is not a good day..." Li Deming met on the 135th day, but today is Tuesday, so Zhong Yue had to call Zhao Zhimin with shamelessness.

The familiar bluestone bricks and evergreen birch trees in the alley were visited for two months, but it seemed like a few spring and autumns were separated by several spring and autumn.

"Uncle Zhao."

"Come in, you are a distinguished guest now. The former county leaders were gone on Tuesday. When the master heard that you were here, he made an exception."

"Just just came back, everyone walked to the entrance of the alley. Thinking of Mr. Li's rules, I went there for nothing but a waste of time and brought some things over." Zhong Yue handed a gift box in his hand to Zhao Zhimin.

"Not my share?"

Zhong Yue smiled embarrassedly, "It's hard for me. I went to Shanghai to study, but I didn't make a fortune, so how could I return to my hometown with glory?"

"Are you still happy to return home? Xiling Seal Society, the teacher is just a director who is on duty, and he is still slightly inferior to publishing books. You have only been there for two months and have sent the books to your home."

"Haha, luck. Mr. Xi Qichang from Shanghai happened to know Mr. Qian Yunyao from Xiling, who was the one who wanted to publish the Lingfei Jing, so it was said that he would write it, which was also a kind of support."

Zhao Zhimin smiled and said, "You need not say it, the preface is all written. What are the plans for coming this time?"

"What are the plans? I'm going to celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival, my master is still alive, so I can't marry a wife and forget my mother."

"Haha, god is so fucking marrying a wife..."

The two of them came to the study room behind them, talking and laughing.

Li Deming was still wearing a long gown, but the weather was cold, and the material looked much thicker. "What are you saying, so happy?"

Zhong Yue smiled and said, "Old Li, don't be fine. Uncle Zhao and I are talking about how many days to rest in the countryside this time."

"Are you still used to eating and living in Shanghai?"

"fine."

Li Deming had already made tea, "You said on the phone that you were under Cao Danqing?"

"Well, the old professor of Huamei is now in a state of half-retirement but not retirement. I have a lot of things to do. If I really study in school, I'm afraid I'm not able to do anything, which is much more convenient."

"Cao Danqing is pretty good. I have read his article "Sketching Destroys Chinese Paintings". There is indeed some basis for it. It is a combination of Chinese and Western styles, and it is inappropriate. It is really not necessary to learn such things."

Zhong Yue smiled and did not interrupt.

"Your small calligraphy has made progress quite quickly, which is beyond my expectations."

"Maybe it's because I have practiced lacquer books for a long time, and I will understand all the methods."

Zhao Zhimin put the washed tea set on the table, "You will stick gild on your face. If your master praises you, it will swell."

"Zhimin, this is not a praising, it is a fact."

“…”

Zhong Yue said: "Mr. Ouyang and I are in Shanghai and have a brand of the ink ingot I gave you. You can take a look at what we bring this time."

"I forgot if you don't mention it. I used this thing for a few old friends. They all said they wanted to buy a few ingots, but when they went to Dexuan, they were sold out of stock."

"This is mine. The main reason is that the production and supply are not enough. I am busy with my studies and have no time to make ink. Pang Jun and I have also explained it."

Li Deming nodded and said, "You must keep your true heart, and your utilitarianism is like a cloud. Now you are keen on this, and what you lose is your youth."

"I know that the Ouyang family is responsible for the little paint business."

Zhao Zhimin was stunned, "Are you afraid of being undermined? The company is not yours at that time."

Zhong Yue looked at Zhao Zhimin who was a little surprised and said, "The company is not mine."

“…”

Zhong Yue suddenly remembered something, turned around and took out a small box from his schoolbag, and said, "By the way, Mr. Li. I don't know if you know anything about coins. I got a coin in Shanghai. I said I can't get it. You are a master of Jinshi, so maybe you have some research."

"Coins? Take them to me and take a look."

Zhong Yue opened the small box and there were a lot of desiccant inside. This was what Xi Qichang told. This kind of copper coins are easily oxidized. If the air is too humid, there will be more copper rust. Some collection measures are still necessary.

"Where did you get this coin?"

“Shopped.”

Li Deming stood up, searched in the bookcase behind him, pulled out an ancient book from the shoulder-length bookshelf, and turned around and walked over, "If I read it correctly, it's roughly it."

"What you mean is Gan Ming Tongbao from Northern Qi."

Li Deming sat down, it was not my intention. This book "Qianlu Baotong" was written by a collection of people in the Ming Dynasty. The year name of Gan Ming was the first year name of the deposed emperor of the Northern Qi Dynasty. The first year of coins were the most common, but it took less than a few months, so after more than 1,400 years, the coins of Gan next year were rare in the world. I only saw the appearance from this book.

Zhong Yue compared the style of the Gan Ming Tongbao drawn by the Mingren, which was indeed similar to the one in his hand.

"It's a pity, the most important word has been corroded."

It is okay to corrode "tong" or "treasure", but as a result, it corrodes the word "ming", which is a bit unsatisfactory.

Li Deming continued: "But the value of this money is still very high. If I had to give it a market value, it might be around 800,000."

"800,000?" Zhao Zhimin jumped up, "Master, your price is a bit exaggerated. Now the money of those carved mothers on the market is only about 100,000. You can set 800,000 for this coin with flowing copper..."

Li Deming looked at Zhao Zhimin, "Why is the money of the mother carving expensive? That's because it's rare, but no matter how small it is, hundreds of them can be found. This Gan Ming Tongbao, you see the book, it was almost extinct in the Ming Dynasty. This person who wrote the book also borrowed one from a friend and drew it, which was enough to show the scarcity. 800,000, I think it's all priceless."

"Zhong Yue, why are your little hand so hot?"

"This is what I said, Uncle Zhao, I have eyesight!"

"Eyes? You don't know anything. It was the square stone seal before, and then it was Hailan Huanghuali. Now this Ganming Tongbao from Northern Qi! I really admire you! When is it so easy to pick up this bargain?"

Zhong Yue put away the coins and smiled, "Then I don't know. Mr. Li, then I'll go back first. Come here to reminisce about the past next day."

Li Deming is counting his days and spending the rest of his life now, nodding and said, "Okay. By the way, Zhong Yue. Are you interested in learning seal carving?"

"..." Zhong Yue said a little reluctantly, "Old Li really wants to learn, but now he is so busy that he is really powerless."

Li Deming looked at Zhong Yue with a tired look, "Then let it go. Our She School is also the best in the seal carving school. If you are interested, I can teach you."

"Then I'll thank Mr. Li in advance."
Chapter completed!