This year's Lantern Festival is exactly the weekend and a three-day holiday, which makes people who have returned to work lazy. Of course, for Huizhou citizens, there is a competition that they have to watch for this Lantern Festival - Doumo Club.

For most people, Doumohui is like a very fresh noun, as if I have never heard of it in my impression. However, for the ink friends in the collection industry and the ink-making masters, Doumohui has existed since ancient times. In Huizhou, a city with ink civilization, it can be traced back thousands of years.

At first, it was not called Douyin, but a discussion between famous ink makers and literati and poets in the industry to improve the quality of ink products. Ink makers can take this opportunity to ask for works of famous calligraphy and paintings, and literati and poets can choose the right ink products they like.

However, gradually, after the literary meeting was led by the Mo merchants, the nature gradually evolved into a battle of fighting against the superiority of the Mo, so this is called Dou Mo.

Li Qiancheng waited in the peach forest early in the morning. He held the steering wheel nervously, and he was really unsure of today's Doumohui. According to the previous agreement, this ink product must be produced by our factory and cannot be found for substitutes. Therefore, even if Li Qiancheng got the best pine ink in Huizhou, as long as it has a manufacturer, it will be considered a violation.

As for those without manufacturers, it is naturally impossible to have a production logo with a little paint. If you want to find someone to process it, it is not allowed in time. He saw Zhong Yue, who was walking out of the door with a leather box in the rearview mirror, and murmured: "Mr. Zhong, don't have any problems..."

He didn't know if he, as a manager, could return to Ouyang International to be his head of the human resources department if he finished playing a little bit of paint this time.

He got out of the car, helped Zhong Yue open the car door, and handed over a thermal insulation box.

"What's this?"

"You want to have a meal."

Zhong Yue smiled and said, "You can't let me go to the county and buy it on the way before eating?"

"I'm afraid of missing time, don't worry, I feel hot!"

"Thank you, Manager Li." Zhong Yue got into the car and placed the leather box on the sofa beside him.

The car had already adjusted the front of the car, so Li Qiancheng started it directly. Zhong Yue opened the insulation box and saw the rice in the form of "big macabre", and suddenly there was a black thread, "This..."

"Mr. Zhong, what? Isn't this the rice you want to eat? It's impossible, I bought it from the previous store."

"Is this too big?" Zhong Yue looked at the rice, fried dough sticks, sausages, tenderloin, peanuts, meat floss in the box, and seemed to have other ingredients. Compared with this colorful interior, the glutinous rice outside became a foil.

Li Qiancheng smiled embarrassedly, "I don't know Mr. Zhong's taste, so I just added it."

Zhong Yue smiled awkwardly, "Thank you."

"There are also salty soy milk in the bottom box, but I think it's spoiled, so you shouldn't drink it."

Zhong Yue was stunned, "It's spoiled? How could it spoiled when I bought it in the morning?" He has been drinking soy milk for more than ten years and has never heard of it. There are freshly ground spoiled soy milk.

Li Qiancheng said while driving: "I saw that the soy milk he fell down had condensed, as if it had deteriorated... I don't know very well. Usually, I drink soy milk white, why..."

Zhong Yue smiled and said, "That's it."

"Is that true..." Li Qiancheng smiled reluctantly, thinking, it's so strange to drink salty...

The Doumo Club was actually set up in the cultural center. Zhong Yue was looking forward to solving the giant along the way, but he didn't see where to hold the Doumo Club. When he saw this familiar building, he drank a sip of warm soy milk and breathed a sigh of relief, "It's so good."

Li Qiancheng thought to himself: I don’t know if you can still feel good after today. He is now on the same line as Zhong Yue. Maybe for Zhong Yue, this is a competition in his personal name, and for him, this is a major way to decide whether to eat meat or instant noodles for the rest of his life.

"Mr. Zhong..."

"Um?"

"You have confidence, right?"

Zhong Yue got out of the car, carried the leather box, and smiled and said, "Of course!" Li Qiancheng followed Zhong Yue and said, "Today, in addition to some experts in the ink industry, there are many people in the cultural circle of Huizhou coming here as another standard of consideration. Have you done what I asked you to do?"

"Yeah, I've sent someone to finish it."

Zhong Yue nodded and said, "Thank you for your hard work in the past few days, Manager Li has picked you up and dropped you off."

"Where is the matter."

Zhong Yue looked at the huge stele painting outside the Cultural Center, which was painted on it, symbolizing the long history of making pens, ink, paper and inkstones in Huizhou. He breathed a sigh of relief and said, "A little bit is like lacquer, and it remains true for thousands of years."

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Today, there are crowds of people in the cultural center, and many people come early to witness such a grand event in the Mo world.

On the second floor, Huang Xu and several students from Huizhou Academy of Fine Arts gathered together, and said with a sneer: "The evil ones are beaten by the evil ones. This kid doesn't know that the world is high and the earth is strong, and he actually provoked Cao Gongsu. I really don't know that when Cao Gongsu made the ink, his ancestors might still farm in the mountains. It's really a show of their own."

"Yes, a good student of calligraphy and painting, without writing calligraphy, came to challenge the old ink factory. What is this?"

Several people were smiling.

Huang Mingchuan and several old calligraphers from the Huizhou Calligraphy Association also came. He looked around and asked, "Did you see Mr. Liu?"

"No. But it seems that the beautiful Principal Kang has come. I just saw him standing in the Wenmo exhibition hall. Lao Huang, why are you looking for Mr. Liu?"

"Introducing Zhong Yue to the Huizhou Calligraphy Association."

Several people laughed and said, "Come on, do they care?"

"Zhonghe was elected after voting. As the new president, I naturally have to contribute to the Calligraphy Association. Zhong Yue's Calligraphy Association nomination was put on hold for nearly half a year, so wait..."

"Old Huang, I can't write anymore."

Huang Mingchuan's eyes darkened, "I missed it, but I missed it after all."

"Hey, Zhong Yue is here."

"Look, it's Zhong Yue."

Many citizens in Huizhou are all fans of Zhong Yue’s Weibo. Some are infected by the charm of calligraphy and Chinese paintings themselves, while others are admired by Zhong Yue’s character, calligraphy and personality charm. They spontaneously come to cheer up Zhong Yue.

The security guards in the venue put up a cordon with a serious expression to prevent crowding and trampling.

Zhong Yue entered the door with a leather box.

"Mr. Zhong!"

"Zhong Yue!"

"Mr. Buqi, when will you pick up your pen?"

"Teacher Zhong, come on!"

Zhong Yue originally thought it was just a dozen people fighting the Mo, but he didn't expect that so many people would gather. Looking at the enthusiastic citizens who were crowded with people outside the cordon, he felt a little itchy. If his appeal was really so powerful, then he would devote his own strength to Hui Mo's inheritance.

This move is worth it regardless of victory or defeat!

He stood on the red carpet and bowed to everyone in front of him, "Thank you for your support! Thank you for your no-no!"
Chapter completed!