Today's brushwork learning time was consumed by Zhong Yue's repeated resets, and he didn't even get the last hair, which was a bit regretful.

He exited the writing system and the phone rang.

"Hello?"

"Zhong Yue, you have called you several times, why don't you answer?"

Zhong Yue heard that it was Pang Jun's voice and asked, "Brother Pang, what's the matter? I've been a little busy lately, so I may not see it."

"You forgot about Mo Ding."

Zhong Yue remembered it and asked, "What's wrong with the ink ingot? Is there any problem with using it?"

“Sold out.”

“…”

Zhong Yue was a little surprised. In just a few days, half a tael of each piece, a total of half a pound of ink ingots. The total amount was 10,000 yuan, and it was sold out?

Ink ingots are not like ink. A good ink ingot can ink three or four hundred milliliters of ink. If you are a person who occasionally writes calligraphy, you may not be able to use it in one or two months. Originally, Zhong Yue thought that it would be a big incense to sell it in a month, but in just a few days, they were sold out?

"Really or false?" Zhong Yue was a little disbelief.

"Do you still remember the old Cai you met in the study?"

"how?"

"I had a good relationship with him, so I asked him to try it. I bought five pieces with my pension and brought in a few old friends. I directly swept the goods. Now there are many people who have used your ink ingots and want to ask for purchases. I have said a long time ago that your ink ingots are of better quality and color than the ink ingots produced at the peak of the old ink factory forty or fifty years ago. The price of one thousand is good and cheap. At that time, the inventory of ink ingots left behind has increased to more than two thousand. Your one thousand yuan is just suitable for daily copying."

Ah…pension.

Your uncle is still your uncle.

Five breaths are five thousand yuan, and it doesn’t blink at all. Jin Nong is right. If you want to use calligraphy at a higher level, it will really cost money...

"Zhong Yue, I suggest that if you have a formula for this ink ingot, you should find a mold immediately after the batch of six months. You can take it back like a square and ordinary ink ingot, and you can only use it as a copy. It would be shabby to take it out to give gifts."

Pang Jun also knows the process of making ink. Good ink ingots must be dried in the dark. It would not be too much to spend half a year, otherwise why should they be sold so expensive? If you use an oven to dry, it will greatly affect the quality of the ink ingots.

"Is it connotation to be low-key?"

Pang Jun smiled, "Then you have to have a logo. If you are a batch of old mos, just give up. It is really made of formula. A Yue, if you want to become famous, you must have your own brand. Otherwise, it will be difficult to open up sales through word of mouth."

Zhong Yue understood what Pang Jun meant. If there is a formula, if there is no brand, then once you find a factory to process it, once the formula is leaked, you will be uncompetitive. However, it will be different if you have a brand. Even if the formula is leaked, you will be famous for your own 500-pound oil and occupy the market, consumers will recognize this century-old recipe.

However, Zhong Yue has not yet entered the business world. Selling some ink ingots is purely to relieve some of his nervousness. After all, he is going to Songhu, and he doesn’t have one hundred thousand or eighty thousand in his hand, so he is uneasy to go.

He also packed the twenty ink ingots made in the system neatly and prepared to go to the city to find Pang Jun to sell it on behalf of him.

Zhong Yue’s money is only 60,000 or 70,000 yuan. For a college student, this is indeed a considerable amount. But the problem is that Zhong Yue still has a system. Who knows when a plot task suddenly appears. If you have to spend money at that time, it will be embarrassing.

Others write and draw to make money, while Zhong Yue earns money to write and draw.

As for what kind of OEM factory to look for, it is not what Zhong Yue wants to think about for the time being. His main focus now is not to make money.

...

...

In the conference room of the Cultural Center, the participation in the Municipal College Student Calligraphy Grand Prix is ​​carried out here.

The ten candidate works selected are scored by on-site review and placed on the exhibition hall drawing board. If it is an ordinary municipal calligraphy competition, it will not be so grand. It needs to be hosted by the Academy of Fine Arts, participated in the Calligraphy Association, and reviewed by the Municipal Cultural Office. The key is that this competition involves the admission ticket issue for a national competition in the future.

Several directors of the Cultural Office, backbone of the Calligraphy Association and several heads of the Cultural Center sat in the conference room, looking at the ten works in the exhibition hall window, and discussing the evaluation of awards.

"According to the award evaluation, several leaders have won the highest evaluation of the calligrapher on site this time, this forty-three lines of "Lingfei Jing"."

An old man with gray temples and presbyopia eyes narrowed his eyes, "Oh? Is it the work that has been hyped up by newspaper media recently?"

Zhang Shaolin smiled and said, "Location Director, yes."

Fang Wenshan, this is Zhang Shaolin's old friend. He was a fellow disciple at the beginning. Fang Wenshan was in politics early and got to the position of director of the Cultural Office. At that time, Zhang Shaolin laughed at his junior brother for being drunk and fame and fortune. As a result, in his later years, he also got to the establishment. Although he used to be called Xiaoshan Xiaoshan, he still called Director of the House at work.

It can be said that most of the factors that Zhang Shaolin was able to become the director of this cultural center, and that this junior brother of the same school helped him.

"Well, from the brushwork, it is true that the quality of this work is indeed higher than that of these other works. However, when it comes to using ink, it is still slightly flawed when you look closely."

Although Fang Wenshan has not touched the pen and ink for many years, his eyes are still as vicious as ever.

Zhang Cunli, who was sitting below, hesitated for a moment, and stood up and said, "Director, I'll explain this matter."

"Oh, it's a gift. You said, "Although we are in the conference hall, we were all old friends from the Calligraphy Association at the time."

"A piece of felt was missing on the scene at that time, so Zhong Yue's work was written on a red turban. You also know that this kind of fabric used for decoration does not absorb water, so where the ink mark is slightly heavier, it will not easily absorb ink, and it will easily melt when it stays on the paper."

Fang Wenshan was carrying his hands and paced back and forth in front of several works. Several deputy directors of the Cultural Office behind him also stopped to review them one by one.

"That's how difficult it is for this little comrade."

In fact, this influence is very small for Zhong Yue. Because Zhong Yue's brushwork moves very quickly and is even more rapid when writing Lingfei Sutra, the ink traces often drag along the brush strokes before they melt. There are only a few subtle points of turning, and there are signs of using ink to melt like this.

"Director, you can't say that. There is always an accident in the painting and calligraphy on the spot, and this is not a reason."

"Well. But this work is pretty good. Just give me a second prize. This imitation of Yan Qinli Monument brings the first prize."

Zhang Cunli frowned and suggested: "These two works are obviously not on the same level. The house director, isn't this right?"

"Old Zhang, this is not the reason. What is the theme of our competition? Spiritual civilization construction! This Lingfei Sutra, Taoist scripture, mentions the first prize, is inappropriate! It is still the content of this Yan Qinli Monument that matches the theme."

"This...the content is determined to die by Director Wu."

"If you keep the rituals, people move to live, and trees move to die. This is a requirement that you have to select the original text of the inscription and calligraphy by yourself. Needless to say, just the excerpt of Yan Qinli stele, Yan's body is a masterpiece."

Several participants from the Calligraphy Association remained silent.

To be honest, of course, this painting of Lingfei Jing's small regular script undoubtedly won the first prize, but since ancient times, there is no first in literature and no second in martial arts. In the eyes of laymen, it is difficult to judge the superiority of two works in different styles.

A few people with strong eyes clearly felt that Fang Wenshan was biased against this Lingfei Sutra, so he stopped getting into trouble.

Huang Mingchuan wanted to open his mouth, but Zhang Shaolin, who was standing beside him, glanced at him in a vague way and stopped talking.

After the meeting ended, Huang Mingchuan walked over.

"Old Zhang, the layman is watching the fun. Do we know who is better or worse? Zhong Yue's Lingfei Sutra is obviously much better than Huang Xu's style in terms of writing skills and layout. Why don't you ask if the house director does this?"

Zhang Shaolin looked around and said in a low voice: "Old Huang, have you forgotten about Ouyang International's previous incident? It was a disagreement and the boss was naturally unhappy. Do you think it's appropriate to let Zhong Yue win the first prize this time? Don't worry, the second prize is also good, let alone Huang Xu's work is also remarkable, and it is not an exaggeration to rate the first prize."

"But this is related to the National Youth Cup next year. According to the rules, there are only three places in the city, and only one recommended by universities in previous years. This prize is related to the admission ticket issue."

Zhang Shaolin smiled and said, "Do you think that even if you give Zhong Yue the first prize, he will be able to win the National Youth Cup? I have been thinking too much. We have not even gained the National Youth Cup for many years. We are still given to the Central American students. The top students of Gome and a few disciples who are all disciples to accompany you? Zhong Yue's small regular script is well written, but if you look closely, it is still a bit insufficient. The requirements for regular script are much stricter than other styles, especially small regular script, which is not allowed to make any mistakes. Zhong Yue is still a little tender when he wants to go to the National Youth Cup."

"this……"

"Okay, Lao Huang. This matter depends on how the Cultural Office arranges it. We are just a fight. Why are you still so serious?"

"Oh... I'll be done sooner or later!"

Zhang Shaolin said: "Don't worry about it all. Our Calligraphy Association has so many good seedlings, so this one is not bad, right?"

"It's not the case."

"Okay. Mingchuan, after so many years, don't you and I know the tricks in this kind of competition?"

Huang Mingchuan choked up all of a sudden.

"I'm afraid this...is not easy to explain to the public?"

"It's not a big competition, not many people will pay attention to it. I didn't know which one was boring before, but I actually posted a front-page headline. Look, it's only a few days now, so there's no popularity."

When Zhang Shaolin saw that Fang Wenshan had a few cultural offices came out, he hurriedly followed, "Wenshan, let's get together today."
Chapter completed!