When Zhong Yue returned to the county, he wanted to visit the Huang family. However, he had just visited the Gu family in the morning. He asked himself, "Now, Zhong Buqi, what do you want to do when you go to the Huang family?"

Wuming is out!

So Zhong Yuezhe returned to the countryside. When he walked to the Taolin, he saw a car parked, so he stopped.

The car door opened and he was an old man he didn't know.

If it were on the road, Zhong Yue would probably not even stop. But now, there is a family here, so the visitors will naturally come to him. It is unknown whether they are humans or ghosts.

"It's Mr. Zhong."

"Well, you are..."

"I am Cao Morong."

Zhong Yue has just recalled the names of Cao Morong and Cao Xilan recently, otherwise, in his impression, Cao Danqing might be the only one with the surname Cao.

"It turns out it's Mr. Cao. I wonder what advice can I give to you when I visit the humble house?"

"I dare not give advice, I want to say a few words to Mr. Zhong."

Zhong Yue was carrying a leather box and did not intend to invite Cao Morong to come in and sit. As soon as he opened his mouth, Zhong Yue knew what he was going to say.

"When the first time I was the most difficult time with a little paint, I politely declined. Now, Mr. Cao, you should understand the market conditions of the Mo Industry, so if it is about a little paint, I think it would be useless to say more."

Cao Morong smiled and said, "Mr. Zhong, don't be busy writing the conclusion. As far as I know, you are not involved in the operation of Lizhi Company. Your company is completely operated by Ouyang's family, so I have some words to ask Mr. Zhong to bring to Brother Kaishan. As for the final decision, it depends on you."

"Mr. Cao should have Mr. Ouyang's contact information. Why do you have to do this to make me a microphone?"

Cao Morong handed a letter to Zhong Yue and smiled and said, "This is for you."

He patted Zhong Yue on the shoulder, "Young man, I have been dealing with the Ouyang family for more than ten years. I just don't want to keep you in the dark about this matter, so I asked you to send a message so that you won't be treated as a chess piece and enjoy it. I won't drink tea anymore. Oh, by the way, this is the Huimo Cultural Exchange Conference in two days. I've prepared a few more for you. Whether to go or not, it's still the same thing, it's up to you."

"hehe."

Zhong Yue watched Cao Morong's every move coldly. The old fox was indeed an old fox, and his entire aura was completely under his control. It seemed that no matter how Zhong Yue made a decision, it had nothing to do with what he was going to say.

The car drove away like this, Zhong Yue raised his eyebrows and murmured: "How do you know how I cooperate with the Ouyang family?"

If Cao Morong knew that the most secret stock problem between the Ouyang family and Zhong Yue was that Zhong Yue held 100% of the shares, then he would not have traveled all the way to play such a big game. Because Ouyang Kaishan had already seen the situation today when the game started.

When Zhong Yue returned home, he made a pot of tea for himself. While looking at Cao Morong's letter, he called Ouyang Kaishan.

"Happy New Year, Zhong Yue."

"Mr. Ouyang, happy new year."

Ouyang Kaishan asked, "Listen to Aming, you have closed the pen? It's so good, why don't you write it?"

The same thing, Zhong Yue has said it many times. It seems that there must be a breakthrough in calligraphy as soon as possible. Although Zhong Yue has made a qualitative leap through the previous inheritance of calligraphy and painting, the brushwork is like a slowly accumulated quantitative change. The birth of a work is a qualitative change. From quantitative change to qualitative change, miracles and inspiration are needed. This is the charm of art.

Without the accumulation of quantitative change, we talk about qualitative change, and the works handed down from generation to generation are just the best among artists' works throughout their lives.

Zhong Yue and Ouyang Kaishan briefly said a few words about the situation in the calligraphy world, and then turned the conversation back to the main business, "Mr. Guoqing must have already told you about Cao Gongsu's return to Huizhou."

"Um."

"Today Cao Morong took me a letter and said that if Mr. Ouyang agreed to take some paint and belonged to Cao Gongsu, then he promised you that he might use 5% of Cao's Film's shares as a condition of exchange."

Cao Morong asked Zhong Yue to tell Ouyang Kaishan about this matter, which was a pity. First of all, even though Yi Qi now has the potential to become a leading company that is emerging overlord of the Mo industry, the overall industry prospects are not optimistic. The entire company is now worth 50 million, which is already a death-longer, but what about the market value of Cao's Film? More than 30 billion.

Five percent - more than six billion yuan, take more than six billion yuan to exchange for some paint. Not to mention Ouyang Kaishan, even Zhong Yue was moved.

The other end of the phone was silent for a moment, and suddenly a chuckle came, "Zhong Yue, do you know why I insisted on letting you hold 100% of the shares when I was talking about the company's shares issue?"

"Understand, be honest."

"That's right. No matter how free and easy you and I are, if there is a conflict in interests, even if the Ouyang family accounts for one percent, it is possible to create gaps in our cooperation. The so-called plan for the future was to prevent such a thing from happening today. If Little Paint was a subsidiary supported by Ouyang International, what do you think Cao Morong has thrown out such a big bait, how will the board of directors choose?"

"If I were Ouyang International's board of directors, I would have abandoned a little paint without hesitation."

"So, is this the answer you and I want?"

Zhong Yue leaned on the sofa, "I admire you very much." To a certain extent, this kind of derogatory word for planning ahead is to be cunning.

"Cao Morong understands that Ouyang Kaishan's appetite cannot be limited to Moye, so he took out such a large share as bait. If it works, then with this cooperative relationship, Ouyang International will definitely not be able to make a fuss in the cultural industry anymore, because the palms and backs of hands are all flesh. If the acquisition fails, haha, I believe the relationship between you and me will not be flawless."

Zhong Yue listened to Ouyang Kaishan's analysis and was well expected, "And I believe that Mr. Ouyang's appetite will not be as small as 600 million."

"Haha. Zhong Wuyi knows me!"

"Then how should I deal with it more safely?" Zhong Yue thought it would be better to ask Ouyang Kaishan to guide him, after all, he was not in this way.

The other end of the phone said bluntly: "I will let the National Youth League give you full power. You are the legal representative of Lizhi, and you decide. You can, just do it. (You can do it, go and do it)." Ouyang Kaishan didn't know if he was in a good mood or something, so he finally slapped in English.

Zhong Yue said slowly: "Then I...it seems to be done?"

"Hello, Mr. Zhong."

Zhong Yue hung up the phone, smacked his lips, and after a while, he remembered something, and murmured: No, I want to blame him, but why did he take the blame again in the end?
Chapter completed!