Zhong Yue was grateful for this bow for these people who could pay attention to Huimo.

If no one pays attention to Huimo, it means that this ancient heritage can be left behind, because there is no stationery for audiences, it will lose its value.

"Mr. Zhong, we should thank you."

"If it weren't for you, we wouldn't have known that Huimo was still inheriting it."

Zhong Yue walked into the exhibition hall with firm steps, and many people had gathered in it. This time, the expert group was all famous ink-making celebrities in Huizhou.

"Mr. Zhong, do you have any other opinions on Doumo?"

Zhong Yue glanced at him and said with a serious look: "I ask the masters of the old mo factory to attend."

Already sitting in the expert seat, the experts in the suits were straight and their faces changed.

"Mr. Zhong, what do you mean?"

"Since it's a Douyin Dou, it is natural that the ink makers who are truly struggling on the front line need to participate in the judgment." Zhong Yue straightened his waist and said very seriously.

The person who presided over Doumo was the president of Huimo Association and one of the heirs of Hu Kaiwen's intangible cultural heritage.

"Mr. Zhong, you... are so sudden. And it's not suitable!"

The masters of the old Mo Factory are definitely the best in Huizhou in terms of craftsmanship, but their identities are not on the same level as those of the Huimo Association. What kind of style is it?

Cao Morong smiled and said, "I agree with Mr. Zhong's opinion. Only those who really make ink in the ink factory have the deepest understanding of ink."

When Cao Morong also agreed, the people sitting in the review team felt a little embarrassed. Why do they sound like they are saying that they are slapping and pretending to be fat?

The review team added seven or eight more seats. The masters of the old ink factory came out from one side and were a little flattered to see so many people gathered.

Lao Fang, who was walking in the front, rubbed his hands that could never be washed clean. The black hands seemed to seep into the blood, and they could not be washed no matter how hard they were. Before coming here today, he rubbed them with wood chips and washing powder for more than ten times.

The ink factory master wearing jackets, Zhongshan suits or work clothes sat on the side of the review seat, forming a sharp contrast with the experts in suits and collars on the side. However, when he saw this scene, he didn't know who was the one who took the lead and spontaneously applauded.

Before Dou Mo, many people were moved by this scene.

It seems like this, it is like that.

Huimo has never been a work of art that is left to the shelves. It should be in the world. Since it is in the world, it should not be a distance from the people. Lao Hu and his wife looked at Zhong Yue with gratitude. When they first heard the people sent to pick them up and drop off, they all thought it was a fraud gang. Later, after confirming it repeatedly, they came here.

Perhaps it only took half an hour to walk from Mofang to the cultural center, but for them, this may be the most glorious day in their lives!

This is not a matter of money, but a kind of dignity as an ink craftsman! Zhong Yue regarded them as characters!

Cao Xilan approached and asked, "Grandpa, aren't you afraid that these people will be bribed?"

"With absolute strength, Xilan, you have to understand what kind of demeanor is."

"Um."

After confirming whether both parties are in place, the president of Hui Ink Association shouted: "Please put the ink products on their respective booths. The specifications for this ink products are as follows. There must be a code or an inscription to prove that this ink is produced by both manufacturers of the participating parties and cannot be stolen or borrowed ink products from other factories. Once the review finds that there is a ill, it will be a negative. Representatives of both parties can promise whether the ink products are qualified for this time?"

Cao Morong naturally did not walk over. Zhong Yue was a junior after all. At his age, he might have to come in person before taking the fishing bait. This time, the chance was definitely reserved for his grandson.

Cao Xilan nodded and said, "Certified."

"Qualified." Zhong Yue opened the leather box.

The president of Hui Ink Association continued to read according to the content on the paper: "This ink type is pine ink. The four aspects of ink color, ink sound, ink quality and ink fragrance are used as the scoring rules. For comprehensive scoring, each judge must judge who wins and who loses in a fair manner."

In fact, this last sentence is a burden. The quality of ink is the best for two types of people. One is the person who uses ink, and the other is the person who makes ink. They are all experts who use ink to make ink. How about ink? Get started with it - you can tell the quality of the ink by looking at it, and you can use it to splash it and polish it.

"In order for this Doumo to play a role in better promoting Huimo culture, the whole city will be broadcasted by video. Visitors in the cultural center can also see the live scene on major screens simultaneously. Now, representative Cao Gongsu is invited to introduce the ink products of this Doumo to this Doumo.”

Cao Xilan wore gloves and opened the inks in the paper box one by one, and smiled confidently: "The ink products of this ink are the top ink products that we Cao Gongsu have never been on sale before. Due to the scarcity of ancient pines and the shortage of raw materials, this ink will lose one in stock if you sell one ink."

Some collectors from the ink world may not be able to see clearly when standing at the Doumo scene, but those collectors who can only stand in front of the big screen because they cannot occupy a good angle. When they see the familiar box, they feel a little shocked.

"Can't it..."

Cao Xilan's voice became loud and he said confidently: "Yes, it is the ink gift from Emperor Qianlong of our Cao Gongsu that year - purple light jade!"

"It's really purple jade?"

"My God! I wonder if this ink has been discontinued for decades?"

"It's rumored that during the Republic of China, the price of this ink had already reached 2,000 Yuan Datou."

"Two thousand yuan? That's not worth much..."

An old man who understands the market turned his eyes at the naughty green next to him and said, "Two thousand Yuan Datou is roughly equivalent to our 70,000 or 80,000 yuan! One ounce of ink, 70,000 or 80,000 yuan, you can total it yourself, how amazing the price is."

"It's over, Zhong Yue is going to lose."

"Really? Why did Mr. Zhong lose?"

Some knowledgeable collectors in the ink world shook their heads and sighed: "Purple light jade, this is the top product among pine and ink, and it is already a work of art!"

Zhong Yue was also a little surprised. It was actually a famous product among Cao Gongsu - Ziguang Jade. This pine ink was discontinued as early as the Republic of China. It is said that the techniques were lost in the war years. Later, after many twists and turns, the Cao family divided them into several pieces, but in the end they were unable to restore the ink gifted by the imperial court. Unexpectedly, the light of the sky was seen again at this 21st century ink-fighting meeting.

From this, it is not difficult to guess Cao Morong’s scheming Zhong Yue.
Chapter completed!