Goldfinger is a bit strange

During an ordinary dinner, Liu Qingshan and Yang Hongying, a pair of siblings, decided on another development strategy for the future of the Uni-President Group.

However, when Liu Qingshan contacted the beverage king and proposed to acquire the RedBull brand, he was rejected by the other party.

The beverage king's intention was to cooperate, such as building a branch factory in China, and then he would be responsible for providing technology, Liu Qingshan would be responsible for production and sales, and finally divide the profits according to the proportion.

When Liu Qingshan heard that the other party actually asked for 60% of the profit, he smiled and refused Mr. Xu.

Then develop it yourself. Similar functional beverages are actually not complicated in composition. This is not a secret in the future.

For example, several functional beverages similar to RedBull emerged in China later, and they sold very well.

As for the taste, it will be fine to adjust it slowly.

Yang Hongying was naturally responsible for the formation of the team. She ran around the capital for more than a week and basically recruited enough people.

Liu Qingshan also arranged things here neatly, and when the fourth and fifth children were on vacation, they would go back to their hometown together.

Jiapigou in winter seemed very peaceful. The roofs of each house were covered with thick snow, and the smoke from the chimneys was dyed pink by the afterglow of the setting sun.

Wu Tong had just finished feeding Xiao Lulu, and the little guy stared at the rustling little flower stick in Liu Shikui's hand with his big black eyes.

He was probably happy to hear that, and his calves kicked hard from time to time.

Grandma, Grandma Qiuju and Wu Tong's mother were busy in the kitchen. They had received a call from Liu Qingshan, saying that he would come back today.

Two cars drove into Jiapigou. It was Liu Jinfeng who brought her family back.

When they heard the car horn, everyone walked out of their homes and surrounded the dumb grandfather and others who had just got off the car.

"Welcome to the mute brother who has returned with honor!" The old branch secretary often reads newspapers and has also learned the above words.

The villagers all applauded together, with simple smiles on their faces.

"Dumb, where's the bonus? I'll help you carry it. One million, it has to be filled in a sack." Zhang Ganzi came over with a smile.

The cooperative gives out a lot of money every year, so Zhang Ganzi now has an idea of ​​how much one million is.

"Uncle Ganzi, don't worry about it. Grandpa's bonus has been donated a long time ago." Xiao Liuzi said with a smile.

Zhang Ganzi felt a little pained: "One million, or US dollars, how can you donate it just like that?"

The old branch secretary immediately began to scold his nephew: "You don't know anything, dumb brother donated all the money to the Chinese medicine school, vigorously developed our medical career, and even praised it in the newspaper."

Zhang Ganzi smiled and said: "Hehe, if I had one million, I would also donate it. It was in the newspaper last time, but it's a pity that I can't make one million, hehe."

This old guy was obviously not sincere, so the boss of the car began to use the method of provoking: "Ganzi, if you make one million, will you really donate it?"

Zhang Ganzi thought about it. Last year's dividends were more than 500,000 per family, and this year's situation is similar.

So he had a bottom line in his heart: "Boss, let's put it here today. If I make one million, I will definitely donate it!"

"Hahaha, okay, it's a deal!" The boss of the car even stretched out his hand and clapped three times with Zhang Ganzi.

Everyone was lively for a while, and then let Liu Qingshan and others go home.

Liu Qingshan was the first to rush into the house. He greeted his grandparents, but his eyes fell on the kang.

Xiaolulu was lying there chewing his little fist. There was two taels of honey in the child's hand. He would not be finished until he had chewed it all.

The little guy's face had grown up, white and tender, and very cute.

"Daughter, Dad is back!" Liu Qingshan smiled at Wu Tong, and then went to hug the child.

But he was stopped by his grandmother: "Wait a while, your body is too cold."

It's better to be older. Look at Xiao Yueyue, you don't have to care so much, just jump into Yang Hongying's arms.

Yang Hongying was so happy that she kept kissing her daughter on the face, making a slapping sound.

Liu Qingshan took off his coat, warmed himself in front of the stove, and waited until his body was warm, then he jumped onto the kang happily.

As a result, the fourth and fifth children stood in front. These two girls, seeing their eldest nephew for the first time, were teasing the child.

The fourth child took out a rattle and gently turned it, making a dong-dong-dong sound.

Shanxing held a rubber toy that looked like a little tiger. When she squeezed it with her hand, there was a small rattle at the bottom, which made a sizzling sound.

This was the toy they bought for their eldest nephew. Although it was not worth much, the two girls bought it in person at Longteng Shopping Mall.

"Come on, daddy will hold you." Liu Qingshan pushed the fourth and fifth children away and slowly picked up Xiao Lulu.

As a result, the little girl cried with a pout.

"Haha, brother, Xiao Lulu forgot about you!" The fourth child was very happy.

In fact, a child like Xiao Lulu, who is more than two months old, does not recognize people yet. Even if it is his own mother, he only relies on his feelings.

After all, he has lived in the womb for ten months and is familiar with everything.

The fourth and fifth children were just dressed up and made all kinds of noises. Xiao Lulu was happy, but he was picked up by Liu Qingshan. Of course, he was not happy.

Oh, oh, oh, Liu Qingshan gently rocked his daughter and coaxed her softly.

Lao Wu also took a small toy and teased Xiao Lulu in front of her, and the little girl was very happy, her little mouth curled up, and she was happy again.

Instead, Liu Qingshan broke into a sweat: "You change your expression too quickly!"

After saying that, I felt a warm feeling coming from my thigh. When I lowered my head, I saw that it was already wet.

He could only shake his head helplessly: "Good girl, when I know my father is coming back, I will give him a gift as a meeting gift."

After tossing for a while, Xiaolulu got tired and fell asleep in Wu Tong's arms.

Liu Qingshan looked at his wife and daughter quietly, feeling particularly at ease.

The family sat at two large tables and had dinner happily. Then someone came to Liu Qingshan's house to visit, first Datou and Er Biaozi, and then the old party secretary and others.

But everyone just sat there for a while and then went back. After all, Liu Qingshan had to stay at home for a while.

When it was time to go to bed at night, there were only a family of three left in the house.

Liu Qingshan was lying on the bed, with the little deer in the middle, raising his little fist, sleeping soundly.

The couple chatted for a while, then Liu Qingshan turned off the light, then turned over and got into Wu Tong's bed.

In the darkness, a tut-tutting voice came: "Oh, I have to keep it for my daughter..."

Because of Liu Qingshan's return, Jiapigou's annual dividend meeting was also held as scheduled.

In addition to the dividend conference, there is also the Jiapigou Literary Award, which is also held at the same time.

This year’s winner is Writer Mo, the author of Red Sorghum, who has been invited by Writer Lu and Gao Wenxue.

Because of the increase in prize money, the Jiapigou Literature Award has attracted more and more attention, and two reporters actually came to conduct interviews.

Writer Mo is not yet forty years old now, but he looks older than he will in a few decades.

He also had some contact with Liu Qingshan, mainly through Shuoye Laoma and his Beijing gang. These people organized an editorial circle that specialized in writing scripts and the like, and they could also make a little money.

Lao Ma's Haima Dance Hall invested more than 400,000 yuan in the first two years, but the result was a huge loss.

You know, at this time, you can buy a courtyard house in the capital for 20,000 yuan. If Lao Ma puts all this money on the courtyard house, he will probably become the richest man in the capital in the future.

At Liu Qingshan's house, Writer Mo chatted slowly and softly. He was not tall, but his head seemed particularly big.

What Writer Mo is most interested in is translated works. He is a little envious of Writer Lu. Others who write books earn US dollars and win the Nobel Prize for Literature. He feels good about himself.

After some thought, what was lacking was translation and publishing channels.

So after I was notified that I had won the Jiapigou Literature Award, I was very happy.

The high bonus is one thing, but the most important thing is to find a way.

Of course, Liu Qingshan fully supported such a writer who was rooted in the nation and promised to introduce Victor’s translation team to writer Mo.

Anyway, the prize money from this award is probably not left. Victor’s translation team is not cheap at all.

The last time I translated Shan Xing’s little book, I received £50,000 for a friendly price.

However, Victor called two days ago and said that it was now published and sold, and there was a rush to buy it.

The first printing of 100,000 copies was sold out in less than a week. The publishing house is seizing the time to print, and this time it will print one million copies.

Liu Qingshan knew that this book was destined to be a big hit. Let alone one million copies, ten million copies were just trivial.

When he saw that Shan Xing, a fifteen-year-old girl, had already gone abroad to sell books, Writer Mo was so envious that he blinked his little eyes and said to Lao Wu:

"Classmate Shan Xing, this Jiapigou Literature Award should be awarded to you."

Liu Qingshan was also very happy: "Brother Mo, don't be afraid of being late for a good meal. I dare say that in the future, you will definitely have the opportunity to be on the podium of the Nobel Prize for Literature."

Writer Mo also nodded firmly, secretly making up his mind.

The reporter who came to interview the Jiapigou Literature Award was Guo Xiaolu, a reporter from Youth Daily. The original focus of the interview was the winner, writer Mo.

As a result, I accidentally learned about Shan Xing's deeds, which is even more news-making: a fifteen-year-old genius female writer.

So I prepared to interview and focus on Shan Xing, but was stopped by Liu Qingshan: "My sister is still young, let's wait a few years before talking about it."

He is familiar with Shan Xing's temperament, which is quiet and does not want to live in the spotlight.

Guo Xiaolu was a little confused: Everyone is famous early, and they only want to be in the newspaper. It's better for you to push it out directly.

When Liu Qingshan saw that the reporter was not giving up, he happily said to the other person: "Actually, if we want to interview, there is bigger news, but we have to wait for the reporter from the People's Daily to arrive, and then we can do it together."

"Mr. Liu, can you reveal this in advance?" Guo Xiaolu felt itchy.

After arriving in this small mountain village, he gradually discovered that it was a treasure and there were so many things to discover.

There are two Nobel Prize winners living in this small village alone.

You know, looking at the whole country, there are only two of them.

Liu Qingshan chuckled: "Don't worry, we will know everything when our cooperative holds a dividend meeting."

March, early spring.

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The hazy sky was gray and black, showing heavy depression, as if someone had spilled ink on the rice paper, and the ink soaked into the sky and blurred out the clouds.

The clouds overlapped and merged with each other, spreading out streaks of crimson lightning, accompanied by rumbling thunder.

It's like the roar of gods, echoing in the world.

Please download the Aiyue Novels app to read the latest chapters for free without ads. The bloody rain, with sadness, falls to the mortal world.

The earth is hazy, and there is a ruined city, silent and lifeless in the dim bloody rain.

The broken walls and ruins in the city, everything is withered, collapsed houses can be seen everywhere, as well as blue-black corpses and pieces of meat, like broken autumn leaves, silently withering.

The bustling streets in the past are now bleak.

The sandy road that was once crowded with people is no longer noisy.

Only blood mud mixed with pieces of meat, dust, and paper is left, which is indistinguishable and shocking.

Not far away, a broken carriage is deeply stuck in the mud, full of sadness, with only an abandoned rabbit doll hanging on the shaft, swaying in the wind.

The white fluff has long been soaked into wet red, full of gloomy weirdness.

The cloudy eyes seemed to have some resentment, and he looked at the mottled stones in front of him alone.

There, a figure was lying.

This was a 13 or 14-year-old boy, with ragged clothes and full of dirt, and a broken leather bag tied around his waist.

The boy squinted his eyes and did not move. The biting cold penetrated his tattered coat from all directions, swept through his body, and gradually took away his body temperature.

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Following his gaze, a skinny vulture was gnawing on the rotten corpse of a wild dog at a distance of seven or eight feet from him, and sometimes vigilantly observed the surroundings.

It seemed that in this dangerous ruin, it would instantly take off at the slightest movement.

Download the Aiyue novel app to read the latest chapters without ads for free. And the boy, like a hunter, patiently waited for the opportunity.

After a long time, the opportunity came, and the greedy vulture finally completely sank its head into the belly of the wild dog.

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