Hello, 1983

After an ordinary dinner, the siblings Liu Qingshan and Yang Hongying set another development strategy for the Uni-President Group in the future.

However, when Liu Qingshan contacted Beverage King and proposed to acquire the redbull brand, he was rejected by the other party.

Beverage King's intention is to cooperate, such as building a branch in China, and then he is responsible for the technology, Liu Qingshan is responsible for production and sales, and finally divides the profit according to the proportion.

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

Then develop it yourself, similar functional drinks, in fact, the ingredients are not complicated, this is not a secret at all in the future.

For example, there are several functional drinks similar to redbull. Later, several kinds of them appeared in China, and the sales were also very good.

As for the taste, it's good to adjust slowly.

Naturally, Yang Hongying was in charge of building a team. She spent more than a week in the capital and basically recruited enough people.

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

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

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

It is estimated that he was happy to hear it, and his calf kicked twice from time to time.

Grandma, Grandma Qiu Ju and Wu Tong's mother were busy in the kitchen. They had already received a call from Liu Qingshan, saying that they would be back today.

The two cars drove into Jiapigou, and it was Liu Jinfeng who took his family back.

Hearing the car horn, everyone walked out of the house one after another and surrounded the dumb grandpa and others who had just got off the car.

Welcome the dumb brother back with honor! The old party secretary often read newspapers and learned the vocabulary above.

The villagers all clapped together with simple smiles on their faces.

Dumb, I'll carry the prize money for you. For one million, you have to put it in a sack. Zhang Ganzi approached with a smile.

The cooperative pays a lot of money every year, so Zhang Ganzi now has a concept of one million, and roughly knows how much.

Uncle Pole, don't worry about it. Grandpa's bonus has already been donated. Xiao Liuzi said with a smile.

Zhang Pangzi was a little bit hurt: One million dollars is still US dollars, so why don't you just donate it?

The old party secretary immediately began to teach his nephew: You know six, the dumb brother donated all the money to the Chinese medicine school to vigorously develop our medical career, and even the newspapers praised him.

Zhang Ganzi smiled and said, Hey, if I had a million, I would donate it too. I returned a paper last time, but unfortunately I can't make a million, hee hee.

This old boy, obviously dishonest, the owner of the car began to use aggressive methods: Pole, if you make a million, will you really donate?

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

So I had a bottom line in my heart: Boss,

Let's put the words here today, if I make a million, I will definitely donate it!

Hahaha, okay, it's a deal! The owner of the car also stretched out his hand and patted Zhang Ganzi three times.

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

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

Xiaolulu is lying there and playing with his little fists. The child has two taels of honey in his hands. When will he be finished?

The little guy's little face has also grown, white and tender, which is very rare.

Daughter, father is back! Liu Qingshan smiled at Wu Tong, and then went to hold the child.

The result was stopped by grandma: Slow down for a while, it's too cold on your body.

It's better to be old. Look at Xiaoyueyue, you don't need to care so much, she just threw herself into Yang Hongying's arms.

She gave Yang Hongying to Le De, and kept kissing her daughter's face, clack-clack-clack-clack.

Liu Qingshan took off his coat and scorched the fire in front of the stove. When he was hot, he jumped onto the kang in great joy.

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

Xiao Lao Si took out a rattle in his hand and turned it gently, making a thumping sound.

Shan Xing is holding a rubber toy, which looks like a little tiger. When she squeezes it with her hand, there will be a small cry at the bottom, and it will make a sizzling sound.

This is the toy they bought for their eldest nephew. Although it was not worth a lot of money, it was bought by two girls who went to the Longteng shopping mall in person.

Come here, Dad hugs. Liu Qingshan squeezed away the fourth and fifth, and slowly picked up the deer.

As a result, with a wow, the little girl pursed her lips and cried.

Haha, brother, Xiaolulu forgot about you! Little Old Four was happy.

In fact, a two-month-old child like Xiaolulu still doesn't recognize anyone, even if it is his own mother, it's just based on feeling.

After all, she has lived in her mother's womb for ten months, and she is familiar with all aspects.

And the fourth and fifth, who were flamboyant just now, made all kinds of noises, Xiaolulu was happy, but was hugged by Liu Qingshan, of course not happy.

Oh oh oh, Liu Qingshan shook his daughter gently, coaxing softly in his mouth.

The old fifth also held a small toy and teased her in front of Xiaolulu, and the little guy opened his mouth very much, and he was happy again.

Instead, Liu Qingshan was sweating: You're changing your face too fast!

After I finished speaking, I felt a warm feeling in my thighs, I looked down, well, it was already wet.

He could only shake his head helplessly: Good girl, I will give you a gift when I know Dad is back.

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

Liu Qingshan looked at his wife and daughter quietly, and his heart was extraordinarily calm.

The family sat at two large tables and happily ate dinner, and then someone came to Liu Qingshan's house, first Da Tou and Er Biaozi, then Lao Zhishu and others.

However, everyone went back after sitting for a while. After all, Liu Qingshan was staying at home for a while.

When they went to bed at night, there was only a family of three left in the house.

Liu Qingshan was lying on the head of the kang, with a small deer in the middle, holding a small fist and sleeping soundly.

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

In the darkness, a tsk tsk voice came: Oh, I have to keep it for my daughter...

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

In addition to the dividend conference, there is also the Jiapigou Literature Award, which is also held together.

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

Because of the increase in bonuses, the Jiapigou Literature Award has attracted more and more attention, and there are even two reporters who came to interview.

Writer Mo is not yet forty years old, and he looks older than decades later.

He also had some contacts with Liu Qingshan, mainly through Shuo Ye Lao Ma and the Beijing Gang. These people organized an editorial circle, specializing in script writing and the like, and they could also make a little money.

Lao Ma's hippocampus dance hall invested more than 400,000 yuan in the first two years, and the result was a terrible loss.

You must know that at this time, you can buy a set of courtyard houses in the capital for 20,000 yuan. If Lao Ma puts all this money on the courtyard houses, it is estimated that he will become the richest man in the capital in the future.

At Liu Qingshan's house, Writer Mo was chatting in a slow and soft voice. He was not tall, and his head seemed particularly large.

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

After thinking about it, what is lacking is translation and publishing channels.

So after being informed that he won the Jiapigou Literature Award, he came happily.

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

For such a writer rooted in the nation, Liu Qingshan of course fully supported him and promised to introduce Victor's translation team to Writer Mo.

Anyway, the prize money this time won't be left, and Victor's translation team is not cheap at all.

The last time I translated Shan Xing's little book, I also charged 50,000 pounds for the friendship price.

However, Victor called two days ago to say that it has been published and sold, and there has been a surge of panic buying.

The first print of 100,000 copies was snapped up in less than a week. The publishing house is hurrying to print it, and this time it will print 1 million copies directly.

Liu Qingshan knew that this book was destined to be a big hit, not to mention one million copies, ten million copies were trivial.

When she saw Shan Xing, a fifteen-year-old girl, she had already gone abroad to sell books, making Writer Mo envious. She blinked her small eyes and said to the fifth son:

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

Liu Qingshan was also very happy: Brother Mo, you are not afraid of being late for a good meal. I dare to 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 his head firmly, making up his mind secretly.

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

As a result, I accidentally got Shan Xing's deeds, which is more news: a fifteen-year-old talented female writer.

So I was going to interview and report on Shan Xing, but was stopped by Liu Qingshan: My sister is still young, let's talk about it in a few years.

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

Guo Xiaolu is a bit baffled: people are famous as early as possible, and they only want to be published in the newspaper.

Seeing that the reporter didn't give up, Liu Qingshan said cheerfully to the other party: Actually, if we want to interview, there will be bigger news, but we will do it together after the reporter from the People's Daily arrives.

Mr. Liu, can you disclose it in advance? Guo Xiaolu was itchy.

After coming to this small mountain village, he gradually discovered that it is a treasure, and there are 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 smiled: Don't worry, we will know everything when our cooperative holds a dividend meeting.