Chapter 1015 Let’s talk about it in a few years

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

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

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

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

   Then develop it yourself. The ingredients of similar functional drinks are actually not complicated. This is no secret at all in later generations.

  For example, functional drinks similar to RedBull, several kinds appeared in China later, and the sales were also very good.

   As for the taste, just adjust it slowly.

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

  Liu Qingshan also arranges the affairs here neatly, and when the fourth and fifth are on vacation, they will 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, the little guy stared at the rattling little flower stick in Liu Shikui's hand with **** eyes.

   I guess I was happy to hear it, and I kicked my calf vigorously from time to time.

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

  Two cars drove into Jiapigou, and it was Liu Jinfeng who brought his family back.

  Hearing the horn of the car, 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 reads newspapers and learns the vocabulary above.

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

   "Dumb, I'll carry the bonus for you. One million, it has to be packed in a sack." Zhang Ganzi leaned forward with a smile.

  The cooperative distributes a lot of money every year, so Zhang Ganzi now has an idea of ​​one million, and probably knows how much it is.

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

   Zhang Ganzi was a little bit pained: "One million is still US dollars, why don't you just donate it?"

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

   Zhang Ganzi had a playful smile on his face, and said: "Hey, if I have a million dollars, I will donate it too. The last time I published a newspaper, it's a pity that I didn't make a million dollars, hee hee."

  This old boy was obviously dishonest, so the owner of the car began to use aggressive methods: "Gaozi, if you earn one million, is it really a donation?"

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

  So I had a bottom line in my heart: "Boss, let's talk about it here today. If I earn one million, I will definitely donate it!"

   "Hahaha, okay, it's a deal!" Boss Che stretched out his hand and slapped Zhang Ganzi three times.

  Everyone had fun for a while, and then let Liu Qingshan and the others go home.

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

  The little deer is lying there gnawing on his little fist to play with. The child has two ounces of honey in his hands.

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

   "Girl, dad is back!" Liu Qingshan smiled at Wu Tong, and then went to pick up the child.

  The result was stopped by grandma: "Wait a while, it's too cold."

   It's better to be older, look at Xiao Yueyue, don't care so much, she just threw herself into Yang Hongying's arms.

  Kissing Yang Hongying happy, she kept kissing her daughter's face, patter papa papa.

  Liu Qingshan took off his coat, warmed himself up in front of the stove, and when his body was warmed up, he happily jumped onto the kang.

   As a result, the youngest fourth and fifth children stood in front. These two girls, seeing the eldest nephew for the first time, were surrounding to tease the children.

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

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

   This is a toy they bought for their eldest nephew. Although it is not worth much, it was bought by two girls in Longteng shopping mall.

   "Come, come, Daddy hug." Liu Qingshan squeezed the fourth and fifth children away, and slowly hugged Xiao Lulu.

   As a result, with a wow, the little girl pursed her mouth and began to cry.

   "Haha, brother, Xiaolulu forgot about you!" The little boss was happy.

  Actually, a two-month-old child like Xiaolulu still doesn’t recognize anyone, even if he treats his own mother, it’s just based on feeling.

  After all, I lived in the mother's womb for ten months, so I am familiar with all aspects.

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

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

  The fifth child also took a small toy and teased Xiao Lu Lu in front of her, and the little guy opened his mouth very much, and he was happy again.

   Instead, Liu Qingshan was sweating all over: "You change your face too quickly!"

   After speaking, I felt a warm feeling in my thigh, and I looked down, well, it's already wet.

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

   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, feeling extraordinarily at ease.

  The family sat at two large tables, and after dinner happily, some people came to Liu Qingshan's house to visit, first Datou and Er Biaozi, and then the old branch secretary and others.

  But everyone just sat down for a while and then went back, after all, Liu Qingshan was going to live at home for a while.

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

  Liu Qingshan was lying on the top of the kang, with a little deer in the middle, holding his fists up, sleeping soundly.

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

  In the darkness, there was a voice of tsk tsk: "Oh, I have to keep it for my daughter..."

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

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

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

  Because of the increase in prize money, the Jiapigou Literary Award has attracted more and more attention. There are actually two reporters who also came to conduct interviews.

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

  He also had some contact with Liu Qingshan, mainly through Master Shuo and his Beijing gang. These people organized an editorial circle, specializing in writing scripts and the like, and they could also earn a little money.

  Lao Ma's Haima Song and Dance Hall invested more than 400,000 yuan in the past two years, but the result was quite miserable.

   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 in the courtyard house, he may become the richest man in the capital in the future.

  At Liu Qingshan's house, Writer Mo was chatting slowly and softly. He is not tall, but his head seems very big.

  Writer Mo is most interested in translating works. He is a bit envious of Writer Lu, who also writes books, earns US dollars, and wins the Nobel Prize for Literature. He feels good about himself.

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

  So after being notified that I had won the Jiapigou Literature Award, I came here happily.

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

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

  Anyway, the prize money won this time may not be left. Victor's translation team charges a lot.

   Last time I translated Shan Xing’s little book, at a friendly price, I charged 50,000 pounds.

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

  The first printing of 100,000 copies was sold out in less than a week. The publishing house is rushing to print it. This time, it will directly print 1 million copies.

  Liu Qingshan knows that this book is destined to become a hit, let alone a million copies, ten million copies are trivial.

  After seeing Shan Xing, a fifteen-year-old girl, she had already gone abroad to sell books, making Writer Mo envious. She blinked her little eyes and said to Lao Wu:

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

  Liu Qingshan was also overjoyed: "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 with firm eyes, secretly making up his mind.

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

  In the end, I got Shan Xing’s deeds by accident, which is more newsworthy: a fifteen-year-old talented female writer.

   So he was about to conduct an 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, he is quiet and doesn't want to live under the spotlight.

  Guo Xiaolu is a bit baffled: Everyone is famous as early as possible, and they are all focused on getting published in the newspaper. It’s good for you, just push it out.

   Liu Qingshan saw that the reporter was not giving up, so he happily said to the other party: "Actually, if there is an interview, there are bigger news, but we have to wait for the reporter from the People's Daily to arrive."

   "Mr. Liu, can you reveal it in advance?" Guo Xiaolu was tickled.

  After coming to this small mountain village, he also gradually discovered that this place is simply a treasure, and there are so many things to discover.

  There are two Nobel laureates who live in this small village.

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

  Liu Qingshan smiled: "Don't worry, wait for our cooperative to hold a dividend meeting, and we will know everything naturally."

  (end of this chapter)