Goldfinger is a bit strange

A few days ago, Victor called and said he would come over in the next few days.

Now, the market for ground vegetables has been opened by him, so when he heard that the ground vegetables of this year have been harvested and processed, he rushed here eagerly.

It was already dark when we arrived in Bishui County last night, so we rushed here early this morning.

Leo and Ruth were also traveling with us. These two guys actually had nothing to do with them. The main reason was that they had a great time eating, drinking and having fun last time, and they were a little addicted.

The only person accompanying them was a car driver from the county commercial bureau, who brought them here early in the morning.

Liu Qingshan went up to them and hugged them one by one. Ruth also picked up the fourth and fifth children and kissed them a few times, leaving lipstick marks all over the faces of the two little girls.

"Liu, what are you doing here? Are you holding a ceremony?"

Leo looked at the flower crowns on Liu Ying's heads and felt a little curious.

Ruth also blinked: "It can't be the Olympic olive wreath, it's so beautiful, I want to wear it too."

"It's none of your business. This is a gift from the children to the three teachers on Teacher's Day."

Liu Qingshan knew that Ruth was not very serious. How could the Olympic Games be held in the village? Did they really think it was an Olympic Village?

The three foreigners understood it, and Victor nodded repeatedly: "Liu, this reflects the importance your country attaches to education. It just so happens that I have a gift for you."

Give me a gift?

Liu Qingshan blinked, a little confused about what Victor meant.

Victor took out a backpack from the car, opened the zipper, and then pulled out something and stretched it in front of Liu Qingshan.

"I thought it was something else, but it turned out to be a book. What's the big deal?" Liu Qingshan was a little confused about the foreigner's brain circuit.

Victor adjusted his Mediterranean hair: "Liu, will you be happy if I change it into a bundle of banknotes?"

"No, I am more happy to see this Titanic."

Liu Qingshan had already seen the title of the book, so he took it.

When he first met Victor, Liu Qingshan told him the story in the script. As a result, Victor, an old literary youth, actually wrote the book and printed it.

"Liu, I am very happy to see your reaction. This proves that you are not a vulgar person." Victor boasted.

Liu Qingshan curled his lips: "A profiteer like you is qualified to talk about art?"

Victor was not ashamed: "Liu, money always serves art. No matter what, this is our work, it is true after all, right?"

Our work?

Liu Qingshan looked at the signature. In addition to Victor's long list of names, there was another line of pinyin: QingshanLiu.

Hey, you guy, why did you put my name on it?

Liu Qingshan looked at Victor, who looked proud, and felt relieved.

Well, just treat it as satisfying the hobby of an old literary youth. Anyway, this kind of novel is probably just for self-entertainment and giving to relatives and friends.

Although the movie is so popular, who likes to read such a clichéd story?

Victor seemed quite excited: "Liu, our book is popular. It started selling on September 1st. When I came, more than 800,000 copies had been sold. It is estimated that more than one million copies may have been sold in the past few days."

"Liu, the royalties should be a lot of money. Our contributions are similar, so we can divide the money equally."

When it comes to money, Victor's true nature is immediately exposed. His eyebrows are flying, and his pupils are almost turning into the symbol of US dollars.

Liu Qingshan was a little confused: Ten days, more than one million copies, how is this possible? Is Victor really a great writer delayed by business?

He flipped through a few pages and read it. It was an English version, and it seemed to be just like that.

The difference between the appearance and heart of the old Victor Hugo is as big as the difference between Quasimodo, the bell ringer in Notre Dame de Paris.

Liu Qingshan would never believe that this book could sell 100,000 copies a day.

Could it be that Victor paid for it out of his own pocket in order to become famous?

Liu Qingshan couldn't figure it out anyway. Even if the overall level of writers nowadays has declined, they can't just slide down the slope.

Victor looked at Liu Qingshan's unbelievable expression, and his smile became even brighter. Then he took out a newspaper from his bag and handed it to Liu Qingshan.

This was a Times newspaper. Liu Qingshan soon found a piece of news in a prominent position:

The remains of the Titanic shipwreck were discovered.

Look at the time of the newspaper, it was September 1st.

Liu Qingshan seemed to understand a little: the reason why Victor's book became so popular was because of the popularity of this news.

I don't know if this guy is lucky or his marketing skills are brilliant?

In fact, in China, this news was only mentioned briefly in the news for a dozen seconds.

But in Europe and the United States, it was overwhelming and became the hottest topic.

At this time, a novel describing the sinking of the Titanic came out, which greatly satisfied people's curiosity and they paid to buy it.

Victor was still a little self-aware. He only printed 50,000 copies of the first edition, but it was sold out in less than a day.

So he quickly reprinted it, which delayed a few days. Otherwise, it would definitely sell more.

After understanding the situation, Liu Qingshan was also very happy: he didn't do anything, just moved his mouth and told a story, and he could get a large amount of royalties. Such a good thing is hard to find even with a lantern.

So he led Victor and others home, and Teacher Liu Ying and others went to Qingshan Town to attend the teachers' conference with great excitement.

When they arrived at Liu Qingshan's house, they greeted his family. Leo was not shy at all: "Liu, I want to eat brains for breakfast."

Liu Qingshan blinked: You are a zombie, and you still want to eat brains?

The little fourth child next to him corrected with a smile: "It's tofu brain."

Then we have to go to the tofu shop to see if there is any soy milk. Linzhi took the basin to the tofu shop in the village.

When Gao Wenxue heard that the novel co-authored by Liu Qingshan and others was actually published abroad and sold millions of copies in a short period of time, he was almost shocked and quickly took a copy to read it.

But his English was too poor and he couldn't understand it.

Liu Qingshan told him the general outline of the story and translated a few pages.

Gao Wenxue couldn't help but push his glasses with his hands and looked at Liu Qingshan with doubtful eyes: "Sanfeng, is your translation level too bad?"

"Haha, Victor, did you hear that? This is the evaluation given to you by a writer."

Liu Qingshan couldn't help laughing.

Then he comforted Gao Wenxue: "Brother-in-law, just focus on your creation. I will definitely help you find a good translator in the future and publish your work abroad. Maybe you can even win the Nobel Prize in Literature."

Facts have proved that a good translator is very important. The first Chinese writer who won a literature award must have deeply experienced it.

"I dare not think about the Nobel Prize. If I can win the Mao Dun Literature Award, I will be satisfied!"

Gao Wenxue waved his hand and returned the book to Liu Qingshan. He really had no interest in reading this kind of book.

And Victor didn't care. He knew his level.

But the times make heroes. Isn't luck also a part of strength?

While Victor and his friends were enjoying the delicious brains... no, the delicious tofu brains at Liu Qingshan's house, a man named James Cameron, far across the ocean, was also reading the masterpieces of Victor and Liu with great interest.

"Oh, James, are you going to make any new movies recently?"

A Hollywood producer greeted him warmly.

Just last year, Cameron emerged with the movie "Terminator" and became a new big director in Hollywood. Many investors waved their money in the hope of winning his favor.

Cameron shook the book in his hand: "This story is quite interesting. I want to put it on the screen, but the premise is that I have to build a large ship with the same proportions as the Titanic first."

"James, your idea is too crazy. No investor would do this."

The producer shook his head vigorously.

Cameron also felt that it was a bit unrealistic, but this seed had already taken deep root in his heart.

After Liu Qingshan and Victor had breakfast, they went to the wild vegetable factory. Seeing the carefully packaged bags of ground vegetables, Victor's smile became even brighter.

"Liu, you know, as a new best-selling author, I am now a person of status, which is very helpful to our business."

Although Liu Qingshan did not agree, he had to admit it.

In the past, Victor would be driven out of high-end restaurants if he went to promote his products.

But now it is different. He is also a person of status, and everyone who sees him has to be polite.

Sometimes, reputation is really a good thing.

So he said happily: "The ingredients promoted by great writers must be more high-end and more expensive, so, my dear great writer Mr. Victor, the price of ground vegetables this year will double."

Victor rolled his eyes at him: "Liu, don't you want your royalties?"

"Then increase it by 10%."

Liu Qingshan also asked for a sky-high price, and this time it was his real intention.

"Deal, happy cooperation."

Victor shook hands with Liu Qingshan happily, and then said: "Liu, I am more looking forward to cooperating with you in literature. Do you have any good ideas now?"

Liu Qingshan coughed twice: "Victor, let's talk about wild vegetables. People can't be lucky every time."

Victor shrugged helplessly: "Okay, then I will do my best to manage this book. How can I hype it up again? Liu, how about saying that a big director has taken a fancy to it and is going to adapt it into a movie?"

It must be said that Victor, although a scumbag in writing, is definitely a master in marketing.

Liu Qingshan nodded: "You can try to find a director named James Cameron, he should be interested."

"Terminator?"

Victor also showed off his biceps, but unfortunately they were all soft.

Liu Wenjing and Liu Wenjuan, the two sisters accompanying them, couldn't understand what they were saying. Whether they were speaking English or Chinese, they were confused.

But the deal was successfully concluded in such a muddle, and it was the most profitable deal after the morel mushrooms sold in the spring.

Last year, the price of dried ground vegetables was as high as one hundred US dollars per catty, and this year it has increased by 10%, that is, one hundred and ten US dollars.

Moreover, the number of ground vegetables this year has doubled compared to last year, on the one hand, there are three brigades such as Dingjiagou to help collect them.

There are two other strong supporters: one is from Hai Dagui, and the other is from the partner in Longjiang, that is, Wangjiaweizi.

Liu Qingshan had already told the village chief Wang there that he would come to collect ground vegetables. A few days ago, he just brought them back with a truck.

They are all dried ground vegetables that have been dried. After cleaning and packaging, they can be sold to the outside world.

Seeing that the wild vegetable factory has earned 620,000 US dollars just from ground vegetables, the Liu sisters are a little panicked: Is this true?

"Half has to be distributed." Liu Qingshan smiled at the two sisters.

Basically, a lot of this has to be distributed to Jiapigou Cooperative and other suppliers. It would be good if half is left.

This money is really timely for Liu Qingshan.

Yang Hongying has been planning several times these days to build a branch factory in Tianjin, but she just has no money on hand.

It is estimated that with this foreign exchange, and in the name of a joint venture, no matter which city you go to, people will treat you as a boss.

Of course, if Yang Hongying goes, she can't be the boss, so she can be the aunt.

Thinking about it, Liu Qingshan couldn't help shaking his head: Spend the money you earn, even the money you don't have, plan to spend it, is this really good?

At this time, Victor's voice came to his ears: "Liu, has your monkey wine started mass production this year? Can you give me the sales agency rights?"

Upon hearing this, even Leo and Ruth couldn't help swallowing a few times. They tasted monkey wine once, and they still think it's endless aftertaste when they think about it.

"It's monkey wine."

Liu Qingshan corrected it again, and then continued: "I didn't get much, at most 18,000 kilograms, and it hasn't been opened yet, I don't know how it is."

Fruit wine needs a period of time to ferment, and it can only be consumed after the beginning of spring next year at the earliest.

Victor was quite dissatisfied after hearing this: "Liu, when will you give me the monkey wine to sell, and when will I settle part of the royalties for you, haha."

The settlement of royalties has a cycle, and it takes at least a few months, so Victor's words are actually a joke.

"Don't worry, our cooperation has been very pleasant so far, so the monkey wine will definitely be given to you as an agent." Liu Qingshan also made a verbal promise.

He felt that Victor still had some tricks and would definitely become a big supplier in the future.

They shook hands here, and Leo next to them finally couldn't help but say: "Oh, it's a torture to wait a few months before tasting the monkey wine."

Liu Qingshan couldn't help but laugh: "If you are not afraid of being scratched by the monkey, you can probably steal some real monkey wine in the fairy cave now."

Really?

Victor and Leo looked at each other, their eyes became extremely firm, and they said in unison: "Liu, lead the way!"

March, early spring.

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The gloomy sky was gray and black, revealing a heavy depression, as if someone had splashed ink on rice paper, and the ink soaked the sky and smudged the clouds.

The clouds overlapped and blended with each other, diffusing crimson lightning, accompanied by rumbling thunder.

It was like the roar of gods, echoing in the world.

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The earth was hazy, and there was a ruined city, silent and lifeless in the dim red blood rain.

The city was in ruins, everything was withered, collapsed houses could be seen everywhere, and blue-black corpses and pieces of meat were seen everywhere, like broken autumn leaves, silently withering.

The streets that were bustling in the past are now bleak.

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

Only blood mud mixed with minced meat, dust, and paper remained, unable to distinguish one from the other, shocking.

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

The white fluff had long been soaked into wet red, full of eerie weirdness.

The turbid eyes seemed to have some resentment, looking alone at the mottled stones in front.

There, a figure was lying.

This was a thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy, with tattered clothes, 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 shabby coat from all directions, swept through his whole 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 about 70 feet away from him, and occasionally vigilantly observed the surroundings.

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

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

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