Goldfinger is a bit strange

Looking at the brand new book in front of him, he seemed to be able to smell a faint smell of ink in his nose. Liu Qingshan was a little dazed:

"Published another book?"

Gu Yaya and Lu Xiaofeng both blinked: Why do you say again?

They don't know about the Titanic book yet, because Tan Yong took it back and asked someone to translate it first. It is estimated that it will take some time before it is published.

Xiao Li was still excited: "Liu, don't you want to see our work? There is half of it of mine and half of it of yours."

Liu Qingshan had a black line on his forehead because he remembered the lyrics: Military Medal, half of it is yours and half of it is mine.

He finally remembered that when he was visiting dinosaur fossils, he casually told the story about Jurassic Park, and Xiao Li was very interested.

Unexpectedly, this guy actually wrote this book.

Take a closer look at the Tyrannosaurus rex on the cover with its bloody mouth, and the names of the two authors spitting out from the dragon's mouth: isn't the one at the back Qingshan-Liu?

"Liu, the sales of this book are very good in North America. I heard that it is also very popular in Europe. Some Hollywood directors have contacted me and want to buy the copyright."

Xiao Li was talking endlessly. Liu Qingshan remembered that the first time he saw this guy, he didn't seem like this. He was a little decadent. Why did he write a book and it was as if he had been injected with chicken blood? of?

Liu Qingshan did the math and found that in just three or four months since Xiao Li's last return, this guy was able to finish the book and publish it smoothly. It seems that he has a lot of energy.

And Xiao Li certainly had reason to be excited. He was originally marginalized in the family and fell into the category of transparent people.

The family's business has nothing to do with him at all, so you can just live and die and be a playboy.

Big families abroad never lack such people.

But Xiao Li also has a dream in his heart. He wants to break away from the shackles of his family and start a career on his own.

He had no choice but to live to be almost thirty years old and still achieve nothing. Even he himself felt that this might be the end of his life.

Until I came to China last time, met Liu Qingshan, and heard an interesting story. After Xiao Li returned to China, he immediately immersed himself in creation for a month.

After writing the book, he immediately contacted the publisher. He still had this energy and it was quickly published.

Sales were average at first, but later, President Smith and other members of the Dinosaur Research Society recommended it, making the book instantly popular.

Xiao Li suddenly became a best-selling author. All he can say is that this world is amazing and has infinite possibilities.

All of a sudden, Xiao Li became busy, signing books and selling books, appearing on TV stations for interviews, and even appearing on well-known American talk shows.

These novel experiences seemed to open the door to a new world for Xiao Li. He felt like he was alive again!

You must know that everything he has gained now is not with the help of the family's power, but for the first time, he has gained recognition based on his own abilities.

And all of this stems from that trip to the East and that young friend from the East, so Xiao Li rushed over to tell Liu Qingshan the good news.

Of course Liu Qingshan didn't know Xiao Li's mental journey. He flipped through the book and found that there were many illustrations in it.

Almost every dinosaur that appears has a corresponding illustration and introduction, which looks quite professional.

These are of course professional, and they were made by Xiao Li who invited experts from the Dinosaur Research Society.

The writing level is average, but the advantage is that the plot is more intense and exciting. At least it seems to be much better than Victor's Big Ship.

"Liu, we will share the royalties equally, or you can take 60%. After all, creativity is priceless."

Xiao Li is indeed better than the profiteer Victor, at least he does not hold back on the issue of royalties.

Earn another royalties?

Liu Qingshan always felt like he was inserting money into someone's life unintentionally, but of course there was no reason to push out the money that was delivered to his door.

So he smiled and nodded: "Li, we are friends, so we will divide it equally. This is fair to everyone."

Best-selling books are still very profitable, especially for such a big IP. In the future, adaptation rights and peripherals will benefit even more.

Xiao Li smiled and nodded, as if he had expected this result, and then raised his finger at the entourage behind him, and immediately a big man presented him with a check.

Xiao Li put the check on the table with a smile:

"My friend, I will be very busy in the next period of time and may not have time to come to you, so I will pay you a portion of the royalties in advance."

He is more particular than Victor, that old profiteer.

"Nice to work with, Lee."

Liu Qingshan glanced at the check and couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth: Wouldn't the foreign exchange from selling rice come back now?

The two reporters who had been staring at each other secretly took a look at the numbers on the check and carefully counted the string of zeros at the end.

ah!

Lu Xiaofeng exclaimed, and then quickly covered her mouth with her little hands.

Although Gu Yaya didn't scream, her face was full of shock: Five hundred thousand dollars, still US dollars!

Even 500,000 Huaxia coins are staggering enough, let alone US dollars.

But looking at Liu Qingshan again, he still had a calm expression on his face, as if this was not half a million, but five yuan.

Lu Xiaofeng and Gu Yaya couldn't help but feel a little hot on their faces: This is the gap.

Xiao Li was also a little surprised. He knew the Chinese side relatively well and knew that this money was definitely a huge sum of money for the current Chinese people.

But looking at Liu Qingshan's demeanor, he is really not trying to be calm. It seems that he has seen a lot of money.

Thinking about some of the information he had investigated, he felt relieved: Yes, compared with 10 million pounds, this can only be regarded as a small amount of money.

So he said with a smile: "Liu, I'm looking forward to it now. Do you have any better ideas in your mind?"

"I found that I now like writing, and writing makes me happy."

"How can it be so fast? Do you really think inspiration is just cabbage?"

Liu Qingshan spread his hands towards him.

Xiao Li didn't think so: "Actually, your idea for Titanic is also very good, but unfortunately, the writing skills of the guy you collaborated with are really poor."

On this point, even Liu Qingshan admitted that Victor's creative talent is indeed worse than that of Xiao Li. Of course, Xiao Li is not much higher. Don't laugh at a hundred steps if you take fifty steps.

Liu Qingshan thought for a while: "Li, actually, a work like Jurassic Park can be written as a series."

"Besides, you just said that there are people in Hollywood who value this novel and want to turn it into a movie. Why don't you give it a try?"

"Making a movie, oh, I didn't expect it, it must be fun." Xiao Li was like a little doll who got a new toy, shouting excitedly.

Liu Qingshan quickly reminded him: "The premise is that you need to find a good director, such as Spielberg."

Xiao Li chuckled: "Hmm, actually, he just fell in love with our big dinosaur."

This can only be said to be fate, and Liu Qingshan said again: "If allowed, you will invest part of it yourself."

"What about you? Are your pounds sleeping in the bank?"

Xiao Li immediately asked back.

Liu Qingshan glanced at him. It seemed that this guy had also experienced the bottom. It was not impossible to invest several million. After all, the movie was a big hit in the end, with a box office of over one billion, so he would not lose money no matter what.

Seeing that there were two reporters beside him, Liu Qingshan didn't want to talk about this topic in front of outsiders, so he smiled and said:

"Li, for that starry sky, have you prepared the exchange items?"

Xiao Li smiled: "Of course I came prepared, Liu, this is Mr. John, a famous oil painting connoisseur, and I want to appreciate your starry sky."

After hearing what he said, Liu Qingshan understood. Of course, the authenticity must be verified first. If it is really the work of Vincent Van Gogh, he will be willing to exchange it.

Liu Qingshan is also looking forward to it: it seems that what the other party brings is definitely not ordinary.

In this case, let’s look at the painting first.

Liu Qingshan explained to the two reporters, and the two beautiful reporters also expressed that they wanted to witness it.

So we drove two cars to the commune. In front of the Dinosaur Fossil Museum, it was still empty. The old man looking after the door was taking a nap against the gate.

Seeing this, Xiao Li couldn't help but shake his head: "Liu, if there was such a museum in my country, many parents would bring their children to visit it."

Liu Qingshan also smiled and nodded: "Soon, our country will soon be able to achieve this."

After entering the museum, we went straight to Liu Qingshan's private treasure room. 7K妏揩

"Oh, Liu, you seem to have more exhibits."

Xiao Li could see the changes with just one glance. He knew to some extent that collecting antiques was expensive.

Liu Qingshan's collection was of course growing, and he nodded with pleasure.

"Oh, the cake seller!"

A strange scream rang out. It was Mr. John, the connoisseur who had always had no sense of existence. He was dancing in front of the oil painting of the starry sky.

A magnifying glass also fell on the ground.

"It's definitely unmistakable. It's definitely Vincent's work, and it's also the best starry sky. Just now, I almost felt like I turned into a star in it!"

John's spirit seemed extremely excited, and Liu Qingshan hurriedly rushed to his side, worried that this guy would go crazy and not destroy the treasures in the treasure room.

After listening to John's words, Xiao Li finally felt relieved.

Although he was completely sure that it was a work by Van Gogh, he was still an outsider after all, so he had to find an insider to see it before he could truly feel at ease.

"This is a work that touches the soul. It's great, it's simply great!"

John muttered to himself.

It seems that Xiao Li is quite honest and did not ask John to deliberately belittle him.

The two reporters also came together to admire it, but they couldn't see what was happening, and they felt a little dizzy.

Why not take a look at the landscape, flower and bird paintings around? These Chinese paintings are quite pleasing to the eye.

This is the cultural gap. Which one is better and which one is worse? The benevolent sees benevolence and the wise see wisdom.

Liu Qingshan just watched quietly. He knew that if Xiao Li didn't bring out something that moved his heart this time, he would definitely not be able to take the starry sky with him.

After a while, John gradually returned to normal. He stopped yelling and just stood quietly in front of the painting in a daze.

Xiao Li nodded with satisfaction: "Liu, it's time to take a look at what I brought. I guarantee that you will be satisfied."

Liu Qingshan cheerfully pointed to the traditional Chinese paintings hanging around: "Li, don't talk big words yet."

Xiao Li didn't argue and asked the attendant to bring over a cardboard box. After opening it, an old silk book was revealed.

Liu Qingshan couldn't help but cheer up: Could it be a painting from the Tang and Song dynasties?

Because paper has a limited preservation period, generally no more than a thousand years, so the older paintings that can be preserved to the present are mostly silk.

After unfolding, the picture is slightly yellow, half of it is words and half of it is paintings.

The painting is a white flower branch, on which stands a colorful parrot, with plump feathers and lifelike.

Looking at the inscription next to it, even if Liu Qingshan is an outsider, he can see that the unique calligraphy should be the famous Slender Gold Style.

Could it be the calligraphy and painting of Song Huizong?

Liu Qingshan couldn't help but cheer up. Although he has a lot of ancient paintings on hand, there is really no one of this level.

"This is collected in the Boston Museum. Here is the collection certificate. I heard that the author is a president of your ancient times, and the history is even older than our country's history."

Liu Qingshan was too lazy to correct Xiao Li about the difference between emperors and presidents.

Because of Xiao Li's words, Liu Qingshan no longer had any doubts. It seems that it is indeed a painting by Song Huizong.

Looking at the collection certificate, it turns out that this painting is called "Five-Colored Parrot Picture".

He took a deep breath: "Exchange!"

Xiao Li also stretched out his hand: "Liu, I knew you would definitely agree. This painting is the treasure of the Boston Museum. If it weren't for John, they would never agree."

Think about it, it makes sense. Such an important collection is not something that everyone can borrow. This Xiao Li is indeed not simple.

However, Liu Qingshan looked at John, who was still standing in front of the starry sky in a daze, so he smiled unconsciously: This painting is also not simple.

This transaction is not about who is taking advantage and who is losing. It can be regarded as each getting what they need.

Such a result is naturally a happy one.

Both parties signed the exchange contract, which was officially effective, and then each took their own paintings and were happy.

Xiao Li's work was not in vain. Although the ownership of this starry sky map belongs to the Boston Museum, he has the right to visit and appreciate it at any time.

You know, famous paintings like these are rarely exhibited at ordinary times, and you can't see them whenever you want.

After returning to Jiapigou, Liu Qingshan began to prepare meals and entertain guests.

He also took the time to call Uncle Lu, and the aunt in charge of calling people said hello. Master Lu and his friends had just returned, so they found people right away.

Liu Qingshan told the story of changing a five-color parrot painting.

He asked, "Master Lu, we are not losing money on this deal, right?"

Then there was a clang from the microphone, followed by a harsh noise.

Another aunt's voice came through the microphone: "Xiao Lu, you have to be careful, this phone is precious, you hold it, don't break it. Public property, that must be compensated!"

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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