Goldfinger is a bit strange

It's no wonder that Teacher Meng is suspicious. You must know that this literary award was established based on the old man's last wish and 250,000 yuan in manuscript fees.

And now, with an extra two million US dollars suddenly available, Teacher Meng is of course in disbelief.

Seeing this, Gao Wenxue smiled and said: "Teacher Meng, this money includes the royalties from the books published by Brother Wang and me abroad, but the boss still has Qingshan to supplement his own royalties."

Writer Lu nodded: "This money is all income from royalties. It can be regarded as not violating the old man's last wish."

Teacher Meng swallowed hard and finally came to his senses. You know, it is now the year 1990.

Although the term 10,000-yuan household has gradually faded away, few ordinary families can put aside 10,000 yuan in savings.

What's more, this is two million US dollars and tens of millions of Chinese coins. Even if it is not used for investment, but is left in the bank to earn interest, it will generate hundreds of thousands of income every year.

Although the bank's savings interest rate has decreased at this time, it is still much higher than in later generations.

A clerk like Teacher Meng cannot make the decision in any case about this money.

After careful consideration, he decided to call the judges. The amount of money was too scary.

There are sixteen judges in this year's competition, all of whom are well-respected old writers, and several of them are members of the Writers' Association. Teacher Meng made a few phone calls.

After putting down the phone, Teacher Meng remembered something. He looked at Liu Qingshan, the youngest, with a strange look in his eyes: I heard just now that this young writer got a big job?

Gao Wenxu also saw it, so he smiled and said: "Qingshan's pen name abroad is called Mountain Ting."

Oh, Teacher Meng suddenly realized that he was also an insider. Of course he had heard of this name. He heard that the books were very popular in Europe and the United States. No wonder it was such a big deal.

After drinking a cup of tea, three old writers in their sixties or seventies came in.

To Writer Lu and others, these people were considered seniors, and they quickly stood up to greet them.

The leader is Liu writer Bai Yu, whose works have been selected into middle and high school textbooks many times. His works have also been selected this year.

Everyone shook hands and greeted each other first. After sitting down, there were not enough chairs in the office, so Liu Qingshan and Gao Wenxu, the three young people, could only stand.

"How can this be done? How can a great hero be punished by standing still?" Writer Liu was over seventy years old, but he still spoke very humorously. He asked someone to bring a few more chairs from the office next door.

They all sat down this time. When Writer Liu asked about the situation, he also looked very relieved:

"From now on, the world will be dominated by you young people. What's even more rare is that a few of you still have such a heart for fighting. It's really respectable."

“On behalf of the jury and the writers’ group, I would like to thank all three of them.”

The old gentleman stood up and bowed deeply to Liu Qingshan and the others.

"I can't do it, I can't do it." Liu Qingshan and the others stood up quickly. Gao Wenxu and Wenshi Lu, one on the left and one on the right, supported the old man.

Writer Liu laughed loudly: "That's right. In this way, the influence of our literary award will definitely increase a lot."

After speaking, he patted Gao Wenxue and Writer Lu on the shoulders: "You two seem to be at a loss. You took out two million US dollars and you can't get it back."

Everyone laughed together, and Writer Liu continued: "But there is a way. You two work harder and try to win more literary awards, and you can get back to your roots."

Hahaha, everyone was even more happy. The old gentleman was not just humorous, but his words also contained encouragement for the younger generations.

Then, Writer Liu's eyes fell on Liu Qingshan again, and he felt a little confused. He didn't know how to reward this person?

Those works are all published abroad, and they are really not well received in China.

And even if there are awards, they will definitely participate in international awards.

As for bonuses, forget it. People really look down on such bonuses in China.

After thinking for a while, the old gentleman's eyes lit up, and he happily said to Liu Qingshan:

"Qingshan, please write an application later. Although our Writers Association is a small family, after joining, we will become an organized person."

Liu Qingshan really has no idea about joining the Writers' Association.

But since it was the old gentleman's kindness, he couldn't refuse it. He just wanted to show his name anyway, so he smiled and nodded in agreement.

The subsequent topic naturally began to talk about literary creation. Liu Qingshan did not say anything and listened attentively.

Writer Liu asked about the new works of Writer Lu and Gao Wenxue, and then talked about Writer Lu’s The World last year, which was selected for the Nobel Prize in Literature, but unfortunately, he failed to win the award.

The old gentleman couldn't help but feel a little sad, saying that this is the closest thing to a Nobel Prize in the Chinese literary world, which is a pity.

"There is still hope this year, maybe I will be selected."

Liu Qingshan suddenly said that the situation this year is no better than last year, and as the past two years continue to ferment, Ordinary World's reputation in the international literary world is getting better and better.

"It's best that this important task falls on the shoulders of you young people." Writer Liu said sincerely.

Such an important matter will naturally have a follow-up. The jury will definitely contact the news media for publicity and reporting.

However, Liu Qingshan was not prepared to get involved in this kind of thing. Gao Wenxue and Writer Lu ran faster and went back to Jiapigou the next day.

The reporters couldn't find the real person when interviewing, so they could only report normally.

After a night's rest, Liu Qingshan sent Wu Tong to the company the next day, and four million US dollars were credited to his account. The people in the company's animation department under the tree could finally feel proud.

Heart to Heart Art Troupe has just completed its European tour. This tour was particularly successful and completed the task perfectly.

In the past, the singers went out to earn foreign exchange, and the animation department looked at them greedily. Now both parties are finally equal.

So when the employees saw Wu Tong, their eyes were full of admiration and respect.

And Wu Tong immediately got into work and began to make arrangements for the production of the animated film The Lion King.

Liu Qingshan walked around and finally turned to Gao Lingfeng's office, where he saw Song Xue and Boss Zhang were also there, settling accounts.

"Bosses, congratulations on getting rich."

After Liu Qingshan entered the door, he did not forget to make a few jokes.

"Boss Liu, you are the rich man, okay?"

Song Xue smiled and replied, of course the major shareholder of this company is Liu Qingshan.

Zhang Pengfei shook the calculator in his hand: "My youngest, the income from this European tour is pretty good. We at Beijing University can get more than five million US dollars."

Wei Bing also nodded with a smile: "I really envy the students of Peking University now. They are much better than we were back then. They have custom-made uniforms and food subsidies."

"Come on, second brother, don't you feel that you are already fat? Your belly is growing!" Liu Qingshan went over and patted Wei Bing's belly, making everyone laugh.

After joking for a while, Gao Lingfeng got to the point. The main issue was the distribution of this income. Needless to say, Beijing University would take 30%.

There is still more than 10 million US dollars left, of course the actors will be rewarded, and part of the remaining funds will be reserved as the company's development fund.

"By the way, how was the filming of Director Zhang's movie?" Liu Qingshan asked.

Gu Bai This is the first movie invested and filmed by Dashuxia Company, Raise the Red Lantern.

"Director Zhang's crew has been filming at the Qiao Family Courtyard in Shanxi." Song Xue replied.

Liu Qingshan still attaches great importance to this movie. He plans to try his luck at the Oscar when the time comes. What if he wins?

Zhang Pengfei looked around and saw that there was no one else in the room, then he smiled and said, "Youngest, don't you care about Director Jiang's drama?"

"Looking at you gloating about misfortune, there must be nothing good going on." Liu Qingshan rolled his eyes at the boss.

This is also the trick that Liu Qingshan set up for Wang Fujun, and he collaborated with Director Jiang to shoot the sunny day. I don’t know what happened.

Zhang Pengfei said with a smile: "That Mr. Mike Wang was tortured so hard by Director Jiang, Qingshan, you don't know, that Director Jiang spends money lavishly, and Wang Fujun's brilliant entertainment can't hold on, haha. "

This is similar to what Liu Qingshan expected, but the specific situation under the tree is just what Wang Zhan said and is not clear.

Liu Qingshan knocked on Zhang Pengfei's head: "Don't gloat about others' misfortunes. Mr. Wang Fujun is also doing this to revitalize the domestic film industry, hehehehe."

At the end of the story, he also laughed. Liu Qingshan despised this Wang Fujun, so of course he was happy to see the joke.

The most exciting thing is that Song Lei and Chu Xiaoba's group are also involved with Wang Fujun. They may be in trouble together this time.

After laughing for a while, Liu Qingshan said seriously: "Don't worry about those irrelevant people for now, how is our own drama going now?"

"Preparations have been completed and filming will begin soon."

Gao Lingfeng was also refreshed. The first drama of their company under the tree was "I Love My Family", and Gao Lingfeng had great hopes on it.

Liu Qingshan nodded: "Okay, whenever you want to shoot, just call me."

While they were chatting, Liu Qingshan's cell phone rang. It was Wang Zhan calling, asking Liu Qingshan to go to the film and television city. He said that Wang Fujun and Director Jiang were both there, and a fight was about to start.

"I'm not trying to stop the fight." Liu Qingshan muttered, but he still wanted to go and see the excitement.

Driving to the film and television city, it was still lively here, and the rehearsals for the Asian Games opening ceremony were in full swing.

Liu Qingshan didn't have time to watch for the time being and went directly to Wang Zhan's office.

Entering this ancient yamen building, I heard a loud voice from afar: "Wang, Mr. Wang, this scene is filming at a critical moment. What do you mean by not taking money?"

Hearing the tone of his voice was that of Lao Jiang, it looked like he was really anxious.

"You want one million today, and one million tomorrow. The promised filming funding of four million has now doubled to eight million, and you still have the nerve to ask for money!"

Another voice came over, this time it was Wang Fujun's. The voice was also quite loud, and it sounded quite angry.

Liu Qingshan went in without any hurry and listened outside the door.

"Wang, Mr. Wang, we have to be reasonable. We have to strive for perfection in this movie. We are not greedy for a penny of your money. I, I dare to speak my conscience!"

"I don't care, anyway, our brilliant entertainment will not give you another penny!"

The two people in the room started arguing over "a penny".

Liu Qingshan listened for a while and felt that the heat was almost done, so he walked in humming: "I picked up a penny on the side of the road..."

After entering the house, they saw Lao Jiang and Wang Fujun standing in the middle of the house like two fighting roosters.

Liu Qingshan chuckled: "I happened to pick up a penny on the roadside just now. I'll give it to you two. Let's not ruin our friendship just for a penny."

The two looked at him together: Is it a penny thing?

"Oh, Mr. Liu, you are finally back!" Wang Fujun quickly ran towards Liu Qingshan.

"Liu, Mr. Liu, please come back!" Lao Jiang also rushed over with long strides.

This is good, one on each side of the two of them took one of Liu Qingshan's arms, as if they were seeing relatives.

"Boy, please tell me if you have something to say."

Liu Qingshan gently shook his arm, but the two of them couldn't resist, and each fell down on the chair.

Only then did Wang Fujun realize that Director Liu was a martial artist, so he complained repeatedly: "Mr. Liu, Director Jiang's filming is too expensive, and he has cost us millions more!"

"That's right, if we hadn't looked at Liu Yinghou's face, our brothers would have dealt with him long ago!" Chu Xiaoba also supported him, which made Lao Jiang panic.

But he still argued: "I, I did it for art."

"You're giving all my money to the dogs for the sake of art!" Wang Fujun was so angry that he really wanted to kick him hard.

Liu Qingshan coughed: "You two, if you want to quarrel, just find a cool place to quarrel."

Seeing that the two people were silent, Liu Qingshan asked: "Mr. Wang, how much did you spend in total now?"

"Eight million!" Wang Fujun looked pained.

Liu Qingshan blinked: "Didn't Mr. Wang inherit the inheritance worth tens of millions of dollars?"

Even if I have money, I can't invest all my money in this movie. Wang Fujun is also a little embarrassed.

Liu Qingshan then turned to ask another person: "Director Jiang, how far is the filming of this movie, and how much funding will be needed for the follow-up?"

"More than half of the filming has already been done, but it still needs at least four to five million. I'm going to send it to the island country for post-production. The production level there is high."

Lao Jiang didn't hide anything and told the truth.

Wang Fujun became anxious when he heard this: "We still need four million. I tell you, Jiang, don't even think about a penny!"

Chu Xiaoba and the others were also clamoring. They had also invested some money in Huihuang Entertainment. They were considered small shareholders. If they lost money, they would also have to pay.

Lao Jiang lowered his head and said nothing, as if a dead pig was not afraid of boiling water: Anyway, the money was spent and there is no way to make up for it.

Liu Qingshan also looked embarrassed and glanced at Wang Zhan. Wang Zhan said quickly: "We have done everything we need to do here in the film and television city. We provide food and drinks. There is nothing wrong at all."

Liu Qingshan then said: "This is the end of the matter. Why don't you, Mr. Wang, bear with it a little longer and make up for the follow-up funds? Finally, we can finish the filming, right? Otherwise, the eight million invested in advance will be wasted." Already?"

"At least five million." Lao Jiang interjected.

"I'll beat you to the tune of five million first!"

Wang Fujun finally couldn't help it, and slapped Lao Jiang on the face with a big slap, leaving five eye-catching finger prints.

"Hitting someone!"

Liu Qingshan shouted, and then a dozen young people rushed in from outside. They all looked about 16 or 17 years old. They were the young actors filming.

These little guys still had a relationship with Lao Jiang. When they saw the director being beaten, they could not help but rush towards Wang Fujun.

Chu Xiaoba and others behind Wang Fujun also joined the battle group, and a chaotic battle broke out.

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 Novel app to read the latest chapters for free without ads. The bloody rain, with sadness, fell down into the mortal world.

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

The city is in ruins and 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 streets that used to be bustling with people are now desolate.

The sandy dirt road that used to be bustling with people is no longer noisy now.

Only blood and mud mixed with minced meat, dust, and paper were left, indistinguishable from each other, which was shocking.

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

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

The turbid eyes seemed to have some residual resentment, looking lonely at the mottled rocks in front of them.

There, a figure was lying down.

This was a boy of thirteen or fourteen years old, his clothes were torn and covered with dirt, and he had a broken leather bag tied around his waist.

The young man squinted his eyes and remained motionless. The biting cold penetrated his worn coat from all directions and spread throughout his body, gradually taking away his body temperature.

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Following his gaze, he saw a skinny vulture gnawing on the carrion of a wild dog, seven or eight feet away from him, occasionally observing its surroundings vigilantly.

It seems that in this dangerous ruins, if there is the slightest movement, it will instantly rise into the sky.

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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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