Hello, 1983

A few days ago, Victor called and said that he would come in these days.

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

It was already dark in Bishui County, where I arrived last night, so I came here early this morning.

The pair of Leo and Ruth were also with them. In fact, these two guys had nothing to do with them, mainly because when they came last time, eating, drinking and having fun was so enjoyable, they were a little addicted.

Accompanying them was only a trolley driver from the county commercial bureau who pulled them over early in the morning.

Liu Qingshan went up to meet them and hugged them one by one. Ruth also picked up the fourth and fifth, and kissed a few times, so that the faces of the two little girls were covered with lipstick marks.

"Liu, what are you doing here, is it a ceremony?"

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

Ruth also blinked: "It won't be the Olympic crown of olive branches, it's so beautiful, I want to wear it too."

"It's nothing to do with you. This is Teacher's Day. The children gave gifts to the three teachers."

Liu Qingshan knew that Ruth was not very well-mannered. Does anyone in the village hold the Olympic Games? Do they really think it is the Olympic Village?

Only then did the three foreigners understand, and Victor nodded again and again: "Liu, this shows that your country attaches great importance to education. As it happens, I also have a gift for you here."

give me a present?

Liu Qingshan blinked, not understanding what Victor meant.

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

"I thought it was something, it turned out to be a book, so what's the fuss about." Liu Qingshan couldn't understand the brain circuits of foreigners.

Victor pulled up his Mediterranean hairstyle: "Liu, will you be happy if you change it to a bundle of banknotes?"

"No, I'm happier to see this Titanic."

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

When I met Victor for the first time, Liu Qingshan told him the story in the script. As a result, Victor, an old writer, actually wrote the book and printed it.

"Liu,

I'm glad to see your reaction, it proves that you are not a layman. ' said Victor rhetorically.

Liu Qingshan pouted: "A profiteer like you is qualified to talk about art?"

Victor is not ashamed: "Liu, money will always serve art, no matter what, this is our work, after all, is it true?"

our product?

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

Hey, you guy, why are you putting my name on it?

Liu Qingshan was relieved when he looked at Victor with a proud face.

Well, it should satisfy the hobby of an old literary youth. Anyway, this kind of novel is probably just entertaining oneself, and by the way, it is the type of gift to relatives and friends.

Don't watch the movie in a mess, but novels, such an old-fashioned story, who likes to watch?

Victor, on the other hand, seemed more excited: "Liu, our book is on fire, and it has been on sale since September 1st. When I came, it had sold more than 800,000 copies, and it is estimated that it may have exceeded 100 in the past few days. Thousands of volumes."

"Liu, the manuscript fee should also be a lot of money at that time. The contributions of the two of us are almost the same, so we can divide the money equally."

When it comes to money, Victor's essence is immediately exposed, and he is so excited that his pupils are almost turned into dollar symbols.

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

He casually flipped through a few pages and read the English version, which seemed to be the case.

The distance from the old Mr. Victor Hugo, just like in Notre Dame de Paris, the difference between the appearance and heart of Quasimodo, the bell ringer, is the difference in the level of writing.

Even this can sell 100,000 copies a day, even if Liu Qingshan is killed.

Could it be that Victor, in order to become famous, paid for himself?

Anyway, Liu Qingshan can't understand, even if the overall level of the current writers declines, it can't be like riding a slide.

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

This is a piece of The Times, and Liu Qingshan soon found a piece of news in a prominent position:

Remains of the wreck of the Titanic have been found.

Look at the time of the paper, it is September 1st.

Liu Qingshan seemed to understand a little: the reason why Victor's book was able to catch fire was because of the news.

I don't know if this guy has shit luck, or is this guy's marketing tricks smart?

In fact, on Huaxia's side, this news was only mentioned in the news for more than ten seconds.

However, in those countries in Europe and America, it is overwhelming and has become the hottest topic.

But at this time, a novel describing the sinking of the Titanic was born. It's good, it greatly satisfied people's curiosity, and they paid for it.

Victor is still a little self-aware that only fifty thousand copies of the first edition were printed, and it sold out within a day.

So I hurriedly reprinted it, delaying a few days, otherwise, it would definitely sell more.

After figuring out the situation, Liu Qingshan was also very happy: he didn't bother at all, just by moving his mouth and telling a story, he could be divided into a large amount of manuscript fee. This kind of good thing is hard to find with a lantern.

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

When they arrived at Liu Qingshan's house, they greeted their family members, but Lei Ou didn't see anything out of the way: "Liu, I want to eat brains for breakfast."

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

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

Then I have to go to the tofu workshop to see if there is any soy milk. Lin Zhi took the pot to the tofu workshop in the village.

When Gao Wenxue heard that the novel Liu Qingshan co-authored with others was actually published abroad, and sold millions of copies in a short period of time, he almost dropped his jaw, and quickly picked up a copy and prepared to read it.

It's just that his English is so bad that I can't read it.

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

Gao Wenxue couldn't help pushing his glasses and looked at Liu Qingshan suspiciously: "Sanfeng, is your translation level too poor?"

"Haha, Victor, did you hear that, that's what a writer gave you."

Liu Qingshan couldn't help but be happy.

Then he comforted Gao Wenxue: "Brother-in-law, you can create with peace of mind. In the future, you will definitely help you find a good translation and publish your work abroad. Maybe you will win the Nobel Prize for Literature."

Facts have proved that a good translator is very important, and the first Chinese writer who won the literary award must have a deep understanding.

"I don't dare to think about the Nobel Prize. If I can win the Mao Dun Literature Award, I will be content!"

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

And Victor doesn't care, he still knows what level he is.

But isn't luck also a part of strength when the times create heroes?

Just when Victor and the others were at Liu Qingshan's house, they were tasting delicious brains... no, it was delicious tofu brains. Far away on the other side of the ocean, a man named James Cameron was also reading Victoria with great interest. Liu's masterpiece.

"Oh, James, are you planning to make any new movies lately?"

A Hollywood producer greeted warmly.

Just last year, Cameron was born with a "Terminator" and became a new Hollywood director. Many investors were waving banknotes, hoping to win his favor.

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

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

The producer shook his head vigorously.

Cameron also felt a little unrealistic, but this seed had already taken root in his heart.

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

"Liu, you know, as a new best-selling author, I'm also a person of status now, which helps our business a lot."

Although Liu Qingshan disagreed, he had to admit it.

In the past, Victor, who went to high-end restaurants to sell, might be asked to be kicked out.

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

Sometimes, fame can be a good thing.

So he said cheerfully: "The ingredients promoted by the great writers are definitely more high-end and the price is higher, so, my dear Mr. Victor, the great writer, this year's ground dishes, the price is doubled."

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

"Then increase it by ten percent."

Liu Qingshan is also asking for a price, this time is his original intention.

"Deal, happy cooperation."

Victor shook hands with Liu Qingshan happily, and then said, "Liu, I am looking forward to working with you on 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'll do my best to manage this book first, how can I hype it up, Liu, just say that a big director has taken a fancy to it, how about preparing to adapt it into a movie?"

I have to say, Victor, although he is a scumbag in writing, he definitely already has a bit of a master style in terms of marketing.

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

"The Terminator?"

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

Sisters Liu Wenjing and Liu Wenjuan, who were accompanying them, couldn't understand what they were talking about. Whether they were speaking English or Chinese, they could hear them in a fog.

But it was just so confusing, the business was successfully negotiated, and it was the most profitable business after the morels sold in the spring.

Last year, the price of dry ground vegetables was as high as $100 per catty. This year, it has increased by 10%, which is $110.

Moreover, the number of ground vegetables this year has doubled compared to last year. On the one hand, three brigades including Dingjiagou helped to collect them.

There are also two other strong aids: one is from Hai Dagui, and the other is from a partner from Longjiang, namely Wangjiaweizi.

Liu Qingshan had already told the village chief there that he would come to collect the ground vegetables and bring them back with a freight car for a few days.

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

Seeing that the wild vegetable factory is only one of the ground vegetables, and it has received 620,000 US dollars, the Liu sisters are a little flustered: is this true?

"Half the score yet." Liu Qingshan smiled at the two sisters.

In this, basically a lot should be allocated to the Jiapigou Cooperative and other suppliers, and it is good to have the remaining half.

This money is really timely for Liu Qingshan.

Yang Hongying has been talking about it several times these days. She wants to set up a branch in Jinmen, but she has no money on hand.

It is estimated that with this foreign exchange, in the name of a joint venture, in any city, people will take you as their uncle.

Of course, if Yang Hongying were to go, she would definitely not be an uncle, she would be an aunt.

Thinking about it, Liu Qingshan couldn't help shaking his head: If you make some money, you can spend it, and even if you don't get it, you plan to go out. Is this really okay?

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

When they heard this, even Leo and Ruth couldn't help swallowing a few saliva. They had tasted the monkey wine once, and when they think about it, they still have a lot of aftertastes.

"It's monkey wine."

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

Fruit wine takes a period of time to ferment, and it can only be drunk after the next spring at the earliest.

When Victor heard it, he was quite dissatisfied: "Liu, when will you give me the monkey wine to sell, and when will I settle a part of the manuscript fee to you, haha."

The settlement of manuscript fees 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 Monkey Wine will definitely be handed over to you as an agent." Liu Qingshan also made an oral promise.

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

They shook hands here, and Leo next to him finally couldn't hold back: "Oh, it's still a few months before you can taste the monkey wine, it's a kind of torture."

Liu Qingshan couldn't help but be overjoyed: "If you are not afraid of being scratched by monkeys, go to Shenxian Cave now, and it is estimated that you can steal some real monkey wine."

Really?

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