Goldfinger is a bit strange

The singers who received the money were all smiles after being excited.

Those who haven't received any money are mainly the behind-the-scenes staff, all of whom can't hide their disappointment. I guess they will only be given a consolation prize of one or two hundred yuan at most, right?

Then they heard the young Mr. Liu say: "Our company under the tree is different from other companies. The singers are glamorous on the stage. In fact, half of the credit belongs to you, the behind-the-scenes workers, so we should also be rewarded heavily." ”

When everyone heard this, they couldn't help but cheer up, and then heard Liu Qingshan continue:

"Everyone's bonus base is also two thousand yuan, and there will be an increase based on contribution. Just like this time, the song on the platform is very popular, and the songwriters will be rewarded. For every good song, an additional five yuan will be awarded. Thousands of dollars!”

The crowded hut suddenly became silent.

A middle-aged man who composed music suddenly murmured: "It's valuable! My hard work is finally valuable!"

He was quite a big man, and the corners of his eyes were actually moist.

No one laughed at him because they all felt the same way.

On the one hand, it is due to this huge bonus, and on the other hand, it is due to the sense of recognition.

In the company under the big tree, their labor has received due respect, and a real sense of belonging lingers in the hearts of everyone, just like the ancient saying: a scholar will die for a confidant!

You must know that in the current environment, the spiritual wealth they have worked so hard to create really does not get its due value.

Perhaps on a spiritual level, they are indeed respected and loved; but materially, they are basically the same as ordinary people who rely on wages, or even poorer. After all, creation also requires a certain amount of investment.

Composing a song may only result in a few dozen yuan in prize money.

Just like Mr. Wang, the chief composer of the 1987 version of Dream of Red Mansions, he spent a year in vain on one song. How to measure the value of this song?

Mr. Wang undertook all the music for this TV series, and his remuneration was 250 yuan per episode, leaving 200 yuan after tax. The entire show made less than 10,000 yuan.

It took more than a thousand days and months of hard work.

Although people in this era are extremely professional, they still hope that their labor can create greater value and make their own lives and the lives of their families better.

After all the bonuses were distributed, it was obvious that everyone's spirit was different from before.

Liu Qingshan used money, and even more respect, to firmly anchor everyone to the big tree.

Liu Qingshan also enjoys this kind of atmosphere, which has entangled interests and emotional ties. Compared with the cold money relationship, it makes people feel more comfortable.

He looked at the paper in his hand again: "There are also several lyricists and composers who are not currently in our company, but the bonus is still quite large."

"Teacher Huang from the Southern Flower City, the platform and the little girl under the street lamp created this time are very popular. We will send someone to give you a bonus of 10,000 yuan, and..."

Everyone was stunned for a moment: How can we be rewarded like this? 7K妏揩

This bonus can be saved completely, since you are not from your own company anyway.

However, this young Mr. Liu actually treated everyone equally and treated everyone equally. This is because there are many people with money... Haha.

There are also some people who are smart and have some insights in their hearts, especially the singers who have not yet made their debut, and they all start to get excited.

They can imagine: With the company's reward method, if anyone has a good work in the future, who will use it?

Needless to say, of course it’s under a big tree!

With good works, who benefits the most is, of course, the singers.

For a time, the singers' eyes shone brightly. Regardless of whether they were men or women, they could all foresee their bright futures, which of course also included money.

Some people have also contacted Mr. Liu's other identity. He is also a composer of lyrics and music.

No wonder it’s taken so seriously.

They didn't know that Liu Qingshan was not a professional musician after all, and he could still produce one or two songs. If Dashuxia Entertainment Company wanted to develop, it would have to rely on the joint efforts of those professionals.

His move is to attract as many talents as possible in this era of barbaric growth.

"Mr. Liu, my teacher has composed a new song called Missing. I want to ask if I can sing it."

Crayon... Amao raised his hand excitedly.

She does have a good teacher.

Liu Qingshan nodded: "Okay, you give it a try, and the treatment will be in accordance with our company's rules."

At this time, someone else raised their hand, it was Senior Sister Song Xue: "Mr. Liu, do we staff get any bonuses?"

In the past few months, Song Xue has been the most active employee in the company, and her abilities are also outstanding.

She comes from a good family, not because of herself, but mainly because of her classmates who have been volunteering to help.

Liu Qingshan looked at her and smiled: "Others have it, two hundred yuan of hard work fee, but you don't have it, Senior Sister Song."

"Okay, everyone's busy work was not in vain!"

Song Xue cheered, then her face fell and she muttered: "Why didn't I?"

"Because your treatment is on the same level as Zhang Pengfei and others."

Liu Qingshan plans to expand the shareholders under the tree, and include Gao Lingfeng and Song Xue in addition to the foursome in their dormitory.

Song Xue's bright eyes became brighter and she whispered "Thank you" softly.

Liu Qingshan waved his hand: "Okay, there is one more thing. We need to go to Spring City for a performance before the year. Everyone is ready to go. Just a reminder, it's cold over there, so wear more cotton clothes."

"To add, the members of this performance are all from our company under the tree." Gao Lingfeng looked at the singers with excited faces and felt a sense of accomplishment in his heart.

In just a few months, the company can reach a small scale, and the future is promising.

The meeting ended after the arrangements were made, but everyone was reluctant to leave for a long time. They suddenly felt attached to this place that still seemed a bit shabby, just like their own home.

Liu Qingshan put on his coat and hat first: "Why don't you leave? Do you have money in your pockets and are you worried about being robbed?"

He joked, pushed the door open and walked out of the house. Snowflakes were flying outside, and the world was clean.

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When Liu Qingshan led forty or fifty people from Dashuxia Entertainment Company out of Chuncheng Railway Station, many people muttered, "It's so cold! It's so cold!"

Especially the little stools and the others who came from the south shivered immediately.

"The car is here, everyone get on first!"

Liu Qingshan shouted, and then walked towards Lu Wen and others who were waiting here. They were mainly from the automobile factory union, and Liu Qingshan had been in contact with them.

He shook hands with these old acquaintances cordially and said cheerfully: "Secretary Lu, the standards for this pick-up station are quite high."

Lu Wen seemed to have lost a little weight. He reached out and patted Liu Qingshan on the shoulder: "We only came with four cars. We thought you would only come with a dozen people. Good guy, it's a big force!"

Looking at the dark crowd in front of him, Lu Wen was also a little confused: this battle seemed a bit big.

"That's right, you have to be worthy of the folks in your hometown." Liu Qingshan was still smiling.

"Okay, we are not afraid of the crowd. Qingshan, you are becoming more and more promising. You are so popular in the capital."

Lu Wen couldn't help but sigh, he had been in contact with Liu Qingshan for several years, and he was still treading water, while the young man back then was already flying higher and higher.

"It's okay, we are all our own people." Liu Qingshan responded.

Then I heard an exclamation: "Xiao Cui, Xiao Cui who sings about having nothing!"

According to Lu Wenxun, she was a clerk in the trade union. She was a young girl, so it was inevitable that she would make a fuss.

Wait, Xiao Cui, is he the one advertised in the newspaper who went abroad to sing and bring glory to the country?

Lu Wen was stunned for a moment. His focus was naturally different from that of the junior officer, but one thing was the same: this was a big star!

"Qingshan, yes, yes, I can invite you all!" Lu Wen's chubby face smiled even more, and after Liu Qingshan's introduction, he stepped forward and shook hands with everyone one by one.

"Welcome, welcome. It's cold here. Comrades, you've all worked hard. Get in the car quickly."

Lu Wen was relatively unfamiliar with the names of these singers, but the young people who came with them all opened their mouths in surprise, letting the biting cold wind pour into their mouths.

"The tape queen with the big afro, my god, can you invite me?"

"And this one, isn't it the one singing Little Girl Under the Street Lamp? Haha, I saw it alive today..."

There were not enough cars to pick him up, so ten more taxis were temporarily called. Then the convoy drove directly to the car factory's own guest house. Soon, the news spread.

Also spread out were the names of these singers.

On the way to the guest house, Lu Wen also heard his subordinates talk about the power of these singers, and he was a little surprised:

I originally thought that I would just invite some unknown singers, but I never expected that each of them would have such a big background.

It seems that we need to report to the factory leaders and the reception standards must be improved.

When we arrived at the guest house, the conditions here were quite good, even better than those of big hotels.

Everyone was assigned a room, cleaned up briefly, and then was taken to the restaurant for dinner.

Including the leaders and representatives of the factory, there were nearly ten tables in total.

When the food was brought to the table, all the guests were stunned: "Hey guys, big bowls and basins are here. The most exaggerated thing is the big fish, which is served directly on a big tea tray. It's really shocking." Feel.

Big crystal elbow, look at that head, it weighs at least four or five pounds!

Lu Wen made a speech on behalf of the factory leaders, very politely, and then he started eating.

Liu Qingshan didn't move his chopsticks, and led Lu Wen and other leaders to the table for a toast and then sat down to eat.

"It's still fun to have this big elbow!" Zhang Pengfei held his trembling elbows and smiled happily.

The staff also came with them. They were on vacation anyway and were not in a hurry to go home. Unexpectedly, the food was too hard.

"These mushrooms are delicious." Wei Bing specially ate the mushrooms from the chicken stewed mushrooms.

Liu Qingshan found a serving chopstick and gave it to Song Xue and the other two girls to put food into the bowl: "Try this, it's hard to get it elsewhere."

Looking at the toad in the bowl stretching its legs and stretching its crotch, the dark and frightening toad made the girls stare angrily at Liu Qingshan, thinking he was playing a prank.

"This is a forest frog. It contains precious toad oil, which can nourish yin and improve beauty." Liu Qingshan picked up one first and threw it directly into his mouth. Finally, he took out a few small bone sticks and ate the rest.

The girls tasted it with fear, and it seemed to taste pretty good.

After the pleasant dinner, Liu Qingshan took Gao Lingfeng to discuss the performance with Lu Wen and others.

There is no stadium that big here, so we can only perform on an open-air stage. It would be better to perform during the day, which is a bit warmer.

Then we discussed the remuneration. The automobile factory is not short of money. So many big stars came, and the money was donated to the Asian Games in the end, so they directly bid 200,000 yuan. It is indeed rich.

200,000 yuan seems a lot, but for them, it is just a matter of selling a few Dongfeng 141s.

The performance time is set for tomorrow morning. The automobile factory already has a theater and equipment, so they can move it out and use it.

After everything was settled, Lu Wen asked curiously: "Qingshan, how did you invite these famous singers? How much favors are needed? Do you want to compensate them privately?"

He and Liu Qingshan have been friends for many years, and he is really worried that Liu Qingshan will be involved. The debt of favor is the hardest to repay.

Gao Lingfeng on the side also laughed: "Secretary Lu, don't worry, these singers are all from our company, Qingshan is the general manager of the company, and they are all our own people."

Ah? Lu Wen was a little dazed, but thinking about the factory Liu Qingshan had opened before, he felt relieved: "Qingshan, you can do anything wherever you go."

At nine o'clock the next morning, more than 10,000 employees came to the automobile factory and stood there to watch a concert.

This was an unforgettable concert. They saw big stars who could only appear on TV or tapes before.

They heard songs that were either familiar or new, especially at the end, when all the singers came on stage and sang "We Workers Have Power" together, the whole audience was boiling, and soon it turned into a chorus of 10,000 people.

The concert ended at more than 12 noon. The audience was satisfied, and the actors were exhausted and cold.

In this era, singing while dancing was not popular, so it was really cold.

But their hearts were warm, as if there was a fire burning: the respect and enthusiasm of the workers warmed them.

Going to the grassroots is the best experience for a singer.

After returning to the guesthouse to change clothes, we immediately went to the cafeteria. After drinking a bowl of pickled cabbage and white meat soup, everyone warmed up from the inside out.

Liu Qingshan walked into the cafeteria while singing:

"You are like a fire in the winter, the blazing flames illuminate me..."

Everyone was very happy: "What were you doing just now? Why didn't you go on stage to sing a song!"

Someone else shouted: "Bring it out earlier. In the ice and snow, this song is the most suitable to sing. We can all be warmer, right?"

Liu Hong, who was singing on the platform, came up: "Mr. Liu, this is your new song. It's very exciting."

Liu Qingshan shook his head: "It's a cover from Europe and the United States. I heard that someone sang it on this year's Spring Festival Gala."

As he spoke, he was stunned and muttered: "A fire, a fire..."

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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