Goldfinger is a bit strange

The year-end dividend meeting in Jiapigou finally ended successfully, and everyone went home happily and contentedly.

Although they didn't have a lot of money in their pockets, they felt more at ease, and there were no thieves thinking about it.

Of course, this was a joke. Everyone believed in Liu Qingshan. If they took out the money for investment, the interest would definitely be higher than raising the money.

In their place, borrowing high-interest loans is called raising money. Generally, the interest rate is 3%, and if you need money urgently, there are 5% interest.

However, if you raise money, the risk is also great. You can't guarantee that the other party will die or flee, and your money will be wasted.

It's better to give it to Qingshan and invest it.

Haizi also participated in the dividend meeting. Now he is completely convinced that his bonus of 50,000 yuan will definitely be there.

He doesn't pay much attention to money, but if he doesn't have money, it really won't work. This is the contradiction between ideals and reality, which is really fucked up.

With mixed feelings, Haizi fell asleep. At noon the next day, he was invited to Liu Qingshan's house.

In addition to Liu Qingshan, there were several more people present.

"Brother Cha, let me introduce you. This is the author of "Ordinary World", Writer Lu. You can call him Brother Wang."

When calling Brother Cha, Liu Qingshan also felt as if something was a little awkward.

But he ignored it and continued to introduce: "This is my brother-in-law, also a writer. You can call him Brother Gao."

"Brother Wang, brother-in-law, this is the poet I told you about, and also the winner of our second Jiapigou Literature Award."

So everyone shook hands with each other. These people, although they picked up the pen and wrote thousands of words, were actually taciturn, and they were the kind of people with particularly pure hearts.

Liu Qingshan also emphasized the introduction of Brother Cha. He then realized that Brother Cha's title was not a joke. He was not a scumbag at all when it came to writing poems.

Then, Liu Qingshan began to introduce the ladies present: "This is Gu Yaya, a big reporter from Chuncheng Newspaper, and this is Lv Xiaofeng, a small reporter from Songjiang Newspaper."

"This is my high school classmate, Zheng Xiaoxiao, from Huaqing University. Now she is studying in England, majoring in foreign literature, and is considered a member of the circle."

Liu Qingshan introduced Gu Yaya, Lv Xiaofeng and Zheng Xiaoxiao to Senior Brother Hai, and he still felt a little awkward calling him Senior Brother Cha.

It is estimated that the martial arts master Jin in Hong Kong Island, who also has the surname Cha, took a pen name because he was afraid of being called "Master Scum" all day long.

Gu Yaya and the other three also shook hands with Senior Brother Hai enthusiastically, making Senior Brother Hai's face slightly red. He is really a very shy and sensitive person.

It was just that Lv Xiaofeng was a little unconvinced, and joked with Liu Qingshan:

"Why am I a small reporter?"

Because of her younger brother Lv Xiaolong, this girl did not treat herself as an outsider.

Liu Qingshan said cheerfully: "Who told you to be young? You should be content. There is a younger Xiaoxiao."

As a result, Lu Xiaofeng and Zheng Xiaoxiao rolled their eyes at him.

Liu Qingshan asked everyone to sit down and drink tea around the table. His brother-in-law and his family had just returned, so Liu Qingshan asked about the situation there.

Writer Lu sipped the medicinal tea gently: "Your friend named Victor is very good. He invited four translators who are familiar with Chinese. One of them has worked as a translator in the embassy."

"In addition, he also invited two professors who specialize in oriental languages ​​in the university to coordinate and guide."

It can be heard that Writer Lu is very satisfied. Together with him and Gao Wenxue, the team of eight people worked hard for half a year to translate "Desire" and "Ordinary World".

It is not an exaggeration to describe it as careful choice of words.

"That's good. Victor is quite reliable." Liu Qingshan also felt very satisfied.

Writer Lu put down his teacup: "It's just that the cost is probably not small. Qingshan, we don't have that much money now. When the book is published, if it can really be sold abroad, you can deduct it from the royalties."

For more than half a year, he had to pay for the translators and professors, which must be a lot of money. Writer Lu couldn't help feeling uneasy.

Liu Qingshan smiled and waved his hand: "Brother Wang, let's talk about this later. If you win the Nobel Prize in Literature, just give me half of the prize money."

The atmosphere at the table suddenly became much more relaxed. The two reporters came to interview the Jiapigou Literature Award last year.

Unexpectedly, just one year later, these two writers went abroad to publish their works. This is also big news.

They originally interviewed the literature award, but they didn't expect to have an unexpected gain.

Gu Yaya nodded politely: "Writer Lu, Writer Gao, can you give us a detailed introduction to your publications abroad?"

Writer Lu looked at the poet, and Senior Brother Hai chuckled: "I want to hear it too."

Whether it is a writer or a poet, of course they hope that their works can be known and accepted by more people.

Liu Qingshan also smiled and said: "It's okay, it's good to chat. Maybe Senior Brother Hai will go abroad in the future, so learn from the experience first."

Everyone smiled unconsciously, and Writer Lu said: "Only when you go abroad do you realize that there are still big differences between Chinese and Western cultures, just like our "Water Margin". When Pearl Buck translated it, it was translated into All Men Are Brothers, and everyone is brothers."

"If we follow the original meaning of Water Margin and translate it into "Waterside", it would be confusing. However, I think it is more consistent to translate it into "Heroes on the Waterside".

Liu Qingshan still knew about Pearl Buck, an American female writer. She came to China with her missionary father in 1892, when she was only a few months old, and lived in China for forty years.

Her work "The Good Earth", whose Chinese name is "The Good Earth", uses Chinese farmers as the protagonist, and has won the Pulitzer Prize for Fiction and the Nobel Prize for Literature.

Be careful not to confuse Pearl Buck with Buck, another woman at the time.

Several people present thought silently in their hearts: "We are all brothers," but that would be too literal a translation. "Heroes by the water" is indeed more appropriate.

Of course, if you want to translate it into robbers on the water's edge, it may be more in line with foreigners' aesthetics.

Writer Lu continued: "At the beginning, there were a lot of disagreements, and the translation team also had discussions and disputes. But in the end, they all sought common ground while reserving differences, so it went smoothly. If there is a next time, it should be smoother."

"There must be some." Liu Qingshan said with a smile.

He knew that some of the works of modern Chinese writers had been translated abroad, such as "Fortress Besieged" and Balao's "Home", "Spring", "Autumn" and so on.

The largest number of them is actually Jin Daxia's martial arts works, and almost every one of them has been translated.

"Writer Gao, please talk too." Gu Yaya turned to Gao Wenxue again.

Gao Wenxue pushed up his big glasses with his hand. His glasses were similar to those of Senior Brother Hai, they were both very big:

"Actually, this attempt will also be of some help to future creations. In terms of plot setting, language and diction, etc., it can be better... How should I put it, probably..."

Liu Qingshan quickly took over the conversation: "In line with international standards."

Gao Wenxue nodded repeatedly: "Yes, it is to keep in line with international standards while retaining the characteristics of our traditional literature."

After the two writers chatted for a while, Lu Xiaofeng said with a smile: "Actually, Qingshan is one step ahead of the two great writers. He has several works now, and they are very popular in Europe and the United States."

Why does this involve me?

Liu Qingshan waved his hands repeatedly: "I'm not worth mentioning, it's just for entertainment."

"There is no distinction between high and low. As long as it can be loved by readers, it is a good work." Of course, Writer Lu wanted to speak for Liu Qingshan.

Zheng Xiaoxiao on the side also smiled and chimed in: "If we just talk about earning royalties, I still admire Sanfeng."

Several people familiar with the matter smiled. Only Senior Brother Hai didn't know why: "Qingshan, are you also a writer?"

"I just wrote a few popular novels. I didn't write them, so I made an outline and they were written by two foreigners, Victor and Xiao Li." Liu Qingshan never considered himself a writer. He was at best a writer. porter.

Senior Brother Hai is indeed relatively simple: "Then how much royalties did you earn in total?"

If it were anyone else, they would definitely not ask so directly.

Liu Qingshan didn't care either: "If you add a few books together, it's worth four to five million U.S. dollars."

ah?

Senior Brother Hai's hands trembled, and the tea spilled on the table. He was a little confused: they were all fiddling with words, and the gap was really huge!

Liu Qingshan looked at Senior Brother Hai, his eyes were a little straightened, and he said quickly:

"This is different. Your works can all be handed down from generation to generation. Okay, don't talk about me. You should interview Senior Brother Hai first."

Then back to business, the two reporters started chatting with Senior Brother Hai.

With Liu Qingshan in control, Senior Brother Hai was not too nervous. He talked about his understanding of poetry, his own life, and even death.

He also bluntly said that before coming to Jiapigou, the darkness in his heart dominated, and he even had the idea of ​​committing suicide.

The topic was a bit heavy, and the room fell silent for a while.

The two reporters also felt that whether they are writers or poets, the situation is actually far more difficult than they imagined.

Writer Lu looked at Liu Qingshan thoughtfully. He understood a little bit why the second Jiapigou Literary Award should be awarded to the talented young poet in front of him.

He knew it firsthand. Last year, his body and mind almost collapsed, and he relied entirely on his own beliefs to support him.

And the experience of the young poet in front of him was very similar to his.

At this moment, Writer Lu felt extremely warm in his heart.

The Jiapigou Literary Award seems sloppy and does not even have an awards committee. In fact, it is full of humanistic care.

It can be of great help to their group of creators.

After Senior Brother Hai finished telling his story, he took off his big glasses, gently wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, and then smiled shyly.

His smile is not charming at all, but it is as innocent as a child:

"Don't worry, after these few days, I'm much better now and have full confidence in life. After all, in this world, there are still people who care about me and readers who like my poetry. I am very satisfied."

Liu Qingshan gently clapped his hands, knowing that from now on, Senior Brother Hai will definitely be able to start a new life.

The two reporters, including Zheng Xiaoxiao, had red eyes.

Liu Qingshan poured another cup of tea for Senior Brother Hai: "Senior Brother, let's Jiapigou, you will treat him as your second hometown from now on."

"I know you are a person who likes to use your dreams as a horse, but don't worry, we Jiapigou support you. Even if you travel around the world, you don't have to use your dreams as a horse. Let's go by train or plane!"

Several people had smiles on their faces.

After the interview, the two reporters went out with Senior Brother Hai to take some photos together.

Writer Lu and the eldest brother-in-law were also tired, so they went back to rest. Only Liu Qingshan and Zheng Xiaoxiao were left in the room.

"Xiaoxiao, you have to work hard, I have graduated now." Liu Qingshan happily joked with Zheng Xiaoxiao.

Zheng Xiaoxiao puffed up his cheeks: "Now I seriously doubt whether your certificate is a forgery."

The gap between them after not seeing each other for half a year disappeared in an instant, and the two of them started chatting as they pleased.

Liu Qingshan asked about Zheng Xiaoxiao's life there. It should be better than most international students. At least they don't have to work and study, and they can spend more time on their studies.

Although Zheng Hongqi's income is average, Yang Hongying's income is huge. It is not easy to support an international student.

Besides, Victor is still there to take care of him.

If Zheng Xiaoxiao hadn't insisted on transferring all the foreign exchange transferred to her by Liu Qingshan, she would have been living more comfortably.

As for academics, Zheng Xiaoxiao has no problem with English. She also liked reading foreign literary works since she was a child, so her grades are also very good.

In this way, Liu Qingshan was relieved.

Zheng Xiaoxiao also learned about some of Liu Qingshan's experiences in the United States, and Liu Qingshan picked out some interesting ones and told them to her.

After everyone finished chatting about their experiences, after a while of silence, Zheng Xiaoxiao said, "Sanfeng, I also want to try to create. You have more experience in this area, can you tell me about it."

Instead of asking the two masters for advice, she turned to Liu Qingshan for advice, that is, she was preparing to create popular literature.

Liu Qingshan immediately thought: "I really have some suggestions. I wonder if you are interested in Western fantasy novels?"

Zheng Xiaoxiao couldn't help but his eyes lit up: "A magician? Of course."

After saying that, she winked at Liu Qingshan mischievously: "Abra Kadabra, Sanfeng, I want to turn you into a stubborn donkey."

As she spoke, she couldn't hold it in anymore and started laughing.

"I don't think you look like a magician, you look like a little witch." Liu Qingshan shrugged helplessly, "Then I will tell you the story of a magician's apprentice, Harry Potter..." wAp.

After Liu Qingshan finished telling the first part of "Harry Potter", he realized that there were many more people around him. The fourth, fifth, and sixth son were also sitting on the edge of the kang, listening very seriously.

Seeing that the elder brother had finished speaking, the fourth child raised his little hand to express that he had something to say: "Brother, I have a question."

"Classmate Caifeng, please tell me." Liu Qingshan looked at his little sister cheerfully.

The little old man shook his head, his pigtails flying:

"It would be better if a child from our country could be added to the story. We also have Nezha, agarwood, and the King Kong Calabash Baby!"

March, early spring.

To view the latest chapters, download the Aiyueshuo app. The latest chapters are already in the Aiyueshu app. The website no longer updates the latest chapters. A corner in the eastern part of Nanhuangzhou.

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. Blood-colored rain, with sadness, falls 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.

The website is about to close. Download the Aiyue app to watch the latest content for free. But even if the rain falls on his face, he does not blink and stares into the distance as coldly as an eagle.

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.

Download the Aiyue Novel app and read the latest chapters for free without ads. The young man is like a hunter, patiently waiting for the opportunity.

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

If you want to read the latest chapters, please download the iReader app and read the latest chapters for free without ads. The website no longer updates the latest chapters, but the iReader app has updated the latest chapters.

Provide you with the fastest update of the novel Hello 1983 by the Great God Hidden

Chapter 648 The gap is really big! Free reading.

,

After submission, the maintenance staff will correct the chapter content within two minutes, please wait patiently