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Then Liu Qingshan said seriously: "Auntie, I have paved the way for you a long time ago. I have a business partner, that is the Cui Minhao I introduced to you yesterday. He is from South Korea."

"It just so happens that he is going back to China soon, so you will bring a team to follow him. He will fully assist in the matter over there."

He Min was immediately overjoyed: "I knew Qingshan, you must have a solution."

Liu Qingshan waved his hand: "Mr. Cui can only be responsible for matchmaking. As for the follow-up procedures, you have to follow the formal way."

A confident smile immediately appeared on He Min's face: "As long as you take out the magic weapon of three-sided flipping, you will surely subdue all the demons and goblins from all walks of life!"

Liu Qingshan also wanted to laugh: It seems that the influence of this year's Journey to the West TV series is really great.

Chapter 5 and Seven must have a sense of ritual

For the Jiapigou Literary Award, the awarding location must of course be located in Jiapigou.

In fact, according to the meaning of the county cultural and sports bureau, it was to be held in the county, but Liu Qingshan did not agree.

If it is not the capital or a big city like Hujiang, then there seems to be no big difference between Bishui County and Jiapigou.

Whoever gets the money has the final say, and the county has no choice but to let it go, but the leader of the Cultural and Sports Bureau still took the initiative to apply to participate in the award ceremony.

Even Secretary Wang was persuaded and excitedly wanted to attend such a grand event.

Liu Qingshan quickly called Secretary Wang and explained the stakes.

Hearing that this might be a powder keg, Secretary Wang gave up the idea of ​​presenting the award.

In fact, even Zheng Hongqi and Liu Qingshan would not ask him to join in, so as not to cause any negative impact.

As for the bonus of 5 yuan, in this era where the per capita annual income is about 1000 yuan, such a huge sum of money may cause some waves?

As for Jiapigou and Liu Qingshan, don't be afraid: the old Party secretaries are the most grassroots cadres, where can they be demoted?

Even if he is not a village cadre, he is still the leader of the Jiapigou Cooperative, so there is nothing to be afraid of.

So on the day of the awards ceremony, apart from a few leaders from the county cultural and sports bureau, there were no more official people.

Even the publicity committee members of the commune were blocked by Liu Qingshan, so as not to be implicated.

As for the leader of the Cultural and Sports Bureau, he was not invited, but forced to come by himself, so Liu Qingshan can't help it.

But there were quite a few people who participated in this ceremony, and almost all the villagers in Jiapigou were present.

The scene was set in the courtyard of the village, and cheerful music was played on the loudspeakers.

A temporary rostrum was set up at the front, and a few tables were moved from the school. At first glance, it was a grass-roots team.

The media representatives, besides the reporter Lu Xiaofeng sent by Songjiang City, are the two reporters from the county TV station, who have also been to Jiapigou many times before.

One of them is in charge of taking pictures, and the other is in charge of video recording, and they are more conscientious.

In addition, Mr. Song Lao, a representative from Hong Kong Island, and his disciples were also invited to attend the ceremony.

The best-selling author Victor and his assistant Leo from France.

There is also Choi Min-ho, a representative from South Korea, and together they form an international delegation.

With these few foreign faces, the Jiapigou Literary Award has been upgraded abruptly, which is a bit international.

"Liu, it would be great if your Jiapigou Literary Award is an international award, and I will definitely sponsor it."

Victor felt that Liu Qingshan's narrow nationalism was a manifestation of lack of internationalism and must be criticized.

Liu Qingshan's eyes lit up: "Okay, if you are willing to pay for sponsorship, then ours will immediately become an international award!"

Victor combed the corners of his hair with his hands, and said unhurriedly: "If it can be named, I will sponsor it all."

"That's not necessary, it's sunny here, you'd better find a cool place to stay."

Before Liu Qingshan could make a statement, Captain Zhang categorically refused.

Victor didn't know the profoundness of Chinese, so he thought he was afraid that he would be exposed, so he kept thanking Captain Zhang.

At nine o'clock in the morning, the awards ceremony officially began.

Although it is a grass-roots team, there must be procedures that should be in place.

The first item on the agenda is to stand up, raise the national flag, and play the national anthem.

Immediately, the majestic national anthem sounded in the audience, and the children especially sang it vigorously.

They have learned it in school, and the village primary school holds a flag-raising ceremony every Monday.

On the second agenda, the old party secretary announced the list of winners.

The list is very simple, just the name of Writer Lu, but it is quite formal.

Below is the signature of the recommender. If you don’t know how to sign, you can print your handprint. There are several long lines of villagers from Jiapigou.

The list of winners was read in less than three seconds, but the recommenders below took several minutes to read.

This is also Liu Qingshan's meaning, after all, it is everyone who takes the money, so they have to follow it anyway, it's a bit of a ritual.

"Hey, the money is not in vain, I still read my name just now."

Zhang Ganzi was grinning. Every day at noon, he also liked to listen to the ordinary world on the radio.

Da Zhang Luo curled his lips next to him: "What's so happy about this, everyone's names are there."

Zhang Ganzi broke up with him: "That's not the same, Da Zhang Luo, didn't you notice, I'm very similar to Sun Shao'an in it."

There was a burst of laughter around, and Zhang Dashuai spoke bluntly:

"If Sun Shaoan wants to be like a bear like you, then this award won't be awarded!"

Everyone burst into laughter again, and Zhang Ganzi also blushed anxiously: "What's wrong with me, I even appeared in the People's Newspaper!"

Captain Zhang next to him was quite fair, so he defended Zhang Ganzi: "Our pole has been good for the past two years. We watched movies in the last two days. Our cow is a hundred years old. I think it looks like the pole inside... "

"Niu Baisui!" Zhang Ganzi was also happy from ear to ear.

Captain Zhang shook his head: "It's not Niu Baisui, it's Tian Fu, the lazy man inside."

Zhang Ganzi blushed immediately, and finally said: "Captain, believe it or not, I am also holding a big rock and smashing your pot."

"You learn better!"

Captain Zhang gave this guy a hard look, and then heard the old branch secretary in front of him read his name.

"Comrade Zhang Guofu, the village head of Jiapigou, please present certificates to the winners!"

Captain Zhang immediately rushed to the front cheerfully, rubbing his hands in excitement.

Then from the hands of the two little guys, the fourth and the fifth, they took a large frame with both hands, and inside was a certificate of award that had been written a long time ago.

On the rostrum ahead, the leader of the County Cultural and Sports Bureau was a little unhappy: This Jiapigou doesn't understand the rules, who should have a high official position and who will present the awards?

But how did they know that this was Liu Qingshan's intention to protect them, and if there was any disturbance in this matter, they would have nothing to do with it.

Writer Lu also received the certificate from Captain Zhang in a bit of bewilderment, and shook hands with Captain Zhang.

Sure enough, it was almost as he expected, and he got a certificate, but this really didn't help him change his current situation.

The villagers in the audience were quite enthusiastic and clapped their hands vigorously.

Especially those little children, they are so envious, they are looking forward to getting a certificate as soon as they are due.

The award ceremony continued, and the old branch secretary also read slowly: "Then I will present the commemorative medals to the winners."

The fourth and fifth children came to the stage again, and they held a plate together, and the plate was covered with a piece of red flannelette.

The old branch secretary uncovered the velvet cloth, and saw a golden object in the middle of the plate. It was a round medal, about the size of a child's fist.

The medal is relatively thick, with an animal carved on it, with its head up and its tail up, majestic and majestic, it looks like a dinosaur.

The old party secretary continued: "This is the symbol of our Jiapigou, Qingshanlong, and it is also the one of our Jiapigou Literature Award..."

"mascot!"

The little old four next to him whispered a reminder.

"Yes, it's a mascot. I hope that all the award-winning writers will be Jackie Chan!"

The old branch secretary picked up Qingshanlong's medal with both hands, and looked at Writer Lu with a smile.

This medal was specially designed by Liu Qingshan by Zhang Shuzi.

Writer Lu stepped onto the rostrum again, feeling helpless and moved.

After all, if one's work can be recognized by others, no matter who the target is, it is something to be proud of.

"Writer Lu, congratulations, this mascot is very heavy, you must keep it well." The old branch secretary also shook hands affectionately.

Writer Lu was busy shaking hands with his right hand, while holding the medal in his left hand, he felt his hand sink and almost fell to the ground.

He also sensed something was wrong, weighed the heavy medal, and then froze: This thing is actually gold!

Of course it is made of gold, and it weighs nearly 2000 grams. Even at the current price of gold, it is worth more than [-] yuan.

The old party secretary continued to present awards: "Comrade Liu Qingshan from Jiapigou is invited to present bonuses to the winners!"

The applause below broke out again, and this time it was especially enthusiastic.

The old party secretary tapped the microphone again: "Because the bonus is a bit too much, no cash will be given out, and it will be distributed in the form of a passbook."

Those people on the rostrum were completely disappointed: there was nothing wrong with them at all.

Liu Qingshan also walked to the stage, picked up a passbook from the tray carried by the fourth and fifth children, and showed it to everyone:

"The bonus is RMB 5."

"it is good!"

The villagers below applauded in unison, and then they all started to applaud enthusiastically. After all, each of them had a share of the money, so they all felt honored.

The leaders on the stage were also taken aback: What, so much money, is it real or fake?

Writer Lu was also there in a daze. The gold medal just now had already surprised him enough. He never expected that there was really a bonus, and it was really 5 yuan.

Is this real, can't it be a dream?

"Brother Wang, accept the award. This is your honor, and no one else can take it away."

Liu Qingshan looked at Writer Lu in a daze, and couldn't help calling him.

Writer Lu came back to his senses, walked up to Liu Qingshan, stretched out slightly trembling hands, and took the passbook.

Look at the above figure, yes, it is really 5 yuan.

In an instant, all the hard work, all the suffering, and all the injustices disappeared in this moment.

The monetary reward was not what he hoped for, but it was what he needed most!

With this money, he can create with peace of mind and finish the trilogy.

With this money, he can maintain the stability of the family and fulfill his responsibilities as a husband.

With this money, he can create more works...

Amidst the warm applause, the voice of the old branch secretary sounded again: "Next, I invite the award-winning writer Lu to deliver his acceptance speech. Welcome!"

With applause like waves, Writer Lu finally came to his senses. He raised his arms, waved them around, and said loudly:

"Thank you folks in Jiapigou, thank you everyone."

"Before I got this passbook, I was always skeptical, because this bonus is indeed a bit too much, so much that people can't believe it."

"But I believe it now. Thank you folks for your encouragement. I will continue to work hard and write more and better works to repay everyone."

Speaking of it, Writer Lu is not very good at words, but he is in a very agitated mood now, and there are some words that he can't vomit quickly:

"What I want to say in particular is that writers are also human beings, and they also need to live, eat and drink, so I am especially grateful to the Jiapigou Cooperative for giving me such great material support."

"Please rest assured, I will definitely turn these into spiritual motivation and produce more and better spiritual food!"

"I'm so emotional right now, I don't know what to say, I just want to send this message to everyone."

"Work like a cow, dedicate like the land!"

Writer Lu bowed his thanks.

The extremely simple words echoed in everyone's heart. The farmers present all nodded vigorously, and they most recognized this sentence.

Zhang Ganzi's heart was also touched. Didn't he rely on labor to change from a lazy man to a model of getting rich through hard work?

I saw him waving his arms vigorously and shouting excitedly: