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Liu Qingshan pressed his hands down, and the conference room became quiet again:

"There is one more thing that needs to be explained. If each family needs money urgently, they can borrow money from the cooperative and pay it back in time."

Cooperatives have public accumulation, which is enough to cope with it. After all, it is very rare for a large amount of money to be used.

After Liu Qingshan finished speaking, he gave up his seat to the boss uncle, who announced the income of the cooperative.

In fact, Liu Qingshan also really wanted to hear about it. He was basically not in the village this year, and he didn't know some specific situations.

The owner of the car put on his reading glasses, and began to announce item by item: Agriculture, Forestry, Animal Husbandry, Deputy, very detailed.

These Taiwan compatriots headed by Mr. Biao, the more they heard it, the more frightened they were: Compared with them, this income is only high but not low.

Master Biao’s son, Zhang Xiaozhong, originally planned to invest some money here, but now he has completely dispelled this idea: Didn’t see that the spare money in his hands is simply endless, so why don’t you take the initiative to invest?

It made Zhang Xiaozhong want to get some investment from Jiapigou to invest in his property.

There are indeed a lot of industries in Jiapigou. The owner of the car has been talking about it for a long time, and everyone only remembers a few main income:

One is the Songjiang green rice produced, which is mainly exported to South Korea, with an income of 300 million Huaxia coins.

They have also eaten this rice for the past two days, and it tastes really good. It is unexpected that the export price is so high.

"Then why don't you expand production?" Master Biao was a little anxious. They also used rice as their staple food and wanted to import Songjiang green rice.

Sitting next to him, Liu Qingshan said with a smile: "We have limited arable land in Jiapigou, so we can only grow so much. However, we have led the surrounding areas in the past two years, and we have also vigorously developed rice planting. The output must be increasing year by year. more than a year."

Master Biao gave a thumbs up, then glanced at Zhang Xiaozhong, Zhang Xiaozhong nodded, he decided to take the time to talk to Liu Qingshan about importing Songjiang green rice.

The second main income comes from the export of special cultured meat to Europe, which directly doubles from last year and earns 500 million US dollars in foreign exchange.

Here, Jiapigou can share half of the profits.

The third item is the export of wild vegetables, and the fourth item is the income from the export of monkey wine. These are also at the level of more than one million.

The remaining income, in comparison, is a little less, and it is tens of thousands or tens of thousands of yuan in profits, such as dairy farms, pig farms, and plastic greenhouses.

It feels less, but compared with those incomes of more than one million, it does not mean that it is really less.

If this is put in other villages, it will be a big income.

There are also some dry stock dividend projects, mainly from pharmaceutical factories, instant noodle factories and ham sausage factories affiliated to cooperatives, etc., which are also very considerable.

The complete liberalization of the private economy will have to wait until [-], after the second southern tour.

After the boss uncle finished the announcement, more than an hour had passed, the boss uncle hurriedly hugged the tea mug, and gurgled and poured it vigorously.

Taking advantage of this time, some of the group went out to smoke a cigarette and let the wind go.

Mr. Biao and his Taiwan compatriots all became curious babies. Mr. Biao asked Liu Qingshan directly: "Xiao Shanzi, why is your village doing so well?"

"When I go back to Fengtian's hometown, the noise is much better than in previous years, but the annual income of every household is only a few thousand yuan. What are you doing?"

An old lady next to her also felt strange: "Yeah, Xiao Shanzi, who came up with so many money-making projects of yours?"

Liu Qingshan is not good at selling melons to Mrs. Wang, he kept talking: "People have more wisdom, it's all done by everyone."

"It's useless to talk less about it. The folks in my hometown are still working hard. Why aren't you like you? Isn't there a lack of leadership?"

"It's the same as before liberation. The common people can't afford to eat, so they all want to go up the mountain to become beards, but if there is no leader, they still can't pull up the locks."

Liu Qingshan blinked: This Master Biao is from Huzi, right?That place in Fengtian specializes in producing beards. Isn’t that the hometown of Marshal Zhang?

But according to what you said, wouldn't I become a bearded boss?

A picture could not help but emerge in Liu Qingshan's mind:

The two groups of beards confronted each other, and they pointed towards Liu Qingshan: The head of the opposite side, who is on the top of the mountain, please give me a number?

Liu Qingshan slapped his chest: Northwest Xuantian is a flower, Jin Ge Lanrong is a family, brother Liu Qingshan, nicknamed Liu Sanfeng!

If he raised his orchid fingers, he probably would have to fall on the other side, right?

Liu Qingshan was figuring it out, and the branch secretary's grandfather came over with a small cigarette pouch: "Brother Zhang, our livelihood in Jiapigou is not all made by Qingshan."

After the branch secretary finished speaking, he floated out of the door, leaving only the curling smoke behind.

cough cough!Lord Biao coughed twice because of the pungent smell of Ye Ziyan, and of course he might have been surprised.

He looked at Liu Qingshan again: "Well, you little boy, you are not honest at all, you are still ambush with Master Biao here."

Liu Qingshan glanced at Zhang Xiaozhong who was next to him: "Master Biao, if you always have something to say, you can tell me what you can do, and you can define it."

"You..." Master Biao pointed twice with his fingers: "I know you are a monkey spirit, that's all right, I wanted to invest some money in the interior to help you."

"Now it seems that there is no need for this. Your kid is richer than me."

Liu Qingshan hastily said politely: "Our Jiapigou is a step ahead of other places, but our country is big, and now it is just developing, and we are most short of funds. You should invest."

At this time, Zhang Xiaozhong interjected: "Qingshan, we don't know much about the inland situation. If you have time, you can chat with us."

While talking, he paused for a moment: "I've heard that there are Taiwan compatriots producing instant noodles on the Hujiang side, but they are overwhelmed by your unified instant noodles."

"Haha, business is business, it's really not that we deliberately targeted Taiwan compatriots." Liu Qingshan quickly put aside his responsibility, he couldn't afford such a big hat.

It's miserable enough to say that a certain master's instant noodles have met the big enemy of Uni-President. Ever since Laotan sauerkraut noodles came out, they were so sour that they were defeated.Looking at it, half of the country in the south of the Yangtze River will not be preserved.

In the end, the higher-ups couldn't sit still anymore, so they passed a message to the unified factory to leave a way for the other party to survive.

After all, they are Taiwan compatriots who came to invest in the inland area. If it is really a disaster, the influence will not be good, and it will also discourage other compatriots from investing.

Zhang Xiaozhong nodded with a smile: "Let me just say, a certain master and his brothers, why are you in such a mess? I just realized after listening to it. It turns out that you guys made the Uni-President Instant Noodles, no wonder."

Since Zhang Xiaozhong has the intention to invest, Liu Qingshan also welcomes it, and made an appointment to find a time to chat, and the dividend conference here continues.

In the second half, the uncle boss talked about the income of each household. Although the money was not distributed to each household today, according to the habit, he was the first to read Zhang Ganzi's name.

"Zhang Ganzi, the total dividends for the two of you is 23 yuan."

Over 20!

When the representatives of the various families present heard it, they immediately knew it, because compared with Zhang Ganzi, they were only a lot more.

Liu Qingshan was also slightly surprised: last year it was a 10-yuan village, and this year it has officially entered a 20-yuan village. Yes, one step at a time every year.

"Understood." Zhang Ganzi, who was sitting below, stood up, agreed, and then smacked his lips again: "I even brought the big sack, it's for nothing."

Everyone burst into laughter, and the owner of the car couldn't help but teach him: "Now that fifty and one hundred bills are issued, your more than 20 yuan, that is, more than 20 stacks, can fit in a schoolbag."

Zhang Ganzi curled his lips: "The bills are getting bigger and bigger, and they are getting more and more cheap. The pork has risen to more than two yuan."

On this point, everyone feels the same way. They don't know that they have just entered the fast lane, and the days of price increases are still to come.

Liu Qingshan also stood up: "So, you can't just put the money in the bank for interest, you must invest it reasonably in order to preserve its value."

Now everyone understood more deeply, and Zhang Ganzi patted his pockets very simply: "No, my pocket is cleaner than my face."

"The dividends from the previous years have all been taken out again. Now I seem to be back to the days when I was a bachelor a few years ago, and I was clinking poor."

Liu Qingshan couldn't help laughing, and looked at the old party secretary and Captain Zhang. These two family members are really ruthless. They are afraid that there are two moneys in the villagers' pockets, so they will take them all.

These sums add up to several million, and they are all in accordance with Liu Qingshan's request last year to continue to contract the forest in partnership with other villages.

Jiapigou Group, like a snowball, is getting bigger and bigger; just a little, the money in the pockets of the villagers is getting less and less.

In fact, this is not bad. If you really need money, you can borrow it from the cooperative.

Too much money in this hand is also a scourge, especially during the winter leisure season, there are not a few people who play money and gamble in series.

This is the case in other surrounding villages: After calculating the money from the grain depot to sell the grain, thousands of dollars were spent in the Pai Gow game, and they lost it all in one night.

One year's hard-earned money was lost in one night.

Especially a village like Jiapigou is even more famous. In Bishui County, no one knows that Jiapigou is rich.

So those who come here to fight the autumn wind, and those who cheat money, have gone to sea.

Although the old party secretary and Captain Zhang are not well-educated, they are very knowledgeable about these twists and turns in the countryside, and they have taken precautions to prevent problems before they happen.

This point, even Liu Qingshan is convinced.

He was thinking about it, when he heard the boss above read his name:

"Qingshan, your family's dividends are 260 million in total, and your master's, Shanxing's, and Hongying's are all counted together, and the total is [-]."

Hush, whoosh, I don't know who started to applaud, warm applause sounded.

No one is jealous, this is what Qingshan deserves.

Liu Qingshan bowed to express his thanks, and then heard Zhang Xiaozhong whispering to him beside him: "Qingshan, I already want to seek investment from you, or let's do business together."

Chapter 648 The gap is really big!

The year-end dividend meeting in Jiapigou finally came to a successful conclusion, and everyone happily and contentedly went back to their respective homes.

Although there were no heavy banknotes in their pockets, everyone felt more at ease in their hearts, so as not to worry about it.

This is of course a joke. Everyone believes in Liu Qingshan. If the money is invested, the interest rate will be higher than if the money is taken out.

On their side, borrowing usury is called raising money. Generally, the interest is three percent.

However, if you carry the money, the risk is also high. If you don't guarantee it, the family will die and flee, and your money will be wasted.

It is better to leave it to Qingshan and invest it.

Haizi also participated in the dividend meeting, and now he is completely convinced that his 5 yuan bonus must not be lost.

He doesn't pay much attention to money, but if he doesn't have money, he really can't do it. This is the contradiction between ideals and reality, it's too fucking bad.

With complicated emotions, Haizi fell asleep. At noon the next day, he was invited to Liu Qingshan's home.

Besides Liu Qingshan, there were a few more people present.

"Brother Zha, let me introduce you. This is the author of "The Ordinary World", Writer Lu. Just call him Big Brother Wang."

When calling Brother Cha, Liu Qingshan also felt a little awkward.

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

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

So everyone shook hands with each other, these few people, despite picking up a pen and writing a thousand words, are actually dull gourds, and they are the kind with a particularly simple heart.

Liu Qingshan also focused on introducing Senior Brother Zha, and he finally came to his senses. Don't pinch Senior Brother Zha's title, he is not scumbag at all when he writes poems.

Afterwards, Liu Qingshan began to introduce the ladies present: "This is Gu Yaya, a big reporter from the Spring City Newspaper, and this is Lu Xiaofeng, a young reporter from the Songjiang Newspaper."

"This is my high school classmate, Zheng Xiaoxiao, from Huaqing. Now he is going to study in England, majoring in foreign literature, so he can be regarded as a member of the circle."

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

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

Gu Yaya and the three of them also shook hands with Senior Brother Hai very enthusiastically, making Senior Brother Hai's face flush slightly, he is really a shy and sensitive person.

It's just that Lu Xiaofeng was a little unconvinced, and joked with Liu Qingshan:

"Why am I a little reporter?"

Because of her younger brother Lu Xiaolong, this girl didn't treat herself as an outsider.

Liu Qingshan said cheerfully: "Who told you that you are young, you should be content, there is still a younger one."

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

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

Writer Lu took a sip of herbal tea: "Your friend named Victor is still very good. He invited four translators who are familiar with Chinese, and one of them worked as a translator at the embassy."

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

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

It is not an exaggeration to describe it with careful words.

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

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

For more than half a year, people have to eat horse chews, and they have to pay for the translators and professors. It is definitely not a small sum, and Writer Lu can't help but feel uneasy.

Liu Qingshan smiled and waved his hands: "Brother Wang, I'll talk about this later. If you win the Nobel Prize for Literature, then half of the prize money will be enough for me."

The atmosphere on the table suddenly relaxed a lot. The two reporters came to interview the Jiapigou Literary Award last year.

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