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He calmly said again: "The old man's name is Le Songwen, and he is in charge of purchasing at Tongrentang. Just now, I saw that the Changbai ginseng and deer antler and other medicinal materials in your store are very authentic, so I want to discuss cooperation."

Liu Qingshan was also quite surprised, Tongrentang, this is a well-known signboard, together with Hu Qingyutang in the south, it is known as the leader among the north and south medicine halls.

Just the eight words "Cultivating benevolence and virtue, helping the world and keeping in good health" are worthy of respect.

This old man is worthy of being Tongrentang's purchasing master, he has a good eye, and the medicinal materials produced in Jiapigou are of course good things.

When the dumb grandpa heard this, memories showed in his eyes, and he continued to gesture with his hands.

Liu Qingshan helped the master translate: "Mr., you are from Tongrentang Lejia, so I dare to ask what is your relationship with Le Songsheng?"

The old man couldn't help but waved his hand sadly, "I'm just unworthy of my descendants, I'm really ashamed of my ancestors."

"But since this old gentleman knows my cousin's name, he must be an old friend. Hey, my cousin has passed away long ago."

When Liu Qingshan thought about it, he roughly understood that the experience of a time-honored brand like Tongrentang is basically the same.

First, in the early days of the founding of the People's Republic of China, it became a public-private partnership, and finally it became a state-owned unit. In times of chaos, it is not bad to be able to save your life.

After hearing this, the dumb grandpa couldn't help shaking his head slightly. Not everyone can control these things.

Fortunately, the dumb grandpa saw all of this long ago, let go as soon as possible, and was happy to be carefree in the mountains and forests. Who can tell the gains and losses in it.

Liu Qingshan saw that the atmosphere was a bit depressed, so he said quickly: "Mr. Le, to be honest, we also have a pharmaceutical factory in Jiapigou, so these medicinal materials are mainly for retail."

"Even if it can be supplied, the quantity will not be too much. I hope you can understand."

"Jiapigou Pharmaceutical Factory?" Le Songwen looked thoughtful, then widened his eyes suddenly: "Oh, it's Jiapigou Pharmaceutical Factory. I've heard a lot about it in the past two years. The quick-acting cold tablets you produce are very innovative. !"

The pharmaceutical industry, especially traditional Chinese medicine, is very particular about historical inheritance.

Because only through the accumulation of generations, can we have more perfect prescriptions, and the medicine hall can grow step by step.

This is not something that can be achieved overnight, it requires the joint efforts of several generations.

Just like my colleague Lejia, it is only through the accumulation of more than ten generations that it has such a scale, but it is in the midst of changes of the times and cannot help itself.

While in the industry, Le Songwen had of course heard about Jiapigou Pharmaceutical Factory, and even read about it in newspapers.

He thought about it for a while, and then suddenly bowed to the dumb grandfather: "So it's Senior Sun, I'm sorry."

Le Songwen finally remembered the identity of this dumb old man, and he was actually a descendant of the lineage of the king of medicine.

Although the other party is not as old as him, but Yao Wang's signboard is there, as long as he is in this industry, he has to respect three points.

The dumb grandpa didn't care much about these things. He waved his hand and gestured a few more times, indicating that Le Songwen could choose the medicines in the mountain goods store at will.

Le Songwen had a look of embarrassment on his face: "We recently ordered a batch of medicine for people, and we need old wild ginseng from the previous year, but..."

Of course Liu Qingshan knew what he was struggling with, so he said with a smile: "Old man, the price is easy to negotiate, and the price on it is filled in by me, so as not to disturb the layman."

So that's the case, Le Songwen smiled and nodded: "We don't dare to expect too much from the century-old ginseng, just choose one of the two next to it."

He was talking about the two branches in 60, and Liu Qingshan also casually filled in 200 million.

But just now the dumb grandpa also said that the best use of everything can truly reflect the value.

Liu Qingshan directly wiped a zero on the back, and Le Songwen of course readily accepted it, and then purchased some velvet antler slices, and also bought two bottles of tiger bone wine.

This wine is obviously not intended to be drunk back home. Tong Ren Tang also produces authentic tiger bone wine, and has always had a very good reputation.

Le Songwen also witnessed Victor signing the contract just now, and he was a little confused as to how this tiger bone wine could be sold so expensively, so he was going back to study and compare.

Of course Liu Qingshan guessed what the other party was thinking, but he didn't point it out. Instead, he wanted to cooperate with the other party.

After all, the development of the Chinese medicine industry cannot be supported by the Jiapigou family. It also requires the concerted efforts of the entire industry.

Just like Tongrentang, the channels and connections it has are not comparable to the current Jiapigou Pharmaceutical Factory.

It's just that although Tongrentang is still a time-honored brand, it has actually become a state-owned unit with a rigid system.

Unlike the new forces like Jiapigou Pharmaceutical Factory, they are full of vigor and have an unlimited future.

After sending Mr. Le away, Liu Qingshan called everyone to go upstairs to rest.

Upstairs there is an antique rest room filled with old furniture from the late Qing Dynasty and the Republic of China. It is a place specially used for rest and large-scale business talks.

After pouring herbal tea and drinking a cup, Victor took out a few books from the briefcase he was carrying with a smile on his face, and placed them in front of Liu Qingshan:

"Liu, I only brought a few sample books this time. If you still need it, I'll mail it to you again."

Liu Qingshan picked up a book, the cover was very simple: several snow-white sheep, a young man shepherding the sheep, and in the distance, there were several pyramids.

The title of the book is: The Fantastic Journey of the Shepherd Boy.

The author is still the joint signature of Victor and Liuqingshan.

Liu Qingshan stroked the cover of the book lightly: "Victor, how is the sales of this book?"

This was last winter, when Liu Qingshan was in the United States, Victor called every day, urging Liu Qingshan to help him find a new book.

Later, Liu Qingshan couldn't stand this guy's harassment, so he had to tell a story about a shepherd boy:

A young shepherd had the same dream twice in a row, dreaming that there was a treasure buried under a pyramid in Africa.

So the boy embarked on a journey to find the treasure. During the journey, the boy also understood what is his real treasure.

This is an inspirational story about growth and dreams. When it was published in the United States, the following promotional words were written on the cover:

This is a book that completely changes a person's life, and perhaps only one book will appear in a few decades.

This evaluation is simply not too high.

Victor deliberately pretended to be deep, smiled without saying a word, took out two small boxes from his bag, and pushed one of them in front of Liu Qingshan.

He slowly opened the box in front of him again, took out something from it, kissed it affectionately, and put it on his chest with a serious face.

Those companions around him all cast envious eyes.

Liu Qingshan could only tell that it was a medal, but he had limited understanding of these, so he looked up at Victor, hoping that the other party could explain to him.

Leo, who was drinking tea, couldn't hold back: "Liu, this is our country's Knight Medal, which rewards citizens who have made outstanding contributions to the country. Of course, it also includes foreign citizens."

"However, when it is issued to foreign friends, it must be nominated by the foreign minister and signed by the president himself."

It turned out to be a Knight's Medal, Liu Qingshan understood it now, he remembered that there were several Chinese who had won this honor later on.

People like Yu Hua, who created "To Live", have all won this medal.

By the way, Liu Qingshan remembered that Yu Hua should be working on writing this novel right now, and this year's Jiapigou Literature Award has also been awarded.

After putting on the medal, Victor showed a bright smile on his face: "Liu, thank you, it is this novel that has allowed me to be recognized by mainstream literature."

"This knight medal is the best proof."

Different from the two books of Big Ship and Cipher, the novel of Shepherd Boy's Fantastic Journey has been highly evaluated by the mainstream media.

In fact, after the book was published, it quickly became popular all over the world, sold in more than 160 countries, and sold more than 5000 million copies worldwide.

"Congratulations, Victor."

Liu Qingshan is also really happy for his old friend. Of course, the knight medal has half of yours and half of mine.

Victor grinned, and finally showed a sinister smile of money lovers on his face: "Liu, now we have both fame and fortune."

This is the Victor Liu Qingshan is familiar with, and this guy took out three checks from his briefcase like a treasure chest, and placed them side by side in front of Liu Qingshan.

so much?

Liu Qingshan was also a little puzzled: How did you get three checks? Could it be that the amount is too large and there is a limit on the amount of the check?

However, he looked at the numbers above and felt that it was not too exaggerated: one was worth 50 US dollars, one was worth 30 US dollars, and the other was worth 200 million US dollars.

He looked up at Victor again, and continued to wait for his explanation.

Victor picked up the one with the largest denomination: "Liu, this one belongs to you."

Then he picked up the 50 piece: "This is Wang's, the author of "Ordinary World"."

Finally, the third one: "This is Gao, your sister's husband."

Only then did Liu Qingshan realize that it turned out to be the work of Writer Lu and his eldest brother-in-law, and it was published and sold overseas, and it also made some profits.

Judging from the amount, the sales are pretty good, especially the books by author Lu.

You know, this kind of works, unlike those popular novels, have a relatively large audience.

Especially when selling abroad, readers in many countries do not understand the historical background, so it is more difficult to sell.

It seems that in this regard, Victor has indeed helped to do a lot of work.

"Victor, let me thank you on behalf of them first. After you go to our Jiapigou, I will ask those two to toast you."

Liu Qingshan patted Victor on the shoulder affectionately, expressing his sincere thanks.

Victor shrugged: "It's not over yet, Liu, that World of Plainness is very popular, so I have already asked someone to help, sent it to the Nobel Prize jury, and was nominated."

"As for whether you can win an award, in your words, just leave your fate to God."

"You mean resignation to fate, right?" Liu Qingshan helped Victor popularize Chinese, and then he remembered something and stood up abruptly:

"What, you said "The Ordinary World", has it been nominated for the Nobel Prize in Literature?"

Victor seemed calm and composed: "Liu, please stay calm. That book should have been treated like this. It is only a group of good translators away from winning the award, isn't it?"

Chapter 7: Don't Delay the Next Generation

In Liu Qingshan's memory, it wasn't until decades later that the writer who "didn't like to talk" got the Nobel Prize for Literature.

But in Liu Qingshan's view, "The Ordinary World" is undoubtedly better and deserves an award.

That's why last year, he introduced Writer Lu and his eldest brother-in-law to Victor. Together with the translation team, he translated both books carefully abroad, and then published and sold them.

Now it seems that the influence has come out. After all, it is not easy to be nominated.

Liu Qingshan wished he could call Jiapigou now and tell Writer Lu the good news.

However, he still forcibly resisted the urge, sat back in his seat, and calmed down his excitement: "Victor, what else do we need to do next?"

Liu Qingshan's intention is obvious, just to ask Victor if he needs public relations or something.

Victor shook his head: "Everything will go with the flow, maybe there will be a big surprise."

This is true, and there are many such examples: Some people have researched important results and even caused a sensation. They thought that they could securely win the award, so they lobbied everywhere. As a result, they didn't even get nominated.

In particular, the literary award, which is not the first in literature, is not only a tradition in the Chinese literary world, so the literary award has always been the most controversial award.

Liu Qingshan had no choice but to give up. Originally, he was thinking of returning the check for 200 million US dollars to Victor and asking him to use it as a public relations fee.

After talking about this matter, Liu Qingshan called Jiapigou to find his eldest brother-in-law and Writer Lu.

Putting down the phone, he waited for another half an hour before dialing again. This time, it was Gao Wenxue who answered the call:

"Sanfeng, what are you looking for from us? Brother Wang and I are doing farm work together in the field."

Liu Qingshan also unconsciously showed a smile on his face: These two brothers are really good, so let's also say "Morning Xing sorts out the filth, and brings the moon lotus to hoe back", right?

So he said with a smile, "Of course it's a good thing. Mr. Victor just sent me two checks. Brother Wang's 50 and yours' 30 are both in US dollars."

There was a burst of hearty laughter on the phone, and then the person who answered the phone was replaced by Writer Lu:

"That's really good, Qingshan. I have discussed this money with Brother Wenxue. We won't ask for it. I'll leave it with you."

Of course they knew that during the half year abroad, Liu Qingshan paid for the food and accommodation expenses, plus hiring those translators and professors, the money was quite a lot, and this amount was not enough at all.

"This is your manuscript fee, what's the matter with me, I definitely don't want it."

Of course Liu Qingshan refused immediately, he was not short of the money, and the most important thing was that he couldn't justify it both emotionally and rationally.

Writer Lu on the other end of the phone was silent for a while, and then said:

"Then you can help us donate it. Donate it to the domestic literary award, and it will benefit more writers. At least it can increase the bonus and improve life."

He has personally experienced that it is because of the Jiapigou Literature Award that he got rid of the predicament of life and slowly recovered his body.

Writer Lu has never lacked feelings, but has been trapped by the status quo and has been powerless.

Now that he has this kind of opportunity, of course he knows how to be grateful and knows how to repay.

"Ok."

Liu Qingshan can understand Writer Lu's feelings. As for the eldest brother-in-law, is our family short of this little money?

After talking about the serious matter, Liu Qingshan joked: "Brother Wang, and brother-in-law, you two have made me suffer!"

"Qingshan, what do you say?" Writer Lu still believed it.