After an ordinary supper, the siblings Liu Qingshan and Yang Hongying set another future development strategy for Unified Group.

However, when Liu Qingshan contacted the beverage king and proposed to acquire the Red Bull brand, he was rejected by the other party.

The beverage king's intention is to cooperate, such as building branches in China, and then he is responsible for the technology, Liu Qingshan is responsible for the production and sales, and finally divide the profits according to proportions.

When Liu Qingshan heard that the other party had asked for 60% of the profit, he smiled and rejected Mr. Xu.

Then develop it yourself. The ingredients of similar functional beverages are actually not complicated, and this is no secret in later generations.

For example, several functional drinks similar to Red Bull later appeared in China and were sold very well.

As for taste, just adjust it slowly.

Of course, Yang Hongying was responsible for forming a team. She had been in the capital for more than a week and had basically recruited enough staff.

Liu Qingshan also arranged the matter here quickly. When the fourth and fifth brothers were on holiday, they would go back to their hometown together.

The Jiapigou in winter looks very peaceful. The roofs of each house are covered with thick snow, and the smoke from the chimneys are dyed a layer of pink by the afterglow of the setting sun.

Wu Tong had just finished feeding Xiaolulu, and the little guy stared at the little flower stick rustling in Liu Shikui's hand.

I guess I was happy to hear that, and I thrust my calf from time to time.

Grandma, Qiuju and Wu Tong's mother were busy in the kitchen. They had already received a call from Liu Qingshan, saying that they would come back today.

The two cars drove into Jiapigou, and Liu Jinfeng brought her family back.

When everyone heard the car horn, they walked out of the house and surrounded the mute grandfather and others who had just gotten out of the car.

"Welcome to the mute brother to return with honor!" The old branch secretary often reads newspapers and learns the above words a lot.

The villagers all applauded together, and their simple smiles filled their faces.

"Muzi, I'll carry the bonus for you. One million, I have to put a sack on it." Zhang Ganzi smiled and leaned over.

The cooperative pays a lot of money every year, so Zhang Ganzi now has a concept of one million, so he probably knows how many of them are.

"Uncle Ganzi, don't worry about it. Grandpa's bonus has been donated long ago." Xiao Liuzi said with a smile.

Zhang Ganzi felt a little painful: "One million, it's still US dollars. Why did you donate it just by saying that you donate it?"

The old branch secretary immediately began to scold his nephew: "You know what you know. The mute brother donated all the money to the Chinese medicine school to vigorously develop our medical career, and even praised it in the newspaper."

Zhang Ganzi smiled and said, "Hehe, if I had one million, I would have donated it too. The last newspaper was a pity that I could not earn one million, hehe."

This old boy was obviously not sincere, so the boss of the car started to use the provocation method: "Stan, if you make one million, will you really donate?"

Zhang Ganzi thought about it. Last year, each company received more than 500,000 yuan in dividends, and the situation this year is similar.

So I felt confident: "Boss, let's just leave this to you today. If I make a million, I will definitely donate!"

"Hahaha, okay, it's up to you!" Boss Che reached out and slapped Zhang Ganzi three times.

Everyone was lively for a while before they let Liu Qingshan and the others go home.

Liu Qingshan was the first to rush into the house, greeting his grandparents, but his eyes fell on the kang.

The little deer was lying there and playing with her fists. The child had two taels of honey on his hands. It would be a matter of not being able to eat it.

The little guy's face has also grown, white and tender, and is very rare.

"Daughter, dad is back!" Liu Qingshan smiled at Wu Tong, and then he was about to hug the child.

As a result, my grandmother stopped me: "It's time to take a while, my body is too cold."

It’s better to be older. Look at Xiao Yueyue, you don’t have to care so much and just throw yourself into Yang Hongying’s arms.

He was so happy that he kept kissing his daughter on her face, and it was clattering.

Liu Qingshan took off his coat and roasted the fire in front of the stove. When his body was hot, he jumped onto the kang happily.

As a result, the fourth and fifth brothers stood in front. The two girls saw their eldest nephew for the first time, and were lying around to make fun of the child.

The little old fourth took out a rattle in his hand, turned it gently, making a thudding sound.

Shan Xing was holding a rubber toy, which looked like a little tiger. When she pinched it with her hands, there would be a small yelling sound at the bottom, and it would make a sizzling sound.

This is the toy they bought for their eldest nephew. Although it was not worth much, it was bought by two girls in Longteng Shopping Mall in person.

"Come on, come on, dad, hug it." Liu Qingshan squeezed away the fourth and fifth brothers and slowly picked up the little deer.

As a result, the little girl cried with her mouth puffed.

"Haha, brother, Xiaolu has forgotten you!" The little old four is very happy.

In fact, a child like Xiaolu, who is more than two months old, doesn’t recognize others. Even if he treats his own mother, he just depends on his feelings.

After all, I have lived in the womb for ten months and am familiar with all aspects.

The fourth and fifth brothers were just waving and made various sounds. The little deer was happy, but Liu Qingshan picked up her, of course she was unhappy.

Oh oh oh, Liu Qingshan shook his daughter gently and coaxed her softly.

Lao Wu also held a small toy and teased her in front of Xiaolulu. The little guy was very open, and his mouth was raised and he was happy again.

Instead, Liu Qingshan was sweating: "You have changed your face too quickly!"

After saying that, I felt a warm feeling from my thighs. I looked down and saw that it was already wet.

He could only shake his head helplessly: "Good daughter, if you know that my father is back, you will get a gift for him."

After struggling for a while, the little deer was tired and fell asleep in Wu Tong's arms.

Liu Qingshan looked at his wife and daughter quietly, and felt particularly peaceful.

The family sat at two big tables and had dinner happily. Someone came to Liu Qingshan's house to visit, first Datou, Erbiaozi and others, then the old branch secretary and others.

But everyone sat for a while before going back. After all, Liu Qingshan had to stay at home for a while.

By the time we went to bed at night, there was only a family of three left in the house.

Liu Qingshan was lying on the head of the kang, with a little deer in the middle, holding his small fist and sleeping soundly.

After the couple chatted for a while, Liu Qingshan turned off the lights and then turned over and crawled into Wu Tong's quilt.

In the darkness, a tsk voice came: "Oh, I have to keep it for my daughter..."

Because of Liu Qingshan's return, the annual dividend conference in Jiapigou was also held as scheduled.

In addition to the dividend conference, there is also the Jiapigou Literature Award, which is also held together.

The winner this year is Mo Zhuang, the author of Red Sorghum, who has been invited by Lu writers and Gao Wenxue.

Due to the increase in the prize money, the Jiapigou Literature Award has attracted more and more attention, and there are still two reporters who are also here to conduct interviews.

Writer Mo is less than forty years old now, and looks older than decades later.

He also had some contacts with Liu Qingshan, mainly through the Beijing Gang of Shuo Ye Lao Ma. These people organized an editorial circle to write scripts and other things, and could also make some money.

Lao Ma’s Haima Dance Hall invested more than 400,000 yuan in the past two years, but the result was a very bad loss.

You know, at this time, the Siheyuan in the capital can buy a house for 20,000 yuan. If Lao Ma put all the money on the Siheyuan, he would probably become the richest man in the capital in the future.

At Liu Qingshan's house, Mo Zuo chatted slowly. He was not tall and his head seemed particularly big.

What writer Mo is most interested in is his translation of works. He is a bit envious of writers Lu. He also writes books and earns US dollars and wins the Nobel Prize in Literature. He feels that he is not bad at all.

After thinking about it, what I lack is the translation and publishing channels.

So after being notified of winning the Jiapigou Literature Award, I came happily.

High bonuses are one aspect, but the most important thing is to find a way.

Liu Qingshan of course strongly supported such writers who were rooted in the nation and promised to introduce Victor's translation team to Writer Mo.

Anyway, the prize money for this award is probably not left. Victor's translation team charges no cheap at all.

The last time I translated Shan Xing’s book, the friendship price, was charged 50,000 pounds.

However, Victor called two days ago and said that it has been published and sold, and there has been a rush to buy.

The first print of 100,000 copies was sold out in less than a week. The publishing house is hurrying to print it, and this time it directly printed one million copies.

Liu Qingshan knew that this book was destined to be popular. Not to mention one million volumes, ten million volumes are all minor things.

When I saw Shan Xing, a fifteen-year-old girl, she had already gone to the domestic takeaway book, which made Master Mo envious. She blinked her little eyes and said to Lao Wu:

"Student Shanxing, this Jiapigou Literature Award should be awarded to you."

Liu Qingshan was also very happy: "Brother Mo, you are not afraid of having a good meal. I dare say that in the future, you will definitely have the opportunity to be on the podium of the Nobel Prize for Literature."

Writer Mo also nodded firmly, and made up his mind secretly.

The reporter who came to interview the Jiapigou Literature Award was Guo Xiaolu, a reporter from Youth Daily. The focus of the interview was originally the winner of the award-winning writer Mo.

As a result, the story of Shan Xing unexpectedly was obtained, which is even more news-oriented: a 15-year-old genius female writer.

So he was preparing to interview and report on Shanxing, but was stopped by Liu Qingshan: "My sister is still young, let's talk about it in a few years."

He is familiar with Shan Xing's personality and is quiet and does not want life to be in the spotlight.

Guo Xiaolu is a little puzzled: they are all famous as soon as possible, and they are all determined to go to newspapers. It would be great to go to your place, so I will just push it out.

When Liu Qingshan saw that the reporter was not giving up, he happily said to the other party: "Actually, if you want to interview, there will be even bigger news, but you have to wait until the reporter from the People's Daily arrives before doing it together."

"Mr. Liu, can you disclose it in advance?" Guo Xiaolu was itchy.

After coming to this small mountain village, he gradually discovered that this place was a treasure and there were too many things to be discovered.

There are two Nobel Prize winners who live in this small village.

You know, there are only two people in the country.
Chapter completed!