The year-end dividend conference in Jiapigou finally ended successfully, and everyone returned to their homes happily and satisfiedly.

Although there is no heavy money in your pocket, everyone is more at ease and can avoid being missed by the thief.

Of course, it’s a joke. Everyone believes in Liu Qingshan. If you take out the money to invest, it will definitely be higher than if you raise the money and the interest will be higher.

On their side, borrowing usury is called raising money, which is usually three cents of profit. If you catch up with urgent money, you can get five cents of profit.

However, if you raise money, the risk is also great. If you don’t want to escape, your money will be wasted.

It’s better to leave it to Qingshan, and it’s better to invest.

Haizi also participated in the dividend conference. Now he completely believed that his 50,000 yuan bonus must have not been gone.

He doesn't pay much attention to money, but if he doesn't have money, it's really not possible. This is the contradiction between ideals and reality, it's so fucking.

With a complicated mood, Haizi fell asleep. He was invited to Liu Qingshan's house at noon the next day.

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

"Senior Brother Cha, let me introduce you to this person, the author of "Ordinary World", writer Lu, just call him Brother Wang."

When he called Senior Brother Cha, Liu Qingshan also felt something awkward.

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

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

So everyone shook hands with each other. Although these people, even though they picked up their pens and wrote thousands of words, they were actually dull and very simple-minded.

Liu Qingshan also focused on introducing Senior Brother Cha, and then he realized that he should not pinch the title of Senior Brother Cha. He was not a scumbag at all when writing poems.

Afterwards, Liu Qingshan began to introduce several ladies present: "This is Gu Yaya, the big reporter of Chuncheng News Agency, and this is Lu Xiaofeng, the little reporter of Songjiang News Agency."

"This is my high school classmate, Zheng Xiaoxiao and Huaqing. Now he is studying in the UK and majoring in foreign literature. He is also a person in the circle."

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

It is estimated that the martial arts master Jin from Hong Kong, who also had a pseudonym, was called "scratch master" all day long.

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

But Lu Xiaofeng was a little dissatisfied and joked with Liu Qingshan:

"Why am I a little reporter?"

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

Liu Qingshan said happily: "Who told you to be younger, you should be content, there is a smaller one."

As a result, Lu Xiaofeng and Zheng Xiaoxiao gave him a blank look.

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

Writer Lu gently sipped a sip of medicinal tea: "Your friend named Victor is still very good. He invited four Chinese-friendly translators, one of whom was also a translator in the embassy."

"In addition, he also hired two professors who specialize in oriental languages ​​to coordinate and guide him in college."

It can be heard that writer Lu was very satisfied. In addition to his and Gao Wenxue, a team of eight people, he worked hard for half a year before he translated "Desire" and "Ordinary World".

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

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

Writer Lu put down the teacup: "But this cost is probably not small. Qingshan, we don't have that much money now. If the book can be sold abroad, you can deduct it from the manuscript fee."

In the past six months, people have to pay for the translation and professors by eating horses and chewing them for more than half a year. The writer Lu couldn't help but feel uneasy.

Liu Qingshan smiled and waved his hand: "Brother Wang, let's talk about this later. If you win the Nobel Prize for Literature, it will be enough to give me half of the prize."

The atmosphere on 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, which is also big news.

They were interviewing the Literature Award, but they didn't expect any unexpected gains.

Gu Yaya nodded politely: "Writer Lu, Writer Gao, can you give me a detailed introduction to your two publishing works abroad?"

When the writer Lu looked at the poet, Senior Brother Hai also laughed twice: "I want to listen too."

Whether it is a writer or a poet, of course, I hope that my 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 and learn experience first."

Everyone didn't feel a smile, and then Writer Lu said: "I only realized when I went out that there were still big differences in Chinese and Western cultures. Just like our "Water Margin", when Pearl Buck was translated, it was translated into All Men Are Brothers, and everyone is brother."

"If it is translated into the water edge according to the original intention of Water Margin, it will be a bit confused, but I think it is more appropriate to translate into the heroes on the water edge."

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

Her work "The Good Earth" created by Chinese farmers as the protagonist, named "The Earth", has won the Pulitzer Novel Award and the Nobel Prize in Literature.

Be careful not to confuse Pearl Buck with another woman at that time, Symphony Golden Flower.

The few people present thought silently in their hearts: Everyone is brother, it’s too easy to translate, and the heroes on the water are indeed more appropriate.

Of course, if you want to translate it as a robber on the water, it may be more in line with the aesthetics of foreigners.

Writer Lu continued: "At the beginning, there were many differences, and the translation team also had discussions and disputes, but in the end they all sought common ground while reserving differences. This was more smooth. If there was a next time, it would be more smooth."

"Sure, there must be." Liu Qingshan said with a smile.

He knew that there were some modern Chinese writers who translated foreign works, such as "The Besieged City", as well as Ba Lao's "Home", "Spring", "Autumn", etc.

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

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

Gao Wenxue pushed his big glasses with his hand. His glasses were similar to Senior Brother Hai’s one, and they were very big:

"In fact, this attempt will also be helpful to future creations. In terms of plot setting, language and word selection, it can be better...how to say it, it is probably..."

Liu Qingshan quickly took over the conversation: "Integrate with the international community."

Gao Wenxue nodded repeatedly: "Yes, it means keeping our traditional literary characteristics and keeping in line with the international community."

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

Why did this still touch me?

Liu Qingshan waved his hands repeatedly: "My one is not worth mentioning, it's just a pastime."

"There is no distinction between high and low, as long as it is loved by readers, it is a good work." Of course, writer Lu had to help Liu Qingshan speak.

Zheng Xiaoxiao, who was standing beside him, also interrupted with a smile: "If I only earn the royalties, I am quite convinced by Sanfeng."

Several insiders smiled, only Senior Brother Hai was unknown, so: "Qingshan, are you also a writer?"

"I just wrote a few popular novels, but I didn't write them yet, so I put forward an outline, which was written by foreigners Victor and Xiao Li." Liu Qingshan never thought he was a writer, he was at most a porter.

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

If it were someone else, I would definitely not ask so directly.

Liu Qingshan didn't care: "A few books combined together also look like four or five million US dollars."

ah?

Senior Brother Hai's hands shivered and the tea was spilled on the table. He couldn't understand: they were all fiddling with the words, and the gap was really big!

Liu Qingshan saw that Senior Brother Hai's eyes were a little bit straight and said quickly:

"This is different. All your works can be passed down from generation to generation. Okay, don't talk about me, you should interview Senior Brother Hai first."

So I got back to the point, and the two reporters started chatting with Senior Brother Hai.

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

He also bluntly said that before coming to Jiapigou, the gloomy inside dominated and even had the idea of ​​suicide.

The topic was a bit heavy, and the room became quiet for a while.

The two reporters also felt that the group of writers and poets was actually far more difficult than they thought.

Writer Lu looked at Liu Qingshan with deep meaning. He understood a little why the second Jiapigou Literature Award was given to the talented young poet in front of him.

He has a personal experience. Last year, his body and spirit were almost broken, and it was entirely supported by his own beliefs.

And how similar is the young poet in front of him?

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

This Jiapigou Literature Award seems hasty and does not even have a award committee, but in fact, it is full of humanistic care.

It can bring great help to their creators.

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

His smile was not charming at all, but it was innocent:

"Don't worry, after these days, I've been much better now and I'm full of confidence in life. After all, in this world, I'm already satisfied with those who love me and readers who like my poetry."

Liu Qingshan gently patted his face. He knew that from now on, Senior Brother Hai will definitely start a new life.

The two reporters, including Zheng Xiaoxiao, had red eyes.
To be continued...