Li Tieniu then hugged Liu Qingshan: "Senior Brother, I'm so suffocated to death when I'm at home every day."

"Isn't it good to be a dad?" Liu Qingshan patted his shoulder, and then saw his eldest brother-in-law Gao Wenxue walking out of the yard, followed by Lu Writer behind him.

Liu Qingshan hurriedly greeted her, and Gao Wenxue pushed down his glasses with his hand: "Sanfeng, you are back just in time. Let's discuss and discuss donating to the Commun Literature Award."

"Then you have to congratulate my brother-in-law and Brother Wang first. Your work must have won the award." Liu Qingshan reacted relatively quickly and guessed it immediately.

They participated in the third session, and selected excellent literary works from 1985 to 1988.

However, this selection cycle is relatively long, and the specific list of winners was not determined until this year.

As for the awards, it will be until March of September and one year.

Gao Wenxue and Lu writers also smiled. Of course they were happy to win the award, after all, this is the highest award in the domestic literary world.

However, what makes them even more happy is that they can use their overseas copyright income to make their own contributions to this award.

Adding to Liu Qingshan's royalties, the three of them raised two million US dollars at that time.

With these two million bonuses, the winner's bonus can be greatly improved.

You know, before this, the bonus was only 5,000 yuan.

Now that you have this money, the bonus starts at least 50,000 yuan.

Everyone went into the house together. Tienniu's wife Xiao Cuier was cooking with Aunt Lu. When Liu Qingshan asked, Uncle Lu and Uncle Lao Huer had not come back in Europe.

They are all valuable cultural relics, and Uncle Lu is worried and takes his old hat as a bodyguard.

After lunch, Xiao Cui rode her bicycle to work at Longteng Shopping Mall. She has been internship with Hou San, mainly studying mall management.

By the afternoon, when the fourth brother and the others were going to school, Wu Tong was a little tired from taking the plane and went back to the house to rest first.

Liu Qingshan didn't feel much, so he simply followed his eldest brother-in-law and Lu Writer to the Literature Awards Awards Evaluation Committee.

The awards committee has an office here, but in fact it is a separate office on the Writers Association.

Liu Qingshan and the others drove here. Gao Wenxue and the others were familiar with each other and knocked on the door of the office directly.

"Lu writer, Gao writer, welcome two." There were only two people in the room, middle-aged man wearing white half-sleeved sleeves, stood up to greet him.

"Teacher Meng, you are busy." Gao Wenxue and the others were polite and then introduced to Liu Qingshan.

This teacher Meng is not part of the sixteen judges, but is mainly responsible for daily things.

Teacher Meng also had some impression of the name Liu Qingshan, but he was not very familiar with it. He exchanged a few greetings and thought he was also a young writer.

After sitting down, he chatted for a few words, and the writer Lu got to the point. He took out a few checks from his bag and placed them on the table in front of Teacher Meng, and then held his glasses with his hands:

"Teacher Meng, this is some of our donations to the Literature Award. I hope it can help more writers and create with peace of mind."

Writer Lu has a deep understanding. Since he won the Jiapigou Literature Award, his entire life has been completely changed.

He has also been well prepared and there are more and more works, so he is really grateful.

I also hope that my own experience will benefit more writers.

What does this mean?

The teacher Meng was a little confused. After he saw the amount on the check clearly, he jumped up from the chair. This time he was scared.
Chapter completed!