No wonder Teacher Meng was suspicious. You should know that this literary award was based on the old man's last wish and the 250,000 yuan manuscript fee was set up.

Now, two million dollars have been added all at once, and Teacher Meng is of course incredible.

Seeing this, Gao Wenxue smiled and said, "Teacher Meng, this money has the manuscript fee for Brother Wang and me to publish abroad, but Datou'er still Qingshan paid for his manuscript fee."

Writer Lu nodded: "This money is all income from royalties, and it does not go against the old man's last wish."

Teacher Meng swallowed hard and finally came to his senses. You know, it's 1990s now.

Although the term "10,000 yuan household" has gradually retired, few ordinary families can afford to pay 10,000 yuan in deposits.

What's more, this is two million US dollars and tens of millions of Chinese coins. Even if it is not used for investment, it is placed in the bank for interest, and it earns hundreds of thousands of dollars every year.

Although the bank's savings interest has been reduced at this moment, it is much higher than in later generations.

This money, a clerk like Teacher Meng, cannot make any decision.

After thinking about it, he decided to call the judges, because the amount of money was too scary.

There were sixteen judges in this session, all of whom were respected old writers, and several of them were from the Writers Association. Teacher Meng made a few phone calls.

After quitting the phone, Teacher Meng remembered something. He looked at the youngest Liu Qingshan with a strange look: I just heard that this young writer was holding a big head?

Gao Wenxue also saw it, so he smiled and said, "The pseudonym Qingshan used abroad is Mounting."

Oh, Teacher Meng suddenly realized that he was also an insider. Of course, he had heard of this name. He heard that books are very popular in Europe and the United States. No wonder he has such a big deal.

After drinking a cup of tea, three old writers in their sixties and seventies came in.

For Lu Writers and others, these seniors were considered seniors, so they quickly stood up to greet them.

The leader is Liu's writer Bai Yu, whose works have been selected for junior high school textbooks many times. In this class, some of his works have also been selected.

Everyone shook hands and greeted each other first. After sitting down, there were not enough chairs in the office, so Liu Qingshan and Gao Wenxue and the three young ones could only stand.

"How can this work? How can a great hero stand up?" Writer Liu is over seventy years old and still speaks very funny. He asked someone to bring in a few more chairs from the office next door.

This time, Writer Liu sat down. He also looked very relieved when he asked about the situation:

"The world of you young people in the future. What's even more rare is that you have such a sincere heart, which is really respectable."

"On behalf of the jury and the writers' group, I would like to thank you."

The old man stood up and bowed deeply to Liu Qingshan and the other two.

"It's impossible to use it, it's impossible to use it." Liu Qingshan and the others quickly stood up, Gao Wenxue and Lu writer Lu supported the old man one by one.

Writer Liu laughed: "It should be, in this way, the influence of our literary award will definitely increase a lot."

After saying that, he patted Gao Wenxue and Lu's shoulders: "You two seem to lose money. You two have taken out two million dollars and can't get them back."

Everyone laughed together, and Writer Liu continued, "But there is also a way. You two work harder and strive to win a few more literary awards, so you can get some more books."

Hahaha, everyone is more happy. The old man is not just humor, but his words contain encouragement to the younger generation.

Then, Writer Liu's eyes fell on Liu Qingshan again, feeling a little distressed. I wonder how to reward this person?

Those works are published abroad, but they are really hard to give awards in the country.

And even if you evaluate the award, you will definitely participate in international awards.

As for the bonus, let’s forget it. People really look down on this bonus in China.

After thinking for a while, the old man's eyes lit up, so he said to Liu Qingshan happily:

"Qingshan, come back and write an application. Although our writers' association is a small family, after joining, it is an organized person."

Liu Qingshan really doesn't have this idea when joining the Writers Association.

However, since it was the old man's kindness, he couldn't refuse. He just wanted to give up his name anyway, so he nodded with a smile.

The topics followed naturally began to talk about literary creation, and Liu Qingshan didn't speak, so he listened attentively.

Writer Liu asked about the new works of writer Lu and Gao Wenxue, and then talked about the world of writer Lu last year and was selected for the Nobel Prize for Literature. Unfortunately, he failed to win the award in the end.

The old man couldn't help but sigh, saying that this was the closest time to the Nobel Prize in China, which is a pity.

"There is still hope this year, maybe it will be rated."

Liu Qingshan suddenly spoke, the situation this year is no longer as good as last year, and with the continuous fermentation of the past two years, the ordinary world has become better and better in the international literary world.

"This is the best, this important task will fall on the shoulders of you young people." Liu said earnestly.

Such important things naturally have follow-ups. The jury must contact the news media for publicity and reporting.

However, Liu Qingshan was not going to get involved in this kind of thing, and Gao Wenxue and Lu Writer ran faster and went back to Jiapigou the next day.

The reporters couldn't find the official interview, so they could only report it normally.

After a night off, Liu Qingshan sent Wu Tong to the company the next day, and the account was made for 4 million US dollars. The people from the animation department of Dashuxia Company could finally be proud.

The Xinlianxin Art Troupe has just finished its visit to Europe. This tour was particularly successful and the task was completed perfectly.

In the past, singers went out to earn foreign exchange, but the animation department was jealous, but now both sides are finally equal.

So when the employees saw Wu Tong, their eyes were both admiration and respect.

Wu Tong immediately entered the work state and began to deploy the production of animated movie Lion King.

Liu Qingshan walked around and finally moved to Gao Lingfeng's office. He saw that Song Xue and Boss Zhang were also here, and were settled.

"Congratulations, a few bosses, for making a fortune."

After Liu Qingshan entered the door, he still joked.

"Boss Liu, you are the rich man, okay?"

Song Xue replied with a smile, of course, the major shareholder of this company is Liu Qingshan.

Zhang Pengfei shook his calculator: "Youngest, this European tour has a good income. Our Beijing University can earn more than five million US dollars."

Wei Bing also nodded with a smile: "I really envy the current Peking University students. They are much better than us at that time. They have customized school uniforms and food subsidies."

"Stop, second brother, don't you think you're fat? Your belly is getting up!" Liu Qingshan went over and patted Wei Bing's belly, which made everyone laugh.

After a while of joking, Gao Lingfeng then came to the point, mainly the distribution of income. Needless to say, the CPC National Congress will leave 30% of the shares.

There are more than 10 million US dollars left, so the actors of course have to reward them, and some of the funds are reserved as the company's development fund.

"By the way, how did Director Zhang's movie make?" Liu Qingshan asked.

This is the first movie invested by the company under the tree, with a big red lantern hanging high.

"Director Zhang's crew has been filming in the Qiao family compound in Shanxi." Song Xue replied.

Liu Qingshan still attaches great importance to this movie. He is planning to take it to the Oscars and try his luck. What if he wins the award?

Zhang Pengfei looked around and saw that there was no outsider in the room. Then he smiled: "Younger, there is also Director Jiang's drama, don't you care?"

"Looking at your gloating look, there must be nothing good." Liu Qingshan gave the boss a blank look.

This is also Liu Qingshan's trap for Wang Fujun and worked with Director Jiang to shoot sunny days. I don't know what happened.

Zhang Pengfei said with a smile: "Mr. Wang Mike, I'm so troubled by that director Jiang. You don't know Qingshan. Jiang's money is a big deal, and Wang Fujun's brilliant entertainment can't hold on, haha."

This is similar to what Liu Qingshan expected, but the specific situation is only heard by Wang Zhan under the big tree, so I don’t know much about it.

Liu Qingshan knocked on Zhang Pengfei's head: "Don't gloat, Mr. Wang Fujun is also trying to revitalize the domestic film industry, hehehe."

At the end, he laughed himself. This Wang Fujun and Liu Qingshan despised his character, so he would be very happy to see jokes.

The most cozy thing is that Song Lei and Chu Xiaoba and others are also involved with Wang Fujun, and this time they are probably unlucky.

After laughing for a while, Liu Qingshan said seriously: "Don't worry about those irrelevant people for now. How is our own drama now?"

"The preparations have been completed and the shooting will be ready soon."

Gao Lingfeng was also excited. The first drama of their company under the big tree was that I love my family, and Gao Lingfeng held great hope.

Liu Qingshan nodded: "Okay, when will you take a photo? Call me."

While chatting, Liu Qingshan's cell phone rang. It was Wang Zhan who called Liu Qingshan to go to the film and television city, saying that Wang Fujun and Director Jiang were both there, and both sides were about to fight.

"I'm not trying to persuade me to fight." Liu Qingshan muttered, but he still has to go there to see the fun.

I drove to the film and television city, and it was still lively here. The rehearsal of the opening ceremony of the Asian Games was in full swing.

Liu Qingshan had no time to watch it, so he went straight to Wang Zhan's office.

After entering this ancient yamen building, I heard a loud voice from a distance: "Wang, Mr. Wang, this drama is at a critical moment. What does it mean if you don't take money?"

When I heard that the tone of this speech was Lao Jiang, I seemed to be really anxious.

"You want one million today and one million tomorrow. The four million agreed shooting fund has doubled to eight million now. You are still embarrassed to ask for money!"

Another voice came, this time it was Wang Fujun's voice, and he was quite angry when he heard it.

Liu Qingshan was not in a hurry to go in and listened outside the door.

"Wang, Mr. Wang, we have to be reasonable. Our film is to make perfect. We are not greedy for your money. I, I dare to make conscience!"

"I don't care. Anyway, our Huihuang Entertainment will not give you another penny!"

The two people in the house started to get accustomed to "one cent".
To be continued...