Chapter 29: End-of-Month Summary and One-Day Break

This book has been going for more than five months since it started.

During this period, the performance of this book has been dismal. It’s the support from all the Foster Fathers that has kept me going until now.

At this moment, I want to say something.

First of all,

I must thank all the Foster Fathers who have supported me all along, for your bookmarks, your subscriptions, your monthly votes, and your rewards.

I’ll give you a few bows!

Bang! Bang! Bang!

It’s your support that has helped me grit my teeth and keep writing.

Writing a book is a boring and tedious task. As an author, I rack my brains, think about the plot, search for the best materials, design the highlights, and just like that, two hours have passed each day.

In addition, I am not very good at typing with a keyboard and have always used my phone’s nine-key input. My typing speed is slow, and a content of four thousand words might take me five hours or even longer.

Of course, this is not about selling misery or complaining; I’ve just come to realize something.

When I first entered the industry, I saw records of others earning tens of thousands in manuscript fees per month on Tieba and Longkong. It was so enviable that I drooled at the thought.

But if you don’t become an author, how could you know the pains of writing a book?

The manuscript fee looks very tempting, but it’s not that easy to earn.

For an obscure author like me, earning a few thousand a month is the norm for writing novels.

Since the book started, all kinds of data have been very dismal, even unbearable to look at. I don’t know how many fellow authors have shaken their heads, advised me to quit and start a new book, saying this book is dead and beyond saving.

I secretly asked Longkong, asked Tieba, and from different angles came the same answer.

Quit!

Support justice by quitting the book!

But to give an account to myself, to readers, to the protagonist in the book.

Or maybe, it’s simply a stubbornness in my heart, not wanting to become an eunuch.

Secondly, I also want to thank those Foster Fathers who pointed out some issues in my book in the comments.

In this era where everyone is very busy, having a Foster Father willing to point out problems, even with a few words, actually means they are earnest readers of my book.

So, I thank all the Foster Fathers here!!!

Of course, writing books is not just a painful thing; the sense of accomplishment in creation and the happiness when readers recognize it, this would make me incredibly joyful.

This book has stumbled along its way, and sometimes I feel very sentimental because some Foster Fathers, for various reasons, will no longer read this book or have any interaction with me.

Brief encounters and brief meetings, who knows when it will end.

I deeply bow to all the book friends, all the Foster Fathers, thanking you for accompanying the book, and accompanying me through this short, beautiful time.

Furthermore, I want to thank the readers who continue to subscribe to my book, even when the content of certain Chapters is dull, yet still persist, pinching their noses, willing to continue supporting this humble work.

Thank you!

I don’t have any great skills, nor do I have any grand ambitions. All I can do is write the story better and better.

And guarantee that before I want to finish telling this story, it won’t end abruptly, but rather give it a complete ending.

Let me humbly say this again.

If any Foster Fathers give rewards or vote for monthly votes, I will add more Chapters, even if it means staying up at night, gritting my teeth to write them!

For every 100 monthly votes, I’ll add two thousand words!

Accumulate rewards of 10,000 points, I’ll add two thousand words!

An Alliance Leader will directly add 15 Chapters, which is thirty thousand words! (Of course, there probably won’t be…)

Orz, OrZ, OrZ.

Lastly, I thank the Foster Fathers who voted for monthly tickets yesterday: “Thug, Star”, “20170930092357319”, “20200202114322575”, “Righteous Flat Hu Duan Mo Jiu”.

(As I write these words, I am sitting on a shared bike, on my way home for lunch, hot tears welling up.)

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