Night.

There are a few books prominently on the desk of the study.

"Heaven and Earth Dry Branch", "Ziwei Doushu", "Bagua Liuyao", ......

Yi Zhongan pushed his glasses, his brows furrowed and his face was very solemn, he just used Zhou Yi's prediction technique, combined with other aspects, to calculate his divination.

Life is a very, very complex and ineffable thing.

You say that he doesn't exist, but it's like an invisible bondage, and he can be regarded as a master in this industry.

But he still doesn't dare to say how proficient he is in his knowledge, and he uses eight characters to tell fortunes, and the error is also very large.

A few days earlier, he had calculated that he would be so doomed.

But I don't know what kind of catastrophe it is.

However, just two hours ago.

He took advantage of the quiet of night to go to Changling West Street, and suddenly felt a shocking atmosphere.

Yi Zhongan was very curious about how a young man in his early twenties could compete with him for business, but when he was standing at the intersection of that street and found the old fortune telling shop.

I was completely shocked.

Because of that inconspicuous shop, there is something else.

The entire Changling West Street winds and turns, and looking down from the high-rise buildings, it is the shocking Fulong.

The "Wentian Pavilion" seems to be in an inconspicuous position at the corner, and it is also at the corner of the street, which does not look like a good location, but it has become the finishing touch of the whole street.

To put it simply, that's the dragon's eyes.

As we all know, Fulong naturally closes his eyes, but once this eye is opened, it is Wolong rising, and it will definitely set off a storm.

Yi Zhong'an has been a feng shui master in this city for some years.

But I have never heard of such a small shop, but in just one or two months, it suddenly became famous.

This is a sign that the dragon goes to sea and the dragon ascends to heaven.

The more he thought about it, the more frightened he became, this was a big deal, and the pattern of the entire Changling West Street had taken shape decades or even a hundred years ago.

He had also heard some gossip about the young fortune teller these days.

For example, the other party once explained that fortune-telling is a family inheritance, and the life span of the ancestors is short.

Yi Zhongan held his breath, is this a retribution for fortune telling?

I'm afraid it's not that simple.

That location is not a place of aura, just an ordinary market, which is enough to show that it was decades ago, or even a hundred years ago.

There are masters in the real sense, and the overall situation of feng shui is laid here.

And it's far-reaching, and it's not just for the sake of luck.

Yi Zhongan rubbed his temples very tiredly, feeling that his heart was more than enough and his strength was insufficient.

Recently, there have been fewer and fewer customers, which obviously reveals a very simple truth.

Perhaps, it's time for you to get out of this place!

……

The night was silent.

At three o'clock in the evening, Zhan Hongwei returned home very tired.

He didn't rest, but took a hot shower, turned on the computer and started coding.

Because today I thought of a plot that made him very excited, and I can't wait to write it.

The moment he opened the author's backstage, he was simply stunned!

Today, the collection has suddenly skyrocketed to more than 30,000 collections, and the chapter and book reviews are extremely lively.

"Wow, Baiyin Meng Boss!"

"Is there a missing pendant?"

"Is another big guy born?"

"It's only tens of thousands of words, it's not enough to read!"

At this moment, the first place in the fan list shows a reader named "Lu Yinhong", and the extremely conspicuous title of the Silver Alliance leader is shining.

The other party left a message in the comment area: "It's very right, I feel that it may be popular, I don't even have a cover, the author is estimated to be a budding newcomer, I'll push it!"

The comment instantly attracted hundreds of comments and likes.

Zhan Hongwei's throat choked slightly, and complex emotions welled up in his heart.

I have written a book for so many years, and I have never received such a heavy reward.

For an author, what can really touch from the depths of his soul is not how much money he can get for rewarding.

Rather, it is the sense of accomplishment and joy that bursts out of the recognition and appreciation of others' works.

He touched the soft box next to him and lit a cigarette with a "snap".

That moment.

It was quiet in the room.

It's so quiet that even breathing seems a little redundant.

Zhan Hongwei set off a ripple in his heart, and smoked the cigarette silently, his nose slightly sour.

The pent-up emotions in my heart finally found an outlet.

For him, this reward is like a light in the dark night and a clear spring in the desert.

When a person falls to the bottom.

I have experienced despair again and again, and I have experienced the powerlessness of hovering on the verge of giving up.

I can better understand how precious success is.

Perhaps for other authors, this is an exciting reward, indicating that their books may be on fire.

But for Zhan Hongwei, there are more and more important meanings.

He tilted his head and smoked a cigarette, his inner emotions could not be calmed down for a long time, and his work was once again recognized by readers and accepted by the market, and his persistence was not in vain.

At the moment when we were about to give up in despair, we finally saw the dawn of hope.

This feeling is very complicated, and in addition to mixed feelings, it is more of a gratitude to every reader who supports his book friends.

He typed on the keyboard and wrote a long, long single chapter.

[I don't know if all authors are as sentimental as I am.] 】

[To be honest, in fact, I am an author who has been on the street for many years, so much so that a few days ago, I hugged my pillow and cried and chose to leave. 】

[I disbanded the fan readership that had been quietly supporting me, got a job, and tried to put an end to all my fantasies. 】

[I'm sorry for them, I'm a cowardly loser, I can't bear it. 】

[I don't know if you believe in fate or not, at least I don't believe it, so I went crazy and persevered again and again, opened one book after another, and I told myself that I could still get up. 】

[But in fact, not all efforts will be rewarded!]

[I really broke down that day, and at one point gave up on the hobby I was proud of. 】

[Until a few days ago, someone suddenly told me that you should stick to it, and he told me that I shouldn't choose to give up at this time, and then I learned that he was actually a fortune teller. 】

[I know it's a little ridiculous and a little ridiculous, but I'm back, I secretly opened a vest that no one knows, and wrote this book while working part-time.] 】

[I don't dare to expect anything from it, I'm afraid of blows, even if I've failed again and again.] 】

[Just now I came back from work, I saw the silver Meng that this book friend gave me a reward, to be honest, I want to cry a little, maybe you don't believe it, but I'm already crying. 】

[I'm really scared, I'm scared, this book failed again, but I don't want to give up, and I don't dare to live up to expectations, that feeling is very contradictory. 】

"I don't know what I'm trying to say. 】

[Finally, I really thank everyone who supported me, thank you!]

Typing the last line, a crystal clear tear slipped down his face, and he pressed the send button, sending out the single chapter at half past three in the morning.

is naïve like a child, but he is already an old author who has written books for several years.

Zhan Hongwei smirked, shook his head again, wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, he didn't know if this book could change his fate, but at this moment, at least at this moment, he was glad that he hadn't given up.