Although this kind of information is available that I know that I will definitely be able to develop in a certain industry in the future, what kind of book do I rely on to develop it? You can't just start writing by yourself, right? Just scribble one and you can publish it? How did you get into writing in the future? How did you start writing? What did you start writing about? Is the first book famous? What books did you write after that?

Wen Xun is now extremely curious about his future, and he can't wait for it to get dark right now, and then he can lie down in bed and start "daydreaming" again. But the more he wanted to wait for it to get dark, the more he found that it was getting dark slowly, and Wen Xun never felt that a day could have a length that made people wait impatiently.

finally waited for the day, after dinner, Wen Xun sat down and rested for a while, and when night fell, he hurriedly climbed into bed, as if there was a peerless beauty waiting for her on the bed.

But when he finally entered the dream, everything he saw in the dream made him wish he hadn't entered this dream-

Wen Xun strangely found himself standing on a strange street, and the place where he stood seemed to be a sidewalk next to a T-junction. The motorway next to the sidewalk is so wide that it seems like you can run four cars in one direction! And on this wide road that seems to be the Yangtze River, there are vehicles that flow as fast as the Yangtze River, one after another at a very fast speed, so scared that people don't dare to go to the motorway at all. On the fat sidewalks of the motorway, there are colorful small advertising flags on the telephone poles, which make Wen Xun feel that his eyes are not enough......

Next to the sidewalk where Wen Xun stood, there were countless skyscrapers with no top floor visible at a glance. Subconsciously looked up to see how tall the skyscraper was, Wen Xun felt dizzy and his neck was sore. In the middle of a skyscraper facing Wen Xun is a huge open-air screen, which seems to be playing a game of the American professional men's basketball team. It seemed like there was a ten-minute pause, and the huge screen was starting to show the upcoming schedule - June 20th, the first game of the Finals, Philadelphia......

"June 20th?" Wen Xun was very keen to discover this information at this time. But when he saw this information, he was confused, and the scenes he could foresee before were all the ones he would encounter immediately after waking up. But how did you dream about June 20th this time? In reality, it's August 25th!

Moreover, the location in this dream is also so strange, it is not the environment that Wen Xun is familiar with at all - what time and place is this Ge Laozi?

Just when Wen Xun was confused, a bicycle bell drilled into his ears. He subconsciously looked in the direction where the bell came from, but saw a picture that shocked him!

Wen Xun only saw an old man who looked like his father pushing a tricycle full of wooden planks out of the turnaround. Although he looks a lot like Wen Xun's father, he looks much older and thinner than Wen Xun's father. His face was covered with wrinkles, his hair was gray, and he was slightly hunched, so thin that it seemed as if he could break the old man's arm with a single blow.

Just when he was surprised that the old man looked like his father, he saw the old man ask the owner of a grocery store on the side of the road: "Boss, do you see someone nearby looking for goods?" This old man's mouth, a bit like Trump's Zunyi accent, shocked Wen Xun as soon as he came out!

Because in the entire Shuchuan, only his hometown Yuqing people have this kind of accent - the accent of Yuqing people is not like the east of Sichuan, west of Sichuan, and south of Sichuan, but similar to the accent of Zunyi! In addition, although this old man is far away from Wen Xun, why does his accent sound so familiar? It's like, it's like ...... Father's voice?

Shocked, Wen Xun unconsciously walked slowly towards the old man, and he observed the old man with wide eyes. I found that this old man seemed to look more and more like his father, but why did this person look so sick? He was weak, his hair was gray, his face was very pale, and he would have a heart-rending cough from time to time?

Just as Wen Xun slowly approached the old man who looked like his father, a middle-aged security guard suddenly ran out of the corner where the old man had just walked out. The security guard shouted and ran like an old man who looked like Wen Xun's father, and when the security guard ran in front of the old man, he said loudly: "Old Yuqing, Nong is looking for the owner of the goods?" There is a property owner in the Ala community who said that Yi was separated from the person who transported the wooden formwork last week, and Nong wanted to go to see Fu? ”

Wen Xun listened to Wu Nong's soft words, and barely understood, as if the security guard wanted the old man to go and see if the owner of the owner in their community was the owner that the old man was looking for. And at this moment, I saw that the old man's eyes lit up, and he said loudly: "Want, want!" While bursting out of his thin body, an astonishing amount of energy burst out, and he immediately pushed the tricycle in a rage and "led" the security guard back.

Wen Xun didn't know what to do at this time, his eyes looked at the old man a little distractedly, and then he followed the old man to the corner as if he had lost his soul. When Wen Xun followed, he saw the old man happily retreating from the tricycle all the way, and then under the leadership of the security guard, he saw a man in a suit. "Oh, owner, I can count on you. This is your goods, come and see, right, see if it is damp? The old man immediately happily grabbed the man in the suit and said.

"It doesn't matter if it's damp, to be honest, I didn't even think I could find this batch of planks, so I went back and bought a batch again...... Thank you, master...... My security guard said, you seem to have been looking for me for a week? The middle-aged man politely refused the old man's request to inspect the goods, and said with a touched face.

"What's this? You must be in a hurry if you lose your goods, aren't you? There are rules in the industry, although I am short of money, but I am not short of virtue......"

Listening to this sentence, which he had heard for more than ten years, Wen Xun only felt as if a grain of sand had entered the corner of his eye, and his tears kept rolling in his eyes. "Dad!" He shouted loudly to the old man who looked very much like his father, and as he shouted, he looked at his father distressedly.

The father he heard the news used to be an iron man like an iron tower and a towering tree, and the thick body was even as good as the athletes could sigh when they saw it. But now, under the pressure of his seriously ill wife's savings and money, under the pressure of his two adolescent children going to school and nutrition expenses, under the pressure of several jobs at the same time, and under the pressure of not eating well, dressing well, and sleeping well, he is aging rapidly, to the point that his son does not dare to recognize him at first sight......

However, just after Wen Xun just shouted "Dad", he saw his father slowly turning around to look at him, and his legs were weak and slowly falling to the ground. When his father finally lay on the ground unconscious, Wen Xun ran forward like crazy. At this time, the owner and security guard next to him also hurried to see Wen Xun's father's condition, "This is your father?" When it rained a few days ago, I saw him come out in the rain to find the owner of the goods, wasn't it because he couldn't stand it because of the rain? ”

At this time, the owner of the goods heard this, and was moved to immediately take out his mobile phone to call an ambulance. But Wen Xun couldn't wait, he directly picked up his father and asked the two people beside him, "Where is the nearest hospital?" "He was going to take his father directly to the hospital......

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When Wen Xun woke up, although the pillow was already soaked with tears, he didn't mean to get up, but lay on the bed abnormally and stared at the wooden board above his head. Now his mind is filled with only one thought - his father will die one summer, on the streets of Jiangnan, a cosmopolitan metropolis......

Yesterday's Wen Xun was still happy that he had an ability to dream about the future, but now he can't wait that what he dreams about is fake! However, Wen Xun is not an escapist person, and after losing his mind for a while, he sat up and began to carefully review the details of the time in his dream last night.

Now he doesn't care whether his dream last night will come true or not, he is not afraid of 10,000, he is afraid of what if, even if he takes the dream as real and works hard, he will not have any loss.

Yes, he is ready to work hard, ready to share the burden on his father, ready to make his father, who is about to be crushed by the pressure of the family, easier, and even completely take over the burden of his father, so that he can cultivate well for a few years...... However, before working hard, Wen Xun wanted to know how much time he had left to work hard.

He tried to recall, as if in a dream scene, the open-air screen on the street was broadcasting the NBA Finals? Although there is no TV at home now, the experience of the past few years told Wen Xun that the NBA should have the finals around June.

And then it seems that the broadcast mentioned that a few of the Finals games were in Philadelphia, but teams like the Philadelphia 76ers don't seem to be doing well? But no matter what, no matter what year Philadelphia can enter the finals, Wen Xun plans to treat it as next year - not afraid of 10,000, just in case!

If it's June tomorrow, that's 10 months away. In the past 10 months, Wen Xunde quickly reached the level where he could earn at least 4,000 yuan per month - this is still the minimum standard, or on the basis that he and his sister have someone to sponsor, and the family does not have to worry about eating and dressing, he only earns money for his mother to do dialysis!

If possible, it is better to earn more, preferably to earn more, and then let Daddy come home to recuperate for a few years and go to the hospital for a check-up...... All of this has now become a heavy burden on Wen Xun's shoulders. He didn't have the slightest idea of running away, this was his relatives, his parents!

Wen Xun, who made up his mind to silently take on the responsibility of supporting his family, immediately began to think about what he had to do to make that money, and he even put lottery tickets, stocks and other things in his choice. However, after some analysis, Wen Xun still felt that he would give up these immature options. Originally, he didn't understand the stock thing, not even the most basic common sense, and the most important thing is that his damn ability is still unpredictable!

If you do stocks, what if you predict how many times the stock will increase in 1 year, but what if it starts to rise after he hears the news that his father's body has crossed? What if the vast majority of stocks fell all the way and a handful of stocks fell slightly? That Wen Xun also hanged himself on the tree of stocks?

And the lottery is also unreliable,Now the lottery in the county is different from the foreign ** color or something,It's still the era of scratch cards. When I bought the card, everyone rushed up, and I didn't even line up. Could it be that in the dream, he foresaw that the lottery ticket bought by Ah San of the Zhang family could get Xiali, so he went to grab Ah San's lottery ticket? Can this be grabbed? What if the hand is fast and the hand is slow, and the lottery ticket is bought by dozens of cats and dogs next to it? In this way, you can't hang yourself from a tree on the lottery thing.

After thinking about it, Wen Xun still thinks that writing a book is more reliable. Not to mention anything else, as long as the book can pass the review of the publishing house and be published in a finalized manner, the manuscript fee will definitely be able to get in your hands, right? And even if the manuscript has not been reviewed once, it can be changed thousands of times, and if it is corrected, it can still be sent for review.

Isn't writing one of the best ways for the poor to make a fortune without having to invest much money? As long as you have a pen and a manuscript paper, as long as your brain can fantasize, how low is this threshold......