Today, I'm free to sign up for the limited time.

I uploaded the first chapter on the 16th of the month, and I was full of ambition.

On January 01, 60,000 words were listed on the popular serial test recommendation, with a weekly increase of 600, which was not good.

.08, 80,000 words on the recommendation of new science fiction books, a single week increase of 800, confused and anxious.

10,000 words were listed on the classification and strongly pushed, with a weekly increase of 700 and five thunderstorms.

I began to wonder if the world was wrong, or if I was wrong.

Am I doing something wrong? Or has the times eliminated me?

I began to want to face up to my own incompetence, and I couldn't write a cool essay that was satisfying enough to be liked deeply at a glance.

I began to question myself whether there was a need to continue this story.

I used to say to myself that I should write as much as possible, and there was a little bit of a trivial pursuit.

Don't be ambitious, but you can be worthy of food and clothing.

That's why I always think that a story that is built with heart will definitely be appreciated by readers.

I know that my book is still against the trend of the moment.

Slow heat, and obviously want to write science fiction, but the beginning is a standard urban entertainment.

I do have such a hand in writing about cities, and many people ask me, what you want to write is obviously an urban, why do you run science fiction?

Isn't science fiction all infinite streaming, the world of black technology? What, you want to write this kind of inverted sci-fi at the beginning, do you really want to go bankrupt?

I was speechless, not knowing how to answer.

I confess. Really, I didn't think about it that much, but after experiencing the three eunuchs in 2019, I asked myself again and again at night, what should I do? How can I hold on?

I can't think of a way other than to change careers and jobs.

Many readers know that I used to be environmentally friendly, and I have some achievements. I attended a reunion at school and talked to my college mentor, who heard about my job search. A week later, an offer from the vice president of technology was already in front of me, and the monthly salary was not high, but it was not low.

If I accept this offer and return to the position in the environmental protection industry, then in the future, I can only and must take responsibility for my family, and I can no longer be distracted and used for two purposes.

Eventually, I made a decision that my family didn't understand and started a new book.

I thought that the stories I had come up with with all my might and painstaking efforts, no matter how good the results were, would always be recognized by some hardcore readers. Just like when I wrote the first order of 263 "Carrying the Goddess Emperor" to 4.22 million words, the average order was 2800, and the comic copyright was sold, and the daily sales in Tencent Comics were quite high.

I thought I could, but reality poured cold water on me.

I can't deny the recommended results at the beginning, it's really rotten, so I shouldn't have Sanjiang's strong push.

No one can guess what kind of mentality I felt when I knew that there would be no more recommendations, and the public chapter was about to reach 300,000 words in my numb insistence, and I was looking for an editor to apply for it to be put on the shelves directly.

At that time four thousand collections. What I thought in my heart was that now there are so many people who start to watch pirated copies, there is a pool of stagnant water in the book review area, and only a few old irons such as Night Wind who never give up are still encouraging me, and I think my subscription ratio should not be good.

If the first order is less than 200, the subscription ratio is 20:1, just like saying goodbye to this industry, continue to repair the sewage treatment station.

But the ending is a little awkward.

The first order is 300.

I can't go up or down.

It was higher than I expected, but still not enough to eat.

I started asking myself again.

Do you want to insist? What was my dream?

What kind of book do you want to write? What kind of story is told?

Do you have to live up to the trust and expectations of your readers again and again?

In the numbing update, I thought about it for two days and decided to continue.

What happened next is known to many new readers.

The brothers gave me a lot of chapter pushes, and I didn't let go of the good brothers who could almost PY.

I didn't actually want to push it like that before.

But I gave myself a reason to be extremely shameless.

In order to survive.

It's both the survival of life and the last ember of the dream of writing a good story.

I'm going to use my own shamelessness to rekindle it.

So I went for it.

Which brothers I specifically asked for a chapter push, you should have seen it in my last testimonial.

Frankly speaking, I didn't have much hope for Zhang Tui, but what I never expected was that when the brothers' Zhang Tui were in place one after another, my average order rose from more than 200 to 800.

Then, there came a Silver Alliance.

The average order quickly exceeded 1,000.

At that time, I calculated once that if the daily change was 8,000 and the average was 1,000, the monthly manuscript fee could be 6 or 7,000.

Before I knew it, another twenty days had passed.

I waited for a limited-time free offer, which I used to despise, but now it's a lifesaver.