I finally coded more than 6,000 words, and it was blocked immediately after I sent it out this morning. I later revised it and it still hasn’t been lifted.

Originally, I had something to say at the end of the previous volume, but considering that I was not good at updating, and the content did not reach the heights I imagined, I didn't say anything.

Today I was brutally attacked by Dian Niang again, and I felt a little bit unhappy.

Of course, I also know that Dian Niang is forced to have no choice, and I am also grateful for the website. Unfortunately, the environment is like this, and everyone has their own sadness. Thinking about a certain fan website that was blocked, I should be grateful.

I made money while standing.

It's easy to say it, but it's really hard to do it.

It was purely an accident that I started writing online articles. I stopped pretending and showed off my cards. Back then, I, Zhao, could barely be considered a second-generation rich man, so making money by writing online articles was not my biggest goal. After all, we were just starting out.

The son of the richest man in Tongxin Village, Haozigang County, Dingcheng District, Wuling City, Xiangnan Province, who passed the Bentley and Maserati.

We don’t care so much about making money. Realizing our dreams and life value through writing is our goal. (Forcing the truth)

Writing "Sister Illusion" is not my first writing experience in life. Looking back on the past, I drew comic strips by myself when I was a child. The content is unreliable, but I am convinced that I really did this, probably when I was four years old.

.Looking back now, maybe it was at that time that I was destined to have an indissoluble bond with writing.

When I was in elementary school, I, Lao Zhao, didn't brag about my own work. My essays were often used as model essays by teachers. When I was in elementary school, my Chinese teacher once took my essay and submitted it to a magazine (it was rejected).

When I was in junior high school, I was selected to attend a summer composition training class, and then... I saved two yuan for breakfast every day, and sat at the bookstall and read comics all day long. At that time, I didn't know any genuine D-versions, anyway, comics

A Hundred Flowers Bloom, books like "The Ear of the Yellow Dragon" and "Xun Qin Ji" are probably banned books now, right?

When I was in high school, I loved reading "The Wasted City" by Jia Pingwa and "White Deer Plain" by Chen Zhongshi. I, a shitty high school student, didn't know how to write well, so I bought them just for the detailed plots in them. I remember.

Every part of it has been marked by me, but it’s a pity that every time I read it heartily and am about to “get it done”, “x” will appear on the page one page after another, or (a few words are omitted below)...

....

The environment at that time was really open. It can be said that a writer who cannot write erotic stories is not a good writer.

Today, the sacred ritual of human reproduction has become a forbidden area that cannot be described or even mentioned.

I don't know if this is considered a historical step back, but if it's in the name of protection, I don't think duck should do it.

Speaking of which, even the "Fengshen Bang" broadcast by CCTV was a cool deal. We, the post-80s generation, grew up surrounded by meat-selling cartoons and TV series, and we have not seen our generation born in the 1980s being influenced and turning into hooligans.

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You can't say more about these things, it's useless to say more.

That's not what I want to say today. These are just some weak complaints, purely to vent some unhappiness accumulated in my heart.

Let’s talk about my writing experience. In fact, when I was in high school, I wrote about time-traveling martial arts. I had not read Huang Yi at that time, but later Huang Yi opened the door to a new world, so I abandoned my masterpiece.

Like my old shoes. I later submitted a manuscript to "Science Fiction World" and wrote more than 100,000 words eloquently. The manuscript I sent was thicker than the entire magazine of "Science Fiction World", but "Science Fiction World" was short-sighted and wrote it completely.

The manuscript was returned.

This completely destroyed my writing career.

I thought at the time that I probably didn’t have the talent for writing, so I started studying honestly. It turned out that my talent for learning was even worse...

There is no need to go into details about this experience. In short, as the son of the richest man in Tongxin Village, Haozigang County, Dingcheng District, Wuling City, Xiangnan Province, what should I do? I also have my father’s business empire (Tongxin, Haozigang County, Dingcheng District, Wuling City, Xiangnan Province).

The canteen at the No. 1 intersection of the village) can be inherited. Why bother tinkering with pens if it is hard and tiring?

If he eats Kandi with rice noodles every day, wouldn’t it be nice for him to be a capitalist?

So I fell into the purgatory of the mortal world. In a foreign country, in bars, discos, KTVs, and big cities, I cultivated myself for more than ten years. When my father's business empire began to collapse, I still resolutely let go of my second-generation wealth.

Identity, starting from scratch to enter the online literary world.

Probably because I got bored of surfing the Internet with my successor friends every day in the Internet cafe, I started writing at the starting point. This is not my first writing experience, but it is the longest writing experience I have persisted in.

Two years, 4.43 million words.

I have completed a self-sublimation. Looking back now, "Sister" has many shortcomings. Even the punctuation marks in the original content were wrong, not to mention how many sentences in it were not smooth and redundant.

The writing process is also very tortuous.

At the beginning, no one read it at all. The comments in the comment area were all robots asking you to buy recommendation tickets. At that time, I was still afraid that someone would scold me. After two months of stand-alone play, I discovered that scolding is actually a good thing. Others scold me.

Not being too lazy to scold you is the worst thing that can happen.

Fortunately, I don't make a living by writing books. I have no expectations of making money from writing, and I'm not eager for quick success, so I persevere.

When I wrote more than 100,000 words, I gradually started to gain readers, and someone told me to work harder. I was extremely confident, and after looking through other people’s books, I felt that these books were not as good as mine. Why couldn’t I sign a contract, so I applied for a contract.

The ideal is full, but the reality is skinny. I applied for the contract twice, but was rejected ruthlessly. I suspected that Dian Niang had accepted a bribe from my father and was jealous of my status as the son of the richest man, so she deliberately tried to trip me up.

Son, the purpose is to force me to go back and inherit the wealth of my family, and not become an Internet writer.

But at that time, I was tired of the decadent life of capitalism, and the world of hell could no longer attract me. I was attracted by the characters in my works, focused on coding, and only wanted to build my Zhao Qingshan universe.

Maybe I am a bit lucky. At that time, "mei control" was not considered a restricted area for online writing, and I caught up with the time when the "mei control" article was most popular. My book gradually became popular, and after writing 300,000 words,

, when others had already given up, they unexpectedly signed the contract...

Maybe the Chosen One is so awesome. Destiny always gives you unexpected turns and surprises at the most critical moments. After receiving the contract, I opened two bottles of 1982 Lafite and a can of 90-year-old Lafite.

Godmother celebrates. As we all know, Lao Ganma’s chili peppers in the 1990s are the most authentic. The pesticides at that time were relatively pure, unlike today’s chemical additives that are too mixed. When you eat them, you will have an earthy aroma in your mouth. It is so spicy that I shed tears.

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Immediately after I received the first hundred-dollar reward in my life, I jumped up from the president's office chair with excitement. That night, I gathered my successor friends and opened a box in Soho. Martell was like running water.

The coffee table was laid out like a cake, and there were countless fruit plates and snacks. It was such a luxurious night...

After I was drunk, I dreamed that my book was No. 1 on the sales list and No. 1 on the monthly ticket sales list.

After waking up, I found that I was still far away from being on the shelves.

I am a newcomer to online writing. I don’t know how to communicate with editors, let alone how to operate and publicize. I write based on my passion. I will read every book review carefully. When I open my eyes, I will open the starting point and see myself.

How many clicks were there, how many collections were added. I stared at the computer like a maniac, communicating with every reader who was willing to communicate with me, and formed a book club for the first time. Although there were only more than ten people, the encouragement was like money.

Just as real.

As I progressed, I got more and more readers. At that time, I decided that no matter whether my grades were good or not, I would definitely finish the book. However, the readers were afraid of me and urged me to put it on the shelves as soon as possible.

I am the son of the richest man, how could I enter the palace?

In this way, I wrote almost 600,000 words. At the urging of readers, I contacted the editor for the first time, and then I realized that I should have been published long ago, but the editor had forgotten my little transparency...

The cruel reality did not defeat me. To paraphrase a chicken soup article, those who did not defeat you will eventually make you stronger.

I have indeed become stronger, gained alliance leaders, and entered the top 50 in the category rankings. As a newcomer, I have nothing to be dissatisfied with. Just when I thought that my writing road will be smooth, I, Zhao Qingshan, will definitely be able to become the great master of the starting point.

Throw the contract in front of your father and tell him confidently that your huge wealth and business empire...

I do not care!

But the slap in the face came so suddenly. I wrote about the earthquake plot, which I had conceived countless times and even cried for. It was criticized by countless people, and my subscriptions plummeted.

At that moment, I was in a terrible mood. The fear of driving a Bentley with one hand dominated me. I didn't want to hold the steering wheel of a luxury car. I wanted to code! But I looked around and realized that the plot I liked was not necessarily popular with the public.

It's like I've been in a relationship with a girl for a long time. At first I thought she liked my talent, but later I found out that she was just greedy for my handsomeness.

This is undoubtedly a huge blow to me.

Even many old readers gave up and even left messages to scold me, which made me very sad. I remember that I gave him administrative rights, thinking that even if what I wrote didn’t go with my heart, I wouldn’t turn against him. But he

He just scolded me, and scolded me very harshly.

This made me very embarrassed and embarrassed. It also made me realize that readers and authors are not friends.

I somewhat complained that the audience’s level of appreciation was not enough, and I even wrote a long article to refute it. My heart was broken. I was not close to subscribing, but the subscription was not enough to buy a bag for my wife.

I just want to be at the top of the rankings, I just want to prove myself.

However, there are still many readers who stay and continue to support me. They are the motivation for me to continue writing, and they also make me more determined to cherish my own value.

I don’t want to write a series of cool articles to gain fans. I hope that I can be worthy of every subscribed reader. This is an impossible ideal in itself. I can only try my best to live up to their reading time and be able to truly tell them some truths and truths.

Enlightenment. So that it can help their lives, instead of forgetting after seeing it.

This is even more implemented in "Anti-Demon". I try my best to write some educational content, which makes an online article seem a bit nondescript. There is an irreconcilable contradiction between the refreshing article and my thoughts. I am struggling.

I was moving forward, which resulted in poor results. Until it was released, I decided to stop pursuing results and write according to my original intention.

After all, if I really can't do it, I can kneel down in front of my father and beg him to forgive me and let me go back and inherit the throne and become a rich second generation who doesn't have to think about it again.

But later I discovered that I had so many shortcomings in knowledge. I had to check the vague concepts repeatedly before writing them down. This process is extremely difficult and long. Readers always think that I have learned a lot, but in fact I

I just learn while writing, and the learning is very utilitarian. I only read those that I think will be helpful to me, so that I have not yet built my own complete knowledge system.

But I think this is also a good thing. I have conveyed a correct value to my readers - learning is always meaningful. I also let everyone know that if you want to realize your dreams, you have to pay a price, even for people like me

The son of the richest man has gone through such hardship, which shows that it is not easy to realize every dream.

When I was writing the last volume of "In the Clouds", I went through extremely painful suffering. The amount of hair lost on my head was an astronomical figure based on the price of hair transplantation, and it was definitely not something that could be compensated by a little royalties. But I still want to do something for myself.

Let’s fight for a breath, let’s fight for the anger that “Internet articles are meaningless”.

So I surfaced the inner core of my thoughts that were originally kept secret, and expressed the ultimate secrets of these worlds through the mouths of the characters in the book. Therefore, this volume seems extremely lengthy, which makes people lose their patience.

I expected that I would become a subscriber. After all, I betrayed my class and chose to reveal the nature of the world. These contents looked like the compilation of new words and sorrow in the ninth-rate street stall literature.

My profound thoughts seem pale when put into words. Some people disdain to read them, some people are unwilling to read them, and some people are too lazy to read them. This made me realize how far my works are from published literature.

But I will not give up. Now I have broken with my father and have officially cut off my retreat. I have given up my wealth and business empire, luxury cars and yachts and Internet celebrity beauties, and my entertainment and friends...

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Determined to fight to the end.

I know this road is not easy to walk and not very scenic.

But I wish my dreams come true.
Chapter completed!