I have just been notified by the editor that "The Master of Ceremonies" will be released in the early morning of the day after tomorrow, that is, at 0:00 a.m. on November 1.

This news made Bones very excited and happy, because it meant that I had money to earn.

So, are you happy?

Well, I'm sure you must be happy, and there are many touching things to say to me in the midst of your happiness.

But you don't have to say it!

Because, I know!

I know what you want to say and what you think. (Big, please remove the finger you want to post here in this chapter.) What you want to do, I really understand, I don't need to emphasize. ）

At the end of the last book, I sincerely said to you, I want to earn two dollars, I want to live a good life, I want to be broad, I want my wife and children to be happy, and I also want to go by the way to see where there are female comrades in need of help, do my best, and offer a little love...

In short, I don't want to be a poor writer anymore.

So, I think you can get out of your pockets and order the bones generously, without hesitation, without the slightest hesitation.

Spend a few cents like dirt!

After the incident, the clothes are gone, and the merit and fame are hidden.

Bigwigs, never forget the people in need, it is the people's expectation of you.

As a person in need, I am the object of your unreserved help.

If you don't subscribe, are you worthy of your coercion?

If you don't subscribe, are you worthy of the big golden thick chain around your neck?

If you don't subscribe, are you worthy of the people and the motherland?

You can't have a clear conscience, big guy!

There is also a way to steal, and when you get out of bed, you turn your face and deny people, which is shameful, you will be scolded, you will be stinking for a thousand years, and you will always be remembered and cursed all the time.

This is not a threat, I have purchased 10,000 villains online...

Last night, I had a dream.

In my dream, I saw the bigwigs with disdainful eyes, throwing one, two, three at me... Countless copper plates.

I happily picked it up on the ground, and from time to time raised my sincere, handsome, slightly vicissitudes face, and looked at you with envy.

I, in my bones, have a fire in my chest that is about to explode.

An ambition that has never been felt before is also born from the face.

That's how it should be!

The big guy is like this, what more can the husband ask for.

"See? It's the subscription money, take it. Master, there is no shortage of these two dollars! ”

What is the forced grid, this is the forced grid.

The forced style that makes people look up to invisibly is innate, longevity and heavenly qi, and the forced style of Hong Fu Qitian.

This is a forced character, only the big guy who subscribes to the bone work is worthy.

Others, they don't deserve it.

Here, I would like to sing a song for all the bigwigs who are willing to subscribe generously: "I wish you a blessed life and a happy life, celebrate your pretending to be happy, every year has today, every year has today." Congratulations... Congratulations..."

Being able to become a boutique author has been the dream of bones for ten years.

Unfortunately, due to various factors, this dream has never been realized.

The requirement for fine works is to order 3,000 each, and now there are only 20,000 readers who collect this book.

20,000 readers want 3,000 people to be able to subscribe, which is too difficult, and bones dare not expect it.

However, everyone must have a goal, and becoming a high-quality author is my goal.

The so-called, Honghu Anzhi Zhifan's ambition, I, the bones are all day, I just want the bigwigs to be able to subscribe, order more and order less is fate, and it's okay to close your eyes and make a zero.

Of course, one cannot live without dreams.

To become a boutique author, to become a great god, is also the dream of bones.

So, can you be an angel investor and fulfill the dream of bones?

This is also good for you.

For in the future, you will be able to say to people with a light eye, "You know me, right? I don't know? It doesn't matter if you don't know, that bone day, you know, right? … Yes, yes, it's the god of history, that's right, it's him. Did you know that he was raised by me? …”

Okay, that's all, I'll go downstairs to the restaurant next door to see if there are any leftovers.

When you are ready, please drink the big guys, drink 63 degrees of Wuliangye, 52 degrees of Moutai.