[Testimonials on the shelves - standing at thirty]

This is a testimonial on the shelf, in order to avoid being blocked by the pirated station, deliberately disguised as Chapter 114, but I want to be able to survive and save a little more hope for the fire.

The real Chapter 114 will be updated tonight after it hits the shelves.

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Testimonials on the shelves are conventions and must-haves, and the platinum gods are not exempt from vulgarity.

I, on the other hand, are counting on this testimonial to turn my life around.

A good listing testimonial can increase subscriptions by more than 30%.

My testimonial, which is called 30, carries my ardent hope and great anxiety, and I set off with my bags on my back, and I hope you will understand.

The dispute between genuine and pirated copies, the meaning of genuine to the author, I think you have seen too much, I will only briefly talk about it.

Genuine subscription to the great god is an honor, a recognition, and a thousand cornerstones under the throne at the time of coronation.

For me, it is clothes, porridge, and milk powder that I scraped from the bottom of my child's milk powder bag.

Facing the mirror and shaving off my chin, I took a deep breath and looked at myself in the mirror and sighed helplessly, the man stood in his thirties, and I was no longer young.

I vaguely remember the deep winter of 2005, that cold night, I had the urge to write a story for the first time, and I wrote it arbitrarily.

In 2007, I unleashed my vigor and talent and briefly touched the realm of God, which was the closest I had to the Tang family.

He was second on the weekly list and I was third.

Without the slightest hint of water, I touched his back with real skills.

Conceited and arrogant, I thought that with my so-called talent, it was easy to become popular.

When the three young men of the Tang family were working hard day and night, and the daily increase was 10,000, I took the first manuscript fee in my life and embarked on a travel trip.

The three young people of the Tang family are like the sun and sit on the throne.

And I, like a meteor streaked across the night sky, left behind only a momentary and negligible glory, and never recovered.

Now, looking back, I have been writing in circles for thirteen years.

In thirteen years, I have tried many times, tried many times, and failed as many times as I could.

Sometimes a failure brings a year of hibernation, licking the wounds and recuperating.

Sometimes it is dormant for two or three years.

I quit my job when I was almost the youngest project manager in another industry.

Many people asked me why, and I told them it was because I was poor.

It's hard for researchers to support themselves.

Actually, this is an excuse, I am ashamed to say it, I don't even dare to tell others, I still want to be a writer after going around in a big circle.

Well, it's a writer, not a writer.

When I put everything down and returned to the online novel industry with a resolute impulse, I suddenly found that it was wrong.

The pit goods who used to hit the street with me have become a platinum author and three god authors in just three years of my AFK from 10 to 13 years.

I've never been jealous of my friends, I'm just sorry for myself.

But I never doubted my abilities, and I also soared in the sky.

I cut myself off and swore to my parents and my wife and daughter, with all my passion and determination, to approach storytelling with a professionalism that I had never felt before.

From 13 to 15 years, I wrote a 4.6 million word complete book "The Descendants of Nine Yin in the City", which is close to a fine product.

From the beginning of 16 to the end of 17, I wrote a 4.22 million word complete book of "Carrying the Goddess Emperor with Me", which is one step away from the boutique.

In 2018, I started to create "Invincible Dad's Monster Hunting Daily".

I feel that I have accumulated enough money, and this time I am going towards the goal of high-quality products and even higher.

However, the same ambition, the familiar flash crash plot, how sad is it?

My Sanjiang recommendation collapsed, at the bottom.

Back in my memory, back to the early morning of March 1, 2016, "Carrying the Goddess Emperor" was put on the shelves with 22,000 real data collections, and I was full of confidence at that time, because my subscription ratio had never collapsed.

Reality gave me a cruel knife, a collection of 22,000, and a first order of 263.

I almost thought the sky was falling.

If it is this subscription, I am afraid that the monthly manuscript fee will be less than 2,000, and I will not be able to live, let alone support my family.

For a whole month, I woke up more than once in a nightmare, my heart pounding, and my mind tossing and turning over and over that terrible situation.

But I can't be a eunuch, I can't be unfinished.

Every time I opened a new book, it meant that I had no income for at least three months, and I couldn't afford to run out of food.

I'm not a speed-streaming player, but I can only grit my teeth desperately and write the joyful story that brought me scars, nearly 10,000 words a day.

More than once I wanted to add another yard to myself, double open, double open.

Even if I know that if I double open this immersive way of writing, I may not be able to bear it psychologically, but I really have no choice.

Perhaps it was the heavens that opened my eyes, and just when I was at my most desperate, I received the most incredible help from two people.

The empress of the palace, Lu You, a gorgeous handsome guy.

There were many alliance leaders in the previous book, and later Fang Tai also became a million alliance, with a total of 15 alliance leaders, two grandmasters, four heads, four elders, ten Dharma protectors, and nearly a hundred hall masters.

But I can't deny that I still remember that day the most.

The sudden arrival of the two alliance leaders brought me an indescribable shock, and you may not be able to understand my ecstasy through the screen.

I almost cried.

Relying on the daily update of 10,000 words, the goddess emperor subscribed to 3258.31 in the first month, rewarded 2714.96, and paid a total of 5973.27.

I survived, I survived with my family.

With the support and help of many readers and editors, I took a book that was put on the shelves with 263 subscriptions to death, and wrote it to the end of the book with an average of 2650 subscriptions.

This is basically a miracle that has been very rare in the past ten years.

I don't brag about my so-called perseverance, as a book that has been pounced, it is abnormal to be able to get that reward in the last book.

I was really able to persevere, thanks to such an abnormal tip.

But I really don't want to repeat the same mistakes, and I don't want readers to tip like that.

I always say that no one's money is blown by the wind.

Every reward is real money.

Rewarding is love, genuine subscription is duty, I just hope to live with the support of everyone.

The money for the subscription, I got it right.

This time, I boldly tried the two-dimensional theme, and I also experienced all kinds of mental processes of opening high, walking low, turning over, and then falling back.

I underestimated the difficulty of the situation, and I overestimated my own strength.

I felt like I was in a predicament.

On the one hand, the more mature style of writing seems to be a bit unsuitable in the second dimension, and it has failed to be 100% recognized by young readers.

On the other hand, due to the classification of the second dimension, the urban theme readers who have worked hard for the past ten years will not choose to click on it at all.

On a big recommendation of more than a dozen books at the same time, I was at the bottom, the real meaning of the bottom, and the click was completely exploded to the point that the body was incomplete.

This is a dilemma that I have never encountered before, and I have told me ruthlessly, I am afraid that my vain attempt to step on two boats this time will end up unpleasant to both sides.

Fortunately, the strong push turned over slightly.

Strongly recommend that the reader's sensitivity to the subject matter is low, and there may be many readers who sigh when they see this paragraph, I'll go, your book is actually two-dimensional!

In short, after two whole years, a lot of days, not more than a day, and on March 1, I stood at a fork in the road of life with 32,000 collections.

A complete cycle of two years, I don't know if this is a coincidental reincarnation of fate, or a doom in the dark.

The same wee morning, the same day, the same anxious mood.

One thought of heaven, one thought of hell.

With nervousness and trepidation, I stood in front of the gate of time and space.

One step forward is the Void Nightmare, and no one knows what is hidden behind the door.

I don't know what awaits me next.

Is it a life-changing ladder?

Or is it another thousand arrows that fell from the sky piercing the heart?

I'm thirty years old.

I really can't bear that kind of heart-wrenching failure, and whenever I think about it, I still wake up from a nightmare.

I vaguely remember the cry in my own heart at that time, and I asked in despair at the readers who abandoned me in the 22,000 collections, "Where have you been?"

Is it really me who writes badly?

Is it that I can't tell stories?

Why did you have to stab me, throw me to the bottom of the cliff, and then let me climb up from 263?

No one knows how I gritted my teeth and persevered in that day by day, little by little in the process of climbing.

Whenever I mention it to people, they say, wow, you are so powerful, you can pull this up? It's a long time eunuch for another person!

I can only laugh miserably, if I had a choice, if I could do it all over again, I wouldn't want to do this kind of feat.

Okay, that's all for the testimonial.

I would like to thank the editor-in-chief of ACG Mung Bean and the editor-in-charge Wakaba for their great support and help and trust.

What can I do with subscriptions, I don't dare to make false claims.

I can only promise that no matter what, I will give you an unprecedented story with all my heart.

Well, those who can see this place will surely find out.

I'm not an ordinary daddy, nor am I an urban in the traditional sense.

What I write is always a story that belongs only to me, and to my readers.

I kindly ask readers, no matter where you come from, no matter where you see this book anywhere else, come and subscribe to me.

Please don't let my nightmare reappear, I really need your support.

It's on the shelves at twelve o'clock tonight, everyone, can you be with me?

Standing at thirty, dreams are immortal.

February 28, 2018, Book of Objects in the Fire.

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