After chatting with his wife and children for about half an hour, the video ended. Sun Quan opened the document, looked at the outline of "The Last Wish of the Dead", and wanted to write a chapter. After all, there was still some time before the first-order results were released at 12 o'clock in the evening.

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But looking at the outline in the document, he found that there were many distracting thoughts in his mind.

It is impossible to calm down and immerse my thoughts in the world of novels as usual.

In such a state, it was impossible to write anything that satisfied him.

Concentration was the best state for him when writing a manuscript, but tonight he was sitting in front of the computer, looking at the outline in the document, but he couldn't find that state. The chaotic thoughts in his mind made it impossible for him to form them in his mind.

A paragraph of text required for a novel.

My thoughts drift here and there again.

I was wondering for a moment how many first orders could be made within 24 hours?

After a while, I thought about why my daughter likes to chew watermelon rind so much?

For a while, I thought about how the plot of this book would collapse if I continued to write like this. How would the subscriptions to this book collapse? What would happen to the people inside and outside the circle?

Taunting me?

etc.

His reason told him that he shouldn't think about these messy things, and that the best thing to do was to do the things in front of him. However, reason sometimes didn't play a role, and the distracting thoughts in his mind were still wild and wanton.

.

So, he simply got up and left the computer, went to the gym next door, put on his big pants, put on his boxing gloves, and punched and kicked the sandbag in front of him.

I was already unfamiliar with the Sanda I learned at the Sanda Society in college, but after punching and kicking sandbags for a while, I regained some of my original memories.

After practicing like this for more than half an hour, he was covered in stinky sweat. His eyes looked a little tired. He walked heavily to the bench next to him and sat down. He picked up a dry towel and wiped the sweat on his forehead.

...It was as if the water that had entered his brain drained out. The fatigue of his muscles and bones made most of the messy thoughts in his brain disappear.

He supported his knees with both hands and squinted at the sandbags not far away. The corners of his mouth suddenly raised slightly, revealing a self-deprecating smile.

Today's life is something he could never imagine before.

With a net worth of hundreds of millions, he is rich and famous, his career is in full swing, his writing has reached a peak that he never dared to imagine before, and he has a happy family, with a beautiful and intelligent wife, a lovely and lively daughter, and his parents are still in good health.

good.

This kind of life often makes him feel unreal.

Like a dream.

Sometimes I even dream that when I wake up, I am still in my thirties, still accomplishing nothing and running into the street with nothing.

But every time I wake up from the dream, I find that my life is really different.

In just a few years, he had everything he wanted to have.

Life gave him more than he asked for.

Of course he is afraid that one day he will lose everything in front of him, so he often worries about gains and losses. This worry about gains and losses can sometimes motivate him to forge ahead and continue to work hard, just like the book he recently wrote, "The Last Wish of the Dead."

It stands to reason that when he wrote this book, he was no longer short of money or fame. There was no need to write any more novels. He could just enjoy life to the fullest and enjoy the splendor of the world. Wouldn't it be nice?

Thinking about it at this time, maybe it is because I am subconsciously afraid of losing everything, so I dare not relax and work hard, right?

Thinking of this, he smiled again.

He lowered his head slightly and looked at the wooden floor in front of him without blinking for a long time. Another smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The road is at your feet.

As long as you take every step in front of you, there is no need to worry about the future.

If one day someone like me really loses everything, it can only be said to be God’s will. Just have a clear conscience and no regrets.

The thoughts in my heart slowly became firmer.

He slowly raised his head, his expression calmed down, stood up and walked out of the gym with casual steps, and went downstairs to take a shower.

When he returned to the computer in the study, he was already refreshed, his eyes were bright and alert, and he had a composure beyond his age.

After looking at the outline on the computer for a while, he found the situation and started typing.

After more than an hour, a chapter was successfully completed.

He doesn't know how other Internet writers live their daily lives after they become famous.

Are you like him, still trying to find the code word state every day? Will you feel anxious and hesitant when you can't find the code word state?

He just thinks that he is in a good state. After becoming famous, does he have to spend a lot of time and alcohol to prove that making money is meaningful?

As a human being, wouldn't it be good to live a more pure and down-to-earth life?

Before being reborn, he liked to find some idols to inspire himself.

For example: Sometimes, when he doesn't know how to write a plot, he will imagine in his mind how they would write such a plot if he were a tomato, Chen Dong, or the Third Young Master?

Don't tell me, every time I think about it, it's really useful.

But now, at this time, he feels that he no longer needs to use anyone to inspire him, nor does he need to look for any idols, I am who I am! I am Sun Quan, I just be myself, and I will not imitate anyone else.

Lighting a cigar, he refreshed the author's background.

It was already past 10 o'clock in the night, and he saw that the number of subscriptions for the first 10 paid chapters of "The Last Wish of the Dead" had grown to more than 39,000.

The number of subscribers to the first paid chapter is as high as 39,964.

It's about to break 40,000.

It was still more than an hour before 12 o'clock. He believed that it would definitely break through 40,000 by then. There was no reason why it couldn't increase dozens of subscriptions in more than an hour.

Unless the Qidian website suddenly crashes at this time.

"More than 40,000..."

Reciting this number softly, he narrowed his eyes, a sense of arrogance rose from the bottom of his heart, and a sentence flashed in his mind - I am the peak of the mountain...

He determined that the 24-hour first order data of this book definitely broke the subscription record of Qidian, and even all online articles on the entire Internet.

And it is likely to more than double the original record.

He knew that his book could set such a record not only because of the quality of his book, but also because of the popularity boost brought by the several popular variety shows he had produced in the previous period.

To put it simply, his current popularity is not only due to readers of online articles. Among the more than 40,000 subscribers this time, many of them must have been contributed by people who did not read online articles.

As an online writer, he is out of the circle.

He was known to tens of thousands of people outside the circle, and when he opened this new book, it naturally attracted many people outside the circle to read it.

And this is the power of being out of the circle!

But, even so, so what?

At least he knows that every data in this book is real. He did not swipe it. The number of subscribers that is about to exceed 40,000 today is also real.

So, why can’t we be proud?

After smoking a cigar, he reluctantly suppressed the arrogance in his heart. This was his reason. It felt good to have arrogance in his heart, and he enjoyed it, but he knew that if he kept this arrogance in his heart, he would

It's time to go downhill.

Pride...will lead to complacency, and complacency...will always lead to setbacks.

After suppressing the arrogance in his heart, he logged into QQ.

He believed that many people would send him private messages tonight.

Sure enough, as soon as I logged in to QQ, the beeping sound kept ringing, and the QQ avatar also kept beating.

He clicked his QQ avatar dozens of times, and a bunch of private message chat boxes popped up on the computer screen.

Sky Fairy: "Old Sun, how much is the initial order?"

Aiming at Jianghu: "Old Sun! Come to the group to pick up the guests!"

Zhizai Jianghu: "Huh? Where is the person? Come to pick up the guests!"

Zhi Zai Jiang Hu: "Not online? Isn't it? You are not online tonight, why did you go? Don't tell me that you can still calm down and write words tonight?"

Wuzhanghai Gulu: "Old Sun, has your book been published? Is it published in simplified Chinese? Where can I buy it? I want to buy a copy for my collection, hehe."

Yuan laughed: "Hello, Lao Sun, I am also an author and a fan of your books. I recently wrote a new book. Can you give me a chapter recommendation? Hehe."

Subspace: "I heard that if I send you a private message, you will reply. Well, I just want to give it a try, haha..."

Chen Dong: "Salted fish! How much is the first order?"

Tomato: "Old Sun, I'm curious, how many titles of your new book have you ordered?"

Pig Intestine: "How many tens of thousands are there for the first order? No more updates?"

Lucky Xiao Tang: "Boss, are there any updates tonight?"

Dayu: "Abnormal! How much is the initial order? Report to me!"

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To be continued...