Brothers are very concerned about it. There are many posts in the book review area asking about it, so I will talk about it here. Last night the book collection exceeded 100,000, and this morning the number of orders exceeded 3,000. It is estimated that there will be premium badges next Monday.
You should be happy about this kind of thing, but you can't be happy about it. Instead, you feel a little bitter in your heart.
At the beginning of the month, the new version launched a monthly ticket red envelope activity. I originally planned to invest a few thousand yuan to try it, but after starting it, I was like a gambler who got mad at gambling in a casino. There was no way to stop. I started with one thousand or two thousand yuan. Then I recharged it, then I recharged it by hundreds or hundreds, and then I recharged it by two hundred or one hundred.
As soon as I see that the red envelope has been collected, I immediately continue to top up and send out red envelopes in a numb manner, not daring to think about how much money I have recharged, nor what the outcome will be. After all the money in Alipay Huabei was used up, the money in Yu'e Bao was withdrawn. After seven days, when the settlement was completed, it was discovered that the two accounts had been recharged to a total of 17,455 yuan, all of which had been paid out. .
The sixth place in the monthly ticket list finally resulted in an average order of 3,000 today.
This month's royalties are definitely not enough to cover the debt. Such a large investment means that Lao Mo has not earned a penny from the words he has worked so hard to type out for a whole month, just to bet on an unclear future.
What the future will hold, I don’t know.
I wonder if it will be like the original "Mockery", where the royalties earned can't even cover the money invested. It's quite ironic that I spent several months writing in vain and still paid thousands of dollars to go into it.
These days I always wake up inexplicably when sleeping, regretting my impulse at the beginning of the month, worrying that the bamboo basket will be empty, and when I wake up during the day, I scold myself that I shouldn't regret what I have done, forcing myself to calm down and code.
Lao Mo has been writing books for nearly nine years and has achieved nothing. Now he is getting older and his health is not good. He is afraid that his kidney failure will continue to worsen and one day he will no longer be able to continue typing. His desire to get ahead is stronger than ever. This book is also my last gamble, and I want to bet all my fortune on it.
Lao Mo is a person with a very weird personality. He has a very high IQ, reaching over 140, but his EQ is extremely low. He has no friends in real life (don’t believe it, he really doesn’t have any friends). I couldn't control my emotions when I was angry, and had an extremely bad temper. I had bad relations with my colleagues when I was working, and I was kicked out of several places I went to.
My wife often tells me that no one else can tolerate my bad temper and no one wants to live with me except her.
She's right.
Nowadays, I have no friends among writers. In the eyes of other writers, I am just a clown, an alternative, and a very annoying person. Every time I am mentioned, I get all kinds of bad words and insults. .
But I'm fine with that.
Because I have been a failure in my entire life. There are many people who hate me, and I don’t care how many more people there are.
I just continue my struggle. I want to make money by writing, I want to make a lot of money, and I want to go home in glory and tell my parents in their seventies that your son is not a mess and has accomplished nothing as you imagined. I want to drive a luxury car to my mother-in-law's house in glory, and throw a red envelope worth tens of thousands of dollars to each of the gossiping relatives, so that the father-in-law and mother-in-law will no longer feel uncomfortable when talking about the man their daughter married. shame.
That was a dream, a dream that would never come true.
But I am still struggling for this dream. Maybe these struggles are in vain. Maybe until the day I die, I will not be able to get ahead and have the scenery I want.
But I'm still struggling.
As long as I don't die, I will continue to struggle.
Thanks to your company over the years, I have been able to persevere. Even if the whole world has given up on me, you are still like my wife, staying by my side and tolerating my irritability and nagging. Tolerating my irresponsibility, tolerating my fragility, and tolerating all my shortcomings has always given me encouragement and support, allowing me to continue struggling and dreaming to this day.
thank you!
… (To be continued~^~)