After chatting with my wife and children for about half an hour, the video ended. Sun Quan opened the document and looked at the outline of "The Undead" and wanted to write a manuscript. After all, there was still some time before the first grade was released at 12 o'clock in the evening.

But looking at the outline in the document, he found that he had many distractions in his mind.

I can't calm down as I used to and immerse my thoughts in the world of novels.

In this state, he could not write any words that satisfies him.

Concentrating on his mind is the best state for him when writing, but tonight he sat in front of the computer and looked at the outline in the document, but he could not find that state. The chaotic distractions in his mind made him unable to form the text needed for the novel in his mind.

My thoughts float here for a while, and then there again.

After a while, I wondered how much can I get for the first order in 24 hours?

After a while, I wondered why my daughter likes to chew watermelon peel so much?

After a while, I thought about what would the plot of this book collapse if my typing was like this next time? What would the subscription of this book collapse? How would those people inside and outside the circle mock me?

etc.

His reason told him that he should not think about these messy things, and doing the things in front of him is the most important thing. However, reason sometimes does not work, and the distracting thoughts in his mind are still as distracted as he is, wild and free.

So he simply got up and left the computer, went to the gym next door, changed into big shorts, put on fists, and punched and kicked the sandbag in front of him.

When I was in college, Sanda was already unfamiliar with it, but after punching and kicking the sandbag, I found a little memory of it.

After practicing like this for half an hour, he was sweating all over. His eyes were a little tired. He walked heavily to the rest bench next to him and sat down. He picked up a dry towel and wiped the sweat on his forehead. His sweat was like water flowing out from his mind. The fatigue of his muscles and muscles made most of the messy thoughts in his mind disappear.

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

Today's life was something he could not imagine before.

With a net worth of over 100 million, he is rich and famous, his career is developing in full swing, his writing has reached a peak that he never dared to think about before, his family is also happy, he has a beautiful and intelligent wife, and his lovely and lively daughter, and his parents are in good health.

Such a 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 having nothing to die.

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

In just a few years, he has everything he wants to have.

Life gave him more than he wanted.

Of course, he was afraid that one day he would lose everything in front of him, so he was often worried about gains and losses. This anxiety sometimes prompted him to strive forward and continue to work hard, just like the book "The Last Wish of the Dead" he wrote recently.

Logically speaking, when he opened this book, he was no longer short of money or fame, so there was no need to write novels at all. He just enjoyed life and enjoyed the excitement of this world. Isn’t it delicious?

Thinking about it now, maybe it was because I was subconsciously afraid of losing all this, so I didn’t dare to relax and work hard, right?

Thinking of this, he smiled again.

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

The road is at your feet.

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

If one day I, Mr. Sun, really lose all this, it can only be said to be God's will. I have a clear conscience and no regrets.

The thoughts in my heart gradually become firmer.

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

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

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

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

He didn't know how other online writers lived their lives every day after they became famous.

Is it like him who still struggles to find the state of typing every day? Will he be confused and anxious when he cannot find the state of typing?

He just felt that he was in such a good state. After he succeeded, did he have to spend money? He could prove that it was meaningful to make money?

Isn’t it good to live purer and more down-to-earth in life?

Before he was reborn, he liked to find some idols for himself to motivate himself.

For example: Sometimes, when he didn't know how to write a plot, he would imagine in his mind how if he was tomato, Chen Dong, or the third young master, how would they write such a plot?

Don't say, it's really useful every time I think about it like this.

But now, at this moment, he felt that he no longer had to use anyone to motivate himself, nor had he ever had to look for any idols, I am me! I am Sun Quan, I am only myself, and I will not learn from anyone anymore.

After ticking a cigar, he refreshed the author's backstage.

It was already past 10 o'clock in the evening, and he saw that the subscription number for the paid chapters in the first 10 chapters of "The Undead" had become more than 39,000.

The number of subscribers to the paid chapter in Chapter 1 is as high as 39,964.

It's about to exceed 40,000.

At this time, there is more than an hour before 12 o'clock. He believes that it will be stable after exceeding 40,000 by then. There is no reason that dozens of subscriptions will not increase in more than an hour.

Unless Qidian website suddenly collapses at this time.

“More than 40,000…”

He whispered this number, his eyes narrowed, a sense of arrogance rose from his heart, and a sentence flashed through his mind - I am the peak of climbing the top of the mountain...

He confirmed that the 24-hour first subscription data of this book definitely broke the entire starting point and even the subscription record of all online articles on the entire network.

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

He knew that his book could create such a record not only because of the quality of his book, but also because of the popularity bonus he brought about by the popular variety shows he had produced during that period.

Simply put, his current popularity is not only due to online readers. Among the more than 40,000 subscribers this time, there must be many who did not read online literature.

As an online writer, Mr. Sun has become popular.

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

And this is the power of becoming famous!

But, even so, what?

At least he knew that any data in this book was real, and he did not brush it. Today, the number of subscribers that were about to exceed 40,000 is all real.

So, why not be proud?

After smoking a cigar, he barely suppressed the arrogance in his heart. This was his reason. It was a pleasure to have arrogance in his heart, and he enjoyed it very much, but he knew that if he had this arrogance in his heart, he would have gone downhill.

Pride... will surely be complacent, and complacent... will always make people fall back.

He only entered QQ after pressing down the arrogance in his heart.

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

Sure enough, as soon as QQ was on board, the beeping prompt sound kept ringing, and the avatar was also jumping.

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

Sky Fairy: "Old Sun, how much did you order your first order?"

Aspiring to the world: "Old Sun! Come to the group to pick up customers!"

Ambition to the world: "Huh? Where is the person? Come and pick up customers!"

Ambition to the world: "Not online? No, right? If you are not online tonight, why are you doing? Don't tell me that you can still calm down tonight?"

Wuzhanghai Hulu: "Lao Sun, your book has been published? Is there any simplified Chinese? Where can I buy it? I want to buy a book for collection, hehe."

Yuan smiled: "Hello Lao Sun, I am also an author. I am your book fan. I recently wrote a new book. Can you give me a chapter to push? Hehe."

Asia Space: "I heard that if I send you a private message, you will reply, um, I just want to try it, haha..."

Chen Dong: "Salted fish! How many first orders have you ordered?"

Tomato: "Lao Sun, I'm curious, how many new book have you ordered?"

Pig Xiaoyan: "Is the first order tens of thousands? Don't you add more updates?"

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

Dayu: "Abnormal! How much did you order for the first time? Report it to me!"

...

After a variety of private messages, Sun Quan replied one by one with a smile, and then he felt like he was eating Xuanmai - he couldn't stop at all.

When he sent out the message he replied to here, when he replied to another person, someone in front who was replied to by him could give him a reply at any time.

In order to take care of his comrades in his book fan group, he took the time to go to a few book fan groups to have a blister, and then there were more and more sweat beads on his forehead.

Because his typing and replying alone could not keep up with the speed of so many people's speeches. He typing the computer keyboard was clattered. He had already shown a hand speed comparable to being single for 30 years, but it was still far from that, and could not respond to everyone's questions at all.

Time just passes by little by little.

Quietly approaching 12 o'clock.

At 11:46, his editor-in-chief Hairfish actually sent a private message.
To be continued...