As usual, here was a little wrap-up.
Writing this volume highlighted the shortcomings in my writing skills.
I wanted to follow in the footsteps of the great Z and write astonishingly brilliant strategists, but my own ability fell short, so I could only wrap things up hastily.
Also, because work had been especially busy over the past two months,
there had been fewer updates,
and I was very sorry!
That was the frustration of writing part-time. There was no way around it.
I had considered quitting my civil service job, but everyone in my family was strongly against it.
It wasn't that I couldn't make my own decisions.
It was just that everyone made very good points, and I hadn't made up my own mind either. More often than not, it was just me venting about being so exhausted.
Still, with no particularly outstanding results from my writing yet, quitting would have been too much of a stretch.
Perhaps only after writing a book with ten thousand subscribers would Bing Huo be brave enough to quit and live the free life of a writer.
From here on, Bing Huo would keep updating steadily until the book was finished.
I had been thinking about the plot to come all along.
The outline I settled on at the start had been revised again and again as I wrote,
and by this point, the story had strayed somewhat from it.
I had planted some new plot threads and abandoned some old ones.
In short, the book was nearing its end.
There were probably one or two volumes left.
As for the exact plot, please give me time to think it through carefully again, to present this story in full and give Shen Jin, Li Moxiao, Shang Qian, Yang Ao, Sun Can, Zhu Dan,