It was an honor to write a book to one million words.
But unfortunately...
I felt more and more numb the longer I wrote.
And Cang Jian's mood had been getting worse and worse. Seeing so many harsh comments in the reviews made him angry easily.
Even though I knew they might leave after insulting it... even though I knew I wasn't writing for them, I still got angry.
Still, I want to thank oooo, Heihei, and Reader X for their tips when I was in a bad mood a couple of days ago.
This book currently had a little over 200 daily follow-up subscribers, maybe over 300 on a good day. Its average subscriptions looked like they were about to fall below 1,000.
The numbers were dropping, though not by much. Honestly, it had always been in this half-dead state...
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Writing brought in income, and of course Cang Jian hoped to earn more. I might still be young, but I wasn't that young anymore... I had to learn to make money and support a family.
This book had reached one million words, yet the editor had kept stringing me along. What recommendations? He'd done nothing but fool me, and in the end, I got nothing.
Among books from the same period with fewer words than mine, some got just two or three major recommendations and shot straight into premium status, while others became minor hits.
Only Cang Jian still had to endure this lonely, dull solitude, along with even greater confusion over whether I should keep writing.
I wouldn't say I was jealous, but I really did envy them.
To a large extent, I was somewhat disappointed with Qidian's ACG section.
Readers who had followed Cang Jian's books from the start probably understood a little. This book really