Rebirth is very troublesome

I have gone through four or five drafts of this book so far, and many of the contents in the front and middle look a bit awkward and uncoordinated.

The opening paragraph alone was criticized by later readers. Talking about starting a business by buying lottery tickets was simply an insult to the readers’ intelligence.

I don’t fucking want to either
The originally designed plot was quite reasonable. The protagonist was engaged in the medical device industry. When the special incident broke out in 03, pharmaceutical companies in many places paid 1.8-2.2 yuan for masks. However, before that, many medical device companies paid - yuan for masks. The person who gave it away didn't care at all.

So the protagonist spent about 10 yuan to stock up on masks in advance, and then sold them to pharmaceutical companies at market prices, earning his first pot of gold.

Then came the changes. You must know that it was really recommended at that time, and suddenly the book was closed. It took just two days to find a reasonable way to change it. It was still in 03.

You know, at that time, more than two million words had been written on the main framework, so you can’t just start over, right?

The same happened later. Anyway, for a period of time, I was exhausted mentally and physically.

Editing within a large framework is equivalent to dancing with shackles, so some content becomes ugly.

Originally, that period lasted for 6-7 months, and the author kept updating more than 28 words every month. The author was also working very hard, but was suddenly interrupted, and his anger dissipated a lot. Plus the end of the year, the author's job I got very busy at work, which caused me to feel a bit stretched at the end of this book.

Many old readers who have followed the book have commented.

I would like to say sorry here. I feel that the people I feel most sorry for are the readers who are reading and reading.

Although there are few comments, I have been following it and silently supporting it. However, the author himself has deteriorated the quality of the article due to various emotions. No matter what the reason, it is wrong.

So the readers are the ones I feel most sorry for.

Some readers suggested that I can continue writing. Indeed, according to the timeline, it is only 2015. If I write slowly, I can still write one to two million words.

But I don’t think we should treat readers with this attitude.

The writing is brilliant and urges the author to write more. That is an honor.

It's a shame that the rubbish you wrote continues to sink in.

So I plan to finish this book and give back to readers who like to read my books with new books of higher quality.

Through the accumulation of more than three million words of writing, the author himself feels that his writing skills have improved.

I used to write 2500 words, but I revised it and it became 3000 words.

Now I have written 3500 words. I will revise it and make it 3000 words.

If it is not necessary, it is better to reduce than to increase.

This should be my growth.

I hope that everyone will see a faster pace, more concise language, and a more perfect framework in my book "Rebirth, Returning to a Small County to Become a Rich Family".

It also corrected a problem that was criticized by everyone in the old book.

The main character is too weak and annoying.

Worrying about this, worrying about that. Anyway, it’s just frustrating.

The new book has changed all these things, which can be considered a kind of growth.

"Rebirth Special Trouble", which was originally ordered for 190, has been written all the way to high quality, but I think that was a fluke.

Now the new book "Rebirth, Returning to a Small County Town to Become a Rich Family", the first order is 1440, which is the encouragement from old readers and the recognition of the growth of my writing ability from new readers.

I hope that through the practice of the new book, my writing skills will gradually increase.

After all, the author still has a dream that he hopes will come true in a few years.

I’m so long-winded. Please forgive me for venting my emotions for a moment.
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Dividing line
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Finale chapter:

"Daddy, daddy"

With the childish voice in his ears, Wang Yu opened his eyes drowsily.

"?"

where is this place?
Shouldn’t I settle in HK?

Why is the surrounding environment so familiar? A strange familiarity.

Sitting up from the bed, Wang Yu was stunned when he saw his son beside the bed.

"Wang Zilin?"

Isn't this his and Dai Rong's child?

And this room, shouldn't it be the bedroom in my hometown in the country?

Suddenly, two memories collided in his mind, causing his vision to go dark. Wang Yu staggered up and walked to the balcony with bare feet.

Everything is so familiar yet so strange.

"Wang Yu, help me take out the flower scissors from the house."

The farmland downstairs had been transformed by Dai Rong into a small garden and fruit trees, leaving only three small depressions for growing vegetables out of eight percent of the land.

It turns out that wealth is just a dream after all.
Wang Yu smiled bitterly.

Gradually, the bitter smile turned into laughter.

So interesting
Wei Yutong, Qin Shiyu, Bai Jieru, Guo Yuan... vivid faces flashed before his eyes.

When I woke up one afternoon, it was all gone.

"Wang Yu."

"I'm coming!"

Wang Yu picked up his son who was holding his trousers by his side, turned around and walked back to the room.

Put on your pants, put on your slippers, and quickly go downstairs.

"Son, go pick some tomatoes. Dad will make molasses tomatoes for you to eat tonight."

"Oh, there are molasses tomatoes to eat."

Wang Zilin ran out happily. Because of his dental problems, Dai Rong had been restricting him from eating sweet foods. Wang Yu made such a promise, so of course he was happy.

After finding the big flower scissors and carrying a circle of plastic water pipes, Wang Yu followed him out.

In the farmland, Dai Rong took the flower shears and pruned the leaves.

Wang Yu connected the water pipe to the faucet and helped water the fruit trees.

Wang Zilin was looking for red tomatoes with a small basket, very happy.

What a beautiful picture?
Also good
"Wang Yu, why are you so stunned?"

Dai Rong's voice came: "I have poured water on myself."

"Oh oh oh"

Wang Yu laughed, and then deliberately turned a shower head to pour water on Dai Rong.

After a while, two adults were chasing and laughing under the fruit tree.

"Stop running, cell phone, your cell phone is ringing."

Dai Rong stopped and pointed at Wang Yu's trouser pocket: "I didn't lie to you, I really heard the ringtone."

"My hands are wet, please help me pick them up."

Wang Yu also heard it, stood still, and gestured to Dai Rong with his hands and face: "It's all water."

"I did it myself, who is to blame?"

Dai Rong scolded him, but with a smile on his lips: "How old is he, but he is still like a child."

As he spoke, he took off the towel from his neck to wipe the sweat and handed it to Wang Yu to wipe his hands.

At the same time, he helped take out a certain mobile phone from Wang Yu's pocket: "Answer it yourself."

Wang Yu smiled, opened the phone, and answered the call.

"Hello, I am Wang Yu."

It was an unfamiliar number, so Wang Yu asked: "Who are you?"

His number has not changed since that time in Shanghai, and he has used it for almost twenty years.

There was silence on the other side of the phone.

Slowly, there was the sound of heavy breathing.

"?"

Wang Yu frowned: "Who are you?"

"Wang Yu, I am Wei Yutong!"
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The end of the play - (End of this chapter)