The Lucky Value of the City is 99999

Time flies, time flies.

The four Tang monks who went to the West to collect scriptures, cough, cough, told the wrong story.

It's going to be on the shelves, to be honest, it feels pretty fast. (Reader: Quick? I really want to find something?)

This book is about to be put on the shelves. Along the way, it has been ups and downs, suffered some bitterness, endured abuse from some foreign readers every day, tried to come up with novel plots every day, and still have a lot of things to do every day.

Looking at the computer every day, my eyes are nearsighted, and there are some flowers. To be honest, I am very worried that presbyopia will appear in the future, then KO.

On the computer table are packs of cheap cigarettes for a few dollars, one after another.

In order to make a living, I have to go out to work, not to mention the wind and the rain, but it’s almost the same.

The wasted years have grown bigger in a blink of an eye. I can see my father smoking a cigarette and sitting alone in the living room every day at two or three in the morning, and I can see my mother getting up early and getting up early and getting dark, and her hair is almost gray.

When you smoke, people become sad.

Who didn't say a word when he was a child that when he grew up, he wanted his parents to live in a big house, so he didn't have to worry about it. In the second half of his life, he played cards, chatted, basked in the sun at noon, and talked to the neighbors about who and how.

After returning home in the evening, I ate a hot meal and watched some favorite dramas and anti-Japanese films. I was happy.

But now, all I see is my father, thinking about the huge cost of my sister's college education.

Looking at my mother, my head will grow white hair. As the eldest son in the family, every time it is late at night, I can only smoke a cigarette, but I can't say anything.

It's a real disadvantage if you haven't read a book. No one wants to go anywhere. If you want to work hard and make progress, the society is realistic.

Look at other people, boyfriends and girlfriends, together in groups, holding hands, look at yourself, now they are all one, alas!

People are not too young, except for the self-supporting middle school who got full marks in Chinese and composition, there is nothing worth showing off, if you have to say it, it is handsome!

It's about to be put on the shelves, and it means that the results of the test book are coming.

The quality of a book does not depend on how many readers leave messages every day, how many readers give you flowers every day, how many readers collect it every day, but whether he is willing to pay to read your novels.

If you think the food is delicious and you spend money on it, then this thing has value.

If you don't think it tastes good and you don't want to spend money, then this thing has no value.

The same is true of novels. You spend money if you look good, and you don’t spend money if you don’t look good. The same is true for making tea.

The same is true of the website. My grades are not good. The website will not give any recommendation or give you any possibility of being motivated.

If my grades are good, the website will be strongly promoted. This is a very realistic thing.

Bubble tea is updated every day, from the first day of seven, then ten, five, eight, five, five, never less than 1.5 words in a single day, and an average of [-]W words are updated every day.

You can check carefully.

Bubbling tea is not a great god. It can’t be done once a day. Bubbling tea also knows that opportunities are often around us. It’s not that you haven’t encountered it, but you are not sure.

So Bubble Tea knows that he has no talent, only hard work!

Only by showing a positive and diligent attitude, in the face of the vast number of readers, will everyone cheer.

[-] words are on the shelves. In Feilu, it is not the highest, and it will definitely not be low.

I pray for everyone to subscribe and support, so that I can tell my father about making tea. From now on, I will choose the beam of the family.

I want to see my father rest early every day and my mother not to work so hard. I want to see my family proud of me.

I want to tell my friends and tell them that my career choice is not wrong, I didn't go to any top university, but some readers are willing to pay for what I write!I have a group of people who support me.

Writing a book is very tiring, especially with a [-]-word job a day, racking my brains, making tea is not a big problem now, but sooner or later something will go wrong, and I can only use my youth to fight hard!

In the book, the protagonist Xiao Chen's mantra is "The next moment is to witness the miracle."

And I want to see a miracle tomorrow!

Brothers and sisters, can you make bubble tea see a miracle?

The guarantee of making tea is that on the first day, the [-]th watch, the [-]th watch in the morning, and the rest of the day will be finished. At the same time, after that, there will be a minimum of [-] watchdogs every day.

Thank you again for making tea!

We'll see you at twelve tonight!

Chapter [-]: A Miracle Appears [Chapter [-], please subscribe automatically]

Everyone is desperate!Also very depressed.

It's okay to encounter an air accident on a plane, but also to meet a fool.

No one took Xiao Chen's words to heart. After crying and making trouble, many people could only accept the facts and start writing their last words.

Only Xiao Chen was a little depressed, but also, after the air disaster broke out, very few people could survive, and they still had to be in a special area, unless there was an ocean below, otherwise, they would definitely die.

However, the following is not the ocean, and now the captain is crazy to drive the plane to the ocean~ area.

Xiao Chen touched his nose, but everyone ignored him, and at this time the live broadcast system had also been activated.

"Hey! Xiao Shen, are you on the plane?"

"Shen Xiao has started the live broadcast again, everyone hurry up."

"Come fast."

"Come and have a look."