Chapter 331: Uploading Announcement! It

Uploading Announcement! It’s finally here!

Fries here with a grand announcement!

Tomorrow, Friday at noon sharp, we go live!

Actually, the idea for this book came in June, and in July I successfully passed my draft under my boss—Ziliang.

He asked me when I’d start publishing.

I said next week, I’ll write some backup chapters.

Then I went to work.

Time fast-forwards to mid-September.

I suddenly remembered I’d passed a draft, opened my dusty Author Assistant, and found nothing but a beginning and the title, plus some paper from Lu State and leaves from Jin State.

Backup chapters? What backup chapters?

So I nervously, slightly kidney-deficient, went to Ziliang and told him I’d start after Mid-Autumn Festival—better to start early and die early.

My boss replied verbatim: “I have no memory of this book.”

Mine, okay.

I stored two months of drafts, stored kidney deficiency, stored sadness, stored an empty wallet—everything but the word count.

Before launching, I asked him to bless me.

He said he wished me luck in barely surviving.

I said no.

You say, “You’re writing something that’s a fucking...”

Okay, after getting the White Rose exclusive enhancement, this book was born, slammed straight into Suspense, and saw the entire New Book List flooded with mysterious revivals.

Me: “Playing fuckery? Might as well die!”

Luckily, with everyone’s help, I barely climbed to second place on the Suspense New Book list. That guy above me? I can’t beat him—he’s the true light reviving Suspense. I’m just a dirty little fun thing.

Many brothers kept saying this logic doesn’t work, that character is too stupid, what the fuck are you even writing?

Still the same thing—I’m no detective, and I can’t deliver flawless logic, or I’d have written detective novels and become the second Arthur Conan Doyle long ago.

I just can’t do it!

Besides, I wrote this for people who read novels while slacking off at work or relaxing after hours, or just killing time.

A little fun beats nitpicking words—let folks empty their minds, laugh out loud at a joke.

That’s enough.

My goal is achieved.

At least, I brought joy.

Think hard! How long has it been since you genuinely laughed in real life?

If it’s been over a week!

Then right now! Immediately! Go stand in front of a mirror and smile! Look at your own smile! That’s your most handsome, beautiful self!

Don’t forget why you live.

The thin line between surviving and living.

Is joy.

Okay, I’ve wandered off—let’s talk about the current issue: the beloved extra-chapter event.

First, tomorrow should be four or five updates!

Depends on how much I slack off at work, but four is no problem. Remember: working hard for your salary is earned. But slacking off and still getting paid? That’s real profit!

Second, five hundred initial subscriptions is victory! (Goal)

Every additional hundred subscriptions beyond that adds one extra update. If I can’t finish it the same day, I’ll make it up in the following days—I’ll never delay!

Finally, starting in November, I’ll guarantee at least three updates daily, sometimes four or five in explosive bursts.

Because I’m not human anymore! JOJO!

What does my boss at work think? He has no opinion—at least I haven’t heard any.

If he has an issue, let him talk to Boss Lao on the helicopter—he probably won’t care either.

I’ll definitely bring more fun, more spectacle!

There’ll be even more fun for everyone ahead! More dramatic moments!

That’s all—from 18-year-old new author Fries.

Don’t ask me what life is for!

It’s to go to the dock and get some fries!

To get some fries at the dock!