I Started with 100 Million and Donated it All

This should be the last novel I read before joining the army. Bless me.

If you win the lottery, you can just go to the sports lottery center to claim your prize. Why should you show it to the shop owner? No need, just go there by yourself.

How can I put it, the subject matter of this book is very good, but the writing is a bit useless. However, the author is a new author after all. I would like to give you some encouragement. I suggest the author not to make the plot too fast, and be careful not to overestimate the number of words. After all, you are a new author. It is not easy to give four stars.

Reading this book made me feel very comfortable and relaxed! Brothers, let me show you something good! Hey hey hey (ºº )

I just ask you if you love me, A bunch of old perverts

What songs, movies, and plots do you want to see in this book? You comment and I will write.

I just came out of prison. In 2007, I was in a bar. Someone at the table across from me whistled at her and invited her to drink with me. I drank too much, so I pulled out the dagger I brought with me and stabbed me. It lasted fifteen years. I remember that when I entered, the street was still praying to Buddha, and the lonely sandbank was cold and so on. It's been fifteen years, things have changed. She came to see me once last year and told me she was getting married. I didn't tell her about the commutation of her sentence. After a brief chat, I turned around and left. In the past 15 years, I have farmed, raised pigs and made clothes. My heart has long been calm. After I came out, I went to see her downstairs once. She was very happy and I was very happy. It's time for me to think about my life. I had a dream last night. The problem was that 15 years ago, I was on a familiar street. , A familiar scene, but I just couldn't find a familiar person. I woke up crying in the dream. I can't go back to the past. What's left now is just nostalgia. I'm almost 30 and suddenly feel confused. I often can't sleep at night. I sit on the road, drinking wine and smoking alone, not knowing what to do next. The night before her wedding, I secretly came downstairs to her house and looked at the happy words posted on the window of her door. The lights in the house were also on. I didn't dare to disturb her, so I squatted downstairs in her house and smoked one cigarette after another. Soon it was daybreak, and I heard the sound of car horns and firecrackers in the distance. I knew that the wedding car was coming to pick her up. She was going to be someone else's bride today. She looked very beautiful today. I watched her get into the wedding car. The firecrackers went off and the car drove away. I was still following behind the convoy when suddenly the phone rang. It was her. Don't send the text message I sent, I will be yours in the next life, okay? Forget me, I cried heartbreakingly that day. Not long after, her best friend told me that she saw me squatting downstairs and smoking non-stop that day. She also cried and stayed up all night. I have no regrets. Whether I succeed or fail, everything will be in vain when I turn around. Life or death, life is only a hundred years, so why should I be obsessed with a result. The only thing I want to do now is to go home and charge my phone. The phone is out of battery and I can't continue editing.

The quality is good, it has a sense of rhythm, and there are also hidden writings. It makes you want to read more.

I haven't watched them all, but I still like them

I'm speechless. If I'm directing a movie, do I need dozens of photos like this? Do you think that readers like us have too much book money, so we just have to raise the number of words, so we can't just write a few chapters and write them off in one go?