Hoarding Goods in the Apocalypse: Labor and Management Start to Provoke Gangs

I am so annoyed, so annoyed, so annoyed, so annoyed, so annoyed. The first five chapters of this book have been revised ten times. Every time I write the fifth chapter, I am not satisfied with the previous ones. Every time I overturn it and rewrite it again. Why do I have to write this book so badly? Why do I have to rewrite 300,000 words? Why can't this book be deleted? So irritable! Don't look at it, don't look at it, don't look at it, don't look at it, don't look at it, I'm still revising the article, and when I finish revising it, I will revise the introduction, my God! It's so hard to change!