I've been writing books for ten years and no one cares.
His wife thought he was a coward, his mother-in-law scolded him for being worthless, and his brother-in-law drove a new car to the Baozi shop and taunted him: "Can you write a BMW if you write a novel?" Chen Shouzheng silently glanced at his mobile phone - 9.2 Million was credited to his bank card, and the film and television rights for the novel were sold. He signed the divorce agreement, left home, and moved into a rental house with a monthly rent of 600 yuan, carrying a broken cardboard box. The ex-wife's family didn't know that the "waste" who got up at four o'clock every day to help knead dough was the literary award winner Qingshan. After ten years of writing, he became a god in one day. His book was made into a movie with a box office of over 1 billion, and the rural library he built lit up the entire mountain. When the first child from Qingshui Village to be admitted to Kyoto University stood in front of him, the silence that had been stepped into the mud finally echoed. It's not a revenge novel, it's a person who walks with his head down and finally looks up to see his own light.
