Old Hong Kong Stories

When you write about indigenous people, your readership is inherently smaller than that of time travelers.

It's well-written, but it's tiring to read and I almost don't feel anything.

Having read the latest chapter, 79, I can say that aside from the idea of ​​holding an Asian film festival in this day and age being a bit unrealistic, everything else is fine. Currently, the biggest question is that the author cannot explain why the protagonist is able to gamble on boxing matches.

Cut it again... Splattered.

Once you start writing this kind of story, around chapter 200, the plot expands too much, and the rest becomes just a rambling account, jumping from one topic to another, covering everything in a haphazard way.

The writing is well-paced and more pleasing to the eye than "Shower Sheng".

Don't be silly, there's this treacherous servant jumping around like that, is it interesting? Why don't you hurry up and kill him? I think many readers feel the same way I do. Hurry up and kill him, otherwise who knows how many people will leave.

The synopsis is well-written, but the content is utter garbage.

That's so little! When will you write more?

It has a bit of a Portland Street Fat Dragon vibe 😍