"What are you planning to write?" the cousin asked, somewhat puzzled.
"Some settings in novels! On this dark and windy night, I suddenly had an inspiration, and this time, it's definitely going to be a hit, a hit that will make me a Platinum God!"
Wang Hao was still contemplating the plot of "Paradise."
"Hm? You're going to become a God again? For what, the umpteenth time now?" Han Xiaoyue's face showed a smile that took pleasure in his misfortune. Wang Hao's failures had become a constant backdrop to his life, and it was all too common to hear him wailing in front of his computer, "Why does nobody read, why, when I write so incredibly well!"
Sadly, even Lucky Fish Fortune couldn't magically improve his writing skills or increase his readership.
Writing novels and failing might have been the biggest setback in Old Wang's life.
