He simply booted up his computer and began today's writing.
His new book was set to hit the shelves on the 10th. Although he didn't count on making money from it, he had high hopes to fulfill his boastful claim of becoming a great author.
So,
He had promised the editor, Meteor, a release of 500,000 words on launch, which naturally could only increase, never decrease.
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April 4th arrived.
Being a Thursday and a Tomb Sweeping Day holiday, Jinjiang Art Center's art exhibition opened today and would last until the end of the holiday on the 6th.
At seven in the morning,
Chen Yun did not go to exercise, nor did he go to Thermal Sight for snake soup.
Compared to those, he had serious business to attend to.
He went straight to knock on Bai Shi's door.
Through his Transparent World Perception, he could tell that Bai Shi was currently dressed in a swanky suit, meticulously adjusting his collar and sleeves in front of the mirror.
