Well, according to the reliable news of Xiaodao, the fat man is going to be on the shelves (note: it's not a chicken stand), so according to convention, I'm just a few words to respond to the situation.

Every book is the crystallization of the hard work of the writer, just like a daughter of your own family. Signing a contract is roughly equivalent to getting engaged, and finally finding a partner; if you put it on the shelves, you will be considered out of the house. Our old rules are that marrying a daughter can deal with some bride money, so don’t support it for nothing.

I feel very uncomfortable when the fat man goes out (sweat). In the past month, everyone has used clicks, bills, rewards, flowers (including white water and bricks), shit and urine to raise the fat man white and fat, and it looks like a dog. I have nothing to say in my heart, and I can only write honestly to repay the villagers' raising feelings for the fat man.
Chapter completed!