On the shelf to write a testimonial. (Nervous, so nervous to Calvin. It's going to be on tomorrow, and it's estimated that the collection should be gone.)

Summarize first.

It's **** hard to live. (I can understand why the child is crying when he falls to the ground.)

The old fish was eight or seven years old, and this year is also considered thirty-three. (nominal age)

If you write your own experience into a book, it should be very legendary, but the abuser is absolutely abused and cannot be abused any more. (For fear of making you crazy, just write something simple.)

Dropped out of school at the age of 14 (so if everyone criticizes in the future, don't criticize this is written by elementary school students.)

Worked as a security guard, worked in a factory, and went to a construction site. (Really moving bricks and anti-cement bags)

keep wandering.

Assembly line, open a restaurant, set up a street stall, enter a factory, learn technology, dry welding, learn to paint walls.

Then to pick up junk and collect waste. (It's not a jingle..., collecting rags is the happiest time of the old fish in the past few decades.)

Ten years later…., nothing has been accomplished.

There are so many occupations that I can't even count them. I can't remember, there are thirty if there is no fifty, but unfortunately none of them persisted to the end.

I didn't earn the money, but I was exhausted with an occupational disease. Dislocation of the lumbar spine, neck and shoulder disease, dislocation of the coccyx.

Blame this **** society? Do you blame your parents for being farmers? Or do you blame yourself for not working hard?

No one can blame him, only himself for not persevering.

Then, for some unknown reason, he plunged into the financial industry by mistake.

This is done for five years.

Ups and downs, ups and downs.

Make money and explode. Do it yourself and help others.

When I understood a lot of things, I looked back and it was already in my early thirties.

Some have made a lot of money in the middle, making hundreds of thousands of dollars a day.

Then it just disappeared. The position was blown up, and it was blown up by the market in the middle of the year. (You can beat the market a hundred times, but lose yourself once and die.)

Once returned to eighteen years ago, it was even worse than eighteen years ago.

As for why, it was written in the first book.

Later, I found a job.

analyst. Chief analyst of an investment firm.

Salary and benefits are not bad, just do it.

People have to eat. If they don’t eat, their children have to eat.

(The content of the work is very easy, and if it is not easy, the old fish will not be able to do it.

The lumbar spine is dislocated, and the bed feels crooked when sleeping. How can I do heavy work, not to mention the serious neck and shoulder disease.

One arm is often unable to lift, which is the sequelae of electric welding in the previous shipyard. )

The analyst's job is to write investment reports and so on. Although our writing is bad, writing such things is not a pediatrician.

The financial market has been mixed up for so many years, and neither technical analysis nor fundamental analysis is proficient. (But it's useless. The loss of money in this line is understood by the old birds, and what they do is mentality.)

Then, less than a month to quit.

The reason is that Lao Yu is a person. He thought that he had a little bit of conscience after being eaten by a dog, and he couldn't be as calm as Li Dapao.

Analysts have to cooperate with the company's sales department to develop customers, recommend stocks every day, analyze the market, and let some newly grown customers open accounts and deposit funds.

I'm doing this myself, I don't understand.

Those little whites in the boss's mouth, rookies, aren't people just like leeks.

It's bad enough that the leeks are being cut everywhere, we can't help the tyrants, can we? (This is not done by human beings. How many colleagues have lost their wealth and ruined their lives.)

Conscience can't go down. (You deserve to be miserable.)

What should I do if I want to eat, I can't bend my waist (one bend will press on the nerves and the whole person will not move),

Can not lift the hand (after five or six years of welding sequelae).

How to fix it, how to fix it, it seems that only the code is in line with the physical and mental conditions of the old fish. (Don't fool people to be leeks, feel at ease!)

If writing can be regarded as a profession, Laoyu has another profession in his life. (Is it very talented, and has done so many industries in 18 years.)

After entering the pit, I found that online authors and writers, if it is a profession, may be the most difficult profession. (If you have a choice, don't do this)

Not to mention the fierce competition, except for the great **** who can be famous for a small setback, there are a large number of authors who are not as good as picking up junk.

It's the same kind of income from picking up junk ten years ago. (Old fish have done it before. Ten years ago, it was easy to make 150 yuan a day to collect junk.)

Web text. Fans can solve the problem of food and clothing. (Let's eat dirt below)

The first book, which took half a year, earned 2,600 yuan. (There are 1200 full attendance for two months), is it better to pick up junk.

Of course, this is the reason why the old fish fluttered. (How many of the millions of writers on the web have become great gods?)

Later, I kept thinking, if the pen name was wrong, and if I brought a fish, it must be salted fish.

I've written so much, but I'm just writing blindly, and I don't know what I'm writing.

Forget it, everyone treats me as a daily miserable seller.

This year, I didn't dare to go home for the New Year.

There are two reasons. I live in the north of my hometown, there is no heating at home, and everyone thinks about it when I get home, and my hands are frozen, so don't think about the code.

Another reason is that there is no money, and the liquidation is lost.

I can't go back to see my family, I don't have the courage to see my aging parents and my children who are still studying~lightnovelpub.net~ In their thirties, they have become such a bird, and there is no one else.

So I stayed in the south to celebrate the New Year alone.

The temperature is high, and the code word is not delayed. Everyone probably knows that the old fish has been updated every day recently, so that it can be put on the shelves on the 1st, and it can be 600 yuan more full attendance next month.

(I’m so excited that I can’t write an article when I want to put it on the shelves. It’s related to the question of whether I can survive or not. I must be nervous.)

I hope that if the bosses are happy to watch, gain something or like it, they will not owe Laoyu the salary.

If you are in a good mood for the holidays or something, you can give some bonuses to the old fish, chicken legs or something.

Why is everyone the boss, not the starting point?

Well, the starting point is not to look at what your author wrote, it is useless, worthless and unsubscribed, you are just a chicken, squatting on the cold bench and waiting to die. (Capitalists only look at interests.)

So the real boss is every reader, and every author's income comes from a few cents of the reader.

The old fish should be right about this logical relationship.

So, I also ask the bosses to subscribe, we can't delay the salary of the code word workers. So hard. (Not kidnapping, full truth!)

Here, I would like to wish all bosses a Happy New Year in advance.

When you meet a woman you like, you can go there, and whoever is unhappy will be unlucky. You will get a promotion and a salary increase in the coming year, and make a lot of money. Good luck, not a small leek.

Laoyu, I wish you all the protagonists and shameless Zhao Jiangchuan every day in 2019.

With a shout, Laoyu asked for the first order. Ask for a subscription. (Every night after 8 o’clock, you can grab red envelopes at the starting point. Shamelessly, let’s grab someone else’s to support Laoyu, Maliandao is difficult!)