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Volume 1 The Bastards of the Slums We Attack!

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    The inevitable moment finally came, and I was a little caught off guard when I saw that the monthly ticket system was launched today.  After sorting it out, I thought it was time to accept it. It was about time.

    The monthly ticket is the most intuitive reflection of the performance of a book. Now that it has started, the grilled fish will not back down.  Let's rush!

    I still remember that when it was first put on the shelves, I was as timid as a fledgling.

    Because there were only a few feathers behind me. How insignificant we were at that time.

    Later, we were finally able to reach this platform, but we were still thousands of miles away from the invisible mountains, white clouds, and huge monuments, so we couldn't stop and breathed slightly. We still had to carry our bags and put away our fatigue.  With that in mind, we continue on our journey.

    You who once fought side by side with me, where are you now?  Have you already lost your ambition?

    Where are you now who have cried and laughed together?  Are the edges rounded off by reality and are you willing to remain mediocre in the corner for the rest of your life?

    No!  We still have to grow upward and move forward!  Because of unwillingness.  I am not willing to be buried like this, and I am not willing to give up those things that I once dreamed of but had no choice but to let go of.  I don¡¯t want to let my once-vivid heart gradually grow old and become unable to do anything!

    This book is just such a story, an epic about struggle, about unwillingness, about you and me, about the ambition and dream of a little person growing up!

    Yes, each of us is an epic, the key is how you compose it!

    I once said that we are very small, so small that we only have one foothold in this society and the world, but just one foothold is enough for us to support our family, our career, and the backbone of our life.

    We will surely grow into towering trees, break through the heavy and oppressive reality, step on the fucking life of a bitch under our feet, and overlook the warm dawn!

    I don¡¯t know where my brothers and friends who are reading are, but this time, please allow me to summon you, I need your help.

    We have failed, we have been bruised and bruised, and I have deeply disappointed you, but when I write a book, you will still gather in front of me, like an old teahouse, and start the first sentence under the early morning light.  As I was telling the story, people moved stools one after another and sat in front of me, listening to the stories I told, the passing years, the stories that were obviously sad but unable to cry, our bitter struggles, and our passionate passion.  The burning years are like old friends, no need to speak, just listen silently to the story I tell you!

    Now, I am calling you again. You are a group of wild wolves. Even if you lick your wounds, your ambitions and dreams will never be wiped out.  You are a group of veterans. Even if you take off your armor and return to the fields, you will still sharpen your blades and be fully armed when you need to protect your homeland.

    My first monthly vote was voted for by Bao Jianfeng. Let this monthly vote become the clarion call for our battle and the arrow cluster that splits the battlefield!

    Calling for monthly tickets!

    We attack!
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