The writer, Hongchang Facai, created a new document on his desktop. Its title: .d Yes, that shameless fellow was already drafting his acceptance speech.

After a silence spanning two or three years, Hongchang Facai had returned to the keyboard, making a comeback that stunned countless people.

So much so that some friends asked him, "Didn't you change careers? Why are you writing novels again?"

Hongchang felt ashamed. Truthfully, well, er, um... he had simply taken a detour. After circling around, he realized it was the wrong path, so he came back.

That detour hadn't been short. How many two or three years does one person get in a lifetime? While others were marching forward singing praises, Hongchang had turned around and walked backward, returning saddled with debt while his old buddies were already buying villas and driving BMWs.

Urban Perspective Eye was just one of the countless story "pits"—ideas saved on his phone, in notebooks, and on his computer—that Hongchang had amassed during those decadent years. Before he even started writing, the book didn't even have a title. Similar documents filled dozens of folders on his computer; some of these, perhaps, readers had already glimpsed.

Hongchang was back. He registered this pen name, settling on the auspicious-sounding "Hong Chang, Get Rich," and then located his old confidante in the QQ messenger—Editor ZEN.

He got the book title from ZEN, and it turned out well; many readers loved it. Thanks, ZEN.

After uploading seventy or eighty thousand words, and following the first round of recommendations, the collection count barely passed one thousand. Hongchang asked ZEN, "Is it bombing? Should I just axe it?"

ZEN replied, "The performance is decent. Keep writing."

Hongchang believed him, and while starving, he continued updating with great trepidation.

Later, later... is where we are now: three hundred and sixty thousand words, 1.6 million clicks, top ten in the New Book Monthly Poll, with peak subscriptions nearing four thousand.

Hongchang had always failed to thank those who supported him consistently because he felt he couldn't present a satisfactory accounting of his efforts.

Now, although the results are just so-so, the monthly ticket war is over, so it’s time to hand in the final report.

First, let me express my sickeningly sweet gratitude: without this platform, Hongchang might currently be a small shop owner or just a factory worker in some city. Tens of thousands, maybe hundreds of thousands of readers would never have seen his work, never shared the dream built step-by-step within these assembled words.

Next, thanks to all the brothers who supported Hongchang, including ZEN. For the others, I’ll keep their names anonymous to avoid accusations of name-dropping or riding on big names, haha.

After that, I must grandly thank all the great readers of Urban Perspective Eye. Without your clicks, votes, and subscriptions, this book would never have reached this point. Damn it, I absolutely would have pulled the plug and dropped it!

Also, to all the gentlemen, young and old, who have given rewards to this book—Hongchang is deeply moved! Tips? This is the first time I’ve ever received one in my life! Feel free to shower me with more from now on; Hongchang absolutely adores that!

And to the brothers who cast 'chasing-update' tickets—that’s essentially free money! Hongchang happily accepts. Thank you!

And to those in the review section who encouraged me, helped catch errors, or offered critiques and suggestions—you are all good brothers! Come over here for a hug!

It’s already past midnight without realizing it, so I’ll stop rambling for now. Again, thank you all for your support during this time. Even a single click is an affirmation for Hongchang. Too much sickly sweet talk will make everyone sick, so just one last line:

Having you all makes things truly f***ing good.

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