Even though Sun Xian was playing mahjong and writing on his phone at the same time, he was able to multitask. His mahjong skills were smooth, and he was the banker multiple times. He was going to be the biggest winner of the night!
After his novel was updated, the book review section was, of course, in full swing. Many of the readers who had been clamoring for violent updates had actually quieted down. They were all sighing. This author, who had been so annoying with his updates, had finally updated!
At least there were no eunuchs, were there?
When faced with such an author, the readers' bottom line was lowered. Even if the author only updated one chapter every half a month, they would be satisfied …
Sun Xian saw the uproar in the book review section, and he couldn't help but laugh. These readers were very cute. This was probably the purpose of his writing. It was not for fame or profit, but he hoped that his work could influence more people. He wanted to control their emotions, and that was a very satisfying thing to do.
However, this feeling of accomplishment paled in comparison to winning money by playing mahjong …
Therefore, in his heart, mahjong was the most important thing, and writing was the last. Pretending to write could help him quit gambling.
Sun Xian was a person who did not want to improve himself. He felt that he could live like this for the rest of his life by collecting rent. What was the point of having so much ambition?
After he graduated from university, he had decided to live like this. He had a few girlfriends, but obviously, they did not approve of such a person. They felt that it was fine for a man to be poor, but not without ambition!
That was also the mainstream view.
However, Sun Xian had no ambition. He believed that the most important thing in life was to enjoy life, but his enjoyment was not materialistic. In terms of material things, he was satisfied as long as he could eat, wear warm clothes, and have a place to sleep. Why should he care about so many other things? If he had the time, he would rather play mahjong …
Sun Xian's negative attitude towards life was similar to that of a casual player in a game like Earth Online. Everyone else was thinking about getting promoted, getting a raise, and reaching the pinnacle of their lives, but Sun Xian lived for the moment. He spent every second of his life enjoying life instead of wasting it on mechanical tasks.
That was why he did not update his novel every day. He thought that updating every day was a mechanical, boring job. It was impossible to write a good novel. Only an incompetent writer would do that!
Talented writers could publish two chapters every month. Their popularity rankings and whatnot could surpass other writers.
Fortunately, he did not speak out his views. Otherwise, he did not know how many great authors and readers he would have offended. The great authors wrote tens of thousands of words every day. Was this incompetence?
As a matter of fact, maintaining a high speed of updates was a sign of true talent for web novelists. It was not just hard work, but true talent.
For the readers, no matter how talented you are, it's not as good as having one or two chapters …
Of course, Sun Xian didn't have that kind of talent, but it didn't matter to him. After all, he wasn't supposed to be a professional writer.
That kind of thing did not exist. He felt that collecting rent was the most comfortable life. Writing web novels was a dead end!
After he finished playing mahjong, he still had a cigarette in his mouth as he staggered out of the bath center. As the cool autumn wind blew, he suddenly felt a bone-deep loneliness.
On this intoxicating autumn night, he felt like an old man who was lost on the road of life. His life was muddled. Thankfully, he could still play mahjong tomorrow …
Just like that, he staggered back to his small house. It was indeed a small house. It only had one bedroom and a bathroom. It felt like a motel, but he lived very comfortably.
His house was very clean because it was easy to clean. He did not need a kitchen or anything like that. In this day and age, takeout was too convenient. The fruits that he ordered would be cut and delivered to his door. Of course, he ate out for lunch and dinner. The world was so big. With money, there was no need to worry about not being able to find food.
As for breakfast, of course, that did not exist. He would not wake up until 10 or 11 am, so there was no point in having breakfast.
Moreover, he did not need to bathe at home. Anyway, there was a bath center near his house. Every day when he went to play mahjong, he could take a sauna at the same time. Wasn't that great …
As long as he stayed at home, he would almost always lie in bed. He could watch anything on internet TV anyway. He also had a laptop, but since the mobile phone became more and more intelligent, he rarely used it. This was because he basically did not play computer games. He felt that it was not as fun as playing mahjong.
In fact, the place where he used to live was much more spacious than his current small house. However, he felt that it was meaningless for him to continue living there. After all, in this world, he was a person who had no worries.
No one would care about him anymore. He did not need to care about anyone. He only needed to enjoy the rest of his carefree life.
Before he entered the house, he threw away the cigarette. Although he always liked to have a cigarette in his mouth, he was not addicted to it. He did not smoke at home at all. He smoked while playing mahjong because he did not want to inhale other people's second-hand smoke. It was better to smoke a cigarette himself and let others inhale his second-hand smoke.
After he entered his small house, he showed a satisfied expression. The environment of the small house had a classical European palace style. There was also a colorful oil painting hanging on the wall …
He clearly looked a little unruly, but his small house had been cleaned by him. There was no smell. Instead, there was a fragrance.
The fragrance here was the smell of incense. He changed into slippers and walked to the portrait of his parents. First, he carefully wiped it, and then he skillfully lit a stick of incense. He had a lazy expression on his face. Perhaps to him, when his parents had just passed away, it had indeed been a huge blow. But after so many years, his heart had long since become unmoved.
If his parents were still alive, they would have forced him to go on a blind date. After all, he was already in his thirties. People around his age already had two or three children.
However, how many people reached the age where they could just make do with something?
He felt that it did not mean much to him. He did not want descendants, and humans would not go extinct.
He felt that it was better to live a carefree life alone. After all, no one cared about him, and he did not need to care about others.
Perhaps it was because he had no desires. That was why he could be so willful in everything he did …
However, Sun Xian, the dispirited uncle who was always idle and carefree, did not know that there was already a big shot watching him!
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