Prodigal Son of the Ming Dynasty

   Four more deliveries, please bless

  Thirty-two years ago, the child who just came to this world must never have imagined that thirty-two years later, he would grow up and live at his desk every day.

  Thirty-two years later, he must never have imagined that he would be begging for subscriptions and monthly tickets miserably every day in order to maintain his own livelihood.

   After all, at that time, he was just an ignorant child.

   Thirty-two years later, it will be the child's thirty-second birthday.

   Difficult to discuss life, dedicated to the readers, creating happiness.

   Another year older.

  The mood is complicated.

  Okay, I don’t have much to think about. It’s delivered in the fourth watch. I would like to thank everyone for your support for Tiger. A blessing from everyone is considered to be celebrating Tiger’s birthday. I’m so tired. Go to sleep and get up early tomorrow to update.

  (end of this chapter)