MTL - Who Can Fall In Love After Being Reborn?-Chapter 41 It’s truly a literary club

Chapter 41 It’s truly a literary club

 Some doors cannot be closed once they are opened.

Su Naisheng lay helplessly on the table, her crimson cheeks pressed against the cold tabletop, but it could not cool down her tumultuous heart.

 She felt that she was broken, and she was broken since she had the curiosity that she shouldn't have. She began to linger, began to sigh at the wonderfulness of the world, and even learned a few foreign languages ​​​​to express rejection.

 She is undoubtedly a bad girl.

Jiang Qin coughed and changed the subject nonchalantly: "One more thing, Sunai, can you make me a small program that automatically replies to posts?"

 “Automatic reply?” Sunai raised his head slightly.

"I just arrange some robots with virtual IDs to reply to each post with some snake-oil rainbow farts. Wow, it's so well written that I'm so wet. Or it's really cool, it's so literary, and so on." Give the poster a sense of accomplishment.”

Sunai pushed up his glasses: "I can copy a ready-made one online, modify the code, and see if it can be used directly."

Jiang Qin knew there was something going on as soon as he heard it, but he still said seriously: "Work first, watch less videos."

 “Woo…”

Sunai fell on the table again, sadness flowing back into the river.

Jiang Qin stopped teasing her. He had promised that even dogs with cement seals would not like her. If he got angry, it would not end well.

 “Sister, I’m leaving first.”

"Thank you, senior, please leave quickly..."

Jiang Qin pursed his lips. The little girl had seen all the eighteen postures. Why was she so shy? He reached out and stuffed the library card into his pocket, then turned around and left the library.

The website has been built, but it is still an empty shell, just like the composition paper that was just handed out. The grids are square and neat, but there is no content.

 If you want a website to retain people, it is necessary to have enough information to browse for a long time.

Jiang Qin decided to visit the literary club in Linda and ask them to write some stories he had made up.

The Literary Club is a club under the name of the Literature Department, and the entire Literature Department is now on the East Campus. Jiang Qin does not have a car, so he can only walk all the way there. Fortunately, it is the beginning of the semester, and every club is doing activities to recruit new students. Prepare, so Jiang Qin did not miss the chance. As soon as he entered, he saw a group of people making publicity boards.

  "The four words "the society welcomes new members" should be made bolder, preferably in red, to make them more eye-catching.

“Hey, hey, that guy over there, why are you sitting there and not working? Don’t you see everyone is busy?”

Jiang Qin was giving random instructions in the activity classroom with his hands behind his back. The sophomore brother who was fishing took one look at him and was not sure what he was doing, so he could only silently put away his mobile phone and start working.

Finally, someone couldn't help it anymore and raised his head and asked who you are. Are you the new teaching assistant from the Literature Department? Too young.

Jiang Qin smiled coquettishly and said that I was just an ordinary freshman, but in exchange I received a very affectionate and cordial greeting.

However, after expressing his intention to come, someone still called the person in charge of the literary club.

 One is the president, Yao Yanling, who is a junior this year, majoring in Chinese language and literature.

 One is Vice President Dong Wenhao, a sophomore this year, majoring in broadcasting and hosting.

“Short life stories, five yuan per thousand words, can I write any content?”

Jiang Qin pondered for a moment: "What I need is a narrative style story from a first-person perspective, which can be bizarre but not outrageous."

Dong Wenhao is more interested in this matter: "Is it just random pseudo-documentary literature?"

"The senior's generalization ability is very strong. This is probably what he means. For example, I have three girlfriends and I have begun to manage my time efficiently. I would rather keep my stomach rotten for the rest of my life without telling the secret. What is it like to have a girlfriend who is a school belle? That guy in the third class of finance is really Handsome, it’s just some of the more controversial topics.”

“It’s a bit like a monthly promotional magazine for men’s hospitals? What about a wife who has been separated for three years and gets unexpectedly pregnant?”

Jiang Qin was a little surprised: "President Dong has even read such a literary masterpiece. I really found the right person!"

Yao Yanling couldn't help but interrupt: "Are you a journal owner?" "No, I run a website."

“Can your website serialize original novels?”

Hearing Yao Yanling's question, Jiang Qin couldn't help but be stunned.

 Serializing novels is a direction he has never considered, but if he wants the website to retain enough users, following up may also be a good way.

But there is a problem with serialized novels. If the number of words is large, the cost of royalties will definitely increase, and if the writing is not good, no one will read it.

“Novel serialization is also acceptable, but it must pass my review first. I will not pay for things that have no value.”

Yao Yanling smiled confidently: "Actually, I have an original novel myself. The writing style must be very good, but I am not satisfied with the price of five thousand words. At least it costs more than ten yuan per thousand words."

Jiang Qin shook his head: "I don't want writing style, I want it to look good."

“A well-written story must be good to read. If you agree to ten yuan for a thousand words, I can sort out part of it and send it to you to read.”

 “What about cooperation?”

Dong Wenhao leaned forward slightly: "I will be responsible for the cooperation. There are sixty-seven registered members of our literary society. The number of contributions will definitely satisfy you, but I have a request."

Jiang Qin leaned back slightly on his chair: "Let's talk about it."

“The manuscript fee is six yuan per thousand words, so I will organize the writers to help you control the quality, and senior Yanling will be mainly responsible for the serialization. How about it?”

After hearing this, Jiang Qin took another look at Dong Wenhao and felt that this guy had a sharper vision than Yao Yanling.

Serialized novels can certainly earn more remuneration based on their length, but bringing together sixty-seven people to make money is more than two pairs of hands. Dong Wenhao immediately grabbed the manuscript supply, and he definitely smelled the profit.

Looking at the many people in Laida, they are not the only ones looking for ways to make money.

 On the other hand, Yao Yanling is actually more obsessed with literature and not very interested in money. The reason why she wants ten yuan is actually to get recognition for her work.

 Look, my words can be sold for ten yuan, but yours can only be sold for five yuan.

If such a person is really talented, he will definitely achieve something, but he is afraid that his heart will be as high as the sky and his life as thin as paper, and he will eventually be trapped in his own world and cannot get out.

“Six yuan per thousand words is fine, but the manuscript fee should be calculated as five yuan.” Jiang Qin said to himself.

Dong Wenhao's eyes flashed with confusion: "Since it is six yuan for a thousand words, why is the manuscript fee still five yuan?"

Jiang Qin bared his teeth and smiled: "You can't let the seniors help you in vain. The other part will be used as your commission. Could you please help the seniors to strictly control the quality of the manuscript?"

　　　…”

Dong Wenhao's breathing was stagnant, and his crossed legs lowered involuntarily.

He asked for six yuan because he wanted to get a piece of each manuscript, but he didn't expect that Jiang Qin would tell the truth. What was supposed to be a private matter was made public, and he got the money justifiably. , but quality control has turned from an empty talk into a real work task.

  To put it simply, he changed from an intermediary to a part-time worker in an instant.

“I am the vice president. I should fight for the interests of my team members. I shouldn’t take commissions. This is not good.”

Jiang Qin glanced at Yao Yanling next to him: "There is no such thing as working in vain and not eating. What do you think, senior Yanling?"

Yao Yanling thinks Jiang Qin’s distribution method is more reasonable: “Wenhao, since you have to review content for members, you should get some commission.”

"Then...then I'll be disrespectful." Dong Wenhao agreed with a look of embarrassment on his face.

Jiang Qin gnashed his teeth after listening to Huazi, but was disrespectful. He is so **** educated. He really deserves to be a **** literary club. He can be so fresh and refined even if he asks for money.

 (End of this chapter)