MTL - Who Can Fall In Love After Being Reborn?-Chapter 42 The gradually taking shape of the website

Chapter 42 The gradually taking shape of the website

 Saturday, a shower hit Linda, washing away the sweltering heat for many days.

Sunai's automatic reply system has been put into operation on the website. The test results are pretty good, the keyword triggering is very accurate, the repetition rate of the rainbow fart is not high, and it is already 60-70% like a real person.

Jiang Qin specifically gave the URL to Cao Guangyu, without telling him about the robot. He just asked him to try out the experience of posting. As a result, the more he played with Dogecoin, the more he felt that he was the best among people.

 “Lao Jiang, this website you gave me is so interesting, it’s so fun!”

 Cao Guangyu was currently facing the computer he just bought, typing on the keyboard in his hand, and he was so happy that he was flying.

Jiang Qin turned around calmly: "Where's the fun?"

"This is my first time pretending to be cool online, and it's also the first time I've met so many people who agree with me. There's actually a girl who says she admires me. Sure enough, gold will shine, but they don't know at all. I'm just pretending. , I haven’t used any force at all!”

　　　　???”

Jiang Qin secretly logged in to the administrator's backend and took a look, and found that this fellow had created a series of posts of his own, called My Simple and Unpretentious Life of a Rich Second Generation, all kinds of pretentiousness.

  Showing off my Nokia 5230, the caption is really rubbish. No wonder it is so cheap at 3,000 yuan. It is incomparable to the Rittal I used.

 Then he posted an online picture of a BMW 5 Series, saying that he would buy a car after military training. He was hesitant between the BBC and his family asked him to buy a Porsche in one step, but he felt that doing so was a bit too high-profile and he was afraid that his image would not be close to the people.

These posts triggered a lot of keywords, resulting in a continuous stream of rainbow farts from the comment bots.

　　Brother is so handsome, I envy his life so much. He has great literary talents and must be a literary giant. Cao Guangyu was so beaten that he couldn't stop leaving messages. He kept replying to the robot's messages, triggered the keyword again, and got another round of rainbow farts.

Just like this, Cao Guangyu felt as if he had found the meaning of life.

 Ren Ziqiang looked at it with envy from behind, but this page currently only has a PC version, so he couldn't play it, so he couldn't help but feel regretful.

 “The people here are so nice to talk to, Lao Jiang, when will the wap version be online? I want to play it too.”

 “Hurry up, it’ll be tomorrow and the day after tomorrow.”

Jiang Qin looked at these two guys and sighed in his heart. He said to himself that in this small dormitory, I actually have two talented people, Wolong and Phoenix. They can chat so well with automatic replies. They are invincible. They are really **** invincible.

However, this also proves that my idea is right. Automatic replies can indeed create a certain degree of false prosperity, and can produce excellent results when there are very few users in the early stage.

 At 10 noon, the shower continued and the temperature dropped sharply. It was refreshing, cool and very comfortable.

Jiang Qin was rubbing his socks when he suddenly received an email from the literary club Yao Yanling. When he opened it, it was a novel called "The Lonely City". The content was probably about an autistic girl who was encouraged by everyone. The story of getting admitted to a key university.

 In the first 10,000 words, senior Yao Yanling used a full narration writing mode to describe in detail how lonely this girl is, and even wrote a sentence that even her eyelashes exude the smell of loneliness.

Ten dollars means one thousand words, and ten thousand words is one hundred dollars.

 You want to make a hundred yuan from me just for this?

 How about I call the police? !

 This is a **** scam!

“Sister, your writing is really good. Even a layman like me feels a kind of loneliness.”

“Thank you for your praise, junior fellow student. Let’s just say it’s ten yuan for a thousand words. I’ll give you an advantage.”

“But senior sister, this is a vulgar and low-level website that cannot include such high-end works.”

"what do you mean?"

“Can you change the subject, don’t write inspirational literature, write something vulgar, something polyamorous, a third party, etc. I’d love to read it.”

 “Junior, you don’t understand literature at all, I think I’m wrong about you!”

Yao Yanling replied to him, and then her avatar turned gray, obviously offline.

Jiang Qin doesn’t think it’s a big deal. His website, like Weibo, follows the path of fragmented reading. Having novels to read is the icing on the cake, but it doesn’t hurt to not have them.

It's just that he is a little worried. After all, Yao Yanling is the president of the literary society. If this incident affects the literary society's supply, what about the content of his website? You can't just rely on Cao Guangyu's pretentious posts, right?

But what he didn't expect was that Dong Wenhao called him half an hour later, saying that the first batch of manuscripts had come out and wanted him to see if they would work. So Jiang Qin changed his clothes and tossed about Came to the East School. "I accidentally crossed a boundary with my best friend, what should I do?" 》

 "My boyfriend graduated first, recording my whole process from long-distance relationship to breakup"

　　《The first time I went to a hotel with my girlfriend, I didn’t know whether to say something or not》

　　　《My ex-boyfriend has a cold, I’m going to take care of it, but my current girlfriend wants to break up with me? 》

  "What's it like to fall in love with a school beauty? It's absolutely true!" 》

There were a total of twenty manuscripts submitted by the literary society. After careful review by Jiang Qin, only eight were qualified.

Dong Wenhao felt that he was losing face, so he kept explaining that it was the first time for everyone to take on such a writing task, so they were not familiar enough, and the rejection rate would definitely get higher and higher in the future.

Jiang Qin waved his hand and said it was okay, then took out 150 yuan from his wallet and handed it to Dong Wenhao.

“Aren’t these eight articles the only ones that are qualified? One article costs six yuan, so forty-eight is enough.”

"When I submit a manuscript for the first time, I want it all, good or bad, in order to arouse their enthusiasm. They can see the money as soon as they reach out. They will think that I am a very generous boss, and your appeal in the club will be stronger." The stronger it is, the easier it will be to do things in the future.”

Dong Wenhao took the money with a complicated expression: "Brother, your family is in business, right?"

Jiang Qin stuffed his wallet into his pocket: "No, I'm just a handsome guy with an ordinary background."

　　　…”

Dong Wenhao stuffed the money into his pocket, hesitated for a while and then spoke again: "Senior Yanling has been saying with a dark face today that you don't understand literature. Is there something wrong with the novel?"

“It’s not a big problem. The novel is well written, and they are all beautiful Chinese characters, but the combination just doesn’t look good. It’s really **** weird.” Jiang Qin shrugged.

 “Then your website still accepts novels?”

“I want to accept it, but there are too few good ones. I am doing business, not charity.”

Dong Wenhao hesitated for a moment and took out another manuscript from his school bag: "Then what do you think of this? Can you accept it?"

Jiang Qin took it and read it with a suspicious look on his face. The title of the book was "You Are the Color of Fireworks in the World". After reading it twice, he unconsciously frowned: "It's a bit standard, it's refreshing, and it tastes great." , who wrote this, and why did you hide it?"

 “A former commune member named Shi Miaomiao.”

"before?"

“I was scolded by senior Yanling and resigned from the club. She said her writing was not inspiring and told her not to waste time here.”

“Thousand words and seven, let her promise to update it every day. The copyright of the novel belongs to me. If she agrees, I will accept it.”

While he was talking, the door of the literary club activity room was suddenly pushed open, and Yao Yanling walked in from the door. She was slightly stunned when she saw Jiang Qin, and then ignored him with a dark face.

 She had a very good impression of Jiang Qin before, but not now. In her eyes, Jiang Qin is just an ordinary person who doesn't understand literature.

Yao Yanling picked up a pair of colorful flags from the right side of the activity room and went out again without looking back.

“Don’t mind, my senior sister never allows others to deny her works.” Dong Wenhao couldn’t help but explain for Yao Yanling.

Jiang Qin waved his hand: "Senior, people with dreams are worthy of admiration. Unlike me, I only have a few stinkers."

　　　…”

 (End of this chapter)