Chapter 42 The Gradually Formed Website

Chapter 42 The Gradually Formed Website

On Saturday, a shower hit Linda, washing away the sultry heat of the past few days.

The automatic reply system made by Sunai has been running on the website. The test results are good, the keyword triggering is very accurate, and the repetition rate of flattery is not high. It already sounds about 60% 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 posting and it turned out that the more he played with Dogecoin, the more he felt like a rare talent.

"Lao Jiang, this website you gave me is so interesting. It's really fun!"

At this time, Cao Guangyu was sitting in front of his newly bought computer, typing away on the keyboard, feeling extremely happy.

Jiang Qin turned around calmly: "What's so interesting about that?"

"This is my first time showing off online, and also the first time I met so many people who agree with me. There was even a girl who said she admired me. It's true that gold will shine. But they don't know that I was just pretending superficially and didn't put in any effort at all!"

"????"

Jiang Qin secretly logged into the administrator's backend and took a look, and found that this guy had created a series of posts by himself, called My Simple Life of a Rich Second Generation, full of pretense.

He showed off his Nokia 5230 with a really rubbish caption. No wonder it's sold for only 3,000 yuan. It's incomparable to the Rittal I used.

Then he posted a picture of a BMW 5 Series online, saying that he was going to buy a car after military training, and was hesitating between the BBC and the Porsche. His family asked him to go all out and buy a Porsche, but he felt that this was a bit too high-profile and was afraid that he would not be approachable.

These posts triggered a lot of keywords, resulting in a continuous stream of flattery from the reply robots.

Something like "Brother is so handsome, I envy his life, brother is so talented in writing, he must be a literary giant". Cao Guangyu was so overwhelmed by the fart that he kept leaving messages and replying to the robot, triggering the keyword again and getting a new round of flattery.

After going through this circle, Cao Guangyu felt as if he had found the meaning of life.

Ren Ziqiang was watching from behind with a look of envy on his face, but this website currently only had a PC version and he couldn't play it, which made him feel regretful.

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

"Soon, maybe tomorrow or the day after tomorrow."

Jiang Qin looked at the two of them and felt a little emotional. He thought to himself, this small dormitory of mine actually has two talented people, Crouching Dragon and Phoenix Chick, who can chat so happily with the automatic reply. They are invincible, really fucking invincible.

However, this also proves that my idea is correct. 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 ten o'clock in the morning, the showers continued and the temperature dropped sharply. It was cool and comfortable.

Jiang Qin was rubbing his socks when he suddenly received an email from Yao Yanling from the literature club. After opening it, he found a novel called "Lonely City", which was about the story of a girl with autism who was admitted to a key university with the encouragement of her classmates.

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 scent of loneliness.

Ten yuan for one thousand words, so ten thousand words is one hundred yuan.

You want to make a hundred bucks from me? Or should I call the police? This is a scam! "Senior, the writing is really good. Even an amateur like me feels lonely."

"Thank you for your compliment, junior. Let's make it ten yuan per thousand words. I'm giving you a bargain."

"But senior sister, this is a vulgar and low-level website. It can't include such high-end works."

"What do you mean?"

"Can you change the subject matter? Don't write inspirational literature. Write something vulgar and melodramatic, like love triangles or third parties. I like to read them."

"Junior brother, you don't understand literature at all. I guess I misjudged you!"

Yao Yanling replied to him, and then her profile picture turned gray, obviously she was offline.

Jiang Qin felt that there was nothing to worry about. His website, like his Weibo, took the path of fragmented reading. Having novels to read was icing on the cake, but having them was not a big deal.

But he was a little worried. Yao Yanling was the president of the literature club after all. If this incident affected the supply of manuscripts to the literature club, what would happen to the content of his website? He couldn't just rely on Cao Guangyu's pretentious posts, right? But what he didn't expect was that half an hour later, Dong Wenhao called him and said that the first batch of manuscripts had come out and wanted him to take a look. So Jiang Qin changed his clothes and went to the East School.

"I accidentally crossed the line with my girlfriend, what should I do?"

My boyfriend graduated first, recording the whole process of my long-distance relationship to the breakup

"It was my first time going to a hotel with my girlfriend, and I didn't know whether to say something or not"

"My ex-boyfriend has a cold, I went to take care of him, and my current boyfriend wants to break up with me?"

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

A total of twenty manuscripts were submitted by the literature club. After Jiang Qin's careful review, only eight were qualified.

Dong Wenhao felt a little embarrassed and kept explaining that it was the first time for everyone to take on such a writing task and they were not familiar with it enough, but the acceptance rate would definitely get higher and higher in the future.

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

"Aren't these the only eight that pass? Six dollars per piece, forty-eight is enough."

"I want to collect all the manuscripts submitted for the first time, whether they are good or not, in order to motivate them. If they can see the money as soon as they reach out, they will think that I am a generous boss. Your appeal in the community will also be stronger, and it will be easier to do things in the future."

Dong Wenhao took the money with a complicated look on his face: "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 Sister Yanling has been frowning today and said that you don't understand literature. Is there something wrong with the novel?"

"It's not a big problem. The novel is well written, with beautiful Chinese characters. But it just doesn't look good when put together. It's really weird." Jiang Qin shrugged.

“Does your website still accept novels?”

"I want to collect them, but there are too few good ones. I am doing business, not charity."

Dong Wenhao hesitated for a moment, then took out another manuscript from his schoolbag: "Then take a look at this one, how about it? Can you accept it?"

Jiang Qin took it and took a look with a suspicious look on his face. The title of the book was "You Are the Color of Fireworks in the World". He opened it and read it for a while, then frowned unconsciously: "It's quite good, very exciting, and very delicious. Who wrote this, and why did you hide it?"

"A former member named Shi Miaomiao."

"before?"

"I was scolded by Senior Sister Yanling and asked to quit the club. She said her writing lacked spirit and asked her not to waste her time here."

"7 per thousand words, ask her to promise to update it every day. The copyright of the novel belongs to me. If she agrees, I will take it."

As they were talking, the door of the literature club's activity room was suddenly pushed open, and Yao Yanling walked in. When she saw Jiang Qin, she was slightly stunned, then she turned a dark face and ignored him.

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

Yao Yanling picked up a pair of colorful flags from the right side of the activity room, then walked out without looking back.

"Don't mind it. That's how I am. I never allow others to deny my work." Dong Wenhao couldn't help but explain for Yao Yanling.

Jiang Qin waved his hand: "People like you who have dreams are worthy of admiration, unlike me, who only has a few stinky dollars."

“…”

(End of this chapter)

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