Truly worthy of the Literary Society

Some doors, once opened, can't just be closed.

Su Nai lay lifelessly on the desk, her flushed cheeks pressed against the cool surface, unable to cool her throbbing heart.

She felt broken, ever since she developed an inappropriate curiosity. She began to linger, marveling at the wonders of the world, and even learned a few foreign phrases to express refusal.

She was, without a doubt, a bad girl now.

Jiang Qin coughed, casually changing the subject, "There's something else, Su Nai, can you make me a program that automatically replies to posts?"

"Automatic replies?" Su Nai raised her head slightly.

"It's about arranging some virtual ID robots to reply to each post with some generic compliments, like 'Wow, this is so well written, I'm moved to tears,' or 'This is amazing, so talented,' to give the poster a sense of accomplishment."

Su Nai pushed up her glasses, "I can copy an existing one online, modify the code, and see if it can be used directly."

Jiang Qin knew there was a chance, but still said earnestly, "Focus on work, watch less videos."

"Ugh..."

Su Nai collapsed on the desk again, her sadness overflowing.

Jiang Qin stopped teasing her. He had promised to seal his heart with cement, so he shouldn't provoke her too much.

"Junior, I'm leaving now."

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

Jiang Qin pursed his lips. This little girl has seen all kinds of positions, what's there to be shy about? He reached into his pocket to put away the library card, then turned and left the library.

The website was built, but it was still an empty shell, like a newly issued piece of writing paper, the boxes neat and tidy, but lacking content.

To keep people on a website, a long period of browsing information is essential.

Jiang Qin decided to visit the Lin University Literary Society and ask them to write some stories he made up.

The Literary Society was a club under the Department of Literature, and the entire Department of Literature was now in the East Campus. Jiang Qin didn't have a car, so he had to walk all the way there. Fortunately, it was the beginning of the semester, and each club was preparing for recruitment, so Jiang Qin didn't miss out. As soon as he entered, he saw a group of people making promotional boards.

"Make the words 'Club Recruitment' bolder, preferably in red, to make it eye-catching."

"Hey, you over there, why are you sitting there doing nothing? Can't you see everyone is busy?"

Jiang Qin, with his hands behind his back, was giving random directions in the activity room. A senior in his second year, who was slacking off, glanced at him, unsure of who he was, and could only silently put away his phone and start working.

Finally, someone couldn't help but ask, "Who are you? Are you a new teaching assistant in the Department of Literature? You're too young."

Jiang Qin gave a suave smile and said, "I'm just an ordinary freshman," which earned him a very impolite greeting.

However, after explaining his intentions, someone called the person in charge of the Literary Society.

One was the president, Yao Yanling, a junior majoring in Chinese Language and Literature.

The other was the vice president, Dong Wenhao, a sophomore majoring in Broadcasting and Hosting.

"Life stories, five yuan per thousand words, can we write about anything?"

Jiang Qin pondered for a moment, "I need first-person narrative stories, which can be bizarre but not outrageous."

Dong Wenhao was more interested in this, "So it's a fake documentary type of literature?"

"Senior has a strong ability to summarize, that's roughly the idea, for example, 'I have three girlfriends and I started managing my time efficiently,' 'A secret I would rather rot in my stomach for the rest of my life than tell,' 'What is it like to have a campus belle girlfriend,' 'That boy in Financial Class 3 is so handsome,' just some more controversial topics."

"A bit like the men's hospital's promotional monthly? Like 'My wife of three years is unexpectedly pregnant'?"

Jiang Qin was a little surprised, "President Dong has even read such literary masterpieces, I really didn't come to the wrong place!"

Yao Yanling couldn't help but interject, "Are you doing a journal?"

"No, I'm running a website."

"Then can your website serialize original novels?"

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

Serializing novels was a direction he had never considered, but if he wanted to keep enough users on the website, following updates might be a good way.

But there was a problem with serializing novels, if the word count was high, it would definitely increase the cost of manuscripts, and if it wasn't well written, no one would read it.

"Serializing novels is fine, but they must pass my review first. I won't pay for anything without value."

Su Nai smiled confidently, "Actually, I have an original novel of my own. The writing is definitely good, but I'm not satisfied with a price of five yuan per thousand words. It should be at least ten yuan or more."

Jiang Qin shook his head, "I don't need good writing, I need something that's good to read."

"A story with good writing is definitely good to read. If you agree to ten yuan per thousand words, I can organize a portion and send it to you for a look."

"What about the cooperation?"

Dong Wenhao leaned forward slightly, "I'll be responsible for the cooperation. Our Literary Society has sixty-seven registered members, so the number of submissions will definitely satisfy you, but I have a request."

Jiang Qin leaned back in his chair slightly, "Tell me about it."

"Six yuan per thousand words. This way, I can organize the writers and help you control the quality, while Senior Su Nai will mainly be responsible for the serialization. What do you think?"

After hearing this, Jiang Qin took another look at Dong Wenhao, feeling that this guy had a sharper eye than Su Nai.

Serializing a long novel can certainly earn more money through length, but making money with sixty-seven people is much better than with just two hands. Dong Wenhao stepped up and grabbed the submission matter, definitely smelling the scent of profit.

It seems that among so many people at Lin University, he's not the only one trying to find ways to make money.

In contrast, Su Nai is actually more obsessed with literature and not very interested in money. The reason she wants ten yuan is actually to have her work recognized.

Look, my writing can sell for ten yuan, but yours can only sell for five.

If such a person really has talent, they will definitely achieve something, but the problem is when their ambitions are higher than the sky and their fate is thinner than paper, and they end up trapped in their own world, unable to get out.

"Six yuan per thousand words is fine, but the payment will still be calculated at five yuan," Jiang Qin said to himself.

A trace of confusion flashed in Dong Wenhao's eyes, "If it's six yuan per thousand words, then why is the payment still five yuan?"

Jiang Qin grinned, "We can't let you help for nothing, Senior. The extra yuan will be your commission. I'll trouble you to strictly control the quality of the manuscripts."

"..."

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

The reason he wanted six yuan was originally to take a commission of one yuan from each manuscript, but he didn't expect Jiang Qin to expose it in one sentence. What should have been a private matter was brought out into the open. He was taking this money legitimately, but controlling the quality changed from empty words into a real work task.

Simply put, he instantly went from being an agent to a worker.

"I'm the vice president, so it's my duty to fight for the interests of the members. I shouldn't take a commission. That's not good."

Jiang Qin looked at Su Nai next to him, "There's no such thing as working for nothing in this world, Senior Su Nai, what do you think?"

Su Nai felt that Jiang Qin's distribution method was more reasonable, "Wenhao, since you have to review the content for the members, it's right for you to take a commission."

"Then... then I'll accept it with gratitude." Dong Wenhao agreed with a troubled expression.

Jiang Qin clicked his tongue, Accept it with gratitude, he really is cultured, truly worthy of the Literary Society, even asking for money can be so refined and unconventional.