A Website Gradually Taking Shape

Saturday, a rainstorm swept through Lin University, washing away the mugginess of the past few days.

Su Nai's automatic reply system was already running on the website, and the test results were pretty good. The keyword triggering was accurate, and the repetition rate of the rainbow farts wasn't too high, making it seem about six or seven parts like a real person.

Jiang Qin specifically sent the website address to Cao Guangyu without telling him about the robot, just letting him try posting to see how it felt. As a result, this dog ended up feeling more and more like he was the Hidden Dragon and Phoenix Chick.

"Old Jiang, this website you gave me is too interesting, it's so damn fun!"

Cao Guangyu was currently facing his newly bought computer, his fingers clattering on the keyboard, feeling ecstatic.

Jiang Qin turned around nonchalantly, "What's so interesting?"

"This is my first time showing off online, and it's also the first time I've encountered so many people who agree with me. There's even a girl who said she admires me. As expected, gold shines, but they don't even know that I'm just showing off a little, I haven't even tried hard yet!"

"?????"

Jiang Qin secretly logged into the administrator backend and took a look, discovering that this guy had created his own continuous post series called My Simple and Unadorned Rich Second Generation Life, showing off in various ways.

He posted a picture of his Nokia 5230, with the caption: This is really trash, no wonder it sells for only three thousand yuan, it can't compare to the Vertu I used to use at all.

Then he posted an online picture of a BMW 5 Series, saying that he was going to buy a car after the military training, hesitating between a BBC, and that his family wanted him to buy a Porsche in one step, but he felt that doing so was a bit too high-profile, afraid of his image being unapproachable.

These posts triggered a large number of keywords, resulting in a continuous stream of rainbow farts from the follow-up robots.

Things like Brother is so handsome, I'm so envious of brother's life, Brother's writing is brilliant, surely a descendant of a great writer. Cao Guangyu was so captivated by the flattery that he kept leaving messages and replies to the robots, triggering the keywords again, and getting a new round of rainbow farts.

After going through such a cycle, Cao Guangyu felt like he had found the meaning of life.

Ren Ziqiang, who was behind him, looked envious, but the webpage currently only had a PC version, so he couldn't play it, which made him feel regretful.

"The people here say such nice things, Old Jiang, when will the WAP version be online, I want to play too."

"Soon, maybe tomorrow or the day after."

Jiang Qin looked at these two guys and felt a bit emotional, thinking that his small dormitory actually had two talents, the Hidden Dragon and Phoenix Chick, who could chat so happily with automatic replies, invincible, truly invincible.

However, this also proved that his idea was right, automatic replies could indeed create a certain degree of false prosperity, and could produce excellent results in the early stages when there were very few users.

At ten o'clock in the morning, the rain continued to fall, and the temperature at Lin University dropped sharply, making it cool and comfortable.

Jiang Qin was rubbing his socks when he suddenly received an email from Yao Yanling of the Literary Society. After opening it, it was a novel called Lonely City, the content of which was about a girl with autism who was admitted to a key university with the encouragement of the whole class.

In the first ten thousand words, Yao Yanling used a full-narration writing style to meticulously describe how lonely the girl was, even writing a sentence that even her eyelashes exuded the taste of loneliness.

Ten yuan per thousand words, that ten thousand words would be a hundred yuan.

And she still wants to earn a hundred yuan from me? Should I just call the police?! This is a scam! "Senior, the book is really well written, even an amateur like me can feel a kind of loneliness."

"Thank you for your praise, junior. Then it's settled, ten yuan per thousand words, I'll give you a discount."

"But senior, I have a vulgar and low-level website, it can't include such high-end works."

"What do you mean?"

"Can you change the subject, don't write inspirational literature, write something vulgar and bloody, like a love triangle or a third party, we like to read that."

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

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

Jiang Qin didn't care at all. His website, like Weibo, followed the path of fragmented reading. Having novels to read was the icing on the cake, but not having them didn't matter much.

However, he was a little worried that Yao Yanling was, after all, the president of the Literary Society. What if this matter affected the Literary Society's submissions? What would happen to his website's content? He couldn't just rely on Cao Guangyu's bragging 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 see if they were okay. So Jiang Qin changed his clothes and went to the East Campus.

Accidentally Crossed the Line with My Female Best Friend, What Should I Do?

Boyfriend Graduated First, Recording the Whole Process from Long-Distance Relationship to Breakup

First Time Going to a Hotel with My Girlfriend, There Are Some Things I Don't Know Whether to Say or Not

Ex-Boyfriend Has a Cold, I Went to Take Care of Him, and My Current Boyfriend Wants to Break Up?

What is it Like to Date the School Beauty, Absolutely Real!

The Literary Society submitted a total of twenty manuscripts, and after Jiang Qin's careful review, only eight were qualified.

Dong Wenhao felt a little embarrassed and kept explaining that everyone was taking on such a writing task for the first time, and they weren't familiar enough with it yet, but the acceptance rate would definitely increase in the future.

Jiang Qin waved his hand, saying it was nothing, and then took out one hundred and fifty yuan from his wallet and handed it to Dong Wenhao.

"Aren't only these eight articles qualified? Six yuan per article, forty-eight is enough."

"It's the first submission, I want all of them, good or bad, to motivate them. If they can see money as soon as they reach out, they'll think I'm a generous boss, and your influence in the club will be stronger, making things easier in the future."

Dong Wenhao took the money, his expression a little complicated, "Old bro, is your family in business?"

Jiang Qin stuffed his wallet into his pocket, "No, I'm just an ordinary, but handsome guy."

"..."

Dong Wenhao put the money in his pocket, hesitated for a long time, and then opened his mouth again, "Senior Yao Yanling has been wearing a dark face all day, saying you don't understand literature. Is there a problem with the novels?"

"No big problem, the novels are okay, all beautiful Chinese characters, but they just don't look good when combined, it's really strange." Jiang Qin shrugged.

"Then does your website still accept novels?"

"I want to, but there are too few well-written ones. I'm doing business, not charity."

Dong Wenhao hesitated, and took out another manuscript from his bag, "Then see how this one is, can you accept it?"

Jiang Qin took it over with a suspicious look, the title was You Are the Color of Fireworks. He flipped it open and took a look, then frowned unconsciously, "It's got some skill, the hype is good, the flavor is addictive, who wrote this? Why did you hide it?"

"A former member, named Shi Miaomiao."

"Former?"

"Senior Yao Yanling scolded her and told her to leave the club, saying her writing had no inspiration and told her not to waste her time here."

"Seven yuan per thousand words, let her guarantee daily updates, the copyright of the novel belongs to me, if she agrees, I'll take it."

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

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

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

"Don't mind, senior is just like that, she never allows others to deny her work." Dong Wenhao couldn't help but explain for Yao Yanling.

Jiang Qin waved his hand, "People with dreams like senior are admirable, unlike me, I only have a few stinky coins."

"..."