Once some doors are opened, it really doesn't mean that they can be closed once they are closed.
Su Naisheng lay on the table lovelessly, her blushing cheeks pressed against the cold table, but it couldn't cool her chug heart.
She felt that she was broken, and it was broken after she developed a curiosity that she shouldn't have. She began to linger, lamented how wonderful the world is, and even learned a few foreign languages to express her rejection.
She was, without a doubt, already a bad girl.
Jiang Qin coughed, and changed the topic as if nothing had happened: "One more thing, Su Nai, can you make me a small program that automatically replies?"
"Automatic reply?" Su Nai raised his head slightly.
"It's just to arrange some robots with virtual IDs to reply to each post with some panacea rainbow farts. Gives the poster a sense of accomplishment."
Su Nai pushed down his glasses: "I can go to the Internet to copy a ready-made one, 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 earnestly: "Focus on work, watch less videos."
"Woo..."
Su Nai fell down on the table again, sad and sad.
Jiang Qin didn't tease her anymore, and he agreed that cement-sealed dogs wouldn't love her, and if he got angry, it wouldn't end well.
"Sister, I'm leaving first."
"Thank you senior, let's go quickly..."
Jiang Qin pursed his lips. The little girl had seen all eighteen postures, so why was she so shy? He put his hand into his pocket and turned around to leave the library.
The website has been completed, but it is still an empty shell, like a composition paper that has just been sent out. The grids are square and neat, but there is no content.
If you want a website to retain people, the information that is browsed for a long time is necessary.
Jiang Qin decided to go to the literature club of Linda University and ask them to write some stories that he made up.
The Literature Club is a club under the name of the Department of Literature, and the entire Department of Literature is now in the East Campus. Jiang Qin has no car, so he can only walk all the way there. Fortunately, it is the beginning of the school season, and every club is doing something to recruit new students. Prepared, so Jiang Qin didn't miss out. As soon as he entered, he saw a group of people making publicity boards.
"The four words of the society accepting new ideas are bolder, and it is best to change them to red, which is eye-catching."
"Hey, that guy over there, why are you sitting and not working? Didn't you see that everyone was busy?"
Jiang Qin, with his hands behind his back, directed blindly in the activity classroom. The sophomore brother who was fishing looked at him, not sure what he was doing, so he could only silently put away his phone and start working.
Finally, someone couldn't bear it any longer, raised his head and asked who are you, are you a new teaching assistant from the Department of Literature? It's too young.
Jiang Qin showed a coquettish smile and said that I was just an ordinary first-year freshman, but in exchange for it, I received a very warm greeting with a very high mother content.
However, after expressing their intention to come, someone still called the person in charge of the literature club.
One is the president Yao Yanling, a junior this year, majoring in Chinese language and literature.
One is the vice president Dong Wenhao, a sophomore this year, majoring in broadcasting and hosting.
"Small life stories, five yuan per thousand words, can you write anything?"
Jiang Qin pondered for a while: "What I need is a narrative style story from the first perspective. It can be bizarre but not outrageous."
Dong Wenhao is more interested in this matter: "Is it a fake documentary literature made up?"
"Senior's ability to generalize is very strong. That's probably what it means. For example, I have three girlfriends and I start to manage my time efficiently. I would rather have a bad belly than tell the secret for the rest of my life. What is it like to have a school girl? Handsome, these are some more controversial topics."
"It's a bit like a monthly promotional magazine for a men's hospital? What kind of thing is it that you have been separated for three years and your wife gets pregnant unexpectedly?"
Jiang Qin was a little surprised: "President Dong has even read such a famous literary work. I really didn't find the wrong person!"
Yao Yanling couldn't help interjecting: "Are you a journal?"
"No, I run a website."
"Then can your website serialize original novels?"
Hearing Yao Yanling's question, Jiang Qin couldn't help being taken aback.
The serialization of novels is a direction he has never considered, but if he wants to keep enough users on the website, it may be a good way to follow up.
But there is a problem with serialized novels. If there are too many words, it will definitely increase the cost of the manuscript fee, and if the writing is not good, no one will really read it.
"Serialization of novels is also possible, but it must pass my review first, and I will not pay for worthless things."
Yao Yanling smiled confidently: "Actually, I have an original novel myself, and the writing must be very good, but I am not satisfied with the price of five thousand words, at least ten thousand words or more."
Jiang Qin shook his head: "I don't want writing, what I want is to look good."
"A well-written story must be beautiful. If you agree with a thousand words and ten dollars, I can sort out a part and send it to you for reading."
"What about the cooperation?"
Dong Wenhao leaned forward slightly: "Let me be responsible for the cooperation. There are sixty-seven registered members in our literary club. The number of contributions must satisfy you, but I have a request."
Jiang Qin leaned back in his chair slightly: "Tell me."
"The manuscript fee is six yuan per thousand characters. In this way, I will organize writers to help you control the quality, and Senior Sister Yanling will be mainly responsible for the serialization. How about it?"
After Jiang Qin heard this sentence, he took another look at Dong Wenhao, and felt that this guy had a sharper gaze than Yao Yanling.
It is true that serializing novels can get more salary based on the length of the film, but bringing together 67 people can make more money than two hands. Dong Wenhao snatched the manuscript contribution when he came up, and he definitely smelled the benefits.
It seems that there are so many people coming to the university, and I am not the only one who is trying to make money.
On the other hand, Yao Yanling is actually more obsessed with literature than money. The reason why she asks for ten yuan is to get recognition for her works. UU reading www.uukanshu.com
Look, my words can sell for ten yuan, but yours can only sell for five yuan.
If such a person is really talented, he will definitely achieve something, but he is afraid that his heart will be higher than the sky, his life will be thinner than paper, and he will eventually fall into his own world and cannot get out.
"Six yuan per thousand characters is fine, but the manuscript fee should be calculated at five yuan." Jiang Qin said to himself.
Dong Wenhao's eyes flashed with confusion: "Since it is six yuan per thousand characters, why is the manuscript fee still five yuan?"
Jiang Qin bared his teeth and smiled: "You can't ask senior Bai to help you. The other piece will be your commission. Please help senior to strictly control the quality of the manuscript."
"..."
Dong Wenhao's breathing was stagnant, and Erlang's legs were involuntarily lowered.
He asked for six yuan because he wanted to get a piece from each manuscript, but he didn't expect Jiang Qin to tell the truth. It was supposed to be a private matter but it was made public. The money he took was justified. However, the control of quality has changed from an empty talk to a real task.
To put it simply, he changed from an intermediary to a part-time worker in an instant.
"I'm the vice president. It's right to fight for the interests of the team members. I shouldn't take a commission. It's not good."
Jiang Qin glanced at Yao Yanling next to him: "In the world, there is no such thing as Baigan who doesn't work without food. What does Senior Sister Yanling think?"
Yao Yanling felt that Jiang Qin's distribution method was more reasonable: "Wen Hao, since you want to review the content for the members, you should get some commission."
"Then...then I will be disrespectful." Dong Wenhao agreed with a face of embarrassment.
Jiang Qin gritted his teeth when he heard this, but he was disrespectful. He is really fucking educated. He really deserves to be a fucking literary club. He can ask for money so fresh and refined