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Chapter 42: The Website Taking Shape
TL: Etude
On Saturday, a sudden rainstorm hit Lin Uy, washing away the sultrihat had lingered for many days.
The auto-reply system Su Nai had developed was already up and running on the website. The test results were quite satisfactory; the keyword triggers were very accurate, and the rate of fttery repetition wasn’t high, making it almost seem like real people were responding.
Jiang Qin specially shared the website link with Cao Guangyu but didn’t tell him about the bot. He just asked him to try posting to experie. This damn fool became more and more vihat he was the crème de crème.
“Old Jiang, this website you gave me is so iing, damn fun!”
At this moment, Cao Guangyu was sitting in front of his newly purchased puter, typing away on the keyboard with great pleasure.
Jiang Qin turned around nontly, “What’s so iing about it?”
“This is my first time showing off online, and the first time I’ve met so many people who agree with me. There’s even a girl who says she admires me. A true gem always shines, right? But they have no idea that I’m just putting on a light show, not even trying hard yet!”
“????”
Jiang Qin sneakily logged into the admin panel and saw that this guy had created a series of tinuous posts titled “My Uious Life as a Rich Sed Geion,” boasting in various ways.
He posted about his Nokia 5230, enting how trash it was and no wo was so cheap at 3000 yuan, not even parable to the Vertu he had used before.
Then he posted a picture of a BMW 5 Series, saying that he was going to buy a car after military training, hesitatiween BMW, Benz, and Cadilc. His family suggested he go all out a a Porsche, but he thought that would be too high-profile and not very retable.
These posts triggered a bunch of keywords, causing the reply bots to tinually dish out fttery.
All sorts of praises like “Brother, you’re so cool,” “I envy your life,” “You have araordinary literary talent, must be a desdant of a literary giant.” Cao Guangyu was so taken by these pliments that he kept replying to the bots, triggering more keywords, and receiving another round of fttery.
In this loop, Cao Guangyu felt like he had found the meaning of life.
Ren Ziqiang, watg from behind, was envious. Unfortunately, the website only had a PC version, so he couldn’t join in, feeling a bit regretful.
“People here speak so nicely, Old Jiang, when will the version be unched? I want to py too.”
“Soon, maybe the day after tomorrow.”
Jiang Qin looked at these two and sighed internally, thinking how this small dorm room happeo house two talents like Zhuge Liang and Pang Tong, able to have such fun with automated replies, uable, truly fug uable.
However, this also proved that his approach was right. Automatic replies could indeed create a certain degree of false prosperity, produg excellent effects in the early stages when there were very few users.
At ten in the m, the rain tinued, and the temperature at Lin Uy dropped sharply, feeling refreshingly cool.
Jiang Qin was washing his socks when he suddenly received an email from Yao Yanling of the Literature Club. It was a itled “Lonely City,” about a girl with autism who gets into a key uy with the encement of her entire css.
In the first ten thousand words, Yao Yanling, the senior sister, used an all-narrative writing style to delicately depict the girl’s loneliness, even writing a line about how her eyeshes seemed to exude a sense of solitude.
At ten yuahousand words, that meant a hundred yuan for ten thousand words.
Want to dig a hundred yuan from me?Maybe I should just call the police?!This is fug fraud!“Senior sister, the writing is indeed not bad, even an outsider like me feel a sense of loneliness.”
“Thank you for the praise, junior brother. Let’s settle at ten yuahousand words then, I’m giving you a dist.”
“But, senior sister, mine is a vulgar and low-level website, not suitable for such high-end works.”
“What do you mean?”
“Could you switch to a different genre? Don’t write inspirational literature. Write some vulgar, melodramatic stuff, like love triangles, affairs, things we love to read.”
“Junior brother, you just don’t uand literature. I guess I misjudged you!”
Yao Yanling replied with that, then her avatar turned grey, obviously going offline.
Jiang Qin didn’t care much; his website, like Weibo, was focused mentary reading. Having o read was just a bonus, not essential.
But he was a bit worried. After all, Yao Yanling was the president of the Literature Club. If this affected the tributions from the Literature Club, what would happen to the tent of his website? It couldn’t just rely on Cao Guangyu’s boastful posts, could it?
Uedly, half an hour ter, Dong Wenhao called Jiang Qin, saying the first batanuscripts was ready for review. So, Jiang Qin ged his clothes and headed to the East Campus.
Among the submissions from the Literature Club were titles like:
– “Actally Crossed the Lih My Female Best Friend, What Should I Do?”– “My Boyfriend Graduated Before Me, Doting My Journey from Long-Distaionship to Breakup”– “First Time Going to a Hotel with My Girlfriend, I Have Some Things I’m Unsure If I Should Say”– “I Cared for My Ex-Boyfriend When He Caught a Cold, and Now My Current Boyfriend Wants to Break Up?”– “What’s It Like Dating the Campus Belle? Absolutely Real!”
Out of the twenty manuscripts submitted by the Literature Club, o passed Jiang Qin’s careful review.
Dong Wenhao, feeling a bit embarrassed, expihat this was everyone’s first time taking on such a writing task and they were not yet familiar with it, promising that the pass rate would improve iure.
Jiang Qin waved it off and took out one hundred and fifty yuan from his wallet to give to Dong Wenhao.
“Shouldn’t it just be forty-eight yuan for the eight qualified pieces at six yuan each?”
“The first submission, good or bad, I want all of them to motivate them. Seeing mo hand will make them think I’m a generous boss, and your influen the club will grow stronger, making things easier iure.”
Dong Wenhao accepted the money with a plex expression, “Brother, your family does business, right?”
Jiang Qin pocketed his wallet, “No, I’m just araordinarily handsome guy with a humble background.”
Dong Wenhao hesitated before asking, “Senior Yao has been looking gloomy today, saying you don’t uand literature. Is there a problem with the novels?”
“No big issue. The novels are written well, all beautiful ese characters, but when put together, they’re just not appealing. Strange, isn’t it?” Jiang Qin shrugged.
“Are you still accepting novels for your website?”
“I want to, but there are too few good ones. I’m in business, not charity.”
Dong Wenhao hesitated, then took out another manuscript, “Then what about this one, ‘You are the Color of Fireworks in the World’? Would you accept it?”
Jiang Qiically took it and read a few lines, frowning slightly, “This is det, engaging and pelling. Who wrote this? Why did you hide it?”
“A former club member, Shi Miaomiao.”
“Former?”
“She was criticized by Senior Yao ahe club. Yao said her writing cked spirit and told her not to waste time here.”
“I’ll offer seven yuahousand words. If she agrees to update daily and the novel’s rights belong to me, I’ll take it.”
While they were speaking, the door of the Literature Club’s activity room suddenly opened, and Yao Yanling walked in. She paused briefly upon seeing Jiang Qin, then ignored him with a dark expression.
Her impression of Jiang Qin had been positive before, but not anymore. In her eyes, he was just a an who didn’t uand literature.
Yao Yanling picked up a pair of colorful fgs from the right side of the room a without looking back.
“Don’t mihat’s just how the senior is. She never allows ao criticize her work,” Dong Wenhao couldn’t help but expin.
Jiang Qin waved it off, “People with dreams like the senior are admirable, unlike me, who only has a little bit of money.”
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