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.
"Old Jiang, this website you gave me is so interesting, it's really fun!"
Cao Guangyu was facing the newly bought computer at this time, typing on the keyboard in his hand, feeling so happy.
Jiang Qin turned around calmly: "What's so interesting about it?"
"This is my first time showing off online, and it's also the first time I met so many people who agree with me. There's even a girl who said she admires me. It's true that gold will shine. But they don't know at all. I was just pretending superficially. I haven't put in any effort at all!"
"????"
Jiang Qin secretly logged into the administrator's backend and took a look. He found that this guy had created a series of posts by himself, called My Simple Life of a Rich Second Generation, full of all kinds of showing off.
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. What ? 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 rainbow farts.
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 speak so nicely. Lao Jiang, when will the wab version be online? I want to play it, too." "
Soon, tomorrow or the day after tomorrow."
Jiang Qin looked at the two of them and felt a little impressed. He thought to himself that my small dormitory actually has two talented people, Crouching Dragon and Phoenix Chu, and they can have such a great chat with the automatic reply. I'm 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 still want to make a hundred dollars from me?
How about I call the police? !
This is a fucking scam!
"Senior, the book is really well written. Even an outsider like me feels lonely."
"Thank you for the praise, junior. Let's make a deal on ten yuan per thousand words. I'm giving you a bargain."
"But senior, 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 bloody, like love triangles, third parties, etc. We like to read them."
"Junior, you don't understand literature at all. I misjudged you!"
Yao Yanling replied to him, and then her avatar 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. After all, Yao Yanling was the president of the literature club. If this incident affected the club's submission of manuscripts, what would happen to the content of his website? He couldn't just rely on Cao Guangyu's pretentious posts, right?
However, 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 to see if they were okay. So Jiang Qin changed his clothes and went to the East School.
"I accidentally crossed the line with my female best friend, what should I do? "
"My boyfriend graduated first, recording the whole process from long-distance relationship to breakup"
"The first time I went to a hotel with my girlfriend, there were some things I didn't know whether I should say or not"
"My ex-boyfriend caught 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? Absolutely true! "
A total of twenty manuscripts were submitted by the Literary Society. After careful review by Jiang Qin, 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 eight the only ones that passed? Six dollars per piece, forty-eight is enough."
"For the first submission, I'll take all of them, good or bad, in order to motivate them. If they can see the money as soon as they reach out, they'll think I'm 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 expression: "Brother, your family is in business, right?"
Jiang Qin put the wallet into his pocket: "No, I'm just a handsome guy with an ordinary background."
"..."
Dong Wenhao put the money into his pocket, hesitated for a while and then spoke again: "Senior Yanling has been frowning today and said that you don't understand literature. Is there something wrong with the novel?" "
There's no big problem. The novel is well written. They are all beautiful Chinese characters, but they just don't look good when put together. It's really fucking weird." Jiang Qin shrugged.
"Does your website still accept novels?"
"I want to, but there are too few good ones. I'm doing business, not charity."
Dong Wenhao hesitated for a moment and took out another manuscript from his schoolbag: "Then take a look at this one. 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". After flipping through it and taking a look, he frowned unconsciously: "It's of some standard, very exciting and very appealing. Who wrote it and why did you hide it?"
"A former member named Shi Miaomiao."
"Before?"
"She was scolded by senior sister Yanling and quit the club. They said her writing lacked spirit, and told her not to waste her time here."
"Seven thousand words, let's do it. Ask her to promise to update it every day. The copyright of the novel belongs to me. If she agrees, I will accept it."
As they were talking, the door of the literature club's activity room was suddenly pushed open, and Yao Yanling walked in from outside. When she saw Jiang Qin, she was slightly stunned, and then she ignored him with a dark face.
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 hands: "Senior sister, people with dreams are worthy of admiration, unlike me, who only have a few stinky money."
"..."