It’s really worthy of being a literature club

Some doors once opened cannot be closed easily. Su Naisheng lay helplessly on the table, her blushing cheeks pressed against the cold desktop, but it couldn't cool her pounding heart.

  She felt that she was broken, and had been broken since she developed an inappropriate curiosity. She began to linger, marvel at the wonderfulness of the world, and even learned a few foreign words to express rejection.

  She is undoubtedly a bad girl.

  Jiang Qin coughed and changed the subject as if nothing had happened: "There is one more thing, Sunai, can you make a small program for me to reply automatically?"

  "Automatically reply?" Sunai raised his head slightly.

  "Just arrange some robots with virtual IDs to reply to each post with some panacea, such as "Wow, it's so well written, I'm moved", or "It's really awesome, so literary", so as to give the poster a sense of accomplishment."

  Sunai pushed his glasses: "I can copy a ready-made one from the Internet, modify the code, and see if I can use it directly."

  Jiang Qin knew there was a chance when he heard it, but still said earnestly: "Focus on work and watch less videos."

  "Woo..."

  Sunai collapsed on the table again, sadness flowing like a river.

  Jiang Qin stopped teasing her. It was agreed that even dogs wouldn't like a heart sealed with cement. If he teased her and got angry, it would not end well.

  "Junior, I'm leaving first."

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

  Jiang Qin pursed his lips. The little girl had seen all kinds of postures, so why should she be shy? He reached out and put the library card into his pocket, then turned around and left the library.The website has been built, but it is still an empty shell, just like a piece of composition paper that has just been distributed. The grids are square and neat, but there is no content.

  If you want a website to retain users, then it is necessary to provide enough information for them to browse for a long time.

  Jiang Qin decided to visit the literary club of Linda University and ask them to write some stories he made up.

  The Literature Society is a club under the name of the Literature Department, and the entire Literature Department 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 year, and every club is preparing for the recruitment activities, so Jiang Qin did not miss the opportunity. As soon as he entered, he saw a group of people making promotional boards.

  "Make the words 'Club Recruiting New Members' bold and preferably red to make them more eye-catching."

  "Hey, hey, hey, that guy over there, why are you just sitting there and not doing any work? Can't you see that everyone is busy?"

  Jiang Qin put his hands behind his back and gave blind instructions in the activity room. The sophomore guy who was slacking off looked at him and couldn't figure out what he was doing, so he could only put away his phone and start working.

  Finally, someone couldn't help it and looked up and asked, "Who are you?" Are you the new teaching assistant in the Department of Literature? You are too young.

  Jiang Qin gave a coquettish smile and said that he was just an ordinary freshman, but in return he received a warm greeting that was full of motherly connotations.

  However, after stating the purpose of the visit, someone still called the head of the literature club over.

  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 majoring in broadcasting and hosting.

  "Short stories about life, five yuan per thousand words. Can you write about anything?"

  Jiang Qin pondered for a moment: "What I need is a narrative story from the first perspective. It can be strange but not outrageous."

  Dong Wenhao was more interested in this matter: "Is it a made-up pseudo-documentary literature?"

  "Senior has a strong ability to summarize. That's probably what you mean. For example, I have three girlfriends and I am starting to manage my time efficiently. There is a secret that I would rather not tell even if my stomach rots for the rest of my life. What is it like to have a campus beauty girlfriend? The guy in Finance Class 3 is so handsome. These are some more controversial topics." "

  It's a bit like a promotional monthly magazine for a men's hospital? Something like a wife who gets pregnant unexpectedly after being separated for three years?"

  Jiang Qin was a little surprised: "President Dong has even read such a literary classic. I really didn't find the wrong person!"

  Yao Yanling couldn't help but interrupt: "Are you in the journal business?"

  "No, I run a website."

  "Then can your website serialize original novels?"

  Jiang Qin couldn't help but be stunned when he heard Yao Yanling's question.

  Serializing novels is a direction he has never considered, but if he wants to retain enough users on the website, following the updates may be a good way.

  But there is a problem with serialized novels. If the number of words is large, it will definitely increase the cost of royalties, and if it is not well written, no one will read it.

  "Serializing the novel is okay, but it has to pass my review first. I won't pay for something that has no value."

  Yao Yanling smiled confidently: "Actually, I have an original novel of my own, and the writing must be very good, but I am not satisfied with the price of 5 yuan per thousand words. It should be at least 10 yuan per thousand words."

  Jiang Qin shook his head: "I don't want writing style, I want it to be good-looking.

  " "A story with good writing must be good-looking. If you agree to 10 yuan per thousand words, I can organize some of it and send it to you."

  "What about the cooperation?"

  Dong Wenhao leaned forward slightly: "I will be responsible for the cooperation. We have sixty-seven registered members in our literary club, and the number of manuscripts will definitely satisfy you, but I have a request."

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

  "The manuscript fee is 6 yuan per thousand words. In this way, I will organize the writers and help you control the quality, and Senior Yanling will be mainly responsible for serialization. How about it?"

  After hearing this, Jiang Qin took a closer look at Dong Wenhao and felt that this guy had a sharper eye than Yao Yanling.

  It is true that serializing a long novel can earn more pay based on the length of the novel, but making money with sixty-seven people together can earn more than with two pairs of hands. Dong Wenhao took over the manuscript supply task right away, and he definitely smelled the profit.

  It seems that there are so many people around, 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 and not very interested in money. The reason she asked for ten yuan is actually to get recognition for her work.

  Look, my writing can be sold for ten dollars, but yours can only be sold for five dollars.

  If such a person is really talented, he will definitely achieve something. But I am afraid that his ambitions are too high and his life is too fragile, and he will end up being trapped in his own world and unable to get out.

  "Six dollars per thousand words is fine, but the manuscript fee should still be calculated at five dollars." Jiang Qin spoke to himself.

  A trace of confusion flashed in Dong Wenhao's eyes: "Since it is six yuan per thousand words, why is the manuscript fee still five yuan?"

  Jiang Qin grinned: "I can't let you help me for free, the other yuan will be your commission. Please help me strictly control the quality of the manuscript."

  "..."

  Dong Wenhao's breathing stagnated, and he involuntarily put down his crossed legs.

  He wanted six yuan originally because he wanted to take a yuan from each manuscript, but he didn't expect Jiang Qin to reveal it. What should have been a private matter became open. He got the money legitimately, but controlling quality changed from empty talk to a real work task.

  To put it simply, he instantly went from being an agent to a worker.

  "I'm the vice president. It's my duty to fight for the interests of the team members. I shouldn't take commissions. That's not good."

  Jiang Qin glanced at Yao Yanling next to him: "There is no such thing as working for free in the world. What do you think, Senior Yanling?"

  Yao Yanling felt that Jiang Qin's distribution method was more reasonable: "Wenhao, since you have to review content for the members, you should take some commissions." "

  Then... then I'd be disrespectful to refuse." Dong Wenhao agreed with an embarrassed look on his face.