Born Again: A Journey of Love Rediscovered Novel Chapter 41

Once some doors are opened, they cannot be closed.

Su Naisheng lay helplessly on the table, her crimson cheeks pressed against the cold tabletop, but it could not cool down her tumultuous heart.

She felt that she was broken, and she had been broken since she had undue curiosity. She began to linger, began to lament the wonderfulness of the world, and even learned a few foreign languages to express rejection.

She is undoubtedly a bad girl.

John Qin coughed and changed the subject nonchalantly: "One more thing, Susan, can you make me a small program that automatically replies to posts?"

"Automatic reply?" Susan raised his head slightly.

"I just arrange some robots with virtual IDs to reply to each post with some snake-oil rainbow farts. Wow, it's so well written that I'm all wet. Or it's really cool, it's so literary, and so on." Give the poster a sense of accomplishment."

Susan pushed up his glasses: "I can copy a ready-made one online, change the code, and see if it can be used directly."

John Qin knew there was something going on as soon as he heard it, but he still said seriously: "Work first, watch less videos."

"Ugh..."

Susan fell on the table again, sadness flowing back into the river.

John Qin stopped teasing her. He had agreed that even dogs with cement hearts would not like her, so if she got angry, it would not end well.

"Senior sister, I'm leaving first."

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

John Qin pursed his lips. The little girl had seen all the eighteen postures. Why was she so shy? He put his library card in his pocket, then turned around and left the library.

The website has been built, but it is still an empty shell, just like the composition paper that was just handed out. The grids are square and neat, but there is no content.

If you want a website to retain people, it is necessary to have enough information to browse for a long time.

John Qin decided to visit the literary club in Linda and ask them to write some stories he had made up.

The Literary Club is a club under the name of the Literature Department, and the entire Literature Department is now on the East Campus. John Qin does not have a car, so he can only walk all the way there. Fortunately, it is the beginning of the semester, and every club is doing activities to recruit new students. Prepare, so John Qin did not miss the chance. As soon as he entered, he saw a group of people making publicity boards.

"The four words "Invite New Members to the Society" should be made bolder, preferably in red, to make them more eye-catching.

"Hey, hey, that guy over there, why are you sitting here and not working? Don't you see everyone is busy?"

John Qin put his hands behind his back and gave random instructions in the activity room. The sophomore brother who was fishing took one look at him and was not sure what he was doing, so he could only put away his mobile phone silently and start working.

Finally, someone couldn't help it any longer, raised his head and asked, "Who are you? Are you the new teaching assistant from the Literature Department?" Too young.

John Qin showed a coquettish smile and said that I was just an ordinary freshman, but in exchange I received a very affectionate and cordial greeting.

However, after expressing his intention to come, someone still called the person in charge of the literary club.

One is the president, Yao Yanling, who is a junior this year, majoring in Chinese language and literature.

One is Vice President Dong Wong, a sophomore this year, majoring in broadcasting and hosting.

"Short life stories, for five yuan per thousand words, can I write anything?"

John Qin pondered for a moment: "What I need is a narrative style story from a first-person perspective, which can be bizarre but not outrageous."

Dong Wong is more interested in this matter: "Is it just a fabricated pseudo-documentary?"

"The senior's generalization ability is very strong. That's probably what it means. For example, I have three girlfriends and I have started to manage my time efficiently. I would rather keep my stomach rotten for the rest of my life without telling the secret. What is it like to have a girlfriend who is a school belle? That guy in the third class of Finance is really Handsome, it’s just some of the more controversial topics."

"It's a bit like a monthly promotional magazine for men's hospitals? What about a wife who has been separated for three years and gets unexpectedly pregnant?"

John Qin was a little surprised: "President Dong has even read such a literary masterpiece. I really found the right person!"

Yao Yanling couldn't help but interrupt: "Are you a journal publisher?"

"No, I run a website."

"Can your website serialize original novels?"

John Qin couldn't help but be stunned when he heard Yao Yanling's inquiry.

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

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

"Novel serialization is also possible, but it must pass my review first. I will not pay for things that have no value."

Yao Yanling smiled confidently: "Actually, I have an original novel myself. The writing style must be very good, but I am not satisfied with the price of five thousand words. At least it will cost more than ten yuan per thousand words."

John Qin shook his head: "I don't want writing, I want it to look good."

"A well-written story must be good to read. If you agree to pay ten yuan per thousand words, I can compile part of it and send it to you to read."

"What about cooperation?"

Dong Wong leaned forward slightly: "I will be responsible for the cooperation. Our literary club has sixty-seven registered members. The number of contributions will definitely satisfy you, but I have a request."

John Qin leaned back in his chair slightly: "Let's talk about it."

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

After hearing this, John Qin took another look at Dong Wong and felt that this guy's eyesight was sharper than Yao Yanling's.

Serialized novels can certainly earn more remuneration based on length, but bringing together sixty-seven people to make money is more than two pairs of hands. Dong Wong immediately grabbed the manuscript supply, and he definitely smelled the profit.

It seems that among so many people in Laida, I am not the only one looking for ways to make money.

On the other hand, Yao Yanling is actually more obsessed with literature and not very interested in money. The reason why she wants ten yuan is actually to get recognition for her work.

Look, my words can be sold for ten yuan, but yours can only be sold for five yuan.

If such a person is really talented, he will definitely achieve something, but he is afraid that his heart will be as high as the sky and his life as thin as paper, and he will eventually be trapped in his own world and cannot get out.

"Six yuan per thousand words is fine, but the manuscript fee should be calculated as five yuan." John Qin said, minding his own business.

Dong Wong's eyes flashed with confusion: "Since it's six yuan for a thousand words, why is the manuscript fee still five yuan?"

John Qin bared his teeth and smiled: "You can't let the seniors help you in vain. The other part will be used as your commission. Could you please help me strictly control the quality of the manuscript?"

Dong Wong's breath was stagnant, and his crossed legs lowered involuntarily.

He asked for six yuan because he wanted to get a piece of each manuscript, but he didn't expect that John Qin would tell the truth. What was supposed to be a private matter was made public, and he got the money justifiably. , but quality control has turned from an empty talk into a real work task.

To put it simply, he went from being an agency to working part-time in an instant.

"I am the vice president. I should fight for the interests of my team members. I should not take commissions. This is not good."

John Qin glanced at Yao Yanling next to him: "There is no such thing as working in vain and not eating. What do you think, Senior Yanling?"

Yao Yanling thinks John Qin's distribution method is more reasonable: "Wong, since you have to review content for members, you should get some commission."

"Then...then I'll be disrespectful." Dong Wong agreed with a look of embarrassment on his face.

John Qin chewed his teeth after hearing this, but was disrespectful. He was so damn educated. He really deserved to be a literary club. He could ask for money to be so fresh and refined.