Born Again: A Journey of Love Rediscovered Novel Chapter 42

On Saturday, a shower hit Linda, washing away the sweltering heat for many days.

The automatic reply system created by Susan has already started running on the website. The test results are pretty good, the keyword triggering is very accurate, the repetition rate of the rainbow fart is not high, and it is already 60-70% like a real person.

John Qin specially gave the URL to Charles Cao without telling him about the robot, but just asked him to try out the experience of posting. As a result, the more he played with Dogecoin, the more he felt that he was the best among people.

"Lao John, this website you gave me is so interesting, it's so fun!"

Charles Cao was currently facing the computer he just bought, the keyboard in his hand was typing loudly, and he was so happy that he flew away.

John Qin turned around calmly: "Where's the fun?"

"This is my first time pretending to be cool online, and it's also the first time I've met so many people who agree with me. There's even a girl who says she admires me. Sure enough, gold will shine, but they don't know at all. I'm just pretending. , not using any force at all!"

John Qin secretly logged in to the administrator's backend and took a look, and found that this guy had created a series of posts called My Simple Life of a Rich Second Generation, all kinds of pretentiousness.

Showing off my Nokia 5230, the caption is really rubbish. No wonder it is so cheap at 3,000 yuan. It is incomparable to the Rittal I used.

Then he posted an online picture of a BMW 5 Series, saying that he would buy a car after military training. He was hesitant between the BBC and his family asked him to buy a Porsche in one step, but he felt that doing so was a bit too high-profile and he was afraid that his image would not be close to the people.

These posts triggered a lot of keywords, resulting in a continuous stream of rainbow farts from the comment bots.

Why is my brother so handsome? I am so envious of my brother's life. He has great literary talent and must be a literary giant. Charles Cao was so beaten that he couldn't stop leaving messages. He kept replying to the robot's messages, triggering the keyword again, and got another round of rainbow farts.

After just such a circle, Charles Cao felt as if he had found the meaning of life.

Zachary Ren looked at it with an envious look on his face, but this page currently only has a PC version, so he couldn't play it, so he couldn't help but feel regretful.

"The people here are so nice to talk to, Lao John. I want to play when the wap version will be online."

"Hurry up, it'll be tomorrow or the day after tomorrow."

John Qin looked at these two guys and sighed in his heart. He said to himself that in this small dormitory, I actually have two talented people, Crouching Dragon and Phoenix. They can chat so well with automatic replies. They are invincible. They are 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 at noon, the shower continued and the temperature in Linda dropped sharply, which was refreshing and comfortable.

John Qin was rubbing his socks when he suddenly received an email from the literary club Yao Yanling. When he opened it, it was a novel called "The Lonely City". The content was probably about an autistic girl who was encouraged by everyone. The story of getting admitted to a key university.

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 smell of loneliness.

Ten dollars for a thousand words, ten thousand words for one hundred dollars.

Do you still want to make a hundred dollars from me?

How about I call the police? !

This is a fucking scam!

"Senior sister, the writing is really good. Even a layman like me feels a kind of loneliness."

"Thank you for the praise, junior fellow student. Then we agreed to give it ten yuan for a thousand words. I'll give you an advantage."

"But senior sister, this is a vulgar and low-level website that cannot include such high-end works."

"what do you mean?"

"Can you change the subject, don't write inspirational literature, write something vulgar, about polyamory, third parties, etc. I'd love to read it."

"Junior, you don't understand literature at all. I guess I've misjudged the person!"

Yao Yanling replied to him, and then her avatar turned gray, obviously offline.

John Qin felt that it didn't matter. His website, like Weibo, followed the path of fragmented reading. Having novels to read was the icing on the cake, but it didn't hurt to not have them.

But he is a little worried. Yao Yanling is the president of the literary society after all. If this incident affects the literary society's supply, what about the content of his website? You can't just rely on Charles Cao's pretentious posts, right?

But what he didn't expect was that Dong Wong called him half an hour later, saying that the first batch of manuscripts had come out and wanted him to see if they would work. So John Qin changed his clothes and tossed about Came to the East School.

"I accidentally crossed a boundary with my best friend, what should I do?"

"My boyfriend graduated first, recording my whole process from long-distance relationship to breakup"

"The first time I went to a hotel with my girlfriend, I didn't know whether to say something or not"

"My ex-boyfriend has a cold, I'm going to take care of him, but my current girlfriend wants to break up with me?"

"What is it like to fall in love with a school beauty? It's absolutely true!"

There were a total of twenty manuscripts submitted by the literary society. After careful review by John Qin, only eight were qualified.

Dong Wong felt that he was losing face, so he kept explaining that it was the first time for everyone to take on such a writing task, so they were not familiar enough, and the rejection rate would definitely get higher and higher in the future.

John 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 Wong.

"Aren't these eight articles the only ones that are qualified? One article costs six yuan, so forty-eight is enough."

"This is the first time I submit a manuscript, whether it's good or bad, I want to mobilize their enthusiasm. They can see the money as soon as they reach out. They will think that I am a very generous boss, and your appeal in the club will be stronger." The stronger it is, the easier it will be to do things in the future."

Dong Wong took the money with a complicated expression: "Brother, your family is in business, right?"

John Qin stuffed his wallet into his pocket: "No, I'm just a handsome guy with an ordinary background."

Dong Wong stuffed the money into his pocket, hesitated for a while and then spoke again: "Sister Yanling has been saying with a dark face today that you don't understand literature. Is there something wrong with the novel?"

"It's not a big problem. The writing of the novel is okay. They are all beautiful Chinese characters, but the combination just doesn't look good. It's really fucking weird." John Qin shrugged.

"Does your website still accept novels?"

"I want to accept it, but there are too few good ones. I am doing business, not charity."

Dong Wong hesitated for a moment, then took out another manuscript from his schoolbag: "Then what do you think of this? Can you accept it?"

John Qin took it and read it with a suspicious look on his face. The title of the book was "You Are the Color of Fireworks in the World". He opened it and glanced at it twice before unconsciously frowning: "It's a bit standard, it's refreshing, and it tastes great." , who wrote this, and why did you hide it?"

"A former club member named Mimi Shi."

"before?"

"I was scolded by senior Yanling and quit the club. She said her writing was not inspiring and told her not to waste time here."

"Qian Zi Qi, let her promise to update it every day. The copyright of the novel belongs to me. If she agrees, I will accept it."

While they were talking, the door of the literary club activity room was suddenly pushed open, and Yao Yanling walked in from the door. She was slightly stunned when she saw John Qin, and then ignored him with a dark face.

She had a very good impression of John Qin before, but not now. In her eyes, John Qin is just an ordinary person who doesn't understand literature.

Yao Yanling picked up a pair of colorful flags from the right side of the activity room and went out again without looking back.

"Don't mind, my senior sister never allows others to deny her works." Dong Wong couldn't help but explain for Yao Yanling.

John Qin waved his hand: "Senior, people with dreams like me are worthy of admiration. Unlike me, I only have a few bad guys.