AI copywriting?All copied wrong!

Discussion spread again.

But this time, it has nothing to do with Tang Ping and Autumn Nights.

Tang Ping went to the hotel and got a room with a bathtub, where he could take a bath and rest to relieve his fatigue.

I ran away twice a day, and the movements were so big that I almost strained my tendon.

My body is still too weak now, so I need to strengthen exercise, train and study!

Autumn Night Song closed the door and jumped up and down in the second bedroom. He wanted to drink and curse, but he was afraid that people outside the door would hear him, so he could only curse in a low voice.

He felt that his image was crumbling, that his sanity was disintegrating. He felt that he was holding on to the rope and was about to climb out of the pit, but he was kicked down with a "bang".

He pinched his phone like a paper-skinned walnut, trying to see how he was being evaluated on the Internet.

But as soon as I entered the main interface, I pressed the power button hard again to turn off the lit screen.

He smashed his cell phone on the sofa, the remote control on the sofa, and the beer can he hadn't finished last night on the sofa.

Only when he occasionally misses and makes a loud noise when something falls to the ground will people outside the house guess that he might be throwing something.

Later, the occasional sound stopped.

Qiu Yequ slumped on the wet sofa, staring at the ceiling as if in a daze, motionless.

Until the night got late and people dispersed.

A call came into his cell phone.

This phone call seemed to wake up an old corpse. The corpse's bloodshot eyes turned sluggishly and looked at the scratched screen.

Autumn Night Song has already set up Do Not Disturb Strangers.

This call was again made by editor Lin Qing.

He stretched out his hand stiffly and pressed connect.

"General Manager Guan of Yoshi Interactive Entertainment said that if you cannot clarify the originality of "Your Majesty's Costumes", the adaptation will be suspended."

Editor Lin Qing's voice was very calm, as if announcing an external matter that had nothing to do with her:

"At the same time, according to the contract, when a major scandal occurs in Party B and seriously affects the smooth progress of the project, the contract will also become invalid, and Party A reserves the right to sue you, Party B."

Autumn Night Song: "..."

"Don't you have anything to say?"

"...What's there to say?" Qiu Yequ said, her voice hoarse. "Will others believe it if I say it? It's over."

"That's why I communicated with the other party so politely."

Editor Lin Qingdao:

“Writing can be done by anyone who is literate, from a billionaire scientist to a neighborhood security guard and a vegetable vendor.

"You never know who the person who is talking to you wearing a pseudonym is in real life, or whether he or she may have unimaginable energy behind him and be able to easily do things that are beyond your reach."

Autumn Night Song said nothing.

"In the final analysis, even if you don't admit plagiarism and borrowing, even if it is not original, other people will not be able to understand it. Famous writers always want to lose face, and they can't lose face by saying that they were inspired by small writers.

"But to this day, I still can't understand why you insist on saying that he plagiarized you. What's your motivation?"

"Did you call just to ridicule me?" Qiu Yequ interrupted Lin Qing and asked.

His breathing was heavy again.

Editor Lin Qing was silent for two or three seconds and sighed softly.

“You found me over there again.

"Say that the author cares and is willing to forgive you, recognize the originality of your Majesty's Flowers, and settle the matter, but there are three conditions."

Autumn Night Music is silent, just listening.

“The first condition is that you must publicly apologize to him for accusing him of plagiarizing you.

"The second condition is that all the money you make through "His Majesty's Costumes" must be divided [-]-[-] with him."

"Why should I give him [-]% of the money I earn?" Qiu Yequ blurted out.

Editor Lin Qing sighed: "Thirty percent is yours, and [-]% belongs to others."

Qiu Yequ was furious and stood up and cursed:

"Damn Tang Ping, you're going too far!"

"Tang Ping? I see..."

Editor Lin Qing paused and said:

“Asking for a high price and paying back the money on the spot are all negotiable.

"The important thing is that people are willing to discuss it with you, do you understand?"

The autumn night song is speechless, only anger is breathing.

“The third condition is that you also publicly declare that you will spend some money, whether you participate in his donation or make your own donation, in short, do a good deed.

"Think about it yourself. I'll send you his contact information. If you think about it, call him yourself - I won't be the mouthpiece in the middle.

"Also, Autumn Night Song, I think this might be a good thing for you."

"A good thing?" Qiu Yequ raised his voice, feeling so angry that he felt chest tight and wanted to laugh.

I thought I was bullying a young writer who was not popular, but I ended up being shaken and beaten up by countless people. How is this a good thing?

Editor Lin Qingdao: "This article "His Majesty's Hua Shang" proves that you still have the power of writing. At the same time, the failure of plagiarism in your first attempt will also make you give up the luck of continuing to plagiarize..."

"Okay, don't say so many useless things." Qiu Yequ said impatiently.

He hung up the phone and threw it on the sofa. Scenes of key scenes from the incident to this moment flashed through his mind.

It shouldn't be like this.

At what point did you go wrong?

Do you think that a humble caring attitude is nothing to be afraid of, and you are just a little writer who wants to ride on his popularity?

Are you embarrassed to admit that what you drew from is not classic literature, but love fairy tales?

Having an inferiority complex, do you think editor Lin Qing looks down on yourself?

……

"The clown's autumn night is calling, the clown's autumn night is calling."

In the hotel, Tang Ping was sitting on the bedside playing with his mobile phone when a call came in.

He said "yo" and answered the phone:

"I didn't expect you to actually call me."

There was silence on the other end of the phone.

"Hey?"

"..." Still silent.

"If you don't speak, I'll hang up."

Finally, the hoarse voice of Autumn Night Music sounded: "Seventy percent is too much, can you... be less?"

You could tell he was having a hard time talking.

It seemed like just a few words took all my strength.

"Okay," Tang Ping readily agreed, "should I say June 5.5th and you say May 4.5th, and then the deal will be done at 5.25:4.75, or will it be done in one step, [-]:[-]?"

"...5.25:4.75."

"Don't say it so weakly. I just want a little more than half of this article. Can you just write the next one and make money?"

Tang Ping smiled and said:

"Of course, if you are still willing to draw inspiration from me, then the follow-up share can be discussed. The more you draw, the more discounts you will get.

"Although we are writers, we are all business writers. Everything is about money. As long as the money is in place, you can ask me to turn around and learn from you."

Even though he said this, anyone with a clear ear could tell that it was just a joke.

Autumn night music is silent.

Tang Ping continued:

"As for doing good deeds, I believe you also understand that this is to whiten yourself. How much money you decide to spend is entirely up to you.

"Apology and charity, I suggest you talk about it together tonight so that I can publicly forgive you and acknowledge you before going to bed at 12:[-].

"It won't be too late for us to discuss the sharing of shares in detail tomorrow. Maybe it can lead to long-term cooperation?

"Is there anything else? If nothing happens, I'll hang up first."

"……there is none left."

"Beep, beep..." The phone hung up.

Tang Ping laughed, took a sip of water, and continued playing on his phone.

That night, it wasn't even past twelve o'clock.

Tang Ping saw a broadcast notification.

Entering the live broadcast room, the protagonist is Autumn Night Song.

Under the dim light, his face was haggard, and the majestic appearance at the press conference was no longer visible between his brows, and he was very lost.

Tang Ping took a closer look at the name of the live broadcast room and felt that it looked extremely familiar:

【My Confession】

He laughed dumbly: Good guy, you also copied the name of the live broadcast room, right?

As the barrage scrolled, many netizens also made the same ridicule.

The Autumn Night Music has been silent, like a death row prisoner about to go to the gallows.

It wasn't until the time reached 12 midnight that his Adam's apple rolled and he spoke hoarsely:

"Here, I would like to apologize to Tang Ping, the author Guan Ai.

"I'm sorry, I clearly got the inspiration from him, but I said he plagiarized me."

After a short delay.

A large number of question marks instantly appeared on the barrage:

"? ? ? ? ? 』

What, Guan Ai is Tang Ping? !

Let me copy, is Tang Ping’s friend really himself? ? ! !

Qiu Yequ's tone was low, and she told the general situation of the matter sentence by sentence.

Although it was intermittent and the logic jumped from time to time, the literati's basic language narrative ability still allowed the audience in the live broadcast room to understand the whole story.

It turns out that love released kindness from the beginning, but Autumn Night Song did not cherish it!

"boom!"

Autumn Night Song banged his head on the table, shaking the live broadcast phone three times.

"I'm really sorry! I did something that seriously violated the professional ethics of a writer, and I also did something that was degrading to my personality!

“I, I, I don’t know what’s wrong with me these days, but now I suddenly wake up, as if I’ve been dreaming.

“I was blinded by inferiority and blinded by arrogance.

“I climbed out of the pit on someone else’s rope, but I regarded the rope as my own and even cursed the real owner of the rope!

"I hope to get Tang Ping's understanding from Teacher Guan Ai, I hope to get everyone's understanding, I hope...

"I will also participate in Tang Ping's scholarship program, and I will donate a sum of money. The money I earned from "Your Majesty's Costumes"..."

As Qiu Yequ spoke, his voice became increasingly choking.

He couldn't control himself and cried bitterly in front of the camera, looking very remorseful.