AI copywriting?All copied wrong!

The plagiarism of the previous Autumn Nights across time and space might turn into a "boomerang" that would spin over his head, leaving him unable to speak clearly.

The editor of Tangtang made some calculations and decided to slow down "Pinocchio", which was clearly of good quality, and give priority to "The Frog Prince", whose details were still unclear.

...I am afraid it will be at least a few months before I write about the wonderful later period that my writer friends say.

Stroke your hair.

Editor Tangtang sighed sadly.

I typed a reply helplessly.

Windmill Knight Editor No. 1 Tangtang: "Okay... (Mao Mao feels wronged.jpg)"

Windmill Knight No. 1 Editor Tangtang: "Teacher Guan Ai, you have visited the Fairy Tale Empire. When will you come to our Windmill Knight?" (Cat is jealous.jpg)』

Windmill Knight No. 1 Editor Tangtang: "Although our Windmill Knight is definitely not as luxurious as Fairy Tale Empire, it is still a nice little magazine. The decoration is quite new and the layout is very warm. It feels like home!" (Cats are strong even when they are not straight-forward.jpg)』

Playing a game for the first time, I almost won the gold after blocking the bronze and guarding the silver: "I will definitely do it next time.jpg." 』

After chatting for a few more words, the conversation with editor Tangtang ended.

Tang Ping put down his phone.

Go to Windmill Rider Magazine?

It is not impossible.

But when I thought about the person I was going to meet when I went there, it was a transvestite editor.

Tang Ping felt a little scared.

It's not that I'm afraid of being ripped off.

That kind of thing doesn't exist, he is a very upright man!

But how should we get along with the transvestites?

Should we treat each other as brothers and sisters, or should we treat each other politely and politely as women?

And although he has nothing, not even talent, he has a pretty handsome appearance and a pretty good voice.

What if this transvestite takes advantage of me?

Tang Ping thinks this possibility is unlikely.

But it has to be guarded against.

In short, the visit to Windmill Rider Magazine is postponed for the time being.

Even if you go to the Dove of Peace to see if the environment there is really as shabby as the AI ​​painted it, it would be a priority over going to the Windmill Knight.

He picked up the controller and continued playing the game.

At the same time, in the Pigeon of Peace magazine.

"So, it can be said that the quality of this issue's manuscripts has plummeted?"

The bald Chen Xiao reached into his pocket and wanted to take out a cigarette in annoyance.

Remembering that there were many people in the magazine who didn't smoke, he put down his cigarette and lighter again.

"Yeah." After finishing her routine review, Yan Yao rubbed her brows tiredly.

After losing the work of Teacher Guan Ai and failing to find the next pillar, the quality of the magazine will inevitably decline.

Fortunately, things are much better now than in the most difficult and desperate situation.

At that time, I ate corn kernels from the text garbage heap produced by Mengxin. Now I eat at least half of the corn cob.

"Didn't any of the writers I scouted agree?" Chen Xiao asked again.

Yan Yao shook her head: "Someone agreed, but the price was sky-high and the quality was arbitrary. It's too much."

Chen Xiao held the cigarette in his purse again.

His hand twitched several times, but he finally didn't take out the cigarette and light it.

Shan Shan took out his left hand, pinched it unconsciously, and sighed.

"Ugh……"

Yan Yao buried her head deeply.

Chen Xiao said in a low voice:

"Although we know it, we definitely can't rely on favors to force Teacher Guan Ai to stay with us.

"But if I really lose it, I still feel at a loss."

Obviously enough time has been left to find someone.

But there are no good writers who meet the requirements.

Come to think of it.

How can it be so easy to find a writer who is comparable to Teacher Guan Ai, or slightly inferior?

He is a talented writer who first joined "Fairy Tale Empire" and made waves among fairy tale readers with his magical "Little Red Riding Hood and the Big Bad Wolf".

"If it doesn't work, let's go find Teacher Guan Ai again?" The pot-bellied employee looked at Yan Yao and asked tentatively.

Before Yan Yao spoke, Chen Xiao shook his head decisively:

"Forget it, he has his future, and we have ours.

"Moreover, we pushed him out repeatedly before, and even President Song Ze agreed.

"Now you are so shameless and want to get him back. Don't you think it's funny?"

The employee with thick glasses nodded solemnly.

More than funny.

And it seems that Teacher Guan Ai is regarded as a little dog, coming and going away as soon as he is called.

"Then are we just going to stare until death?" The pot-bellied employee covered his stomach in distress, "Then we will slowly fall down, become uncared for, lifeless, and eventually the company will be abandoned?"

"It shouldn't be that miserable," said the employee with thick glasses. "It's more likely that he would stay for a few months or a few years before resigning one after another and going their separate ways."

Caring for teachers is about the future of loving teachers, and the Pigeon of Peace Magazine has the future of the Pigeon of Peace Magazine.

These employees, of course, have their own futures.

The pot-bellied employee is still a little unwilling to give up:

"How about I go and ask Teacher Guan Ai privately.

"The review of "Fairy Tale Empire" is so strict, no matter how good he is, he can't pass every article.

"Let's just take a few bites of the leftovers from "Fairy Tale Empire". It doesn't want it, but we want it. It's enough for us to live happily."

The employees in the magazine fell into silence.

This makes sense.

It just loses face.

But think about it carefully, how much is face worth?

Isn’t it just a matter of begging for food in the literary world? In fact, it’s almost the same to find other outstanding writers.

"I agree with this proposal." The employee with thick glasses said.

"Me too."

"Me too."

Several employees spoke out one after another.

They all looked at Yan Yao.

Chen Xiao glanced at them and his eyes fell on Yan Yao.

Waiting for the editor's decision.

Yan Yao buried her head deeply, not meeting their gazes or responding to their requests.

She held her phone, pressed the power button with a click, and watched the lock screen wallpaper light up.

Press the power button again and look at yourself reflected in the darkened screen.

The pot-bellied employee couldn’t sit still:

"Sister Yaoyao, just let me rush you once!"

"Even if I have to go, I will go." Yan Yao said softly.

Her thumb with a peach-colored manicure pressed hard on the power button. With just a few grams of force, she could press the switch and light up the screen.

In the dark and clean screen, she stared into the eyes of her own reflection.

“But, you should be more sensible and sober.

"Don't forget that with his way of writing, when one manuscript passes but several others fail, what is the most likely scenario?"

Several employees opened their mouths, breath stuck in their throats.

In the way that caring teachers are written, the most likely scenario...

No communication is required.

They all remembered the three "Snow White" stories.

Suppose that Tang Ping adopted the same approach in "Fairy Tale Empire" and gave several stories with the same theme, the same main line, and different plot interpretations at once.

Even if "Fairy Tale Empire" carefully selects one of the best, it will eliminate one or two that are less good.

When they pick up the remaining two articles and come back from the trash, they will only bump into the published article.

"Then if we change it..." The fat-bellied employee said this, but he felt unconfident.

change?

The main thread running through the whole text, what should be changed?

Even if nouns are replaced and scenes are covered, readers can still see at a glance:

Hey, did you copy this story from someone?Why are they so similar?

Maybe "Fairy Tale Empire" will send a lawyer's letter as soon as possible after finding out.

The Dove of Peace magazine once again fell into silence.

As in recent times, it will burst out from time to time.

"Then you should at least ask." The pot-bellied employee said weakly.

No matter how slim the hope is, you should always ask.

What if.

This was the useless hope he had when he entered a desperate situation.

Every employee knows what this contingency is.

Complaints are just complaints after all. Courage suddenly breaks through the hurdle and then dissipates into the bottomless pit.

Each employee worked independently, but the workload was reduced, and they were not in the mood to work. One or two of them were fishing.

"what?"

The pot-bellied employee came across a video and expressed surprise.

The employee next to him glanced at him, and as soon as his eyes returned to his screen, he said "huh??" and then glanced past him.

The strange appearance attracted attention, and the remaining employees discovered the strangeness of the pot-bellied employee.

They stretched their necks to look at the screen, and luckily they saw among the crowds of people that they seemed to be standing alone on the podium, doing something unknown.

"Fuck you, bullshit!"

The pot-bellied employee suddenly clapped his legs in excitement.

But because he was too excited, the back of his hand hit the table hard, and then fell back to his thigh with a "snap". He let out a long "hiss" in pain, and his face instantly became ferocious.

This sound finally attracted the attention of all employees.

"What the hell?" an employee couldn't help but ask.