AI copywriting?All copied wrong!

Song Ze shook his head decisively: "Absolutely not!"

"Shall I build an automatic signature machine, preset dozens of similar but different signature tracks in advance, and let it sign?"

Song Ze hesitated: "...Can't you sign it yourself?"

"Of course it's okay if the quantity is small, but if the quantity is large..."

Tang Ping counted how many strokes there were in the word "care".

There are 6 strokes of the word "Guan" and 10 strokes of the word "爱".

If you sign a name for 16 times, 1000 will be sixteen thousand. If you sign 10, it will be one million six thousand, no, 100 million!

Even if the amount is reduced to 100 million, it will take several days and nights to sign 24 hours a day?

Just thinking about it made Tang Ping take a breath of air and his mouth felt stiff in pain.

"I regret it," he said.

"What?" The employees at the table became nervous.

Tang Ping was very melancholy:

"Why did I choose the complicated name 'Care'."

"If I give a very simple name, like 'AI' - no, there are still too many strokes - '丨一丨'!"

"It's simple and cute. Wouldn't it be beautiful if it could be read as emoji?"

As Tang Ping spoke, he took three chopsticks and made a sign like "丨一丨".

Magazine employee: "..."

That's really simple and cute.

But what do other people call you?

111?

three one?

Third aunt?

Congratulations to writer Tang Ping, who is nicknamed Third Aunt!

Chen Xiao said it as a joke.

After Tang Ping heard this, he breathed a sigh of relief:

"I thought it was some kind of nickname, but it turned out to be Third Aunt. It's okay, as long as it's not Third Young Master."

Everyone is confused, why can't it be the third young master?

"But it's too late for you to change your pen name now."

Song Ze spread his hands and said:

"It's better to practice as soon as possible and learn how to sign faster."

Victor raised his hand: "I can do this."

He picked up a few chopsticks, held them between his fingers, and taught Tang Ping:

"If you do this, you can sign several books at a time, and your efficiency will at least quadruple. It's very fast."

"And because it is difficult to control the four pens, each signature will inevitably have subtle differences, and it is almost impossible to be exactly the same."

"Wow," Tang Ping exclaimed, "Emei is self-operated (amazing, surprising)!"

Yan Yao reminded quietly:

"But this is not copying homework on a piece of paper."

"And there are height differences among several books. If they are stacked together and signed, you can only sign the bottom or top, but not the middle."

"There seems to be this problem..." Victor thought for a few seconds.

Sit back.

Although he wanted to say that as long as he studied more, there would be no problem.

But after thinking about it, Tang Ping probably didn't have that much time and was busy signing super fast signatures.

I will not talk about it.

After dinner.

A dozen people wandered around again.

Experienced rural life such as picking strawberries.

At night, Tang Ping's cell phone vibrated, and the unruly editor, who had been screwed for three days, gave a speech after returning to the factory.

Fairy Tale Empire Editor·Jie Ao:

"After three days of working in the factory to drive screws, I feel that I have learned a lot. 』

"The team leader had a lot of harsh words. I had diarrhea one day in the cafeteria, and the bed board in the dormitory was so hard that I could break my bones." 』

“But these hardships are nothing compared to the materials collected. 』

“I am convinced of what I insist on: young writers who write behind closed doors should go out and learn more. 』

"Even if you don't go into the factory, it's always good to do odd jobs, hand out leaflets as a waiter, and try it out for three to five days. 』

After lying on the bed and reading Editor Jieao's remarks, Tang Ping groaned.

Liked.

Electronics factory deserter, Tang Ping, reports!

Within a few seconds, the editor Jieao sent a message.

Fairy Tale Empire Editor Jie Ao: "How was the game?" 』

Ashley, her surname is Ai, who wants to marry her: "It's okay. Yesterday was not interesting. Today is not interesting, but there are some things that are interesting." 』

Fairy Tale Empire editor Jie Ao: "That's pretty good."I plan to find opportunities to visit other factories in the future, or work part-time in coffee shops, milk tea shops, etc. 』

Fairy Tale Empire Editor Jie Ao: "Are you interested in going with me?" 』

I want to marry Ashley and her surname is Ai: "I think I'm most likely not interested..."

Oh my god, is this unruly editor addicted to part-time work?

Will he be too addicted to part-time work in the future? Suddenly tell him:

"Tang Ping, I realized one thing from my short working life——"

"Editors have their limits. The more you focus on reviewing manuscripts, the more you realize there is nothing you can do."

Then Tang Ping said to himself: "What exactly do you want to say?"

Editor Jieao shouted:

"I'm no longer an editor, 'Care'!"

...If in this way, the curve fulfills the wish of the editor Jieao.

Tang Ping didn't know whether to say that all this was the end of fate, or to lament something else.

Fairy Tale Empire editor Jie Ao: "Really? It's a pity. I thought I could have a companion." 』

Chapter 182: Ordinary ([-] words)

The vacation went by in a flash.

Experienced many projects such as water rafting, watching waterfalls, and visiting the ruins of old villages.

These days, two small groups among six writers are taking shape.

The small group of Tang Ping, Lin Nan, and Victor, and the small group of three male writers whose pen names Tang Ping still hasn’t remembered yet.

Apart from eating and drinking at the same table every day, the two parties basically do their own thing and try not to disturb each other.

The magazine employees saw all this, and in their hearts... some people were more anxious.

"Brother Chen, do you think they can get closer to each other? After all, they are both writers here."

"Yes, Brother Chen, is there anything we can do? If a group of people feel that they have gone away and stop submitting articles, it will be a loss for us."

The bald Chen Xiao, who had been consulted repeatedly because he was the oldest, reluctantly interrupted the chat with his precious daughter, raised his head and said:

"There will be people who have fun together and people who can't. Isn't this normal? Why are you so anxious?"

"And there's no point in being anxious. If it were useful, I would have been anxious already."

"Then we just let them become more and more alienated?" The pot-bellied employee scratched his hair.

As a slightly...strong boy known as Xiaochuang, he has been smiling and being kind to others since he was a child.

Because friends who had seen each other and played well several times were divided into several factions, and they gradually became estranged and eventually stopped communicating with each other. Even the once harmonious magazine club almost fell apart.

When he saw this situation with a strong sense of déjà vu, he felt panicked.

Chen Xiao shook his head and said:

"Let's not worry about it so much. If we worry about it too much, it will only make people angry."

"If you really want to do something, go ahead and pay the bill."

"Uh - forget it then." Xiaopang hesitated.

"Brother Chen, what is the event today?" Tang Ping came over and asked after eating and drinking.

Before Chen Xiao could answer, Xiaopang rushed to answer:

"Today we go hiking!"

"Mountain climbing?" Tang Ping was alert, "Is it the kind of mountain climbing where you push people down when you reach the top?"

"...Although the top of the mountain is indeed very steep, how could such a thing happen? We are here for vacation, not filming a suspense drama." Xiaopang was speechless.

Maybe this is the writer's imagination.

When I think of climbing a mountain, I immediately think of the steepness of the mountain top, immediately think of murder, and immediately think of "one of us is the murderer who pushed the person down."

The writer's imagination can only make such a leap at this moment.

——But we are a team building for fairy tale writers!

He is not a suspense writer or a mystery writer, so he is good at this.

Chen Xiao thought and said:

"If I remember correctly, there is indeed a steep section on the top of the mountain. That area is still under development. It is said that a cable car will be built in the future."

"Looking down from the top of the mountain, you can see a stream with ninety-eight bends among the green mountains, as beautiful as fluttering blue silk."

"Surrounded by silk and satin, a large-scale mud house village has long been deserted, with broken roof tiles and crumbling yellow walls."

"The scenery there is beautiful, with a sense of desolation and grandeur, but you need to be extremely careful when overlooking the green mountains, clear water, and yellow villages."

"Because there is a large slope at the top of the mountain and there is no guardrail. If you don't pay attention and slide down, you will only fall hundreds of meters off the cliff."

"Well, maybe you can pray. When you fell, you were hung by a tree on the cliff. You were lucky enough to save your life. You also accidentally discovered a hidden cave on the cliff. After entering, you found a unique secret book?"

Chen Xiao said and laughed out loud.

His expression was full of nostalgia. When martial arts novels were popular, he once fantasized about jumping off a cliff and finding adventures, and from then on he achieved extraordinary feats.

Unfortunately, a friend later became obsessed with reading martial arts novels and boldly jumped off the cliff. Now the pine tree at the tomb is five or six meters high.

Chen Xiao smiled and told the incident as a story to everyone who gathered around.

After everyone heard this, they were quite shocked.

"Are you telling the truth? I've never heard you say that before." Xiaopang asked.

Chen Xiao spread his hands:

"Of course it's fake."

"Why are you looking at me like that? What you writers are best at is making up stories. I've seen a lot and I've learned a little bit from it. I can sell it now, can't I?"

He is not confident and strong.