AI copywriting?All copied wrong!

"He is quite capable. He has suppressed inflammation and did not stand on a tree to urinate."

Tang Ping: "..."

what?

“In addition to this, he also has an unnamed brother who was brought into the police station because he was too sneaky.

"I have to say that you are quite tough. I bit you to death just because I wanted to see if you were here with me, and I didn't tell you who fell down.

"That's it. I wonder if it can add some inspiration to your new work."

The head teacher picked up the remote control and turned off the TV, got up and walked to the bedroom:

"I'm going to bed. You probably can't sleep. You can do whatever you want, as long as you don't break the law."

"Oh, good night."

After watching the head teacher enter the master bedroom and close the door, Tang Ping pondered for a moment.

Take out your phone and turn it on.

Ignore the new messages you receive and open your browser to check the corresponding news.

Soon I saw the whole process of Dahuang Youth's self-report, as well as the comments of many netizens, as well as the popularity of the news.

After reading it, Tang Ping was speechless.

Brother, you are using your life to heat me up.

Fortunately, when he fell, he hit the ground with his legs first. If he hit the ground head first, he might have twisted his neck and he would have gone to the west by now.

"Why is there such a weird thing in the world?"

Tang Ping shook his head and turned off the news.

Open chat software.

Let’s get in touch first...it seems like there’s nothing I need to contact Editor Jieao.

There are no new articles.

You can't have awkward conversations during other people's working hours late at night.

Tang Ping flipped through the contact list and saw that Tangtang's editor's profile picture was actually on, showing "Mobile Online".

He clicks on his profile picture and sends a message.

The one who was supposed to arrive was late and asked: "Editor Tangtang, I have written the beginning of a long fairy tale. Do you want to read it?" 』

Chapter 121 Care?Guan Yuan! (four thousand words)

At the same time, there was a barbecue stall under the Windmill Rider Magazine.

"So, I can't be this bad editor for a day longer!"

Editor Tangtang took a big gulp of beer, let out a big sigh of relief, and drunkenly complained to several colleagues:

"Great writers don't look down on me at all. Some of them talk back to me even though I have such a good attitude and humility towards them!

"Medium-level writers don't take me seriously either. They chatter about me and try to pigeonhole me. But if they don't pigeonhole me, they just treat me like a junkyard and treat me like a recycling bin.

“Because I was the one who approached them, the little writers’ nostrils turned up to the sky, as if I was humble because I was the one who took the initiative.

"Not to mention the new writers, who are arrogant and self-righteous. They say, 'I think this manuscript of mine is worth 300 words per thousand'..."

"Brother! You get 300 for a thousand words! You can get 100 for a thousand words because I took the Suxiao Jiuxin Pill, covered my heart and pinched my nose to admit it! Do you know how unsightly what you wrote is?

"Asking him to revise the manuscript was like killing his own mother. He immediately turned his back on me and said, 'What do you mean, do you know how to write? You are a loser with no vision, and you edit, get out!' He blocked me."

Editor Tangtang was crying while taking a sip of wine. Several other editors nodded in agreement. They also experienced similar experiences.

Even if the price is higher, there are still no big writers willing to contribute to their magazine.

Although the mature and stable middle-level writers were willing to come, they were not interested at all and showed their perfunctory expression on their faces.

A young writer who has just entered the industry has always been criticized by editors in the past. It is rare that an editor takes the initiative to find him and takes the opportunity to criticize the editor who takes the initiative.

As for the new writers who are not yet in the industry...it’s okay not to talk about their experiences.

An editor wearing glasses with a childish look like a college student asked the editor Tangtang with a blushing face:

"Tangtang, haven't you received submissions from the recently popular 'Care' before, "The Fire Hidden Ninja"?

"At that time, you were so scared that you didn't dare to disturb him because he was about to take the college entrance examination. Now that he has finished the college entrance examination, the storm seems to have passed. How is it?"

Another short editor with darker skin and a rustic appearance also asked:

"Yes, "The Fire Hidden Ninja" is well written, isn't it? It's a rare manuscript that can be used in a big way, although I don't know why the protagonist is not from our country.

"You were so excited to invite us to dinner, even though it was just a box lunch."

Editor Tangtang didn't want to mention this matter, she just wanted to wait in silence for it to pass slowly.

But when asked about it by his colleagues, he drank a glass of wine with his head tilted back, waved his hands with a sad face and said:

"Forget it, I don't want to write the 'Care' article anymore. Then he said that he is not good at writing long fairy tales and doesn't want to contribute to me anymore."

"Ah - Fairy Tale Empire! You are so despicable! You are asking someone to write a manuscript when they are about to take the college entrance examination. You only want money and no heart!"

Editor Tangtang frantically held her head and shouted, causing diners at other tables to look over.

"But it seems that 'Guan Ai' is a top student." The young editor whispered.

The rustic editor nodded in agreement:

"Although the way you care about his future is very considerate, the way you cut off contact without understanding the situation in advance is really... stupid."

Editor Tangtang's expression became even more bitter, her Adam's apple rolled, and she drank another glass of bitter wine:

"Don't scold me, don't scold me. I'm just an ordinary person with three books. Most of the writers I know are from ordinary universities or junior colleges, so I take it for granted that his academic performance is average."

If I had known earlier, writer Guan Ai was a top student.

Editor Tangtang definitely didn't cut off contact on the spot, but hugged Guan Ai's thick and powerful thigh and licked her.

It's too late to say anything now, the writer's care has been picked up by the Fairy Tale Empire.

Although he is not sure how long "Care" can last in the terrifyingly powerful fairy tale empire, he is destined to lose the writer he was once optimistic about for as long as he can.

"Ugh."

Editor Tangtang let out a long sigh.

regret.

In short, I am very sorry.

He poured himself another glass of wine, raised it above his head, pointed it at the bright moon, and said in a trance:

“Once, a promising writer submitted a manuscript to me, but I didn’t cherish it.

"If God can give me another chance, I will sign him without hesitation."

"Ding dong" the phone rang.

Editor Tangtang didn't care.

It was just some new writer who didn't know that the editor had to get off work, so he came to talk to him about writing in the middle of the night.

He ate a mutton skewer with tons of loose duck meat, and his throat ached with bitter wine.

As an editor here, he can't even eat real mutton skewers with firm meat, but can only eat fake duck skewers.

"Ding dong" the phone rang again.

Editor Tangtang took a bite of chives sprinkled with condiments and drank another glass.

It's not delicious at all. This barbecue restaurant is not good at craftsmanship and is simply out to cheat money.

What’s the point of doing this job?

"Ding dong" the phone rang again.

"boom!"

The editor calmly put the wine glass on the plastic table.

"Fuck it, quit it!"

With flushed cheeks, he took out his mobile phone and opened the chat software, and under the influence of alcohol, he cursed and deleted all the writers who made him angry.

Go to hell, you little bastards, I won’t serve you anymore!

Gu Gu A Cun?scold!

Little drummer?delete!

Curse, curse, curse, delete, delete, delete, delete!

While cursing and deleting, editor Tangtang said "huh?"

He seemed to see a strange dialog box. The avatar looked a little familiar but the ID was a little unfamiliar.

Never mind, delete——

"Calm down, Tangtang!" Editor Qingse grabbed the phone from editor Tangtang, "It's true that people don't want to take this forced class, but life is important, you have to live!"

The rustic editor nodded in agreement: "Tangtang, you drank too much. Now you feel good deleting it. Tomorrow when you sober up, you will have to add it back one by one with a smiling face."

"Ah ah ah, I don't care. I won't do this crappy job. The worst I can do is write fairy tales again. Why should I be so angry at [-] yuan a month!"

Editor Tangtang shouted and stretched out her hands, trying to snatch the phone back from the young editor.

The young editor blocked editor Tangtang with one hand, and used the other hand to check which writers had been scolded and deleted.

Suddenly, he shouted in surprise:

""Pinocchio"? Guan Aai submitted another manuscript to you?"

"What puppet-ah?" Editor Tangtang was stunned.

After reacting, he hurriedly grabbed the phone from the young editor's hand and quickly looked at the chat history.

The one who was supposed to arrive was late and asked: "Tangtang Editor, I have written the beginning of a long fairy tale. Do you want to read it?" 』

The one who was supposed to arrive did not arrive, and the one who was late asked: "The document of "The Beginning of Pinocchio (Pinocchio)" - waiting to be received"

The one who was supposed to arrive did not arrive, and the one who was late asked: "Although it does not meet the requirements of your company, I think the writing is okay." 』

Editor Tangtang has just read three messages and is about to reply.

Writer Guan Ai sent two more messages.

The one who was supposed to arrive did not arrive, and the one who was late asked: "Although normally I shouldn't bother you at this time, I saw that you are online, so I sent it first." 』

Those who were supposed to arrive did not arrive, and those who were late asked: "If you see it, don't rush to reply. I have only sent it to you for now. If you are not working overtime now, just wait until tomorrow during normal working hours to review the manuscript and get back to me." 』

"Wow," the young editor who came over to read the news exclaimed, "that's quite considerate."

The rustic editor also came over to take a look: "Are you sure you want to resign? If so, I will contact him?"

"...Let me first read what he wrote.

"Oh, don't come so close to me. You smell like alcohol and stink!"

Editor Tangtang pushed the two away and looked at her phone carefully by herself.

Accept submissions.

Click to read.

Although my head was dizzy, it became relatively sluggish under the influence of alcohol.

But he quickly became addicted to it, watching the nameless monkey puppet struggling to become a real person in the village.

Until he finally gained the approval of the whole village and traveled across mountains and rivers to go to the school, even the hunter who had always disapproved of the monkey puppet helped him get rid of a cunning fox...

The story ends abruptly, and the book is "To be continued".

Editing Tangtang with his mind numb, he still scrolled down a few times out of habit before he realized that it was over.

"It's really well written."

The young editor's admiration came from behind.

"Although it does not match the burning element that our club focuses on."