AI copywriting?All copied wrong!

If you can't publish it to this website, who has nothing to do to downgrade it and lower the manuscript fee to publish it in a sub-journal?

As for this editorial department...

To be honest, there's really not much to see.

It’s just a neat workspace, so what else can it do?

He is not the editor-in-chief. The editor-in-chief has his own small office. The other editors, even the three well-known editors, have cubicles.

Tang Ping glanced across the editors.

Although there are several editors, one glance at fitness experts.

But most editors are still mediocre in stature.

After working hard overtime, I still stay up late to exercise. This intensity is not something ordinary people can bear.

One of the female editors with a good figure and a single ponytail attracted Tang Ping's attention.

"This is...White Snake?"

"Yes, White Snake," Editor Jieao nodded, "If I remember correctly, the original pillar of Dove of Peace, Little Sparrow, came to her under a new pen name."

"She changed her pen name?" Tang Ping was surprised.

He really didn't know about it.

"Well, I remember correctly, it seems to be called 'Big Tits'... which is subtly inconsistent with her temperament."

"...That's really inappropriate."

Tang Ping imagined Qiao Yinque writing the words "Big Tit" with a smile at the book signing, and "Hello everyone, I am Big Tit" at the meeting...

Full of sense of dissonance!

No matter how you think about it, this pen name should belong to a rough guy, right?

He has a bald head, black stubble, and a very old voice.

"But no matter what, her new pen name is much more normal than the new pen name you originally thought of." Editor Jie Ao said.

"Big Tit" is a recognizable pen name after all. What's going on with "Guan Yuan", am I just pretending to be myself?

Tang Ping chuckled twice and did not answer.

Introducing an unusual new pen name, which will be released soon.

"During working hours in the editorial office, you are not allowed to eat food that may disturb others. If you want to eat those foods, such as potato chips or hot pot, you can only eat in the break room."

Editor Jieao whispered and handed Tang Ping a gummy candy.

Tang Ping took it, tore open the package and threw it into his mouth. It was filled with peach flavor.

So sweet.

"Are you going to start working next?" he asked while eating.

"Well, we editors don't need to attend the next author meeting. When it comes to dinner, we will eat together."

"Then you work first and I go out for a walk first?"

"Okay, someone will call you when the time comes. Don't worry about missing the time."

"Yes." Tang Ping imitated the maid and left the editorial office.

Just as he was about to reach the door, footsteps could be heard outside the corridor. A familiar brown-haired woman opened the door and stepped into the editorial office.

She didn't see Tang Ping, who subconsciously avoided the door. He walked briskly to Editor White Snake on his sneakers, and said with a smile:

"Editor White Snake, are you looking for me?"

"Yeah." Editor White Snake responded in a slightly low tone.

She turned her head and glanced at Qiao Yinque, whose latest pen name was "Big Tit", and said without any politeness, straight to the point:

"About the first large-scale tourism screening at the end of this month..."

Qiao Yinque's eyes lit up.

"Are you traveling abroad?"

To be called my first large-scale trip, it must have been at least a seven-day trip abroad!

And there are a lot of people!

I don’t know where we will go, Tokyo?Okinawa?Los Angeles?

It can’t be northern Myanmar.

Editor White Snake glanced at the unruly editor a few stations away.

"Indeed," she admitted in a flat tone, "it's a trip abroad."

Qiao Yinque's eyes sparkled even more: "Where to go?"

"Africa."

"Okay, isn't it...Africa?" Qiao Yinque's expression, almost joyful in anticipation, slowly stiffened.

Africa? ?

"Yes, Africa."

Editor White Snake had an expressionless face:

"Go to Africa to aid African brothers, help with infrastructure construction, work as a helper in their simple factories, and by the way solve the problem of mosquitoes and diseases there, through good hygiene...

"This is our first large-scale tour, a ten-day Happy Africa Tour."

bang bang dong!

Not only Qiao Yinque's little face turned pale.

Tang Ping's face also turned pale.

Sister, what you said is different from what Brother Jieao said?

Or are we talking about reaching out to African black high school students and college students?

It can’t be the high school and college students of the past in China.

"Really, really, really or not?" Qiao Yinque stuttered.

She couldn't believe what she heard from the White Snake editor today.

Does Fairy Tale Empire call this tourism?

Isn’t it really like calling a group of people to go over and give someone a head?

"Really," Editor White Snake paused, "False."

After speaking, she sighed:

"I'm kidding you, it's impossible to go abroad to 'do illegal work'."

Qiao Yinque pressed her chest and exhaled a long breath:

"That's good……"

If it is true, then she should immediately consider the feasibility of resigning.

Even if you go to Antarctica, it’s better to go to Africa!

It’s not like I studied civil engineering!

I studied civil engineering and got a tan. In the past, black people and native people might have thought that they were overseas compatriots.

You may still be surprised, "Hi, bro (brother), how come your skin color is more authentic than mine?"

"You just want to go to the factory to work." Editor White Snake added.

"Oh, I just went to work in a factory. I thought..."

Qiao Yinque said subconsciously.

Slowly stopped.

She opened her eyes wide and looked at Editor White Snake.

He raised his right hand in disbelief and pointed at himself.

"Working in a factory...me?"

"Hmm?" Editor White Snake raised his chin in disbelief.

"No, Sister White Snake."

The moment of confirmation.

Qiao Yinque was about to cry.

"Am I not here to participate in the large-scale tourism screening?"

"Yes, large-scale tourism screening for working in the factory."

Editor White Snake said, with a bit of a sinister tone:

"You have to put aside your identity as a writer and become a glorious factory girl. Labor is the most glorious thing.

"The screening later will roughly determine which factory you should go to, whether it is an electronics factory, a garment factory, or a pig feed manufacturing factory...

"Don't worry, you are going to a factory in a small county in a corner of the country. After all, this is also part of the tour."

Qiao Yinque said anxiously: "But I——"

"I know you don't want to, and neither do I."

Editor White Snake interrupted:

“But if the leader enforces it, what can be done?

“Other writers are going to the factory just like you, and a few of our editors are going to the factory as well.

"You'd better pray that life in the factory won't be too difficult, give timely feedback to express your dissatisfaction afterwards, and hope that next time you have your first large-scale overseas trip, it won't be to Africa to 'do illegal work'."

After she finished speaking, she picked up the thermos cup and took a sip of tea.

Qiao Yinque opened his mouth.

After carefully applying pink lipstick on her lips, she couldn't help but ask:

"Editor White Snake, are you going?"

"Me?" Editor White Snake glanced at Editor Jieao casually, "There are other editors going. If they go, it's equivalent to me going."

"..." Qiao Yinque was speechless, hung his head, and left in despair.

When she went out, she didn't even notice Tang Ping standing next to the door.

I just saw someone briefly, and no matter who that person was, I stumbled out.

It looked like a death row prisoner rushing to the execution ground.

Tang Ping: "..."

I can hear it.

Editor White Snake has a lot of resentment towards Editor Jieao for what he did.

It stands to reason that when editors are colleagues, even if there is any conflict, it will not be shown openly.

But Editor White Snake had already glanced at Editor Jieao several times.

Tang Ping thought for a few seconds, took a deep look at the editor who was working seriously, left the editorial office, and closed the door.

As soon as he went out, he looked around and quickly caught up with Qiao Yinque.

"Hey."

A pat on the shoulder.

Qiao Yinque turned around subconsciously, saw Tang Ping, and opened her eyes wide:

"Tang Ping! Why are you here?"

Then he brightened up and said, "You also came to work in the factory?"

Most of the negative emotions in her heart dissipated at once.