AI copywriting?All copied wrong!

She thought that Tang Ping, who had bullied her several times, would put on work clothes and be disgraced in the factory, no longer the same as before.

Qiao Yinque's mood instantly improved a lot.

It turns out that you also want to join the factory. You should have told me earlier.

An 18-year-old top student, a bully who made waves in the college entrance examination, and a strong man who wrote fairy tales that almost broke my heart.

In this case, you also need to enter the factory like me, and maybe you can even be on the same assembly line!

Hahahaha, I want to take a good look at your expression of feeling aggrieved and ready to cry, little Pearl!

"I?"

Tang Ping tilted his head.

With a smile on his lips:

"I'm a friend's writer. Do you still want me to work in the factory at my own expense?"

Qiao Yinque's smile froze.

Friends, writers signed by friends...

"Come on, Sister Qiao."

Tang Ping patted Qiao Yinque on the shoulder, looking very optimistic about her:

"With your strength, you will definitely become the strongest and unbeatable god-level factory girl!"

The corners of Qiao Yinque's pink mouth twitched.

"By the way, in order to practice it for you, I will buy you a safety helmet at my own expense later."

Tang Ping smiled:

"You may find their own factory uniforms dirty, so I'll help you order a new set of all-purpose factory uniforms. You're welcome. I'm a good senior sister and junior brother who also produced "The Dove of Peace"."

"quack quack..."

Qiao Yinque gritted his teeth.

"Tang Ping..."

She clenched her little fists and raised them inch by inch:

"Can I hit you?"

Chapter 133 The Crisis of the Unruly Editor ([-] words)

Qiao Yinque failed to beat Tang Ping in the end.

Because this is Fairy Tale Empire Magazine, it would be too degrading to hit people in public.

She has been complained about by several people. Her new pen name "Big Tit", which she suddenly came up with, smells too bad, mainly because the "Big Mountain" is too easy for people to think wrongly.

The pen name is already so rough, and the person must not be barbaric.

She gritted her teeth, glared at Tang Ping who was laughing and waving his hand at her, and walked away quickly.

"Um……"

Tang Ping looked at her back, rubbed his chin and thought.

It shouldn't be his illusion.

Qiao Yinque seems to have little confidence in facing him?

If it were in the past, especially if I just thought I had awakened, I would have been in a state of "I only know who I am today", and I might have arrogantly shouted with my hands on my hips:

"Is that what you call 'Guan Ai'? I'll kill you in three stories, so listen up!"

Now he was running away in a hurry, as if he didn't dare to face him.

Tang Ping remembered the message Ye Menglan sent to him, as well as the comment from the "fairy tale writer roommate" he saw in the comment area.

...Isn't it possible that Qiao Yinque hasn't gotten over his frustration yet?

The one who kills you is AI, not me.

Tang Ping mentally mourned for Qiao Yinque's state of mind for a second.

Then I walked around without any mental burden.

What is this, a draft room?take a look.

Let me go, why am I locked in?

There are no windows, but there is a toilet, four white walls, three rows of bookshelves, and a desk and chair in the center with computers, pens and paper.

Turn on the computer and force-lock the writing interface, and nothing else can be done.

Tang Ping sat down and simulated the experience.

The chairs are quite comfortable though.

But all in all it was just sitting on pins and needles.

He opened the locked door and continued walking.

But before he took ten steps, he was stopped by a voice.

"Care?"

Tang Ping stopped and looked back. It turned out to be the writers he had just met at the station not long ago.

The person who called him was the young man with thick eyebrows and big eyes. His tone was full of tentativeness, perhaps because he had learned an embarrassing lesson at the station.

Seeing Tang Ping turn around, he showed a happy expression, stepped forward quickly, and put his arms around his shoulders:

"Guan Ai, I have met you, I am your fan!

"By the way, let me tell you, I met a person who looked very much like you at the station today. If I hadn't been very discerning, I would have almost admitted his mistake.

"He also seems to be wearing similar clothes to you, even his shoes..."

The young man with thick eyebrows and big eyes became quieter as he spoke.

Tang Ping looked at him with a smile.

"...That was you at that time?"

"Huh?" Tang Ping pretended to be surprised and tilted his head.

There was still a smile on his lips.

The young man with thick eyebrows and big eyes said: "..."

One second, two seconds.

The base of his ears burned red.

Five seconds, six seconds.

He performed the fastest red temperature while onlookers looked on in surprise.

Those feet wearing brown leather sandals were digging hard with their toes. If the soles hadn't stopped them, they would have dug out a layer of skin.

At the critical moment, other writers came to the rescue.

A young man with a bamboo pole pushed up his round glasses and asked calmly:

"Are you just caring?"

Tang Ping nodded: "It's me, are you?"

"It doesn't matter who I am. What's important is that you should change jobs as soon as possible and find a new editor."

uh-huh?

Tang Ping raised his eyebrows: "How do you say that?"

"The editor's unreasonable proposal to visit the factory was a heinous crime, which made the writer complain and make people feel sad."

The young man with the bamboo pole said:

"His elimination is inevitable. There is no need for you to waste time working for him. Finding a better editor will also be good for your resource promotion."

"Well, it's not that serious," Tang Ping smiled, "It's just that the performance is temporarily not up to standard. If it reaches the standard, won't we be out of the game?"

The young man with a bamboo pole narrowed his eyes: "Do you think things are really that simple?"

"How to say?"

The young man with a bamboo pole did not answer immediately.

He looked around, pointed to the manuscript room, and motioned to go in.

“Wherever there are people, there are rivers and lakes.

"Fairy Tale Empire is a magazine that aims to be famous throughout the ages. Although its goals are lofty, it must also focus on reality.

"The reality is that wherever there are people, there are rivers and lakes, and wherever there are rivers and lakes, there are political struggles."

The young man with a bamboo pole said coldly:

“The top management of the Fairy Tale Empire is divided into two groups. One group believes that it is good to maintain the status quo and continue to make progress.

“The other group believes that the current welfare standards for employees, especially writers, are too high, and the profit growth point has basically reached its end. Next, we need to gradually increase revenue and reduce expenditure to squeeze out profits.

“The idealists do not agree with lowering welfare standards, and the realists have made several attempts, but have been met with strong opposition. In addition, they do not have the upper hand and cannot find a good excuse, so they have been reluctant to give up for a long time.

"Until the editor Jie Ao proposed a factory tour."

Tang Ping was startled.

Several other writers were also stunned.

Only the young man with a bamboo pole continued to speak:

"The idealists agree more, and the realists are ecstatic. It is rare for the two factions to agree on this point.

"On the one hand, the idealists really hope that writers will not touch the world, because what we write is popular fairy tales, which need to be close to the people and down-to-earth. Basically, the aunts in the factory have children, and the factory brothers and sisters in the factory are often more likely to have children. Early, entering the factory may not be an opportunity.

“But on the other hand, the realists also found an excuse to boil the frog in warm water and gradually increase revenue and reduce expenditure.

"Writers went to work part-time in various factories. Not to mention the benefits, they saved a lot of money on travel and made a small profit from the factory. It was a good start.

“In the past, as long as many writers strongly opposed it, it would be difficult for a policy of the Fairy Tale Empire to be implemented, because it was often proposed by one group.

“But now no matter how many writers oppose it, the top leaders of the two groups will pretend not to hear it and insist on implementing it.

“I can tell you responsibly that from an ideal level it is indeed a good thing for writers to enter the factory, but it is so overwhelming that it ignores the opposition, and it is also because of the immeasurable long-term benefits.

"Today we can force writers to enter the factory instead of traveling, tomorrow we can cancel free snacks and change them to discounts, the day after tomorrow we can cancel reimbursement for late-night taxi rides and change them to self-pay, the day after tomorrow we change overtime pay to flexible payment, the day after tomorrow we can all work overtime voluntarily without paying overtime pay... …

"Once it gets started, it will snowball and it will not stop. This is not good for all employees and writers. It can only make the top management make more money. So we must oppose it, and we can only oppose it. Do you understand?"

Tang Ping was stunned for a moment after hearing this.

He had never thought before that there would be such a realistic factor in the fact that a writer entering the factory and being vigorously promoted by Fairy Tale Empire magazine.

"No, it can't be?" the freckled girl stammered, "Wouldn't "Fairy Tale Empire" dig its own grave?"

"Yes, we can definitely go to other magazines. Isn't that just submitting articles? Which magazine wouldn't we submit to?"

Sai Dongzhuo also said:

"Back then, "Fairy Tale Empire" could overtake "Fairy Tale King" and become the leader. It committed suicide. In the future, there will be some "Fairy Tale King" to surpass it."

"Then what if other magazines also follow suit?" the bamboo pole young man asked back:

"If a magazine only has a few group tours a year, it will replace a few of them with going to the factory to save costs. Everyone will follow the example of "Fairy Tale Empire". The question is, 'All the leading bosses do this. There must be a reason for it?"

Sai Dongzhuo opened his mouth.

I couldn't answer aloud for a while.

"Don't think it's impossible."

The young man with a bamboo pole looked around at the writers in the draft room:

"There are very few people who are not short of money, have feelings, and have dreams like the founder of "Fairy Tale Empire". The vast majority of people are just doing it to make some money.

"Previously, the existence of "Fairy Tale Empire" forced them to give up profits and improve welfare. But when "Fairy Tale Empire" becomes desperate for money, they will naturally rush to guard the treasury and never take out another penny."

Tang Ping spoke up: "You may be right, but what does this have to do with Editor Jieao?"