AI copywriting?All copied wrong!

It was Tang Ping's turn to continue batting.

"If you have doubts because of this incident of entering the factory, then there is only one thing I can tell you.

"This matter seems a bit weird to me. I'm not sure if they leaked it to me on purpose, I'm not sure who they are, and I'm not sure whether it's true.

"In short, I will tell it as a story, and you will listen to it as a story."

While Tang Ping was hitting the ball, he tried his best to relay everything he heard in the toilet to Editor Jieao.

After listening to this, Editor Jieao fell into deep thought.

"Although I don't know how much family property you have to inherit, from the perspective of a pure passerby, it's great."

Tang Ping held the billiard cue, waiting for the Jieao editor to hit the ball:

"You don't have to worry about survival at all. Even if you fail in your venture outside, you will still have your family's rich property waiting for you to inherit it when you go back. There will be no pressure from society.

"No matter what your own opinion is, this is the opinion of an outsider like me."

Editor Jie Ao hit the ball, and the white ball bounced like it was poked in the butt and rolled randomly.

It's crooked.

"However, I have another opinion."

Tang Ping ignored Editor Jieao's silence and leaned over to move the rod. He gradually became more proficient:

"I think you are a very good person, and it is a very good thing to work hard to pursue your dreams.

"Anyway, it doesn't matter who you submit your article to. I don't mind helping you a few times... uh, helping you a few times as you stumble on your way to pursue your dreams.

"That's all what I want to say, Che Zuluan has said it back and forth twice.

"I hope I won't say it a third time."

The white ball is dominating the table.

Unfortunately it was just a bluff.

Didn't knock down a single ball.

Editor Jieao was silent for a moment and raised his head.

Take a long breath.

"Too."

he said softly.

What to do with so much.

What is really worth caring about is that little meaning, that little thing.

"'Care'," Editor Jieao called out Tang Ping's pen name again, "Thank you."

Lean over and strike.

After two white balls collide, one ball is accurately shot down.

...It’s just Tang Ping’s No. 7 ball.

Had to take the ball out and put it back.

Tang Ping was frightened by the soft tone and got goosebumps.

"Stop saying thank you to grown men. It's so scary."

After he waited for Editor Jieao to place it, he leaned over and took aim carefully:

“If you must say thank you, express it through actions.

"For example, all the resources are given to me. I'm a glutton and I don't want too much."

charge...

attack!

"boom!"

The white ball flew high into the air.

"dong dong dong"

The table is full of billiard balls being hit and rolling.

In the blink of an eye, everyone was in their pockets and the field was cleared.

Tang Ping was dumbfounded.

Editor Jieao was also dumbfounded.

Editor White Snake and Editor Qinglong, who had their tables cleared from the front, opened their mouths wide. They looked down blankly at the table that had been cleared by white balls falling from the sky, and then turned to look at the messy billiard balls on the tables of editors Tang Ping and Jie Ao.

"...?"

Chapter 142 Master, we are so fierce ([-] words)

That night, Tang Ping refused Editor Jieao's suggestion to take a nap at his house and found a hotel near Fairy Tale Empire Magazine to rest for the night.

By the way, I will routinely upgrade the AI ​​module, but it is no longer a writing module, but a painting module.

When I wake up, I feel refreshed.

Let me try the current AI painting capabilities!

"Care and draw a picture of "Tang Ping in the Fairy Tale Empire"!"

AI:

"Okay, I am drawing "Tang Ping in the Fairy Tale Empire" for you..."

After a few seconds.

Tang Ping looked at the picture, the editor-in-chief Yaoyao and others who seemed to be working in a shabby magazine, and fell silent.

"Who is this?"

AI: "It's editor-in-chief Yaoyao." 』

"Where is she and what is she doing?"

AI: "She works in the editorial department of Dove of Peace, which is on the verge of bankruptcy. 』

"what about me?"

AI: "You are in a glorious fairy tale empire. 』

"Leave the yin and yang here, right?" Tang Ping was so angry that his teeth itched.

Fortunately, the AI ​​has no entity, otherwise he would have to punch hard.

"Forget it, let's have some Shitu."

AI: "Okay, I'm drawing a picture for you..."

Tang Ping opened the electric curtains to let in the natural light from the window.

Appreciate the AI-drawn pictures one by one, and comment and rate them.

"Nantong, 0 points."

"Fury, 5 points."

"Green Bronze, 10 points!"

"Mecha?! Shoot and explode, 100 points!!!"

look at.

Tang Ping couldn't help but sigh sincerely.

AI has changed productivity.

The only pity is that no matter how good the AI-generated pictures are, they still have few bugs.

It's just a dull picture after all.

Can be seen but not touched.

Phone vibrates.

Tang Ping picked up his cell phone and found that the person who sent the message was not the editor Jie Ao, nor the maid, nor even the editor Tangtang who was his "like acquaintance".

But it was Cui Jiao, my former high school classmate.

Cui Jiao: "(Video link)"

Cui Jiao: "? 』

Tang Ping replied smoothly.

Playing the game for the first time, I almost won the gold when I blocked the bronze and guarded the silver: "?" 』

Click the link again.

Tang Ping was shocked!

In the video, he is "flying" on the podium, the crackling sound of the keyboard is faintly audible, black square characters appear quickly on the big screen, and the current speed displayed on the right is shocking.

Who?

An idea immediately flashed through Tang Ping's mind.

Who took the photo? !

How could someone secretly record a video of such an internal meeting in the fairy tale empire?

He watched it at double speed, and the person who shot the video didn't make a sound.

If you go back to the scene and compare them one by one based on the location, you may be able to find the photographer.

but……

He watched the video again.

Although the photographer "recorded" him.

But the specific text on the projection is covered with a layer of mosaic.

Only the [-]-hour speed on the right side is clearly presented.

It seems that this photographer still has skills and basic professional ethics, and knows not to secretly photograph unpublished works of other writers.

Or are you also afraid of being reversely located and finding someone?

On the barrage, there are all "cow comments" and "fuck".

Tang Ping scrolled through the comment area.

"The person typing the keyboard there is "Care", right?Is he serious about this hand speed? ? 』

"Although I can't see clearly what he wrote, the old man next to me looks a bit uncomfortable. Maybe the content is not good enough? 』

"You don't care whether he writes well or not, just tell him whether he writes quickly or not!" 』

"What's so great? I'm in charge of meeting minutes. I can write three to four hundred words per minute at a speed of more than 1 per hour. Am I proud?" 』

"As an original writer, you have to think and write while writing. Is it the same as writing by listening to other people's words? 』

"Oh my god, this is too scary. His hand speed is more than 1 per hour, which is 25 million per day, and 750 million per month!" 』

"Is it possible that people have to sleep? 』

"Even if he only works ten hours a day, he still writes over 300 words a day, which is more than [-] million words a month!"I'm super, do you know how much I want to buy a set of kidnapping props immediately, rent a basement, and kidnap him into the basement to write? 』

"A fellow-minded person!"I'm already betting on the headgear, rope, and oral ball, which I have in my villa in the basement. Now I'm waiting to catch the wild "Guan Ai" when they arrive, and let him write a manuscript for me! 』

"Brothers, take me with you when you go. Although I don't have a basement or a kidnapper suit, I have a road in northern Myanmar!" 』

"I used to think that "Guan Ai" was the kind of writer who worked carefully and worked slowly, the kind of editor who had to come to his door three times a day and wait until the end of the line before he could barely get a manuscript out of his hands.Then you told me that he can write a fairy tale in an hour? ? 』

"I wasn't there, but I had a friend who was. He told me that "Care" was like a god of war. He wrote three fairy tales in a row on the same theme, and the speed maintained at over [-] per hour for a long time, and later stabilized at seven or eight thousand.The most important thing is what do you think it is?My friend said that every one of his articles is very good. The first one is amazing in his talent, the second one is intimidating because of his madness, and the third one is so crushing that it is suffocating! 』

"Really or not, can you write so fast and still have such good quality?You're not a troll hired by "Care", so why don't you brag about it here? 』

"Why should I treat him as a sailor? I don't read fairy tales."But my friend writes fairy tales. He told me that after reading "Care" writing, his heart collapsed and he said, "How can someone write like this? Can people who destroy the balance like this die quickly?"