AI copywriting?All copied wrong!

He briefly wiped his oily lips, and took off his hood under the curious gazes of several people.

crackling.

Static electricity crawled across my cheeks.

Tang Ping touched his hair and it was messy.

The short-haired boy hurriedly took out his mobile phone, found Tang Ping's online photos, and compared them.

"It's not just the same, it's absolutely indistinguishable!"

"That's why I wear a hood."

Tang Ping replied slightly sadly:

“Ever since Tang Ping became popular, no matter where I go, I will be mistaken for him.

"But he and I are different. He is a top student and a writer. I am a poor student. When I wrote an essay, the teacher asked with concern, 'Are you sick?'

"Actually, I don't understand. The biggest difference is that he and I look nothing alike, so why do you all say we are similar, very similar, very similar.

"Look carefully, look at my facial features, my contours, my hairline - where exactly do they look alike?"

The little boy with the short hair was startled after hearing this.

He looked at Tang Ping who was speaking plainly and slightly resentfully, as if he really was like this. He followed the latter's instructions and carefully observed every detail of his face.

The more I looked at it, the more I felt that although it seemed exactly the same at first glance, it seemed a little different when I looked closer.

"How is it, does it look similar?" Tang Ping asked.

The short-haired boy hesitated and nodded firmly:

"Like, very similar, exactly the same! It's just that compared to him, you have one more thing."

Tang Ping touched the corner of his mouth: "It can't be the pimple that comes from eating hot pot, right?"

"It's the chin!"

The little boy with a short hair said categorically:

"Your chin is one level thicker than his!"

Tang Ping: "..."

dry.

I eat out a lot these days and gain weight.

Gotta lose weight.

"Then who are you?" the little boy with a short hair asked curiously.

"My lord, Tang Wa."

"Tan Ao?" The short-haired boy raised his eyebrows, his eyes sparkling, "What a coincidence, my surname is Tan too, my name is Tan Bingquan!"

"..." Tang Ping spent two seconds thinking that it was because he didn't chew the rice completely in his mouth, which caused his speech to be unclear and the words wrong.

Or the other party's ears are not very good, and he lost his hearing in the noise.

Let Tan Ao be Tan Ao. In this factory, just think of yourself as Tan Ao.

"Whoa!"

Tan Bingquan brought the dinner plate over and approached Tang Ping enthusiastically.

"Hey, you and Tang Ping look so similar, are you often chased by girls?"

"?how you said that?"

"He is famous, he studies well and can write, and he is a bit handsome. Isn't this the easiest way to attract girls?"

Tan Bingquan was excited:

"I heard that celebrity doubles often encounter this kind of thing and are chased as if they were themselves."

When Tang Ping heard this, he was silent for a few seconds.

Being chased by girls...

Hiss...why don't I seem to have encountered it before?

Did I lose blood?

No, if you think about it carefully, it seems that he hasn't met the opposite sex who came to him.

but.

"Hello, do you want to make a date" and "I really like your works" online, he ignored them all in a blink of an eye.

In reality, he said "Handsome guy, wait a minute" and "Brother, can you add WeChat?" He thought he was looking for someone to scan WeChat and do some activities, and ran away quickly without paying any attention to him.

As for those who said "Wait a minute!", he regarded them all as self-media here to gain popularity, and Sa Yazi ran faster.

"..."

After thinking about it, Tang Ping was silent.

That's it.

I said why I always feel like something is missing in my life.

He said slowly:

"Of course I've encountered the situation you mentioned... of course I've encountered it before, eh."

Chapter 167: Appointment at the Summer Resort ([-] words)

"Sure enough, I'll tell you!" Tan Bingquan slapped his thigh.

He looked at Tang Ping, full of envy.

"That's great. That's great. Do they often ask for autographs? Do you often receive small gifts? Do they hint to you that something happened with them?"

Tan Bingquan tossed a barrage of questions to Tang Ping with a wink that said "every man understands".

Tang Ping groaned.

"Although I did receive gifts, but——"

He changed the subject:

"Accepting a gift does not mean I agree."

Tan Bingquan said "Huh?" and showed a puzzled face like Lin Xi next to him.

Tang Ping took a sip of water and calmly narrated:

"They wanted me to sign the contract and become the exclusive spokesperson for their education and training institution. Some people also enthusiastically gave me a small gift called 'Administrative Punishment Measures for Off-campus Training', implying that if I agreed to them, I could work with them. Let’s go into the palace of law together.”

Tan Bingquan opened his mouth wide.

……what?

"What do you mean?" Lin Xi couldn't help but ask.

She didn't understand it very well and couldn't turn her head around.

Tang Ping smiled and buried his head in eating.

Not much time for a lunch break!

In the afternoon, Tang Ping saw an employee drilling screws on a live broadcast. He wanted to put on his headgear and continue screwing——

The weather today is fine and relatively cool. Although there are many people in the factory and the heat is high, it is still barely within the acceptable range.

But then I thought about it. On the one hand, wearing a hood for a long time might cause prickly heat.

On the other hand, I've made up a new identity, so why are I worried about looking like me and causing trouble?

If you ask, it’s a copycat version!

Each screw is sucked by the electric screwdriver head, drilled into the screw hole, and replaced with another one.

The chatter and laughter of live broadcasters not far away were faintly visible in the noise.

"Drill a few screws today and see how much money you can make."

"Why am I driving screws? What am I going to do if I don't drive screws?"

"We drove the screws, hey, that's a real thing!"

"What, this is not a screw, this is an Italian spiral surface. It is most suitable for mixing No. 42 concrete. The length of this screw surface..."

Tang Ping listened in boredom, but found it interesting.

Li Aojie looked at it thoughtfully.

"Why, you want to start a live broadcast too?" Tang Ping asked jokingly.

Li Aojie shook his head: "I was just thinking that they shouldn't make much money by screwing. How many people would be willing to watch the live broadcast of screwing, and how much extra income would it add to them?"

"You can find out this problem by opening your phone and taking a look."

Tang Ping took out his mobile phone in his busy schedule, looked for the live broadcast room, and found the live broadcasters.

Few people saw it, and even fewer gifts.

It seems like you can't make much money.

Li Aojie whispered to himself: "So, their income is probably..."

"Two or three thousand is not much more," the hair-chicken employee next to him replied, "It's useless to have more than this month. When the boss saw it, he thought, oh, it's quite profitable. He will change it next month, and he will have to pay again." Low."

"Is there such a thing?" Tang Ping was also surprised.

"Yeah, so that's pretty much it." The hair-chicken employee looked indifferent.

"Are only those few people doing live broadcasts?" Li Aojie asked.

"There used to be a lot of swarms, but now there are only a few left. No one will look at this thing when it is open. To put it bluntly, it all depends on your talent. If you don't survive, no one will look at you." said the employee with hairy cheeks.

Li Aojie nodded and fell into thinking.

A flash of inspiration flashed in Tang Ping's mind.

You can't get rich by hard work by just driving screws. Even if you can earn a little more, you will soon be "dynamically balanced" and return to your original shape.

No matter how hard I try, I can't make any money, and I end up living in despair...

"Camel Xiangzi"?

Tang Ping had forgotten almost nothing about the plot of "Camel Xiangzi". He only remembered that the protagonist Xiangzi was a cart puller. He worked hard to make money and live a good life. He was also liked by several women and started to work together. superior.

But in the end, the family was ruined and Huniu had difficulty giving birth. The fire in Xiangzi's heart was extinguished, and he drank heavily and lived in confusion.

This is a pretty heavy story, definitely not in the realm of fairy tales.

And no matter how hard Tang Ping recalled it, he couldn't recall the complete plot and characters.

With a hint of regret, he told the AI ​​about the general direction he still remembered, and let it try to generate it once - it was idle anyway.

Then, Tang Ping fell silent when he looked at the understanding version given by the AI.

AI: "Toyokawa Shoko originally lived in an aristocratic family. When he was in junior high school, his father unfortunately fell into disgrace, so he went to work as a customer service girl in a small company..."

What the hell is this?

I think your Xiangzi has nothing to do with a camel.

Not even a hump.

No hunchback either.

Looking further down, I become more and more confused.

Tang Ping silently turned off the AI.

Waste, what use are you for!

Turning around, Li Aojie found support and put up his phone.

"Do you really want to live broadcast?"

Li Aojie nodded: "Experience it."