AI copywriting?All copied wrong!

Dong Shanshan pulled up a chair, sat behind Tang Ping, and continued the live broadcast leisurely.

Netizens were shocked to hear that "there is a wild Tang Ping in the electronics factory." Coupled with Tang Ping's own attributes as a scholar and writer, it immediately attracted the attention of a large number of netizens.

They came to watch the excitement one after another. The most intuitive impact is that the popularity of the live broadcast room is getting higher and higher, and the number of free paid gifts they receive is also increasing rapidly.

This made Dong Shanshan burst into laughter.

"Like, very similar, almost exactly the same! 』

"If I hadn't known that this person's name was Tan Ao, I would have thought that Tang Ping was manipulated by the factory director and forced to go into the factory to drive screws. 』

"It would be better for the president of the magazine to hold the reins, and force the small black room to write the manuscript. If he doesn't write [-] words in a day, he won't be allowed to release it!" 』

"Ten thousand words is too scary. The famous fairy tale writer who wrote an entire magazine by himself only wrote four to five thousand words a day! 』

"I've ruined my family. Looking at this pirated version of Tang Ping, when I think of the aloof academic writer being reduced to a dirty and smelly factory, driving screws covered in oil, I feel like Seven Star Entertainment." 』

『?Something's wrong with you! 』

"It's bad. When you say that, I feel it too."I really want to bully him severely and see him cry! 』

"Friends, calm down, don't be too crazy, I'm scared. 』

"It's so annoying. I will rush to the electronics factory immediately, beat the pirate Tang Ping to his knees, take him back and bully him!" 』

"..."

One barrage after another passed by.

Dong Shanshan watched and gradually became thoughtful.

It seems like you can really try this?

It's not a matter of bullying or not. How can it be called bullying if it's a serious matter of supervising work?

This is called product responsibility!

It should also drive the live broadcast room to become more popular, which is killing two birds with one stone!

Dong Shanshan glanced at Tang Ping and saw that the movement of his arms had become slightly smaller, so she said:

"Try harder, haven't you eaten yet?"

Tang Ping: "..."

Forget it, bear with it.

He increased his range of motion.

Within ten seconds, Dong Shanshan said again:

"I'm talking to you, why don't you reply? Just say yes."

"……Um."

"Listless, no energy at all, can't hear at all, try again!"

"Ok!"

"Yes, that's it, keep it up - don't shake your feet, you're not stepping on the sewing machine!"

Tang Ping turned his head and looked at Dong Shanshan in confusion.

For the sake of Editor Jie Ao and this guy next to me, I have tolerated you over and over again, and you are going to push me to the limit over and over again?

You're still trying to make things difficult for me, right?

"Let me ask first, are you sure you want me to use an electric screwdriver to drive a screw, and you must be youthful, passionate, and energetic?"

Dong Shanshan looked at the growing popularity in the live broadcast room and nodded naturally:

"What else? You are a seventeen or eighteen-year-old child who is not lively, but you still want to be like a seventy-year-old and eighty-year-old. You want me to be respectful to you and support you with a screwdriver. Are you afraid that you will fall?"

"Okay." Tang Ping replied briefly.

He took a deep breath and turned sideways so that the phone lens in Dong Shanshan's hand, which she never put down, could capture him more accurately.

Then he smiled at Dong Shanshan:

"you said."

He thrust his left hand forward and shortened his cuff, revealing his clean wrist.

Then he suddenly stopped his hand and picked up the product waiting to be screwed. He pressed the screwdriver in his right hand against the screw hole, and while pressing it, he flicked the product with his left hand to spin the product in mid-air.

Tang Ping stood up, like a magician playing with a Rubik's Cube prop, with a product in one hand and a screwdriver in the other, rising and falling on his hips, spinning back and forth like a dribble.

Dong Shanshan looked at Tang Ping in astonishment as his movements changed greatly.

Watching him fiddle around for a while, he turned around and jumped, and the product with screws in his hand was thrown away.

"Snapped!"

Li Aojie stretched out his hand to catch it.

The audience was stunned.

What is this operation?

"Music." Tang Ping snapped his fingers at Li Aojie.

Li Aojie picked up a product that was still to be assembled and threw it to Tang Ping. His leather shoes tapped the ground rhythmically. He covered his mouth with one hand and started B-BOX, using beatboxing to imitate the beats of music.

Amidst the beating of the drums, Tang Ping neatly completed the second set of movements as if he were dribbling a basketball, and then tossed it lightly again.

Li Aojie stretched out his other hand.

Catch it firmly and put it down.

The noise in the whole factory suddenly became much quieter.

Employees all over the production line stretched out their legs and raised their necks, staring at Tang Ping with dumbfounded eyes.

Dong Shanshan was so stunned that she couldn't calm down.

The eyes rotated mechanically unconsciously, and the refresh and rereading at a glance suddenly accelerated, like a barrage of waterfalls.

"? ? ? 』

"Damn it, brother with unique skills!" ! ! 』

"So magical! His movements are so skillful!"Silky smooth! 』

"This is so easy. How many times has he practiced it!" 』

"The handsome guy next to me is also very strong, but after watching Wild Tang Ping demonstrate it once, the accompaniment was just right..."

"Wait a minute, they're not some kind of performance art duo who come to the factory to do performance art, right?" 』

"It's very real, it doesn't look like an act. 』

"Fuck, I was suffering from constipation just now, and I suddenly laughed out loud when I saw him doing this. Now I have prolapsed my anus, and I just put a piece of paper on it and stuffed it back in my anus in great pain. 』

"What a wonderful life, I would like to call it a wonderful life!" 』

"@唐平, sir, this-way! 』

"..."

"Auntie, don't be idle, come and try?"

Tang Ping smiled and handed a product to the stunned Dong Shanshan.

Dong Shanshan came back to her senses and was surprised.

Hearing this "Auntie", his face immediately turned dark.

Who am I calling aunt? Am I that old?

"This is quite simple. You can't learn it, right?"

Tang Ping tilted his head, his expression innocent and harmless.

Then a sunny smile bloomed:

"It doesn't matter if you can't learn it. I'll teach you."

"Screw you!" Dong Shanshan said coldly.

"Unfortunately, it's time to get off work."

Tang Ping took off his anti-static bracelet.

He passed Dong Shanshan and walked out while saying:

"Auntie, give me a few more cosmetic injections. I see that the nasolabial folds on your forehead have appeared."

"I know a few pretty good beauty salons, but the prices may be a bit... little. Not here, in Yanyun."

"If you want to go, I can recommend you to go. If you name me, you can get a [-]% discount."

Dong Shanshan's expression changed:

"What do you mean? Stop!"

"Oh, by the way, you may have reached menopause. In fact, I also know an old Chinese medicine doctor who specializes in treating edema and moisture. Look at your waist, it's swollen, it's so big."

Tang Ping put his gloves on his waist and made a swimming circle gesture in the air.

Dong Shanshan's breath stagnated and her face turned livid:

"you--"

"Oh yes, one more thing."

Tang Ping turned around when he reached the door of the factory.

He showed a subtle and unspeakable expression, smiled awkwardly but politely, and slightly covered his mouth and nose.

Use the most innocent and harmless tone.

Say extremely vicious words:

"I don't know if it's my imagination, but ever since you came behind me, I've been smelling a very strong foot odor, just like three days of rancid bean dregs."

"Of course I'm not saying that your feet smell stinky, auntie. Maybe my sense of smell is wrong, or maybe someone's foot odor drifted to me."

"Anyway, I'll wear a gas mask next time!"

Chapter 171 Tang Ping, a deserter from the electronics factory, comes out! (Four thousand words·Second update)

Tang Ping waved to Dong Shanshan and strode away.

There was a "buzzing" sound in Dong Shanshan's head, and when she came to her senses, her lungs were about to explode:

"Stop! You stop!"

"Who are you talking about having stinky feet? I don't have stinky feet. You smell them! You smell them!"

She took a few steps forward, unable to catch up with Tang Ping who left without looking back, and looked fiercely at Li Aojie and the male employee with the cheekbones who were nearest.

Li Aojie shook his head: "I didn't smell it."

The male employee with hairy cheeks also shook his head quickly: "I didn't smell it either! Sister Dong, please calm down..."

"Look, how could I have smelly feet!" Dong Shanshan said to the audience in the live broadcast room.

But in the eyes of the audience, who were not too concerned about the excitement, their denials looked like they were forced to act without conscience due to Dong Shanshan's power.

After all, for people like them outside the camera, whether Dong Shanshan's feet stink is none of their business, and they can't smell it.

It’s impossible to go all the way to smell her feet and announce, “My family, I’ve smelled it, it smells like soy sauce!” right?

But if we assume that Dong Shanshan’s feet are smelly...

Then you can tease her about her smelly feet.

"Mirror, mirror, who has the smelliest feet in the world?" 』

"It's you, it's you, it's you, you are the person with the smelliest feet in the world!" 』

"This wild Tang Ping is so vicious. He used such a cunning trick at the last moment. I like it." 』

"Is he really not Tang Ping himself?"Not only the looks, but also the voices are similar. 』

"His name is Tan Ao. Maybe he is a long-lost twin." 』