Then he posted an online picture of a BMW 5 Series, saying that he would buy a car after military training. He was hesitant between the BBC and his family asked him to buy a Porsche in one step, but he felt that doing so was a bit too high-profile and he was afraid that his image would not be close to the people.
These posts triggered a lot of keywords, resulting in a continuous stream of rainbow farts from the comment bots.
Why is my brother so handsome? I am so envious of his life. He has great literary talent and must be a literary giant. Cao Guangyu was so farted that he couldn’t stop leaving messages. He kept replying to the robot’s messages, triggered the keyword again, and got a new round of rainbow farts.
After just such a circle, Cao Guangyu felt as if he had found the meaning of life.
Ren Ziqiang looked at it with an envious look on his face, but this page currently only has a PC version, so he couldn’t play it, so he couldn’t help but feel regretful.
“The people here are so nice to talk to, Lao Jiang. I want to play when the wap version will be online.”
“Hurry up, it’ll be tomorrow or the day after tomorrow.”
Jiang Qin looked at these two guys and sighed in his heart. He said to himself that in this small dormitory, I actually have two talented people, Crouching Dragon and Phoenix. They can chat so well with automatic replies. They are invincible. They are really fucking invincible.
However, this also proves that my idea is correct. Automatic replies can indeed create a certain degree of false prosperity, and can produce excellent results when there are very few users in the early stage.
At ten o’clock at noon, the shower continued and the temperature in Linda dropped sharply. It was refreshing and comfortable.
Jiang Qin was rubbing his socks when he suddenly received an email from the literary club Yao Yanling. When he opened it, it was a novel called “The Lonely City”. The content was probably about an autistic girl who was encouraged by everyone. The story of getting admitted to a key university.
In the first 10,000 words, senior Yao Yanling used a full narration writing mode to describe in detail how lonely this girl is, and even wrote a sentence that even her eyelashes exude the smell of loneliness.
Ten dollars for a thousand words, ten thousand words for one hundred dollars.
Do you still want to make a hundred dollars from me?
How about I call the police? !
This is a fucking scam!
“Senior sister, the writing is really good. Even a layman like me feels a kind of loneliness.”
“Thank you for the compliment, junior. Then we agreed to give it ten yuan for a thousand words. I’ll give you an advantage.”
“But senior sister, this is a vulgar and low-level website that cannot include such high-end works.”
“what do you mean?”
“Can you change the subject, don’t write inspirational literature, write something vulgar, about polyamory, third parties, etc. We would like to read it.”
“Junior, you don’t understand literature at all. I think I’ve misjudged the person!”
Yao Yanling replied to him, and then her avatar turned gray, obviously offline.
Jiang Qin felt that it didn’t matter. His website, like Weibo, followed the path of fragmented reading. Having novels to read was the icing on the cake, but it didn’t hurt to not have them.
But he is a little worried. Yao Yanling is the president of the literary society after all. If this incident affects the literary society’s supply, what about the content of his website? You can’t just rely on Cao Guangyu’s pretentious posts, right?