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Chapter 41: Truly Worthy of the Literature Club
TL: Etude
Some doors, once opened, ot be easily closed again.
Su Nai, feeling utterly forlorn, y sprawled across her desk. Her crimson cheeks pressed against the cold surface, yet uo cool her rag heart.
She felt she had goray, ever sihat unwarranted curiosity arose. She began to linger and marvel at the world’s splendor, even pig up a few phrases of a fn nguage to express refusal.
Without a doubt, she had bee a bad girl.
Jiang Qin coughed to ge the subjeontly, “There’s ahing, Su Nai, could you make me a small program for automatic replying to posts?”
“Automatic replies?” Su Nai lifted her head slightly.
“Like setting up some virtual ID bots to ent generic fttery under each post. ‘Wow, this is so well written, I’m moved,’ or ‘This is brilliant, such literary talent,’ just to give the poster a sense of achievement.”
Su Nai pushed her gsses up, “I could copy aing one from the i, modify the code a bit, and see if it works.”
Jiang Qin, sensing potential in her respoill advised early, “Focus on work and watch less videos.”
“Ugh…”
Su Nai colpsed ba the desk, her sorrow flowing like a reversed river.
Jiang Qin didn’t tease her further, reminding himself of his resolve to be heartless. Provoking her anger wouldn’t end well.
“Junior, I’m leaving now.”
“Thank you, senior. Please go ahead…”
Jiang Qin pursed his lips. The young girl had seen all sorts of things aill acted shy. He pocketed his borrowed library card ahe library.
The website , but still a shell, like a freshly handed out bnk essay paper. The structure was there, and orderly, but devoid of tent.
To retain visitors, a website needed substantial, engaging tent.
Jiang Qin decided to visit the Literature Club at Lin Uy, hoping they could write some inal stories for him.
The Literature Club, uhe Literature Department, was located in the East Campus. Without a car, Jiang Qin had to walk all the way there. Fortunately, it was the season of club recruitment, so he didn’t arrive in vain. Upoering, he saw a group busy preparing their promotion boards.
“Bold and ge the ‘Club Recruitment’ to red for more visibility,” he directed.
“Hey, you there, why are you just sitting around? ’t you see everyone is busy?”
Jiang Qin, hands behind his back, casually directed the activities in the . A sophomore, previously sg off, unsure of Jiang Qin’s role, relutly put away his phone and got to work.
Eventually, someone couldn’t hold bad asked, “Who are you? Are you a eag assistant ierature Department? You look so young.”
Jiang Qin fshed a cheeky smile, “I’m just an ordinary freshman,” which earned him a high dose of friendly ridicule.
However, once he expined his purpose, someone called over the person in charge of the Literature Club.
The president, Yao Yanling, a third-year student in ese Language and Literature, and the vice president, Dong Wenhao, a sed-year student in Broadcasting and Hosting, listeo his request.
“Life stories, a thousand words for five yuan, and any tent is acceptable?”
Jiang Qin pondered, “I’m looking for first-person narrative stories, bizarre but not eous.”
Dong Wenhao was intrigued, “So, fabricated pseudo-dotary literature?”
Jiang Qin appreciated his summary, “Exactly that. Stories like effitly managing time with three girlfriends, secrets old even at the cost of perpetual agony, experiences with a campus beauty girlfriend, how handsome the guy in Finance Css 3 is, troversial topics like these.”
“Sounds like a men’s health magazine. ‘Separated for Three Years, Yet The Wife is Mysteriously Pregnant’ kind of stories?”
Jiang Qin was surprised, “Vice President Dong has read such literary masterpieces? I indeed came to the right person!”
Yao Yanling couldn’t help but interject, “Are you publishing a magazine?”
“No, I’m running a website.”
“ your website serialize inal novels?”
Jiang Qin was caught off guard by Yao Yanling’s question.
The idea of serializing novels was something he had never sidered, but it could be a good way to retain a substantial user base through regur updates.
However, serializing novels posed a problem. Extensive word ts would definitely increase the cost of manuscript fees, and poorly written tent would go unread.
“Serializing novels is possible, but they must pass my review first. I won’t pay for worthless tent.”
Yao Yanling smiled fidently, “I have an inal novel of my own. The writing is defiop-notch, but I’m not satisfied with five yuahousand words. It should be at least ten.”
Jiang Qin shook his head, “I’m not looking for literary style, I want something engaging.”
“A well-written story is definitely engaging. If you agree to ten yuahousand words, I arrange a part of it for you to review.”
“What about the colboration?”
Dong Wenhao leaned forward slightly, “I’ll hahe colboration. Our Literature Club has sixty-seveered members. You’ll be satisfied with the volume of submissions, but I have a dition.”
Jiang Qin leaned ba his chair, “Let’s hear it.”
“Six yuahousand words. I’ll ahe writers and trol the quality, while Senior Yao mainly hahe serialization. What do you think?”
Jiang Qin gave Dong Wenhao a sed gnce, sensing that he was more astute than Yao Yanling.
Serializing novels could indeed garner more fees through volume, but involving sixty-seven people would bring in more mohan w alone. Dong Wenhao had immediately seized trol of the submissions, clearly sensing a profitable opportunity.
It seemed not everyo Lin Uy was just idly trying to make money.
In trast, Yao Yanling was more engrossed in literature and less ied in money. Her insisten ten yuan was more about validating her work.
“My words sell for ten yuan, but yours only for five.”
Such a person could achieve great things if they truly had talent. But there’s a fear that they might be too ambitious and fragile, getting lost in their own world.
“Six yuahousand words is fine, but let’s calcute the manuscript fee at five yuan,” Jiang Qin said on his own.
Dong Wenhao’s eyes flickered with fusion, “If it’s six yuahousand words, why is the manuscript fee still five?”
Jiang Qin grinned, “I ’t let the senior help for free. The extra yuan be your ission for strictly trolling the quality of the submissions.”
Dong Wenhao’s breath hitched, and his crossed leg involuntarily lowered.
He had wanted six yuan to take a ission from each manuscript, but Jiang Qin had bluntly exposed his pn. What was meant to be a private matter was now out in the open. The money he would receive was justified, but trolling quality had turned from a casual promise into a real task.
In simpler terms, he had gone from a middleman to a worker.
“I’m the vice president. It’s my duty to fight for the members’ is. I shouldn’t take a ission. It’s nht.”
Jiang Qin g Yao Yanling, “There’s no such thing as w for free in this world. What do you think, Senior Yao?”
Yao Yanling thought Jiang Qin’s allocation was fair, “Wenhao, since you’re reviewing tent for the members, it’s only fair you get a ission.”
“Then… then I’ll accept it relutly,” Dong Wenhao agreed, looking troubled.
Jiang Qin inwardly mocked the situation. ‘Relutly accept,’ what a cultured way to accept moruly worthy of the Literature Club – even asking for money be done so elegantly.
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