Tang Xiang released the information on recruiting writers to all grades, majors, classes, and hobby groups through the school's self-improvement club, and Tang Xiang also sent the information to the school intranet, Tencent Friends Network, and Fanfu Online.

The first two websites were more influential websites among college students at that time, and the intranet of the school was the predecessor of Renren.

The latter is a mini-blog site, claiming to be the ancestor of Weibo, but next year it will be 404 because of an indescribable event.

By sending job postings to social media platforms, his recruiters are no longer limited to college students in Tailian Polytechnic University, but in the entire city of Tailian, and even people across the country.

Thinking that he was about to become a boss, Tang Xiang felt that he should put some scores.

So he rented a 200-square-meter studio in the business building opposite the school, which was divided into a large room and a small office, which were interconnected.

Tang Xiang planned to formally set up a cultural media company, and arrange the writers and employees in a large studio, and supervise them in a small office.

"Everyone has worked hard!" Tang Xiang looked at the spacious and bright studio and couldn't help but shout.

However, the huge office was empty.

Well, we have to hurry up and review the manuscript.

Tang Xiang took out the Apple MacBook Air laptop he had just bought the day before yesterday from his computer bag, and when Jobs took it out of the envelope at the Macworld conference in February this year, electronics enthusiasts all over the world were boiling.

Apple's MacBook Air is the thinnest laptop at the moment, with no network card and no optical drive, which looks very unusual, reflecting Apple's high aesthetic taste and advanced industrial design.

When Tang Xiang bought it, he was in a trance and returned to twelve years later, it was too light and thin, and the alloy shell looked post-modern, not at all like the electronic products that should be in this era.

"It turns out that Apple's products were so bad back then. Tang Xiang said with emotion.

It's a pity that before his rebirth, Apple had already circled money to the point of madness, innovation was getting weaker and weaker, and selling was getting more and more expensive.

He bought this one in a high-spec version, with a 1.8GHz processor and a 64GB SSD.

The price is $3,298, equivalent to the domestic price of 23,000 yuan.

After turning on the computer, Tang Xiang logged in to his Tencent mailbox, and now three days have passed, and I don't know how many submissions I have received.

◎ 427 unread emails

"My old seniors and old sisters, you can really write. Tang Xiang slid down with the mouse for a long time before sliding to the bottom.

The first one I clicked on was an email from [Missing, but I Remember].

This nickname is really old-fashioned, full of non-mainstream style.

However, Tang Xiang did not dwell on the issue of the name, but quickly browsed the text:

〖...... Tang San put the three Buddha Anger Tang Lotus on the cliff, and glared angrily at several Tang Sect elders: "You inner door elders are honestly deceiving people too much, today's shame Tang San remembers in his heart, if there is a coming day, I will return it a hundred times!"

Several elders let out a rude laugh and scolded: "The erector is arrogant, do you still think you can escape today? If you don't go back with us to receive the punishment, this ghost is the place where you will be buried." ”〗

"Heh, what can you three old things do to me?" Tang San smiled sarcastically, and then leaned behind him suddenly, unexpectedly falling under the gaze of all the elders. 〗

"Thirty years in Hedong, thirty years in Hexi, don't bully the young and poor!" Tang San fell down the cliff with an unwilling face. 〗

"It's written...... Is this Tudou coming to submit in person?" Tang Xiang frowned and complained.

"Although the writing is good, it's okay to write Dou Po, but it's too embarrassing to put it under Douluo's plot layout. ”

Tang Xiang replied directly to the email without thinking about it: Sorry, your work has been reviewed and has not yet reached the signing standard, and I hope to contact you when the next work is solicited.

I got off to a bad start, and I received a submission that wasn't ideal.

Then Tang Xiang clicked on a few more letters one after another, and the writing was not as good as the person above, most people's writing was too naïve, and they couldn't even do the most basic smooth and logical self-consistency.

After reading more than ten submissions, Tang Xiang finally found a relatively normal opening essay, but the more he read it, the more he felt that something was wrong.

This style is similar to those female frequency essays in Tang Xiang's impression.

〖...... Tang San looked at the Haotian Hammer the size of a water tank in Tang Hao's hand, his pulse was beating rapidly, and finally the whole person froze on the bluestone slab, his whole body was like lying on the cold ice, and he muttered dejectedly: "Father." ”〗

"If you don't cut jade, you will always be a soul master who scraps martial souls." Tang Hao looked at the Waste Martial Soul Blue Silver Grass, and couldn't help but hide his face and cry, and after a long time, he commanded categorically: "Cuiguo, temper his body." ”〗

"Lord Haotian, how can this work?"

Cuiguo looked at the Haotian hammer handed over by Tang Hao at a loss, this hammer was bigger than Tang San's whole person, which was tempering the flesh, and it was clearly turning people into a puddle of mud. 〗

"Let's go. Tang Hao turned his back and couldn't bear to look at it anymore, but he still didn't waver, Cui Guo'er had no choice but to take the Haotian Hammer and walk towards Tang San step by step. 〗

At this time, the blue silver grass in Tang San's hand flew out like nothing, and quietly fell on the woven gold carpet, the autumn insects outside the window were restless, and a red maple tree was graceful in front of the window, and the heavy scarlet choked Tang San's throat. 〗

For a long time, Tang San's sorrow and resentment could no longer be suppressed, and a sad cry came out of his throat: "I practiced forging that year, and you said that you were Haotian Douluo, but you can become the son of Title Douluo, is it my blessing or my sin!"

"All these years of cultivation and time have been in vain!"

"Excuse me, this is the writing routine of women's novels!" Tang Xiang was completely stunned when he saw this.

The characteristic of women's novels is that the description of emotions is more delicate, especially Gong Douwen, in addition to emotion, it also pays attention to the accumulation of a large number of gorgeous rhetoric.

For example, Na Pingting and the like, a rotten palace lamp, a rag shirt, and a bare barren mountain can make those female frequency writers write flowers.

However, no matter how well the female frequency novel is written, it is impossible to write "Douluo"? Didn't my recruitment terms state that the male frequency novel was solicited for submissions, why did you suddenly play the harem Huanhuan with me?

"And how did you write Haotian Douluo out of a sexual transformation into a ghost father?"

That being said, Tang Xiang is still ready to write down the author's information, even if he doesn't need it now, he can also ask her to cooperate when preparing "The Legend of Harem Huanhuan" in the future.

The author who can write such delicate words must be a classical cute girl.

However, Tang Xiang suddenly found that this "classical cute girl" also left a note under the submission:

Tang Xiang, you must sign a contract for me, otherwise you will be ready for me to go to the management major to interview you in person tomorrow. 〗

"Come to our department to talk?" Tang Xiang raised his eyebrows when he saw this: "Where did this irascible writer come from, if she doesn't sign it, she still has to settle accounts with me in person?"

In fact, Tang Xiang can conclude that this contributor knows him in real life, and this submission is just to trick him.

Many of his friends knew that he was recruiting writers, and it was normal for friends to make jokes with each other.

Tang Xiang looked curiously at the QQ mailbox avatar of this contributor, although the avatar was very small, he could still see that it was a somewhat familiar girl.

"How do I feel familiar? Who the hell is this?"

Then he glanced at the nickname of this arrogant "classical cute girl": Si Yu's Death, which is still a screen name with a sense of age.

Hey?

The name...... It should be an acquaintance.