"No, no! This color is not eye-catching. Change it to red or yellow, and make the font bolder!"
"Change this sentence to reflect the sincerity of the association in recruiting new members, and not to be too rigid."
"Hey! Classmate sitting over there! You have been looking at your phone for several minutes! Everyone is working, how dare you take advantage of it?"
Except for this voice, no one in the entire literary club spoke.
Even the lazy junior boy who was just called on quietly put down his phone and started working.
They were all speculating on the origin of this person who started giving blind orders with his hands behind his back not long after he came in.
Is there a new teaching assistant?
He can't be so young!
Finally, someone couldn't help but pursed his lips and asked:
"Um, who are you?"
"Oh, me."
Li Mo grinned and showed a mean smile:
"I'm just an ordinary freshman, you continue, continue."
"Grass!"
The people in the literary club almost vomited blood and began to send crazy greetings to Li Mo.
"Everyone, I'm here to give you some benefits."
"If you continue to be so kind to me, then I can leave."
After Li Mo expressed his intention with a smile, although several people present in the literary club were still angry, they still called the president over.
There were two people coming, a man and a woman.
The woman's name is Hu Wenjing, a junior in college, majoring in Chinese linguistics, and the president of the literary club.
The male is Vice President Ou Junxing, a sophomore majoring in journalism.
Li Mo briefly explained his wishes to the two of them, and then was taken to a small separate office for a detailed discussion.
“You mean to ask us to write some story-telling posts on the forum, and then insert information from your website into them to drive traffic?”
Ou Junxing was obviously more interested in Li Mo's matter than Hu Wenjing, and he spoke as soon as he sat down.
Li Mo nodded, organized his language slightly and said:
"That's pretty much what it means."
"The story type starts with the scene of a couple breaking up, and then one of the parties successfully uses the ex's gift on my net."
"The overall story can be a little bit more bloody, and the more engaging the better. It can even be about picking up a gift from your ex that slipped through the cracks and getting a new relationship at the same time."
After hearing Li Mo's words, Ou Junxing nodded thoughtfully:
"What you mean is to write some random fake documentary stories, which are both attractive and make people feel real, right?"
"Well, I'm from the literature department after all. The senior's generalization skills are very good!"
Li Mo nodded appreciatively and continued:
"In addition to the attractiveness of the post, the title of the post should also be as eye-catching as possible, but do not give others the feeling that it is advertising."
"For example, "Shocked! Now I know the amazing thoughts behind my ex's gifts" and "My ex is gone, and I dare not show anyone the gifts he gave me."
"Anyway, it's similar to this. You will definitely be better than I think."
Albert Ou nodded while listening and said with a smile:
"I understand what you mean. I've thought of a title and you can see if it's suitable."
"For example, "The weird gift from my weird ex made me spend a lonely night"?"
Li Mo's eyes lit up and he gave a thumbs up:
"President Ou is awesome! The ink concentration in his stomach is very high! I really found the right person!"
Ou Junxing smiled, waved his hand, and asked again:
"How are the costs calculated?"
"Six yuan for a thousand words, three yuan for less than eight hundred words."
"Well, the price is pretty good."
After hearing Li Mo's quotation, Ou Junxing was completely tempted to take the job.
But he was just a vice president after all, so he finally turned his attention to Hu Wenjing, who had been silent, to see what she meant.
Hu Wenjing pursed her lips, looked at Li Mo in silence for a few seconds and asked:
"I'm not interested in writing bloody stories. Your thinking is still a bit narrow."
"I think tragic stories are more eye-catching."
"If you also accept tragic style of writing, I can consider participating."
Li Mo was slightly stunned when he heard this.
In fact, it's not that he doesn't accept things in this style of writing, it's just that the posts he wants are, to put it bluntly, advertisements.
To put it more bluntly, it is no different from the brochures of men's hospitals that are distributed on the street.
They all use ridiculous stories to make people happy after seeing the pictures, and at the same time arouse people's curiosity and redirect them to his website.
So there is no need to cause bitterness and hatred.
In addition, tragic stories are also difficult to write.
It's really attractive if it's well written, but it's a joke if it's not well written.
However, when they met for the first time, Li Mo couldn't refuse Hu Wenjing directly. After all, she was also a president.
Maybe someone can really write the kind of tragic story that can make people shed a pound of tears after reading it?
"President Hu is very capable at first glance. If the story is good, of course I can accept it."
"Okay, since I can accept it, my request is ten yuan per thousand words."
Hu Wenjing was not polite at all. She looked into Li Mo's eyes and said:
"I believe you also know that tragic stories are the most difficult to write, and they require extremely high writing skills on the part of the author."
"So if I write it out for you, of course you can't pay me six yuan per thousand words."
"You can rest assured that my writing style will definitely move you."
Li Mo smiled after listening to Hu Wenjing's words.
This guy is so damn conceited.
It will definitely move me.
how? If I don’t cry when I get your manuscript, how the hell am I sorry for you?
But seeing Hu Wenjing so confident really aroused Li Mo's curiosity.
He really wanted to read the literary club president's masterpiece to see how shocking it was.
"Okay! If the story is really attractive, I will give you President Hu a thousand-character ten, but for the rest, it will be a thousand-character six."
Seeing Li Mo agree, Hu Wenjing also nodded:
"Okay, then it's settled."
As soon as he finished speaking, Ou Junxing immediately interjected:
"Since what you need, junior, are advertising story posts, you must ensure both the quantity and quality of the posts."
"Now our literary club has about seventy members. You don't have to worry about the quantity of posts, but the quality definitely needs someone to keep an eye on."
"Since President Hu has to prepare his own manuscript, I think I will be specifically responsible for this matter. I will check the quality of other members' posts for you."
Li Mo heard this and spread his hands:
"I don't care about this. You can allocate it however you want."
Seeing that Li Mo had no objection, Ou Junxing turned to Hu Wenjing:
"President, what do you mean?"
Hu Wenjing didn't care much about this and nodded without thinking:
"Okay, thank you for the hard work."
"It's not hard work, I'm just doing it for everyone's benefit."
Ou Junxing laughed, and then changed the subject:
"But junior fellow student, I have a little request."
