Everyone took out their phones and tapped them lightly on the table, and a fifty-thousand-character text immediately appeared on the screen.
The conference room fell silent, and everyone read in silence.
Jiang Ye also read seriously, curious about what the intelligent fungi could write.
The writing style was quite fluent, and it didn't require much mental effort to read, allowing for a quick scan.
What the intelligent fungi wrote seemed to be a "CEO falls in love with me" type of novel.
And it had to be said, it was quite captivating. Even a tough guy like Jiang Ye found himself engrossed.
The old men and women present also nodded frequently, clearly approving of the novel's quality!
However, soon everyone's expressions changed.
Their breathing became rapid, and their faces turned red.
Feng Zhi Shuang cleared his throat and got up to get some water.
Jiang Ye also felt a bit embarrassed.
The novel contained large sections of explicit content unsuitable for minors!
After finally finishing one section, only a few pages later, another large chunk of passionate scenes appeared!
After reading the fifty-thousand-character novel, a full ten thousand characters were content that made people blush.
Jiang Ye forced a stern expression, "Everyone has finished reading, what do you think?"
"It's written very well, the character portrayal is vivid, the plot progresses in an orderly manner, the structure is clear and smooth, and the writing is relaxed and natural. These are all characteristics of excellent commercial fiction. It's just... it's just..." an old lady suddenly stammered.
"There are too many R-rated scenes, too explicit. Even Jin Ping Mei would be ashamed. How can this be acceptable!" another old man chimed in, "Using such content as a selling point, even in commercial fiction, is the lowest of the low. Moreover, it can easily corrupt children! Absolutely not!"
Jiang Ye felt a bit awkward, "Perhaps the intelligent fungi are not aware of these things. I will have them revise it."
In the Intelligent Fungi Literature Laboratory, clusters of white intelligent fungi floated on the wine, forming a slowly rotating giant question mark, as if awaiting evaluation.
Jiang Ye typed, "The writing is good, but the proportion of vulgar content is too high, which is unacceptable. Can you remove these parts?"
The intelligent fungi quickly dispersed and soon formed lines of text:
"We apologize, Master. We didn't know this couldn't be written. We thought humans would enjoy reading it."
"The core of this novel is this kind of content. If it's removed, the novel will lose its soul."
"So, please let us rewrite a completely different one!"
"This time will be very short. While waiting, we have already conceived of a new novel."
Jiang Ye sent a "good" emoji.
As if receiving a military order, the intelligent fungi immediately swarmed the keyboard, the keys being pressed at nearly ten times the speed, outputting as if they were about to explode!
Jiang Ye and the consultants waited in anticipation.
In just ten minutes, another fifty thousand characters of new content were produced!
Along with the submission of the text, the intelligent fungi also displayed a few new lines of text:
"Tired, very tired, want to rest."
"After you finish reading, please send us your evaluation. But writing novels will have to wait a few hours. We need to eat, drink, play, and sleep."
Jiang Ye: "You've worked hard. Rest first, we'll review the manuscript."
The group then buried their heads in reviewing the manuscript.
This time, there was no inappropriate content; it was a beautifully smooth novel.
After reading it, everyone was excited!
"Who would have thought that in such a short time, it would be written so well!"
"Potential blockbuster, absolute blockbuster potential!"
"The potential of the intelligent fungi makes me feel a little scared. A small wine pool can nurture such good novels. If there were a thousand, ten thousand, or even a hundred million small wine pools, wouldn't all the novelists on the market have to go to construction sites to move bricks?"
"This is the only author I've ever seen who has crossed over so successfully in my life."
"Definitely a money tree. I can already hear the golden leaves and silver fruits rustling on the tree."
Jiang Ye was very satisfied with everyone's evaluation. He himself felt that the novel was exceptionally well-written, even feeling an urge to tip.
"How about this, everyone go check in first. I've already prepared accommodations for you all," Jiang Ye said. "Shortly, I will grant you communication access to the Intelligent Fungi Literature Laboratory, and you can contact the intelligent fungi directly. The content output by the intelligent fungi can also be sent directly to you."
"Thank you very much! This will make work much more convenient!" Batu Lu nodded repeatedly. "We'll try out what types of novels the intelligent fungi can write these few days, and simultaneously prepare for promotion. Tomorrow, the first batch of articles from the intelligent fungi will be released to the market, and I'll send you the reader feedback."
"Good, with experts like you in charge, I can rest assured," Jiang Ye said with relief.
...
The next morning.
Jiang Ye woke up groggily and reached to his side, but no one was there.
The sweeping robot entered the room and diligently cleaned the bedroom floor.
Jiang Ye opened his eyes, "Xiao Sao, have you seen my wife?"
"She just finished feeding your son breakfast and sent the robot dog to take Jiang Sen Lin kite flying. She should be up soon," the sweeping robot replied. "Master, you're such a lazybones. It's already ten in the morning, and your wife got up at eight."
"How dare you call me a lazybones! Are you trying to rebel!" Jiang Ye roared.
Seeing the situation turn unfavorable, the sweeping robot turned and fled, zipping out of the bedroom.
The sound of slippers approached, and Cen Ye Meng entered with a glass of water.
She was dressed lightly, in light gray shorts and a white sports top with the zipper open, revealing a sports bra underneath.
"Husband, drink water," she said, walking over and sitting on the edge of the bed, handing him the water. "I mixed in a tiny bit of mixed flower honey. Drinking water in the morning is good for your health."
Jiang Ye took the glass with one hand and pulled her into his arms with the other.
"You're sweating so much, did you go for a morning run?" Jiang Ye asked.
"I ran two laps with Sen Lin. The estate is so big!" Cen Ye Meng glanced at him contemptuously. "You're so lazy. You should get up early and join me for my morning runs!"
"I don't run, it's too tiring," Jiang Ye said, drinking water with a defiant expression of not wanting to improve.
"Running produces daughters," Cen Ye Meng said. "Don't you want a daughter?"
"Really? Why is the version I heard that running produces sons?" Jiang Ye was taken aback.
Cen Ye Meng also froze, then her expression became uncertain. "This is all superstition! But getting up for a morning run, making your body stronger, can also lead to stronger children, right?"
"Do you think I'm not strong?" Jiang Ye stared at her intently, placing the cup on the bedside table with his hand behind his back, and then slowly moving forward.
"You..." Cen Ye Meng shrank back, her face flushing. "You're just... average!"
After saying that, she jumped up, intending to run.
But Jiang Ye was faster, reaching out and grabbing her, pushing her back onto the pillow. "Average? Your attitude isn't like that when you beg for mercy! You're completely out of line, acting like you'll tear down the roof if I don't spank you for three days! Today, I'll show you just how strong I am!"
Cen Ye Meng giggled, struggling weakly, like a little white rabbit pinned by a lion, utterly unable to escape.
The phone on the bedside table suddenly rang repeatedly, quite urgently.
Jiang Ye's movements abruptly stopped, his face filled with helplessness. "Oh, for goodness sake, who's ruining my good time?"
He released Cen Ye Meng, turned, and picked up the phone.
It was a message from Batu Lu.