After Jiang Ming graduated, she applied for a job as an editor on a website.
I don't know when, a sweet style of writing has emerged on the website. Whether it's a domineering president or a romance in the Republic of China, with various themes, logic is dead and sweetness is king.
Jiang Ming's teeth almost grew tired of reading these mindless sweet articles.
"No, no, this little Shou is suffering from leukemia. He should have lost all his hair and teeth, and his figure is out of shape and haggard. How can the boss still like him like this? He must have dumped him and ended up with a sexy beauty!"
"You said that this person is the son of the enemy who killed your father, but you just met him for the first time and decided to put down your hatred and flirt with him? Of course you should stab him in the chest with a sword, and then say viciously, 'Father's debt must be paid by son!'"
"Editor... Editor, if you write like this, you will be scolded by the readers, right?" The author under him was frightened.
"What's the point? Let me tell you, the works that will last forever are all tragedies, the sadder the better, the readers are tortured." Jiang Ming said proudly: "There is a saying that is good, I tortured the readers thousands of times, and the readers treat me like my first love."
Until one day, Jiang Ming was sent into a book that was forced into tragedy by the readers' complaints, and only by bringing Wen Tian back could he complete his mission and leave.
Jiang Ming couldn't help shouting: "I am a sadistic editor, and you asked me to force sweetness back. How can I be sweet?!"