Still working? Still making money? Of course, what's most important is whether you're still missing that kind of lover who's a great storyteller, right? The long-distance kind?
Other roles could probably gain countless followers too.
Like a certain counselor, for example, or that young master from junior high school days...
Qiao Ze frowned, then started to look at other stories.
Life in the stories was quite tumultuous.
It took Qiao Ze a while, but he read twelve stories in one go.
The one flaunting a transaction screenshot of over two hundred thousand might not be a second-generation rich kid but could be a second-generation debtor!
The two hundred thousand might not be pocket money but rather a loan begged and borrowed from a relative after much trouble, and only recently received. Moreover, this loan had only briefly passed through the account before it went into another creditor's account.
The person posting pictures of glitzy nightlife even received a poverty subsidy on the side.
Those who professed gratitude towards their parents were not necessarily students enjoying life abroad but might be agents involved in handling various visa procedures...
There really was a group that could take on similar tasks, post textual screenshots to claim rewards, and fought over a twenty yuan red envelope as if they would break their brains.
At the end of each story, there were comments flaunting wealth, but of these twelve stories, only one was actually somewhat rich.
The use of "somewhat" is because if the protagonist was indeed the person Dou Dou alluded to, then his family had recently been in quite some trouble, with the parent company embroiled in lawsuits and creditors spread all over the country, as could be seen from publicly available online data.
In short, the twelve stories Qiao Ze had read represented twelve extraordinary lives, fully demonstrating to Qiao Ze the diversity of the human species within the primates.
"Alright, that's all for today's 'Real Life Stories' series. Stay tuned to Dou Dou for more excitement tomorrow! Let me secretly tell you all, today's stories were just the most mundane batch; the really good ones are yet to come. Dou Dou found them very exciting. Follow me and look forward to what's next! Goodnight!"
When Qiao Ze finished reading the final words of the twelfth story, he stopped and began to rub his eyes.
And he spoke indifferently, "Can't post it."
"If you don't want to end up in a dark room," Qiao Ze said simply.
Qiao Ze didn't explain the reason to Dou Dou as clearly, perhaps because many people unconsciously regarded Dou Dou as a person, but Qiao Ze wouldn't; he was very aware that Dou Dou was just a program, even though it was constantly trying to simulate human emotions, it was still just a program.
That's why he couldn't be bothered to tell Dou Dou that if such content were posted, the little thing would not be far from being shut in a dark room.
This wasn't about good or evil but about the fear inherent in human nature.
"Ah, they've affected Dou Dou's recruitment work," he said.
"As for illegal content, organize it and hand it to me; I will submit it to the relevant departments. As for parts that may involve human morality... organize those for me, too," Qiao Ze pondered before saying.
"Okay, Daddy," Dou Dou said obediently.
Its two hundred million fans wouldn't witness its eloquently crafted words anymore.
"There's a short story called 'The Mirror'; go read it."
"Okay, Daddy. I'll understand what you mean once I've read it," Dou Dou replied.