Big Life

11 - Not alone (1)

- Hello, Mr. Haejeon. I'm Kang Min-ho, and congratulations on winning The Brest. I'm enjoying reading it. I also study a lot while reading. It's cold, so watch out for colds and dry your hands.

It was the same polite sentence I saw at the Writers' Club.

Reconstruction teases the thumb with a smiling face and writes back.

- Yes, Writer Kang Min-ho. Thanks for getting in touch with us. I'm glad you enjoyed reading it. You're doing well, right?

Reconstruction did not mention novels, but replied routinely.

Every writer has a different situation. You may not be able to write a novel because of material or mental problems.

After a while, I heard back from Minho.

- I'm doing okay. I got an office with some writers close to Guro Station. I'm working on a fantasy, and it's not working. These days, I'm trying to keep up with the trends, and my fingers seem to be getting stronger without me knowing it. I've been wandering around for over half a year.

Min Ho's grim face seemed to shine above the crest.

I couldn't have known how much pain I was in when the writing didn't go away for so long. They will spend every day under extreme stress.

I wanted to rebuild it if I could.

After thinking for a moment, he replied to Minho.

- I'd like to read it. Can you email it to me?

- Oh, you must be busy, too. Are you okay? I would be honored if you would read it to me.

- It's okay, I can read it right away, so let me go.

- Yes, sir. We'll go in and send it right away. Please take a look and point out what the issue is.

- Yes, sir.

After the conversation, the reconstruction went to the kitchen and boiled ramen.

I was very hungry because I hadn't eaten anything all day while writing. Minho's message flew when he sat down in front of the table with a pot of boiled ramen.

- I'm sending it to you now. I look forward to watching.

Reconstruction didn't need to go to the computer, it accessed the mailbox on its phone.

Minho's fantasy novel draft was at the top of the list.

- The Demon King on Earth.

“The title is……. ”

Reconstruction muttered and pressed with my finger on the novel file.

It was about 130,000 characters, perfect for a fantasy novel.

Reconstruction took the horn rims of Seogunu as a quick reading since there are more than I thought.

“Hmm, another genre fusion. ”

The protagonist of the novel was the Demon King who reigned as absolute power on a continent in the fantasy world.

One day, a warrior broke into the Demon King's castle and used the forbidden magic. The Demon King was pushed out of dimension and fell into an unexpected world, where it was a modern Korean.

‘This is almost the same flow as the novel by Writer Kang Min-ho Lee Hye-ho. Hmm... ’

Reconstruction quickly read the novel through horn glasses.

By the time he read the middle, he had been narrowing his glances.

It's serious!

Once the material itself was not a problem, it was a reconstruction position. It's as common as it is popular and stable.

The problem is...

It was not fun.

It was really not fun to be angry.

There were too many unnecessary psychological descriptions and a large number of developments lacked probability.

I was never immersed.

It would have been thrown away without Min Ho's request.

“Ah, ramen...! ”

I forgot all about it while reading.

The reconstruction lifted the chopsticks and sucked out the hook noodles. Luckily, I didn't let it go for a long time, so I didn't blow it much.

“Well, it's a total disaster. How do we solve this? ”

Reconstruction after the meal was done, he wrote a memorandum of appreciation on his laptop.

After writing it down, I looked from the beginning and was worried that it seemed too straightforward.

There was very little praise.

Numerous drawbacks and points for improvement accounted for nine halves of the entire auditorium.

Reconstruction turned to Lika and asked.

“Lika, can I let this go? Kang Min-ho, what if I lose my feedback? I don't think it's going to work. ”

Lika shines her eyes and replaces the answer.

Reconstruction sighed thinly and turned his gaze back to the laptop screen.

“Yes, it would be polite to be honest about your emotions. Speaking back will only do more harm than good for you. ”

Reconstruction sent a written audition to Minho and immediately began writing his novel, "The Bress."

Lika looks at the rebuilding with her chin bent at the edge of the bed. Lika's eyes gradually tighten as she doze off.

* * *

After one day, the next.

Around noon, the reconstruction took a hot shower and put rice in an electric cooker. A message came from Minho as he was considering eating fried eggs for dinner.

- I appreciate the quality of the auditorium. We revised the points you noted overnight. I'm so sorry, but I'm asking you to take another look at this. And if you don't mind, I'd like to offer you a meal in return.

A smile spread over the face of the reconstruction that still remained drowsy. I can't believe you've been up all night modifying your draft. I was worried that I might get hurt, so I leaned forward.

Reconstruction read Minho's revised novel while drinking coffee again. And I was surprised. The revised novel was accepting almost everything he pointed out. Thanks to this, the overall readability increased unnoticed in just one day.

“Writer Kang Min-ho, you have a good sense. It's not something you can fix just because you hear feedback. ”

I decided that this would be good enough for the market.

Small disadvantages were still trampled on by both eyes, but it was the elders' progress compared to the initial reading yesterday.

But…….

Nevertheless, the reconstruction was anxious.

All he saw was one volume.

After volume 2, we have no idea what we are going to do.

‘Writer Kang Min-ho also had a sudden collapse from the third volume. ’

I told him it was just fun at the writers' club, but it wasn't. I rolled up the contents of the book in 3 words. I forced myself to endure it, but it was really hard.

Is there anyone who can help us? ’

After thinking about it, I couldn't stand it.

After thinking about it, Reconstruction picked up the phone and called.

It is much easier and faster to call directly than sending a message.

- Hello? Mr. Haejeon?

“Yes, hello. Can I talk to you? ”

- Yes, yes! Nothing, of course. I was a little surprised to hear from you.

“No, I've read everything you've edited for me. Better than yesterday. It's true."

I don't know, do you feel better?

“I won't say anything without it. By the way, Kang Min-ho. Do you have a contract for this piece? ”

- Not yet, and I'm thinking of paying for this piece. I want to wait for the management contact to come in while I connect for free.

“I see.”

Reconstruction reminded her of what she could do for Minho. In his head, he recalled the situation of the Lapbook, where only one author belonged.

The conclusion was swift.

Kang Min-ho needs someone to lead her.

In addition, Taewon needs a writer to fatten up the Lapbooks.

I'm going to the end because I'm starting to help.

Minho is not someone who easily forgets grace. Maybe one day I'll have his help. Later, the reconstruction was a horse.

“You're buying me food. Can you buy me lunch today? ”

Today?

Minho's voice rises with panic on the other side of the radio.

- Yes, we can. I can, of course. Where do you want me to meet you? Hah, I'll go as soon as you pick a location.

Reconstruction gave her eyes and ears.

“You said the office is near Guro Station? I'm raising a cat. I'd like to meet you at Kang Min-ho's office if you don't mind. ”

Y-you mean you won't come to where I am?

“If you don't mind me and my cat. ”

- Excuse me? I love animals, and so do all the other writers. And now I'm the only one in the office.

“Then send me the address. I'll be there in a minute. ”

- Yes, sir. Very well. I'll see you later.

Reconstruction after hanging up the phone changed into outdoor clothes and left the house with Lika.

I was about to get in the car and start the car, and a phone call came from Tae-won.

“Yes, Jules. ”

- Have you had lunch?

“Not yet. What about Jules? ”

Oh, by the way, The Breeze is taking the first place on payroll. Next month, you'll be on the Navin Store and Cocoa Page, and you might be in for the rest of your life. You must be rich.

“I'm surprised, too. I didn't expect it to go this far because it's an authentic fantasy. Oh, Jules. I was going to call you. Can I play five episodes a day? ”

Five a day?

“Yes, I think I have enough stockpile right now. ”

It was money that caused the reconstruction to increase the number of installments.

I wanted to buy a house for my family as soon as possible. It was natural that the more parties involved, the faster the money would come.

Five or six volumes. How much stock do you have?

“There are up to 350. ”

In fact, there were only 175 chapters, but he lied.

If I'm being honest, of course I'd disagree.

Anyway, I had a notebook and mug from Seogun Woo, so I was confident that I could use 25 copies a day.

No, when did you write that?

The rest of the stunned, questioning Tae Joon's voice is strangely turning.

Reconstruction began with a smiling voice.

“You know I work hard. I'm assuming you'll play five parts.

- Are you sure you're okay?

“I know, don't worry. Hey, Jules. I'm sorry, I have to drive now. ”

- Oh, yeah. Okay, drive safe and talk to you later.

“Yes, Jules. Have a great day."

Finally, the reconstruction hung up without talking about Minho. It was not too late to tell me after things became clear.

“Here we go, Lika. ”

The rebuilding car begins to move across the road.

Lika sat quietly in the passenger seat with her eyes closed and yawning.

Minho's office is not far away.

The road was also quiet, so the reconstruction took a little more than 20 minutes to arrive at the destination.

“Huh? What, it's not an office, it's just a villa? ”

Ran to the address printed on the navigation and stood in a backyard residential area. Twenty years ago, an old villa lay before my eyes.

Reconstruction took out the phone and made a phone call.

- Yes, sir. Where are you?

“We're here. Is this the orange brick villa? ”

- Oh, yeah. Hold on a second.

The rattling of the door knocks at the eardrum of reconstruction.

Minho popped out of the old villa before five seconds had passed.

I didn't know this was an office, so the reconstruction got out of the car with a somewhat surprised look.

“You're here so soon, Writer Ha. ”

“Yes, there's no traffic at all. ”

“Please come in first. It's ugly, but I want you to understand. ”

Reconstruction followed Minho into the villa with Lika in its arms.

B01, located in the basement, was Minho's office.

Maybe the average is within 12 square feet.

It was a structure with one living room and one large room, one small room, and a narrow kitchen and bathroom.

The house stained with mildew and mildew was very small. It didn't seem like the right furniture or appliances.

A few computers on an old desk suddenly caught my attention in the rebuilding. I felt helpless proving that this was the office of the writers.

“Hahaha, sorry. It's a little bad, isn't it? ”

Minho scratched the back of his head and smiled beautifully.

“Writers raised a little money to rent each other out. Before that, I was alone in the high school, and it's much more economical because I'm living like this. ”

“Ah, yes. ”

“You have to eat first. What would you like? Here's a delivery brochure. I like them all, so make yourself at home. ”

Minho was tightening his head over and over.

In fact, he was almost insane. My excited heart was not calming at all. Hae Hae-won, an up-and-coming writer like the storm, came in person to meet the only one who was still anonymous.

“How about steamed? Or seafood. Order sushi and it will be delivered in about 30 minutes. ”

“I don't know. I'd love to have a squeeze. ”

“Phew... Cotton? ”

“Yes, I've been wanting to eat the squeeze ever since I got here. ”

Reconstruction laughed and said.

I already know that Minho's condition is not good. I didn't want a lot of money leaking out of his poor wallet for lunch. Given Minho's pride, it was also difficult to say that he would pay for food.

“Are you…… sure you want to do this? ”

Minho asked again and again with an embarrassing look on his face. It was a great honor for him to serve a bowl of reconstructed food for lunch when he came to this point.

“Don't you want to squeeze? ”

“No, I love it, but don't eat it better. ”

“Delicious is good. I just want it squeezed. I just prefer weeds to weeds. ”

“Ah... yes, I'll let you do it. The neighborhood's squeeze scene is pretty good. Oh, I'm sorry..."

Minho called the Chinese house with a confused face and ordered food. As soon as he hung up, the reconstruction immediately asked the question, like the person who was waiting.

“Writer Kang Min-ho, are you willing to sign with me? ”

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