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11 - Not alone (5)
It was true that there was no confidence in the painting.
It was a part that would not be solved by the praise of reconstruction. So this was a no-no.
But Somi couldn't do that now.
If you accept this, you will be able to continue your relationship with reconstruction a little longer.
You'll be able to see your face again.
There was silence between the two of them in a noisy restaurant.
Somi was keeping her eyes down while maintaining a serious expression. Finally, the reconstruction smiles and speaks.
“I'm sorry. I'm in a rush, but if you're feeling uncomfortable, you can think about it slowly.... ”
“I will!”
Somi nods with a resolved look on her head.
Dory was a little surprised by the rebuilding, and she was an obscure word.
“I'm not sure, but I'll try. As soon as I get home, I'm going to collect all the paintings that are going to be popol and email them to you. ”
I snapped my fingers with a happy smile and ricocheted.
“That's good thinking. You don't want to spoil your talent. You can do my cover later. Okay?”
The reconstruction filled Somi and her glass cup with cola. Then I urged him to drink a glass of carbonated water.
“A toast. Oh, a toast. Well, a toast to Mr. Jung Jung-mi, who will be reborn as the editor of the Rural Slaughter by day, but an emotionally exploding illustrator by night. ”
“What is it? Strange, Writer Ha. ”
“Let's make a quick toast. And here's one shot. ”
“Yes? How can I...? I'm weak from carbonation. ”
“If you don't get a round shot, here's the calculation. ”
Reconstruction began to drink a cup full of cola.
Somi, who had a tear, followed the cup to her mouth.
Both of them choked to death, and they burst into laughter, looking at each other's faces.
“Oh, that makes me feel better. Do you want to go karaoke after dinner? ”
“Karaoke? I like it. Are you sure you're okay? You should write, too. ”
“You know I use that at lightspeed. So, Karaoke call after this is over? ”
“…… Cough. ”
Somi replied shyly, making a circle with her fingers.
I didn't feel nervous anymore. This time is precious. Somi drank all the remaining cola in the cup, pledging to do her best not to leave anything behind.
* * *
“Phew, it's finally settlement day. ”
The morning of December 27th, when Christmas passed.
Dongmi mutters with a fresh face and pulls a chair in front of the computer.
Today was Moon Piang's settlement day. Moon Piang's settlement period is from the 28th of the previous month to the 27th of the current month.
Tae-won was still wandering around the room because of accumulated blood pressure.
Dongmi listened to Taewon's snoring and connected to Munpiang. After entering her username and password, she brought up the results of the settlement of Feng Cheon oil's work ‘The Bress’ on screen.
Artwork: The Bress
Pay Web Novel purchase: 2,681,448 cases
Total Paid Web Novel Sales: 268,144,800 KRW
Paid web novel settlement amount: 168,931,224 won
Tax: 5,574,730 KRW
Actual payment amount: 163,356,494 won
“Amazing...! ”
I checked every day, but my emotions did not diminish.
Today, more than yesterday caused Dongdong to tremble with joy. The three halves of the unpaid web novel settlement were reserved for Lapbooks.
In the meantime, the reconstruction has written a manuscript at an astonishing rate.
Thanks to this, I was able to play ‘The Bress’ five times every day, and I had this amazing result in the beginning of the day.
“This is the greatest class of all time. It's not even been a month. ”
‘The Bress’ began its association in early December. If the month had been a healthy one, it would have remained even more profitable.
Even this is only sales at Munpiang.
Depending on Tae-won's sales results, 'The Bress’ will now be infiltrating the Navin Store, Cocoa Page and Utobooks as well.
Even Dongdong could not understand how much profit it would generate.
“I'm still sleeping. I'll call you. ”
Dongmyun held Tae-won's cell phone without delay.
I've been so obsessed with worrying about taxes to go up, including living expenses. I had to thank the writer for removing all this anxiety at once.
After a short beep, the phone is connected.
- Yes, Jules.
“Hello, Hareconstructor. That's the wife of Kwon's protégé. ”
- Oh, yeah. Hi there.
On the other side of the handset is the voice of a slightly disgraceful reconstruction.
Dong Mi could not hide her smile, but held her cell phone with both hands.
“I wanted to thank you in advance for writing so well. You know it's Munpião's settlement day, right? Mr. Ha, your income is enormous. ”
- Thank you. I've seen a lot of thanks to you.
“I really want to take you home. I've always wanted to serve you good food so that you could take care of yourself. I want you to talk to your husband, and I want you to come. ”
- Yes, of course. Invite me and I'll go.
“Yes, I would appreciate it if you would come. And, Writer Ha, where should I take you if I send you something? ”
It was a question of knowing that the rebuilding principal was a water source and living alone in Seoul. It is very important to send gifts to writers during the holidays and holidays.
Even reconstruction is the only great writer in the Lapbooks. Of course, I couldn't just walk away.
- Oh, I think you should send him to the water source.
“Yes, sir. Well, have a good holiday. We'll get back to you in the new year. ”
- Yeah, have a good holiday.
Knuckles!
Reconstruction after disconnecting the phone has turned the base on for as long as it can.
Lying prone to the bed, Lika lies down along the reconstruction and twists for as long as she can.
“100 million…. ”
Reconstruction mutters, looking away from Lika.
Writing a novel and earning over 100 million a month in one piece. It is like a miracle I could not even imagine until half a year ago. It was not long before I could buy a single-family home
"The Bress", which is being played five times daily, was scheduled to be completed to 400 in February next year. Reconstruction will not stop writing for a day because it was aimed at extracting profits quickly.
“This month's revenue...... I can't calculate this. Lika, do the math for me. How much?”
Lika didn't even pretend to hear it.
The reconstruction rushes forward, hugging Lika in the chest, and asking her over and over again.
“Do the math, quick. How much do you make? ”
“Meow.”
Lika licks the nostrils of reconstruction.
Reconstruction was ticklish, giggling and rubbing Lika's nose.
Lika's warmth was still being transmitted with the fragrance of a gentle shampoo.
“I couldn't have written this without you. ”
“Meow?”
“You're not just a cat. I know. You and him saved me. ”
The reconstruction sits upright and strokes Lika's neck.
Lika squints at his hands, her eyes narrowing as if she were asleep.
“I'll do my best. I'm learning something new every day. You're a great man. If you follow every word and every sentence you teach, it will taste completely different. Who the hell are you? ”
The reconstruction that was muttering suddenly reminded me of the contemporary youth literature award that participated in "Hurricane Noise." I used all my strength as a model for Dazzle.
I had forgotten for a while.
You will now enter the final judgment period.
If he had no expectations at all, he was lying.
I wanted to achieve good results as much as I was encouraged by Professor Han Hye-sun. I wanted to be a disciple that I could be proud of.
“Lika, should I go out? I'm going to clean up your house and get you a drink. ”
“Meow.”
Lika immediately jumped out of bed, as she understood.
Reconstruction took the cloak and left the house with Lika.
The cold winds of the winter blow, but the reconstruction that wrapped Lika around her is not even a little cold.
* * *
“That's funny.”
I lost my luck by putting down the coffee cup my old professor drank.
Seven to eight men and women sat around a luxurious wooden table.
They had a common element.
It was that professors, novelists, critics, etc. were all famous people who occupied one place in the literary world.
He was also the final judge of contemporary youth literature.
“A contemporary youth literary award for a writer who produced low-quality pulp fiction? Don't you think it's too silly? ”
Immediately, the professor beside him said.
“I think so, too. There is a highlight in the paragraphs." Contemporary Youth Literature Award "? It's not fair, and frankly, I'm also skeptical about the possibility of a countermeasure. ”
The next 50-year-old female professor who made a stubborn and neurotic impression continued to talk.
“I agree with you. I don't like this expression, but it doesn't fit the class. Poor, snobby work. Oh, I'm sorry. It's not a work. Literature award to a lump of paper that's white, can read, has nothing left to read? ”
“Yes, many of my students have only challenged the Contemporary Youth Literature Award for a few years. I can't tell you with my own mouth, but they're really good kids. I participated again, and the contemporary Youth Literature Award is not for rubbish and genre writers who pour out novels. ”
The last professor said it quietly.
The four across the street were silent.
They supported the election of the author who was becoming a topic.
It was their idea that it was overwhelmingly well written.
“Hehe.”
Suddenly, one of the four female professors smiled in a low tone.
The woman across the street with the rugged impression frowned and asked.
“What's so funny? ”
“It's nothing. I thought it was interesting because your opinions were so consistent. They all say the same thing. ”
After answering boldly, the professor pushed the chair behind him and stood up.
She had no reason to sit here anymore.
“Where are you suddenly going? ”
“I don't have any more stories to say. I've just come up with a topic to criticize the shortwave this month. ”
Everyone's face was stiffened by what the professor said.
The impact of this professor's criticism on paragraphs was never negligible.
“W-what are you trying to write about? ”
Professor Jung stuttered and asked.
The professor opened his eyes to the ceiling as she thought.
“A stamp on a writer? because the masterpiece is a genre novel, and it's a bitter grief that you can't get the recognition of paragraphs even if you write it well. I intend to think calmly about whether this mistake is in the free spirit of the writer or in the paragraphs. ”
“Hey, Professor Han Hye-sun! ”
The old professor stood up with his head held high.
“Are you siding with your disciple??! ”
I slowly lowered my gaze toward the ceiling.
Soon, the two eyes of the professor who was moving to the old professor did not see a single thing shaking.
“Do you know who I am and ask me that? ”
A firm word with no room to squeeze it in.
The old professor turned his head away, shouting "Nod."
I hate to admit it, but it was true.
The professor in front of me was never unfair.
“By the way, is it cheaper this time and the city has a lot of tea? You don't have a single place. ”
It was an old professor's quarrel that continued avoiding his eyes.
The professor burst into a hollow smile.
“How do you relate to an infinite novel? ”
“ ……?! ”
The stall calms down like cold water.
The professor took a book out of his bag and put it in the middle of their table.
“This is the work of the author. I don't think any of you, including the former professor, have read it yet. Especially Professor Jung. You said you were suspicious of him. And I'm quite curious to see if you can think of one after you read this piece. ”
“Hmmm…! ”
“Then I'll get up first. Have a good day."
The professor turned and left the conference room.
Everyone's gaze gathers on the book she left behind.
The writer's name was Harebuild, and the piece was called "Stupid Woman."
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