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A high-pass voice is heard and the manager nods.

“You know, you're in charge of the centurion. The broadcast must have started earlier. I heard you're worried about your listening rate. ”

“Play it for me. ”

The manager hesitates and tilts his head.

I've been Joon's manager for over a year now.

It was never my preference for an educational programme such as writer's night. Anyway, his hands were changing radio frequencies as per the demand for range.

-... after you recently won the Contemporary Youth Literature Award? If there's anything in particular that I can remember, I'd like to ask you about it.

A clear voice came from the female facilitator.

The manager turned the sound up slightly again.

JooJoon listened quietly to the conversation flowing out with his eyes closed.

- I'm impressed you have so many more visitors than I thought. There were a lot of readers who came to see the oil, not the rebuilding of "Gale Fury."

- Yeah, a fan of the genre novelist, Kwangcheon Yu, has come to visit us. Is the readership overlapping unexpectedly?

- I think so. The person who hosted the signing ceremony was quite surprised that so many readers didn't expect to come.

- You mean the one sitting outside the booth? Haha, you must have been really surprised. They said they sold nearly 1,500 copies on the spot. I heard you sold 300 copies of Tornadoes. As a paragrapher, I think that's an amazing sexual or reaction, but what do you think about this?

- I have no way to express my gratitude.

‘Hmph, faking. ’

She closed her eyes and only put out her lips.

Suddenly, he remembers his girlfriend, who likes books, and picks up his phone from his pocket and makes a phone call.

- Yes, brother.

“Where are you?”

- I came in after choreography. I was going to call. Are you going to Gangwon right now? You must be tired.

“I'm tired, just like you and me. Chae Lin, do you know a writer called Hae Hae Hae Hae Hae Hae? ”

What novel did you write?

“That's what I heard. A storm. I heard you got a contemporary youth literature award or something. ”

- I don't know. Hmm... Ha-ha-ha...? Oh, right! Isn't that the writer of that stupid woman? Last time I was reading in the car, you asked me if I was reading annoying books from a title like this.

“I remember the blur. ”

- Probably right. Brother, I'm sweating all over. Can I wash up and call you back?

“Got it.”

After disconnecting the phone, JooJooJoon accessed Navin and searched for Harebuild.

Under my profile picture, I was reminded of works that have been published to date.

On the right side of 'Gale Anger' there was also a novel called 'Stupid Woman’, which my girlfriend had mentioned.

"It's also in an e-book. ’

I was intrigued that my girlfriend was also a writer.

JooJoon bought ‘Gale Anger’ as an e-book and floated the text on his phone. However, even before reading the first page in 10 lines, he fell into a deep sleep without overcoming the temptation of suma.

* * *

Late night writer's night was approaching the end.

Several people were listening to today's broadcast. The father of the bed, the mother who takes care of him, and Somi, the sister, Su-hee and Jinjin, as well as comrades and editors.

Everyone was listening to the radio, postponing their sleep. Together, they were close to reconstruction.

There were exceptions, of course.

Myeong-seok, the son and editor of the Sung Publishing Group, was also breaking his habits and listening to the radio in the library.

He's a great guy. ’

One day, a genre novelist suddenly appeared as if he had fallen from the sky.

A middle-aged creature in the hands of a digital literature award followed by contemporary youth literature award.

This was the appreciation of brilliance.

‘It's easy to match the sentence specifications of the lines you played in the genre... ’

In addition to personal favors, there was a connection to reconstruction.

‘Gale Nordo’ was published through the Celestial Springs, a literary brand of the group published. It was clear that he was a writer who became interested over time.

‘Phew……. ’

I drank a cup of coffee when Myeong-seok cooled down.

No matter how much I tapped my head, it didn't get better. It was due to the great concern I had recently faced.

This time, I was preparing a brand for a novel of a new mystery and horror genre, but there was nothing worth starting with.

‘Everyone's full. ’

Many authors' manuscripts were piled up on Myeong Seok's desk. In total, he was a composer of more than 20 works.

In the eyes of all of us, it was rubbish.

‘I can't believe you're sending this stuff around like it's writing. What kind of guts are they? Do they think the price of their names is that great? Pathetic people who will spend their whole lives searching for scraps of bread for a prize or two. ’

Myung Seok picked up the plaintiffs in anger and tore the drum.

Many of the authors who had written many days in their own way were immediately trashed and scattered on the floor.

Just then, the female facilitator's voice, which is now thought to be the final question answer, dug into the eardrum of the masterpiece.

- When will the new book be available?

- Just conceiving. Actually, since today, it's past 12: 00, yesterday. Yesterday afternoon, I suddenly remembered the material. It's been less than 10 hours since I started my initiative.

- So, what's it about?

-I 'm not trying to hide it, but there are very few answers. I can tell you for sure why a college girl who committed suicide was killed. It would be a mystery or a deduction to dig it up.

‘Yes...? ’

The two eyes of the bright stone opened.

It was not a mistake to hear. The voice of reconstruction coming out of the broadcast was clearly called 'mystery or deduction.’

‘Mysteries can be used...? ’

Just a moment of absurdity.

When I looked at the footprints of the reconstruction using various genres, I decided that it was not too much.

‘I can't be sure, but it's worth watching. ’

Compared to my career so far, there are many possibilities to write good works as a mystery.

One day, after the writer's night, advertising music was pouring out.

Bright seats turned off the radio and deep thought.

If rebuilding really had written more than average mystery works, I would have won the contract somehow.

Monster-class newcomers like rebuilding are easy to market to publishers because of their scarcity.

It is an example of a newcomer who is adequate for reducing costs and eliciting great repercussions from readers.

‘Myeong-hoon may be a little distracted, but it's work. ’

He immediately picked up his phone and added a new line to tomorrow's morning meeting.

It was a 'meeting with the reconstructor regarding the launch of the brand mystery'.

* * *

“Why do you keep coming to the hospital? ”

As soon as I saw my son, the stone made a bad impression.

Reconstruction did not mind placing a box of fruit juice bought next to it and replied.

“Eat one after you eat. ”

“What brings you here again? I still have a lot to eat. You have to keep moving to rehabilitate and get better, or you'll wake up full. ”

“You can't even walk on crutches, Dad. What rehab are you doing? He said he didn't want his son to come. You slept through the radio show last night in the break room. ”

“Why do you keep saying useless things? After forcing me to hold you and your mother to sleep. Oh, he's annoying. I can't see the TV. Get out of the way. ”

Reconstruction faintly smiles and moves aside.

The stone stared at the morning drama of the TV that was not usually interested because of the fat expression. It was so funny that Jae-in covered his mouth and laughed.

“Oh, I have to go home. I'm gonna go get my dad's clothes. ”

“I'll be there. She's here. ”

“Please, both of you, just go, okay? ”

The stone once again said, but the two brothers did not pretend to have heard it. The reconstruction leaves the room to get the clothes, and Jae-in starts carving apples.

“Is that your son? ”

A woman in her 50s sitting next to her bed asked.

She was also a patient with a broken leg in a car accident, like a stone. There was a patient I knew in this room who used to come and talk to me several times a day.

“Yes.”

The stone glanced at her slightly to prevent her being excused, and held back briefly. Honestly, I didn't want to talk to her as much as I did. Most of them were proud of their families when they had the chance to talk to them.

“It's hard to play these days.... It's hard to get a job.”

I already noticed the stone that the woman suddenly brings out. At this time, he sees the reconstruction of all his patients. It was clear from what I had experienced.

The stone didn't feel the need to answer, but was silently staring at the TV. But as always, the woman was talking on her own.

“Then my son got lucky. I got into HG right after graduation, and I've been getting recognized for three years. It's hard to get into big corporations, but it's harder to survive. It's magnificent, but it's not very sad. ”

“I see.”

The stone answering with a dry voice darkened my eyes. No one asked me, but talking alone was her specialty.

In her prime, the woman came to ask the stone questions.

“How old is your son? ”

“Twenty-eight this year. ”

“You're one year younger than my son. Then you're no longer a student. Phew, living is so hard. We don't know when the game will be restored. ”

The stone didn't want to talk childishly, so I kept my mouth shut all the time, but Jae-in was a little different.

She slices the shredded apple well and replies instead.

“Well, it's a good thing my brother is a writer and has nothing to do with the game. ”

“Are you a writer? A novel? ”

“Yes.”

The woman lets out a long sigh as if the ground were dying.

“You're doing great. Phew, but it won't be easy to eat and live without the top writers. Isn't that right?”

He couldn't have known the mind of a policeman who was full of worrying speech.

When I listened to the woman's words as I wanted to go, it was really quite remarkable.

“This is my son. Is he worth 5,000 this time? I'm still single, so that's enough. Well, there's a little apartment in my name. How much does your brother make? I'm curious about how young people make money these days. I don't know if my son earns well. Is 5,000 okay? ”

“I'm not sure. My brother's a little over 200 million. ”

Her face hardens like a stone just as she laughs.

Jae-in was handing out a carved apple to the stone with a faint look on his face. The stone was eaten with an apple.

“200 million…? Is the annual salary... 200 million? ”

“It's not annual salary, it's monthly. ”

“Every, every month…?! ”

“As a writer, it's a little vague to say salary. That's how much it pays to get published every month. I'm gonna go see the nurse for a minute. ”

Jae-in steps out of the room with an unannounced answer.

Earl halfway through the conversation, the stone hand out the apple plate and asks the woman who can't speak.

“Would you like a slice? ”

* * *

“I got all my clothes. Oh, right. ”

After I packed my father's luggage at the main house, I turned around, not trying to leave the front door.

I thought I should take some books for my father who likes books.

‘It's been a long time. ’

The smallest room was the storeroom and father's library for storing things that were not often used. It was a place I hadn't set foot in years because I didn't like it.

There were all sorts of shitty things all tangled up in one place. One side of the wall is stacked with concubines with books reaching to the ceiling. They were all purchased by books that liked to read.

"Hey, have you ever seen Japanese genre novels? ’

I picked out an old book I was interested in reconstructing and opened it.

As he turned the page and read, he leaned back to lean his back against the wall.

However, it was a mountain of books, not walls.

“Wack!”

The pushed books pour down.

When the reconstruction closed its eyes, the whole room was already a mess of books.

“I made this mistake... …. ”

I was so blinded by the thought of organizing all these books.

The moment I bent my back to get rid of the book.

A box of paper in a corner that had never been hidden from the mountain of books until now was visible in the field of reconstruction.

The box was open.

“ ……! ”

The reconstruction, which checked the contents in it, froze as normal.

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