Big Life

17 - Clamor (1)

Bucheon officetel author's office.

Minho opened his eyes to the sunlight as he squeezed through the curtain. As was customary, the wall clock with eyes on it pointed to 8: 00 a.m.

‘Time is running out. ’

I try to live a regular life for my health, but it is rarely kept. If you are enthusiastic about writing, you will be able to sleep for 1-2 hours backwards.

Minho hurriedly got up from bed.

I wanted to sleep more, but I thought I'd wake up after 9: 00 tomorrow.

“Eun-young Jang! Get up! ”

Minho tapped on the closed visit.

As soon as the answer came back with a drowsy voice, he went to the kitchen and prepared breakfast. This week was Minho's dinner party.

“Ahem, what's on the menu? ”

“Egg fries, bean sprouts, bean sprouts, and kimchi. ”

Min-ho looked back at Eun-young and trembled.

It was her nightgown and her outfit.

White sleeveless t-shirt with shoulder and bust ribs and pink hotpants on the bottom.

“Why are you looking at me like that? What's on my face? ”

“Hey, you need to take care of your clothes. ”

“What's wrong with my clothes? ”

“Don't you think it's a little overexposed? ”

Minho grumbled and ate in the bowl.

Eun-young chuckled and sat down with the dining chair removed and replied.

“It's hot. What should I do? ”

“It's okay to be in a room, but you have to be careful when you get out. ”

“Okay, stop. I was comfortable wearing it because I didn't have a scope until tomorrow. ”

“Am I not even a person? ”

“When did you care about this? We didn't even see one day. ”

Minho pulled his tongue out, put the bowl down on the table, and sat across from him.

Eun-young immediately fixes her legs and starts teasing the spoon diligently.

“Delicious, brother. Where did he learn to play? ”

“You taught me that a long time ago, when I was in Jongno. ”

“... Was it? ”

I scoured past memories with a blurry face.

Immediately after his discharge, Minho made a trail of part-time jobs in Jongno. Eun-young was also before the wedding, and she used to play in the trailer room and write and eat.

“Somehow the cone tasted the same as I did. ”

“Idiot.”

“Who are you calling an idiot? Idiot.”

After the meal, the two of them went to the terrace and had coffee.

Eun-young took a good look at Min-ho for a while and asked.

“Are you going to stay in the writer's office? ”

“Stay as close as you can. ”

Minho replied immediately without any worries.

“What a blessing it is to live in such a nice house without paying rent. You have to keep writing in order to live. I'm here to at least raise enough money to cover the studio postage. ”

“After collecting all that money? ”

“Next? Hmm…… what about that……. ”

Minho frowns as she sweeps down her messy head.

“Let's meet a nice girl and get married. ”

The sound passes by, and a little blood rushes out of Silver Spirit's face.

However, she soon regained her usual expression and smiled and was told.

“Yeah, that 'd be great. You're already 35 years old. ”

“Then why are you asking me all of a sudden? You want out? ”

Eun-young sighs and shakes her head.

“Can you believe that? I want to stay until I can. I just don't know how long I can stay. I was worried about what I would do if something happened to you or me or the office. ”

“Let's sell our worries. This is Ha's office. You don't have to worry about useless things. Write as hard as you've ever written. ”

As soon as Minho's answer was finished, the front door was opened with a beep.

When they saw the reconstruction, they opened their eyes at the same time.

“Haha, what are you doing here? ”

“Hi, me and Rica are coming into the office from today. ”

Reconstruction put Lika on the ground and said,

“I want to live regularly with the writers. I have to take care of my health. I was going to hook up soon. ”

Eun-young smiles and takes a step forward.

“That's good thinking. I always felt it when I saw Mr. Ha's work, but I couldn't live with myself if I only copied it half the time. ”

“Haha, yeah……. ”

Reconstruction smiled beautifully and avoided the gaze of Eun Young.

Minho touched Eun-young's waist with his elbow.

Then Eun-young looks down at her outfit and quickly disappears into her room to change.

“Soon there will be a summer of twenty. ”

Minho addressed the reconstruction of the seat.

Minho had not seen the movie yet and had no malice, but the reconstruction caused an unconscious convulsion in both clowns.

“Yes, it is. ”

Reconstruction turned on the laptop and responded casually.

I could feel it for myself.

The shock of watching a movie on the premiere has not yet gone.

‘It's over anyway. You have to do well from today. ’

It is my first day at work to take care of my body and mind. I wanted to get rid of my misgivings and start with a good feeling.

Reconstruction ran the word program with a grip.

I was going to use the scenario as a material obtained from the East Sea.

‘Oscar's Dungeon’ was supposed to publish 1 and 2 copies simultaneously after Somi's illustration had been completed to four volumes. So there was still time.

‘What should I call it.... ’

Meet a gangster who has committed a crime and fled to the East Sea, and a native East Sea girl who admires the city.

It was a time when I needed a good title for this story.

The whole time I was drinking a cup of coffee, I couldn't think of a better title. At this rate, I thought the whole day would go by just thinking about the title all day long.

In the end, reconstruction started writing with an intuitive phrase, "Sea of Gangsters."

‘Not bad. ’

The rebuilding laughed on its own as it was being used until noon.

Unlike when I used to beat the batsman like a hunted man, I felt a lot.

An unparalleled comfortable space, generous sunshine through a spacious terrace, and the sound of other writers' typewriters moderately inspiring.

Everything was comfortable.

“Ha, you should have lunch. ”

“Yes, what can I get you? ”

“I'll cook for you. This week it's my turn. ”

“Hahaha, yes. Then I'm asking you.”

The three of them sat around the table and had lunch.

Reconstruction quietly thought about the future of eating.

‘I wrote a scenario on my way home from work, and next week I have a lecture at the library first, and then I have a talk with JoIM.... Oh, you'll see after you finish your novel. ’

The material to be presented was already perfect. The reconstruction that I had finished thinking about finished eating comfortably.

“Oh my, this blogger is so passionate about you. ”

Eun-young, who was looking at her phone and eating, muttered.

Reconstruction was interesting because it mentioned it.

“What is it?”

“I'm a blogger specializing in genre fiction. Only Mr. Ha's work is special. I've created separate categories and detailed reviews of all my works. Would you like to take a look? ”

Reconstruction took Eun-young's phone.

According to the contents, her words were not a lie. It was a blog that made me feel like I was an avid fan of Yoon Cheon oil.

The name of the blog is "Pegelon" after the title of the novel of reconstruction. Even the background consisted of the cover of a book that had been rebuilt.

"What, have you seen my debut? ’

Reconstruction while looking at the board opened its eyes in surprise.

He's thoroughly reviewing all of his work, from his debut to his next.

Even when I posted the review, it was that year that was published at the time. He said he had read his book since then, not looking for a masterpiece.

The comments box also showed question comments from several visitors. Readers read and searched for 'The Bress,' the best publication. Their question of whether there were such works was answered individually.

- Writer Poongcheon Oil's debut. I failed my test in middle school reading this.

- It's a little heavy, but it's fresh. So far it's a mystery to me why this didn't show up at the time.

Reconstruction impressed me greatly as I read the comments from the compliments.

A long time ago, there was a reader who quietly supported himself in an invisible place.

With a million copies of sales, he became a great writer who made it to cinematography, but his heart was eaten and drunk in front of the reader's trivial cheering.

"He writes, too. ’

The reconstruction that I continued to look at found links to fantasy novels written by blog owners. When I pressed the link, I was connected to Moonpien, a novel release titled "Atheic Management" came to mind.

“Oh, that's Mr. Jang's phone. I'm sorry."

Reconstruction returned Eun-young her phone and began reading 'Athletic Management’ on her laptop.

Taekwondo, who was famous in the past, was a fantasy novel in a contemporary setting where he won the performance and won.

‘This is a possibility. ’

My grades are not good, but the writing tasted pretty good. It was a post that I thought was likely to grow fast if I had someone to lead me around.

‘I like it, and President Kwon is good too. ’

Reconstruction sent a note to Pegelon after the matter had been resolved.

I wanted to reward myself for being an enthusiastic fan.

I wonder how long it's been since I've sent that note.

Knock, knock!

A message flew from Pegelon even before the ship from which the rebuilding had been called went out.

- Hee-hee-hee! Are you really the writer of Wind Cheon Oil?!

- Hi, you're Poongcheon Oil. You just got in touch.

I can't believe it. My hands are shaking. I'm getting a typo. I almost fainted as soon as I got the real note. I'm a fan of that writer, Poongcheon Oil! I love it! I've read it all 10 times! I read your book and started writing my own! Aaaaahhhh!

The target's scream echoes through the eardrums with just a single text.

Reconstruction smiled and wrote back.

- I've read the whole Atheist Management thing, but I see a lot of good things. You haven't signed yet, have you? Why don't you polish up a little bit and work with the labbooks I'm working on?

- Oh, my God. In fact, we've already talked to the media about making a deal. I'm getting ready to meet up later.

Oceanic media?

Reconstruction inadvertently frowned upon the answer of maritime media.

A company that is famous for beating up contracts with unknown new people is sitting on its head.

I couldn't help but worry.

- Excuse me, can I ask you about the terms of your contract?

- Yes, he's Poongcheon Oil. Six percent paper tax, five to five e-books. He said he's new, and he's very good at it.

“ ……. ”

Reconstruction was absurd, so I laughed nonsense. I can't believe we're not gonna get the promotion right. Five-to-five.

I also want to hit him again.

- What's your name?

- Yes, she said she's Deputy Park Kyeong-soo.

Reconstruction stopped the finger that was tapping on the screen and got lost in thought.

Here, you can save the debut of a dreamy new writer.

I was a little distracted because something bothered me, but the reconstruction finally decided to reach out for help. To repay his long and arduous fan.

* * *

“You've made a very good decision, Writer Lee Yeon-woo. ”

An intimate cafe situated in a single city.

Representative Park Kyeong-soo from Tae Tae Media and the new writer Lee Yeon-woo sat down. Soon after she was discharged, Yeon-woo had a nervous expression on her short hair.

“Writer Lee Yeon-woo is a debutante now. We're really taking care of the market economy like we do today. I'm going back to work to get this much from this writer. ”

Kyungsoo laughed and drank sweet-tongued words.

There was no reason to go back to the company and get in trouble.

He was flirting with Yeon-woo as instructed by Jong-goo.

“Yes, thank you very much. I'm young and inexperienced, and you're very kind. ”

Yeon-woo smiled beautifully and replied.

"Atheic Management" was a novel that began to play properly after an impossible feat.

My grades were not good, but I was encouraged by a small number of readers. In the meantime, an offer of contract has come from the media.

There was only one reason why Yeon-woo did not even think about it and responded to the proposal of maritime media. It was because of one fact that his favorite author, Sungcheon oil, was published as a publisher.

‘Chuckle, let's get the contract out. ’

The heart of the snake trembled inside Kyungsoo's chest.

Within a year, he changed a lot with the flow of the world. As an employee of maritime media, he was travelling through the world in his own way, resembling the head of horse racing.

“Now, would you like to sign a contract? ”

Kyungsoo grabbed the contract out of the briefcase, smiling softly.

Right then.

Yeon-woo carefully answered her cell phone.

“Daryl, I'm sorry, there's a writer I know. ”

“You know... the writer? ”

“Yes, I would appreciate it if you could just call me once before you sign. I have no experience with this kind of thing. ”

Soon, Yeong-soo called somewhere without any interruption.

After the call was connected behind the tone, Yeon said a few words and immediately handed Kyungsoo her phone.

“Hey, hello? I'm Representative Park Kyeong-soo from Taesoo Media. ”

- It's been a long time, Representative Park. How have you been?

A vivid voice that flies through radio waves.

Kyungsoo's complexion pales as she thinks of the opposing Pokémon's face.

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