Big Life
< 17 - Screaming (2) >
17 - Clamor (2)
“Haharebuilding... Are you a writer? ”
- Yes, it's me.
Kyungsoo's gaze flickers into the pond across the street.
Yeon-woo tilts her head as if to ask what's going on.
The voice of reconstruction continues in his ear, unable to speak.
- Hello, Representative Park?
“Oh, dear. Oh, hello. Ha Writer.”
Kyungsoo is stumbling back and forth on the floor of the sofa with nothing.
“Have you been well? I texted and greeted him several times, but he was busy. ”
I've been writing a lot lately, so I haven't been able to get a hold of my phone in time. Sorry about that.
“Hahaha, yeah…… No, no. I'm sorry to have called, but you're not sorry. Yes, hahaha...! ”
Yeongwoo stares at Kyungsoo, dumbfounded.
There was nowhere else to look at and feel as confident as I had been before.
In the end, Kyungsoo gave Yeon-woo a gesture of understanding and stood up with her cell phone.
I was anxious to leave Yeon-woo in front of me because I didn't know what to say.
“By the way, how are you doing with Writer Lee Yeon-woo?" ”
Kyungsoo shunned toward the entrance of the bathroom with a small mosquito voice.
The answer to the rebuilding continued immediately.
- Writer Lee Yeon-woo used to be my reader. So I got to know him, and he asked me for my advice that he was going to sign a contract with maritime media.
“Ah… yes… yes…. ”
- I just have one question. Representative Park has heard the terms and conditions that he proposed to this author, but it seems to me that there is a bit of a problem. What do you think?
Kyungsoo was unable to answer, and he swallowed the saliva with his burning neck.
Despite the cooling air conditioning, the forehead and spine were sweaty.
- Why aren't you answering? Representative Park?
“Ah, sin, sin, sorry. Immediately, the radio didn't go off, so I couldn't hear him very well. ”
Kyungsoo threw up an excuse as he stole the sweat from his forehead.
Empty head was white.
There were no words that came to mind.
The caller is not another writer, but a rebuilder.
It seems like the days of anonymity that hit the floor yesterday, but now I've grown into a famous writer that is hard to even meet.
In any way, it couldn't have been good for the company by stimulating him.
“I, too, am under contract with instructions... …. ”
- I know, of course you did. Please take good care of it. I don't think it's too much to ask. I would like you to treat the newcomer's dream properly so that it will not be beaten by a false contract.
The reconstruction concludes with a calm voice while maintaining breathing.
Kyungsoo tightened his head and replied to his cell phone as if he were facing reconstruction.
“Yes, yes…… Of course, Writer. Absolutely."
- Thank you, and goodbye.
Reconstruction hangs up.
Kyungsoo woke up in a frenzy and called Chairman Majong-gu Burya.
- Uh, Deputy Park. Did you close the contract for the Astronautical Management Writer?
“We're still talking. ”
- What's there to talk about? Let's get this over with and go meet the writer. This writer's ears are so thin that he might not sign up for another word.
“Listen to me, Chief. I've been in touch with you. ”
- What?
“I think you're close with the Atheist Management Writer. I think you called after you heard about the contract, but she asked me to keep the contract. ”
- Hmmm…!
The bell that had lost its words shed a tear.
He was rubbing his face in front of Kyungsoo.
- No, yeah. Did Dae-ri go through with the contract without knowing that writer Ha is close to him?
Suddenly, Jong-goo shouted with an unreasonable compulsion as if he was trying to establish his dignity.
Kyungsoo trembles, but on the other hand, she is angry.
“How am I supposed to take care of that? ”
- Deputy Park, have you been answering a lot lately?
“No, no, no. Sorry……. ”
- Khh...! Anyway, this is good. I'm afraid I can't afford a full price because I haven't been tested yet. Damn it, damn it! God damn it!
“What do you want to do, sir? ”
- What are you gonna do? You can't do that. 7 percent, 7 to 3, guarantees three.
“Yes… I understand. ”
- And see if you can find something for Mr. Ha. I wish I could say hello to Shavashaba and get my hands on a piece. Hang up.
After finishing speaking, Jong-gu hung up unilaterally.
Kyungsoo looks back to her seat, longing for a trembling chest with a big breath.
“Did you say everything? ”
Yeongwoo, who was sending a message to her cell phone, raised her head and asked.
Kyungsoo boils in her stomach because she feels like she's teasing.
“Dear author, I think there was a mistake on our end. ”
“A mistake?”
“Yes, I just got off the phone with the dean again. I was wrong to hear that the electronic book ratio is seven percent to three. Ah-ha-ha... ”
Even innocent Yeon-woo found it to be nonsense.
Kyungsoo took out a new contract and put it on the table instead of writing down the terms before coming to meet Yeongwoo.
“And the athletic management was so good that they decided to cover up to three copies. I should have done this already. ”
Kyungsoo shudders in a line of good words.
Yeon-woo opened her mouth halfway and said nothing.
‘What have you been talking about…?! ’
What kind of call did he make?
Even the unpublished lotus was difficult to imagine.
Anyway, Yeon-woo was admired simply and indiscriminately.
"Amazing, Writer Poongcheon Oil……! ’
An editor who had risen to prominence began to crumble all over the phone in one phone call.
In addition, the conditions presented were greatly improved.
After only a few minutes of surprising changes, Yeon clearly felt the power of invisible reconstruction.
“Now, I want you to fill it out here. ”
Kyungsoo pushed the pen and contract with a polite gesture.
Kyungsoo, who was still dazed like he was possessed by a ghost, slowly lowered his eyes to the contract.
“Hey, Writer? ”
“I'm sorry."
Upon waking from thought, Yeon regained her original expression for a moment.
I was about to find out exactly where I needed to go.
“I can't sign this contract. ”
“…… Yes?! ”
“I think I swelled up on my debut dream too soon. I'm sorry you came out like this today. I'm out of here. ”
“Lee Yeon-woo?! ”
Yeon, who suddenly woke up, salutes like a soldier and turns to look away.
Kyungsoo's pathetic gesture continues behind his back, opening the door and leaving.
* * *
“Yes, Mr. Kwon. Oh, have you read all about athletic management? I'm going to head to the office now, so I'll take care of it. Huh? Haha, thanks for your trouble. He's also a fan of mine, so I can enjoy watching him. Sure, yeah. Okay, I'll get back to you. Take care."
The reconstruction of the call resumed writing the scenario that had been paused.
Even in Tae-won's mouth, I was relieved to say that 'athletic management’ was a potential work of development.
‘Maybe a third of the way through today. I'll attach it to the back and send it to the editor. ’
It's been days since I started going to the writer's office.
Reconstruction has maintained its commitment to work regularly from 9: 00 AM to 6: 00 PM every day.
So far, it has been difficult to see that habits have not been badged on the body.
It was hard to resist the urge because I wanted to spend more time at night when the efficiency was on fire.
‘There's no rush. I still use enough every day. ’
Today, the reconstruction was still beating the batter hard, comforting himself.
Time is somehow 5: 40 p.m.
Now there was only 20 minutes left until work, so ten fingers had no rest.
I wanted to work late, like a chimney.
“Haha, are you still going out to dinner tonight? ”
Eun-young who was working behind my back asked.
Reconstruction did not look back, but nodded and replied.
“Yes, let's eat. When I go to the studio alone, I only eat ramen. Do you want to go out for dinner today? I'll shoot. Choose. ”
The word "supper" sparkled both of Silver Spirit's eyes.
“Wow, great dining out. Would you like something to eat? Do you want something to eat with Min-ho? ”
Right then.
Knock and knock on the door.
Eun-young stood up tilting her head because there was no one but the food delivery guy who didn't know the password.
“Who is it?”
“Oh, I'll go out there. ”
A reconstruction of the visitor's identity occurred and went out to the front door.
When I opened the door, I saw Yeon-woo scratching her head.
“Hello! I'm Yeon-woo Lee! ”
Yeon-woo greeted him with a vigorous introduction.
Reconstruction welcomed him in with a smile.
All the other writers stopped doing what they were doing and got up.
“Ah, you're the superstitious management writer. ”
“Huh? Oh, and that blogger, Pegelon? Your big fan? ”
Minho and Eun-young approached with words.
Yeonwoo smiles broadly and looks down at them one by one.
Reconstruction explained to them.
“Actually, I met him outside yesterday. He said it was hard to concentrate because the house is water source, so he asked him to come out to his office. Say hello. This is Writer Kang Min-ho and Writer Jang Eun-young. ”
At the end of the sentence, Yeon-woo replied with a radiant glow in her eyes.
“You're the roommate writer who was jealous of the Devil's Second Coming Writer, right?! ”
“Wow, did you know about our work? ”
“Of course, after reading The Breeze, you two had a great time! Everything from the rap books sounds like fun. This is so awesome!”
Yeon-woo raised her thumb like a boy and lowered her ruckus.
Minho and Eun-young smiled at each other because they were cool but not offended.
The only thing keeping quiet was a little mask on his face.
The new resident, who has not yet identified his personality, is not yet pleased with his position.
“Oh, and that's the binoscope writer over there. ”
“Ah, Slater? ”
This time, the name of the microscope appeared again.
As I felt a little better, I followed Yeon-woo's selfless question to the vision of vigilance fading away.
“But I haven't read it since the year after, and did you finish it? ”
“ ……! ”
Twitching cramps occurred around the eye corners of the microscope.
After realizing the somewhat unnoticed nature of Yeon Woo, Eun Young suddenly clapped her hands and switched the topic.
“Well, that's great. This writer is here. Do you want to go out to dinner with him? What do you like about this writer? ”
“I eat well. ”
“You're hot. Shall we go out to the arcade and pick one?" Oh, right. Ha. You're not done yet, are you? ”
“I'm leaving 10 minutes early today. Hold on, I'll send you the plaintiff right away. ”
Reconstruction emailed Myeong to organize the completed scenario and the overall storyline.
I even sent a message to Myeong Seok.
Then Eun-young was anxious to ask, seeing his complexion pale, carrying his cloak.
“Ha Writer, are you feeling unwell? ”
“No, I'm a little creepy. The energy of the flu. Suddenly, I started my regular life and my health got ruined. ”
“Ugh, what kind of logic is that? You're not feeling well today, so eat our soup. ”
Eun-young who cares about the reconstruction like a sweet sister smiled.
New family office writers rushed off for a welcome and dinner.
* * *
"Hmm, you sent me a scenario draft? ’
Soon after going home, Myung Seok saw the message and sat down again.
If I was another writer, I would have postponed it, but I wanted to confirm it immediately because it was a work of reconstruction.
When I got to the mail, I found the manuscript for reconstruction at the top of the line.
Title: Sea of Thugs
“ ……. ”
Myeong-seok wiped the back of his neck and clicked on the plaintiff's file.
Just looking at the title of what was going on, I couldn't find any ribs.
"Hmm, is this a drama? It's got a little bit of a thriller in it. ’
After fixing his glasses, he began to focus and read.
This is an absolute scenario with more dialogue than fingerprints.
The video was drawn naturally in front of my eyes the whole time I read it.
"Aha, because the female protagonist's name is the sea, is it the sea of gangsters? ’
Cook's smile leaks from his mouth.
The scenario was read with good suction since the introduction.
The dialogue between female characters was somewhat unnatural but not greatly disturbing.
After less than 20 minutes, Myeong read the entire volume sent and the subsequent storyline and took out his cell phone.
It was my turn to call the reconstruction and listen to it.
Right then.
“What are you doing here so early? ”
“Dad, what are you doing? ”
Myeong-seok stood up and put his phone back down.
His father, Taejin, was sneaking up behind him.
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