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21 - Create if not present (7)

“Of course, I don't ask for an immediate answer, but I'm happy just to confirm your willingness to be here. ”

Maoyen translates and adds a few more words.

He held out his tablet PC with both hands. The interpreter explained by showing the China Box Office leaderboard on her PC.

“This is the current state of the Chinese theater. No matter how much you want to accomplish, Tincent Pictures can guarantee more than that. ”

He pointed to the first piece of the interpreter with his finger.

“A new beauty from East Jua, a Chinese national actor and director. Genre is a melodrama similar to Teacher Ha's temperament. He has won first place so far, opening week 3. ”

Reconstruction and JooJoon tilted his torso and looked at the screen.

“The cumulative revenue is 3.1 billion yuan and the number of audiences is about to reach 100 million people. China's unprecedented events broke fast. And it's Maoyen's view that even this record will soon be broken. That's how fast our country grows. ”

Gulp.

JooJoon swallowed a saliva.

His experience in celebrity activities in China made him aware of the market size and current situation as an alternative.

But now my heart was pounding because it was time for me to be chosen by Tince Pictures.

‘The total number of annual audience in Korea totals 110 million people · · · · · · · in a single film · · If 100 million people are seen in real life · · · · · · · ·! ’

Maoyen across the street smiles, looking at a tense face.

There were no bad spots.

It was a reliable smile for a good Career Woman.

We didn't bring in the Chinese box office to bluff. It was emphasizing how large the Chinese market was.

To reassure and engage the reconstruction and landscaping as head of Tincent Pictures.

“You have already entered the Chinese market as writers and actors respectively. Even if there was a sea of movies that were released first in Korea and also came to China, they did not have bad grades. But this time, you're with us from the beginning. We're going to flap our wings so that more audiences can see your work. The next owner of the throne, taken over by the director of East Hua, may become a windmill. ”

The interpreter has finished speaking.

The reconstruction was looking down at Orloth's flask of light from the ceiling. I was just trying to wrap up Maoyen's words so far.

“Is there anything you'd like to ask me? ”

“Hm. I do. ”

After a moment's thought, the reconstruction raises its head.

“First of all, thank you so much for appreciating my work. There is no problem participating as a scenario. It's a delight to me. I don't speak Chinese, so I need a translator. ”

Maoyen smiles, revealing her white teeth.

The reconstruction smiled and I continued to think about it.

“There are two things I'd like to ask you. The first one is about supervision. Do you know Director Yoon Tae-seong from the sea? ”

Through the interpreter, I listened, and Maoyen quickly nodded and gave me an answer.

“Of course he knows. I'm looking forward to seeing the movie mustard bathhouse in production. If you're recommending Director Yoon Tae-seong as the director of the storm, he says it's also welcome. ”

It was Maoyen who understood the importance of reconstruction and quickly went ahead with the conversation.

Reconstruction nods in gratitude and asks a second question.

“Another thing is about actors playing heroes. ”

I looked back at the reconstruction with a curious look in his eyes. I missed my expectation of asking about the way the scenario works or the translation problem

“I have an actress I'd love to recommend. ”

Her bright smile, which drove out the darkness of the deep night, was a reconstruction in front of her eyes.

She also became an actor after a huge ball until the storm broke out.

I wanted to give her a chance.

I really wanted to see her acting the heroine that was made based on me.

“Do we know who the actress is?" he asked. ”

Maoyen asked through an interpreter. Along with a questionable gaze, the reconstruction replied Najik.

“The actor is Hong Ye Seul. ”

“ · · · · · ·? ”

JooJoon looked at his friend's face because he was far away because he was ridiculous.

I was hoping you'd recommend an actress, but that was a yes.

I just finished a short film, and I'm the newcomer who took over Jo's role in the mustard bath.

‘Reconstruction, what the hell were you thinking? ’

I also acknowledged that she was an actor with passion and talent. But this is a separate matter. Tincent Pictures welcomes newcomers with careers.

Maoyen searches for red stones on her PC.

Her glance at the information becomes increasingly puzzling. And the rebuilding was a horse.

“I know that it can be a great adventure to use a newcomer as a lead. Of course, I'm not insisting on making Mr. Hong Ye Seul the lead actor. I'm just asking you if you can give Mr. Hong Ye a chance to audition. ”

Later, Maoyen takes her eyes off the PC and looks at the reconstruction. Her lips slowly open with an embarrassing smile.

“Is there a particular reason you would recommend this actor? ”

“It's because I look exactly like the actress I drew when I was in a thunderstorm. There's no personal connection. ”

This was the end of what I could publicly reveal.

Reconstruction was strongly believed.

If she remembers her past wandering around the world at night, then there will be no more actress than her if she can pull herself out at that time.

“ · · · · · ·. ”

Maoyen pout her lips. She has a strong sense of worrying.

One finger remained motionless even as the employee appeared and lowered the new dish.

How long has it been?

Maoyen looks down at you.

As she looks at the reconstruction, she looks at her lips with a smile.

“You said you'd like to take a test. ”

“Thank you very much. ”

The reconstruction gives you a satisfactory nod.

As a screenwriter, this is no longer an intervention. I thought this was enough.

The head of the Tincent Literature Runchet raised a glass.

Everyone, including reconstructing it with a signal, raised a glass and toasted.

Chinese liquor was as strong as its strong aroma.

Lunchet advises reconstruction of the frowning inadvertently.

“Enjoy the scent while keeping the alcohol in your mouth evenly touching your tongue and the ceiling. Slowly slide it over your neck in a few seconds for a deeper flavor. ”

“Yes, I will drink to that from the next glass. ”

Reconstruction replied with a bright smile like a boy.

Thanks to today's precious position, he warms his heart with another glass of wine.

* * *

“Oh, the Chinese are too drunk. ”

As much as I could, JooJooJoon came out of the bathroom and muttered. Both eyes were blurry with no focus on the red face.

“How can such a big bottle make fever disappear in an instant? ”

“Drink this. ”

Reconstruction gave me a drink to soothe the hangover.

JooJoon drank all of a sudden and sat on the couch, nauseous.

“If it's too hard, go to sleep. ”

“Maybe I should. Tae Bong should call his brother. ”

“Do you want me to do it for you? ”

“No, that's fine, rebuild. ”

She sits up straight, and opens her mouth tightening her open eyes.

“Now I'm asking, why did you do it? ”

“I don't. ”

“The red moss. Why did you suddenly recommend him? Director Yoon Tae-sung's favorite actor? I was frankly embarrassed.”

“I've been thinking about this since the last time I saw a short film. It fits the image of the heroine I was thinking of. That's why I recommended it. You said you were a good actor. ”

Suddenly, Joon narrowed his eyes.

While looking at the rebuilding face, he asked as if to float.

“You're · · · · · · · selfish? ”

“What are you talking about? ”

“You have a pretty girlfriend like Su-hee, but you can't look away from her. So that's it?”

“My goodness.”

Reconstruction made me laugh in vain.

“Tell me the truth. Right? If I'm wrong, give me something. Don't you?”

“What are you looking for? ”

“What do you mean, the ulcer? I'm just asking out of pure curiosity. Since when?"

“Since when did you freeze to death? I don't like any girl other than Soo-hee. Okay?”

“Erai, you worthless mortal. ”

JooJoon lay flat on his back.

Looking up at the ceiling, he sighs and opens his mouth again.

“My brother needs to see me now. ”

“You must be watching. Since you're busy boasting about your brother, don't keep thinking. Let him relax. ”

“Yes · · · · · · · · ·. One trip to the Ossuary next week. ”

“I'll come with you. ”

“Rebuild.”

“Tell me.”

“I still can't feel it. The actor Park Joon grew up too fast recently. Don't you feel anything? ”

“More for me. ”

Reconstruction took a step toward the coffee maker.

“It seems like yesterday I prayed for one million won a month on a constant basis. All I know how to do is write, but I can't live, so I can't see the future. I didn't see my parents, and it was killing me. ”

When I turned around in my coffee, the reconstruction burst into a silent smile. She could not bear it, but fell asleep with her mouth half open.

“What the hell is all this? ”

Reconstruction brought a blanket to JooJoon and then headed to the bathroom to take a shower.

The moment I was about to take off my shirt, my phone vibrated and I got a call.

“Hello?"

- Hi, Hah. I'm Park Hyun-min, the interpreter today.

“Ah, yes. What brings you here?"

- It's not different. It's for Mr. Rising. Soon, he wants to meet Hah again and have dinner with him and talk about his incomplete conversation. Would you be able to do that?

“Of course you can. I'm always happy. ”

Reconstruction replied immediately.

A date with a Nobel Prize-winning writer. Rather, it was what he wanted.

Even if I wasn't a silk writer, I wanted to ask a lot of questions. It also included the expectation that I might be able to draw the face of the president inside me.

* * *

[Reconstruction of a writer caught on Insadong Street, accompanied by a Nobel Prize-winning writer?]

What's your relationship with the crazy reconstruction network, the Rising?]

[Nobel Prize-winning writer Rising's Challenge. Rebuild Objectives?]

The first hot day of August.

Today's news coverage of the rebuilding took place on the Internet's main portal site.

Photos of people eating, shopping, and talking in teahouses in Insa-dong, Seoul, were lined up on the news.

The media had every right to go crazy.

Rising is an award-winning writer for Nobel Literature. Such a great writer silently warmed him up without anyone knowing. He was recently hanging out with the most sought-after writer in Korea.

Reporters found out about a hotel in Seoul where Rising is staying through the hydrogen gate immediately. Then, after a long wait, I found Rising returning to the hotel and rushed in.

“Say something, Mr. Rising. How do you relate to the reconstructive author? ”

“Have you known each other a long time? ”

“Was your warmth the purpose of meeting the reconstructive writer? ”

The rising snatches away the awkward smile.

His reliable manager and interpreter appealed to the reporters, guarding the rear rising.

“The teacher is very tired. If you decide to schedule an interview soon, we'll get back to you. ”

“Please, do me a favor. Please briefly tell us your relationship with Haejeong writer. What do you think of the work of the reconstructive writer? ”

Resuming shrugged his manager's shoulders and signaled that he was okay.

As the interpreter presented the question of the last journalist, he opened his mouth with a smile. The reporters stood by and waited.

“There was a Korean writer I really liked and admired. ”

Later, the interpreter told reporters what Rising had said.

“Before I died, I was confident that I wouldn't be able to get more writers out of Korea than him. But that's changed since I read the work of the reconstructive writer. ”

Resuming added a few words.

The interpreter told the reporters, leaving nothing behind.

“So I warmed myself up as a reader. I had a lot of stories I wanted to talk about as a writer. This is the first time I've ever met a Haejeong writer. I used to know only writers and readers. That's it."

“Wait a minute! Wait a minute, Mr. Rising! ”

One literary journalist urgently called for a promotion.

“What kind of writer are you? Korean writer who really liked and admired him. Are you still a creative person? ”

“He is no longer dead. ”

The interpreter followed the rising into the hotel.

The blocked reporters were still too busy blowing up the flash behind the growing rising back.

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