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34 - How far can I go (8)
[Through the lungs of readers all over the world with the hidden ‘evil’ of reconstruction, a literary emotion that reaches the extreme.]
[Korean writer's first award for French Confucian Literature, reporting on the lives of a contemporary person with commoditized emotions.]
The prediction of brilliance did not stop with an uproar.
When it became clear that Aiden Smith had been rebuilt, the Korean small design turned upside down.
Reconstruction won digital literature awards and contemporary youth literature awards, but the relatively outstanding achievements were only for genres where second creation was active.
The first Korean author to achieve historical achievements in commercial terms was awarded the Gonkur Literature Award.
In France, even the inner literature has the honor of a lifetime of thirty years old. This was an odd ambassador for Korea with strict boundaries between genres and paragraphs.
As commercialism became persistent, those who attacked the literary world of reconstruction lost their placenta.
The critics were no different.
The SNS of critics who had negatively assessed reconstruction followed the Netizens' criticism.
- Blah blah blah. Why didn't you say anything when the facts came back? Please tell us one more time about your evil reading.
- You erased the word "frog in a well" as an example of malice. Whatever this is, it's already been captured.
- Harebuilding is a lucky B-rank writer. I miss your sharp eyes today.
- Call me when you're fired from your job. Save people at my restaurant. ^ ^
Critics have not responded to the widespread accusations of netizens.
The majority stopped SNS activities that had increased their thinking dozens of times a day and completely hid their tracks from the Internet world.
Meanwhile, another critic got on the news.
He was a critic who had been criticized very strongly through a monthly literary journal famous for being a pulp fiction writer seeking only profit.
Since it was discovered that the author of "Evil" was rebuilt.
The literary radio program, featured by this critic as a fixed panel, began to condemn the fans. The site was paralyzed by more than traffic due to visitor spikes.
In the end, the commentator voluntarily dropped out of the program because he could not tolerate the criticism of the mourners. It happened before the paralyzed site was restored.
[Scary is the evil thunderstorm of a reconstructed writer. The matrix that I see behind me now is not because of special events. It's all readers visiting a bookstore to buy malicious stuff.]
Hot attention immediately led to sales volume.
Five, six and seven chains were meaningless.
In one internet media, it was more than just the collateral that was being recorded, so there was no way to buy it.
“Representative Kim! Don't take it to the storeroom. Take it all. ”
“Yes, sir? I have 500 in stock today. ”
“Don't you get an answer from yesterday's sales? Don't bother. It'll be incinerated by morning, so take it with you. ”
Large bookstores throughout Korea, including Seoul, are equipped with dedicated "evil" sales stations.
Bookstore employees did not have to go through the trouble of transporting them to the warehouse to store 'malicious’. This is why people are sold out without any storage space.
Thanks to this, Myeok and Eugene were busy.
The husband, as the editor of the publishing group, worked hard for 'malicious’ as an agent whose wife had to sell copyrights.
Hundreds of e-mails were being sent from companies around the world a day.
I wanted to buy a ‘malicious’ copyright together. He started his work abroad as a platform for the Confucian award winner.
* * *
One winter evening in front of you in December.
Eugene gave amazing news to Myeong-seok, who just got off work. Myeong-seok could not even take off his shirt, but stopped and opened his mouth.
“First place? First place already? ”
“I told you.”
Eugene smiled and smiled, holding the phone screen in front of Myeong Suk's eyes.
Filling the screen was the weekly bestseller leaderboard.
Myeong-seok was frightened because it belonged to France, not Korea.
Of course, the work that ranks first was the "evil" of reconstruction. Sales volume accounted for 377,000 copies.
“I didn't expect it to go this fast. I took first place in Korea a long time ago, but I thought it would take longer in France. ”
“Since winning the Gongcur Prize, sales have increased by more than five times. I spoke to the publisher at Ethual and listened. ”
“Are you sure this is the leaderboard? I don't know much about the French. ”
Myeongseok became a little suspicious.
Eugene immediately lowered his screen downwards.
“This is from Le Figaro. ”
“Ahh · · · · · · · · · · ·. ”
With that name alone, it was a provocation.
Le Figaro is a French daily newspaper, founded in 1826. It is the world's most prestigious site and is considered France's third daily newspaper alongside Le Monde and Riversion.
“The selection method and criteria for best sellers in France are also strict. We're looking at every distributor in mainland France who distributes books, about 3,500. Bookstores, convenience stores, and everything in between. Internet sales, of course. ”
“You're a talented agent. I admire your insightful knowledge. ”
“Listen, up until last year, the top French bestseller was dominated by popular novels. It always has been, but that trend is starting to change a little bit. It's because of Teacher Ha's malice that the French readers tend to move. This article is also on the Riversion. No, I'll show you. ”
Eugene was excited and teased his finger on the phone screen.
I smiled and hugged Eugene as if I couldn't be beaten. My wife's bloated belly was warm to the touch.
“You're doing this because you don't want to see more, right? ”
“No, I can't control the heart that loves you. ”
“I love you more. But I still have something to show you, other than France. ”
Eugene pushed Myeong-seok away while looking for an Internet article.
This time it was not from France, but from the German press.
Frankfurt Alghemine Chinong.
“Hmm · · · · · · · · · ·. ”
“Can you feel it just by looking at the title? Germany's on fire. I heard about the publisher. He went in five chains yesterday. ”
Myeong-seok nodded his head and focused on reading the article.
The press has continued to praise the "evil" published in Germany. The typical weekly magazines, "Sugegel," "Tages-Shuffigel," and "Frankfurt Rundshaw," were praising "Evil."
“Can I explain to you as a competent agent in Germany? ”
Eugene opens his mouth, smiling, with his arms crossed.
“More than 40% of book buyers in Germany get information on the broadcast. Broadcast media has played an important role in traditionally dealing with literature. ”
“That's why this situation is so much bigger. ”
“Yes, there's a program called Literature Quartet in Chedev, Germany Public Broadcasting. It is also the most influential literary program in Germany, and it will be dealt with by the next broadcaster. ”
“Is that true? ”
“Why would you joke about something like this? The next one in France will be Germany. What's next for Germany? Only 17 publishers in the U.K. have called today asking for a ticket. Hehehe.”
Eugene suddenly expressionless, not smiling.
“ · · · · · ·! ”
His hands slowly descend onto his swelling stomach.
“What's the matter? ”
“I felt a kick. ”
“You okay?"
“Yes, it happens a lot · · · · · · · · Ah, it hurts · · · · · · · ·! Honey, my stomach hurts so much! ”
Eugene was depressed and sat on the bed. When Myeong-seok, who thought about it, opened the door and shouted, the people rushed quickly.
* * *
Around the time the whole world is noisy with 'Evil’.
The day of reconstruction when I wrote a masterpiece was quiet.
I was distracted and never went out of the house. I was relaxed writing in Suhee's apartment, playing with Lika and snow brushes, reading, watching movies, and studying all kinds of weird dishes for Suhee to come back from work.
One morning in December.
After Su-hee came to work, the reconstruction she was reading alone took a phone call and closed the book.
“Yes, Director Lin Minhong. Ah, yes. Okay, I'm fine with any restaurant. Yes, I will see you in Yeouido this evening. ”
After hanging up the phone, I rebuilt the base for as long as I can.
Today is the day to meet with Maoyen and Director Rin Minhong. I was thinking of going out for a while, so I felt heavy.
‘I can't even sleep · · · · · · · · I'm bored, should I go out early and go around a bit? ’
The reconstructed mind rushed to finish the shower and put on clothes.
My phone rang while I was carrying my laptop bag and wearing shoes.
The happy name that came to mind was Jinjin.
“What are you doing all of a sudden at this hour? ”
- As soon as I get it, you're still asking me questions. I went to work last weekend to build, so I'm taking the day off. What are you doing?
“I was stuck at home all the time, and I was going to frown and leave. I was thinking about stopping at a bookstore and going to a regular cafe. ”
- Good, then play with me today.
“Hey, but I have an appointment with Tincent Pictures for dinner, and I have to be in Yeouido by 7: 00. Are you okay? ”
- Hyo-jin should be home by then. You think I'm gonna hang out with you after 7: 00 without our lovely wife?
“Oh, please. Okay, then. Where do you want to meet? I'm leaving now. ”
- It'll take me about an hour and a half. I need you to get me the address of that local café. You're writing there anyway. I'll be there.
“Okay. See you later. ”
After leaving the house, the reconstruction shifted to take a step in the cold.
I liked the view of the world as I took the subway from the village bus again. I laughed all the way to the cafe without any special reason.
“Aigoo! You're Aiden Smith! ”
Immediately after opening the cafe door, the boss clapped his hands and trembled. The reconstruction of the interior of the café, knowing that he was the first guest of the day, narrowed his glance. I was glad there were no customers to listen to.
“How have you been? ”
“Yes, nothing happened this morning except when I got sick and opened the shop a little late. I was waiting for him to really come back and choke me out. I'd like you to sign the form first. ”
Reconstruction signed the boss' book and took his seat.
Shortly after, the boss walked past the partition with the prepared beverage on a tray.
“Please don't bring it like this every time. ”
“Hah, do you know how much our café has made us famous and our sales have doubled? Don't even say that. It's my honesty that I never wanted to get paid by Mr. Ha. ”
It was so determined and harsh that the reconstruction made a bitter smile without speaking any more. The boss confidently patted my chest with his fist.
“Anything you want to eat is fine if it's not on the menu. I'll make it all up. ”
“Thank you all the time, Ms. Grant. ”
“Haha, I'll step back so you don't get in the way of my writing. ”
Reconstruction turned on the laptop while drinking a delicious cup of coffee.
It was when I was running the plaintiff program and beating the typewriter for some time.
Suddenly, I felt popular and turned around, and there was an old man dressed in an improved robe.
“Ah, sir. Good morning.”
“You've done a great job. ”
The old man skipped the greeting and immediately responded.
The unmistakable reconstruction that he was referring to 'evil' looked down with a shy smile.
“I was passing by and saw you. I wanted to compliment you. ”
“Thank you very much. Your help was really great. ”
“You're going to be a much bigger writer than you are now. The readers of the world will weep and laugh at your inscription. So no matter how hard the moment comes, don't give up. Believe in yourself. ”
“I don't know what to do with all the compliments. I will take note of the words," Do not give up. "”
The old man, who talked about the gospel for a particularly long time, smiled with his dry lips. Reconstruction also put a smile on his mouth in front of his rare smile.
Right then.
You emerge from the old man's shoulders.
“Hey, I got here so fast. ”
“Well, you're here sooner than I thought. Oh, he's my friend. Jin-ah, this way. ”
“I'm sorry, I'll tell you later. I think I ate a bad yogurt. Where's the bathroom? Ugh, cheap. ”
Jinjin found the bathroom and ran away. Reconstruction shook his head and apologized to the old man.
“I'm sorry, I must have been in a hurry. ”
“Yes, I'm going now. ”
The old man grunts and turns away. Reconstruction speaks as you take a step forward.
“Have a cup of tea, sir. ”
“No, it's time to go down again. ”
“You mean the race? ”
“Yes, I do. I'll see you soon. ”
The old man fades beyond the partition.
Maybe it's because of the short encounter.
Now that I've met the old man for a while, I'm pretty used to reconstruction.
Another few minutes have passed.
When I finished my business in the bathroom, I came back prancing.
“It was really close. How it explodes as soon as you get off the subway. ”
Reconstruction in the coffers of Jinjin smiled faintly instead of answering. Somehow, seeing his dull face, Jinjin tilts his head.
“Why are you so dazed? ”
“Just, uh, just thinking for a second. ”
“What do you think? Think about Su-hee?”
“No · · · · · · · ·. ”
The reconstruction takes a short sigh and shifts its gaze toward the missing partition.
“I was thinking about the old man we were just with. ”
“Just now? Who? ”
Jinjin opened his eyes wide and asked again.
Reconstruction looked at me with a look that I didn't understand.
“The old man standing here. You saw it before you went to the bathroom. ”
“What are you talking about, you? ”
“Maybe you're in a hurry. I introduced you as my friend as soon as I got here. ”
Reconstruction drags the tongue and laughs.
But the truth was still a face that did not smile at all.
“What was the introduction? Oh, he's my friend? Weren't you on a laptop with someone? ”
“Why is Park Jung-jin spending energy on this useless prank today? ”
“You often have meetings on your laptop. Who the hell is an old man? ”
The smile disappears from the face of the reconstruction. His eyes darkened, and he was serious.
“So I told you. The old man who was with me when you came in. You're wearing an upgraded uniform. You couldn't have seen it no matter how urgent the toilet was. ”
“Hey, rebuild. Are you fucking kidding me? ”
“What the hell are you talking about? Let's stop.”
Suddenly, Jinjin clammed his mouth.
The two pupils that had expanded so far were trembling. Several times, as he rings his collar, he just stares at the rebuilding face.
“What? Huh? Jung-jin, talk to me. What the hell?”
“Hey, rebuild. ”
“Why.”
“You're not kidding, are you? ”
“What kind of joke? ”
Jinjin tilted his head around the back of my neck. Soon, he leans his torso against the table and narrows the distance from the reconstruction.
“Are you sure you're feeling better? ”
“What kind of crazy question is this? ”
“Is Myung Hun really okay after work? Have you been sleeping well? Soo-hee and I are doing well? You talk to your parents and your sister a lot? ”
“If you keep doing this, I'm really angry. ”
Reconstruction faints one eye with a furious look.
Jinjin glances around with a bleeding face. Then he closed his eyes and sighed for a long time.
“Hey, Jung-jin Park. What is wrong with you? ”
“Rebuild · · · · · · · · · ·. ”
“Speak. ”
“You were alone. ”
“ · · · · · ·? ”
The reconstruction stops moving with both eyes open.
Jinjin gasps again and adds a small voice that can only be heard by reconstruction.
“· · · · · · You were here alone, rebuilding. ”
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