Great Novelist

The language between the two was German. He wandered between excitedly speeding speeches and vague pronunciations to understand their content. The story back and forth between the two was fairly straightforward.

“I want my money back. ”

One borrowed money, the other borrowed money. A relationship between two people who appear to be friends has been added: the debtor and creditor.

“Someone borrowed it. ”

“The one in red. ”

“How much?”

“200 euros.”

“That's a funny amount. ”

It is approximately KRW 250,000. Even though he looked angry, he thought it would be a hundred units, even if it wasn't a thousand or a hundred billion units. The quarrel between the two stood that day.

“That's not the issue with the amount already. There must have been a lot of them. ”

The coin says with its hand in its pocket.

“Not bad for writing. War of 200 euros. ”

I took his word with a small smile. People walked the streets avoiding two people who were raising arguments. He thought about the end of the story. The happiest outcome is to solve the cause of the incident. We don't know the details between the two of you, so we eliminated the cause on the most surface.

“That's the end of the story when I pay you back. ”

Coin snorts, saying it's boring.

“I'm not going to pay it back. I'm going to finish it. ”

“There are other ways. ”

The fight continues unless someone retreats. The coin gives off a spontaneous thought.

“Why don't you cut one off? ”

He chose the death of the red dress.

“I'd like to write about the money he took. What does it do in the afterlife? ”

Coin spoke in a low voice.

“I'll save the other one. They stab you because they don't want to repay you. ”

“Don't stab me. ”

“Eyes.”

“That's harsh.”

“He's not the one who came up with the whole world. ”

Do something that can't be undone. The remaining 250,000 won looks very small and cruel. Then the opponent pushes the red robe.

“Let's think about adding, not subtracting. You can think about third-party intervention. They can't stop on their own because they're both parties. ”

“Then who? ”

“Well, isn't anyone going to be okay? Family, side-table, waitress, bar owner, longcat, owner of a cigarette shop across the street · · · · · ·. ”

Or a writer watching a fight in Germany. Anyone was fine.

“Who is the most interesting person? ”

“That's it.”

You turn your head toward the coin. I noticed it for a moment. He was thinking the same thing. Take your hands to your mouth. He will scream. The conflict was short.

“Coins!”

The German language came out automatically. I don't know how long it's been since I've yelled in my head on the street. Fortunately, the two men stopped fighting and looked this way.

“You bastard. ”

It's self-defense. The fight has stopped. I don't regret it, but I intervened between the two of you, avoiding the coin. The people around you were looking this way, but they weren't able to finish understanding the situation. I don't want to interfere easily. He did not miss a gap.

“Coins?”

Two people who are leaning behind the word coin. They were still badly impressed, but their strength was further broken.

“If we fight now, the drinking won't make us any bigger. Let's postpone it for tomorrow.”

“Who are you? ”

“A passing tourist. German nightlife is so beautiful. ”

“· · · · · · Where are you from? ”

“Korea. That's him. ”

There were no coins where I pointed by hand. He ran away. He swallowed up his empty laugh and said.

“Search for Kelly Coins if you want to know. ”

“Coins?”

“You know what? Stop fighting. ”

“· · · · · · · Coins? ”

I didn't feel like fighting in front of the tourists. In this atmosphere, it became obscure to fight again. He left the scene in a hurry with peace of mind. I just didn't see any coins. I don't know where they went. A vibration sounds in your pocket as you speed up. I checked the contents and stopped.

“Oops.”

I'll see you in the book. It's an unannounced exit. He laughed nonsense and slowly walked out of the building.

“I've seen that face a lot. ”

It was around noon the next day that the two of them realized the coincidence and coin identity.

*

“I've arrived in Germany. ”

Hollywood genius director Zara Jenkins mutters as she inhales German air. He rubs his distressed shoulders and relaxes. Germany has been a very long time. The last time I went was when I was a college student. I was also impulsively on my way to see the German landscape.

“Has anything changed since then or now? ”

I got on the subway with a growing carrier. I left the central station and headed to the square. We were going to look around the Main River. I thought of the coincidence of growing up. I heard he was seen in Germany. There's no need to rush. He knew exactly where he was going to be.

“Let's have gelato. ”

I paused with Chus, trying to hurry.

“Mango, please. ”

The host bluntly confirmed the order. You nod as you grow. The mango-flavoured gelato in the cup shook my head in the coolness after eating a mouthful of growing up. This is what it tastes like. There was a table in front of the store, so I set up the carrier and sat there. I could feel the host staring this way. She realizes that she is Zara Jenkins.

“Do you recognize me? ”

“Who are you? ”

“No, I'm not.”

The host turns his head. I took out the growing cell phone. I ate the gelato quietly. Then another guest came to Gelato Shop. Two middle-aged men, one dressed in red. They smelled of strong liquor.

“Give me a banana. ”

“I'm blueberry. ”

A man said loudly.

“Looks like you have money to buy gelato. ”

“Here we go again. ”

“I'll pay you back and it's over. ”

I couldn't understand their conversation as they grew up, but I could feel that there was something strange going on between them. The red clothes swallowed the words I wanted to say and gave the money to the owner. He looks disadvantaged.

“You know what? I saw a famous guy yesterday. ”

“Who.”

The red dress made the conversation uncomfortable. The host asked with a blunt expression.

“Coincidence, you know? ”

“I know. I got my autograph. ”

“What? Did you see the coins? ”

“No.”

The host concluded the conversation with an expression that they were not interested in their situation. It was the person listening to their conversation who sang the red robe.

“Coincidence?”

“What? Who are you? ”

“Coincidence?”

“What a coincidence. ”

“Where did you meet? ”

“In a bar.”

“Which bar? ”

I didn't know I could speak German growing up, and I thought red clothes could speak English, but I didn't want to deal with growing up. Explaining the situation necessarily brings up a story about money.

“I'm a busy man, so if you want to ask the owner for directions, go to the host. ”

“No, not the way. ”

“Go away. Pay me back."

“I'll pay you back! Stop it! ”

“If you pay me back, I'll stop! ”

Suddenly, I couldn't catch him growing in a red robe that raised his voice. Zahra's eyes were on the host.

“Coincidence?”

“I got an autograph. ”

The host repeated the same thing. The host didn't seem to want to talk to him for long either. She points to one place with her hands raised. Signed on the store wall.

“That's a coincidence. ”

“Signature.”

I didn't even care about the gelato that was already melting. I looked at the phone in my hand. There was stage information for Kelly Coin.

*

“Big.”

As soon as he entered the exhibition hall, that was the idea. It was enormous. It was not a space with one or two buildings. I really thought it was a place that could accommodate all 8,000 businesses. I could only see the interior of the exhibition hall. Butterflies had attended several meetings in advance of the book.

“Did you see the German Prime Minister speaking at the opening ceremony? ”

He went inside and asked the butterfly. She also said she saw the king of the Netherlands, who is also poor this year.

“What a great event. ”

“It's where the shuttle bus runs. Once the public day starts, there's no time to set foot. ”

“Famous for children's books and comics. Are we going to the Asian Embassy first? ”

“Yes, it's a four hole. ”

The butterfly guides itself. There were various booths, and there were people who had arranged meetings. Describe the material in a suit. Some people had a comfortable conversation. Some people were nervous and others were waiting for an appointment status that had not yet appeared.

The famous publisher's booth also had the faces of leading authors hung on it.

“Everyone seems busy. ”

“Yes, there are many different places to meet. I've met 20 people a day. running towards the copyright that you want to acquire. ”

She smiles small. I came to the Korean booth. Several meetings were in progress. I looked at the books on the wall. Books in relatively small spaces. But everyone was taking their job seriously. The butterfly makes eye contact with one of them and passes ahead. The gaze follows and greets you small. I moved to China. It was the largest in the Asian Museum. I have books everywhere. It was a book, but I felt it. There are so many books in this world.

“If I see him, I'll pass out. ”

His face was pictured.

“So this is the manuscript. ”

I saw an SF novel written by a famous Chinese writer. I had the translation, but I had never seen the manuscript before. It definitely feels different from translation.

“Hello."

Someone approaches and sees the tag around your neck and knows you're an employee. He first said a short hello to the butterfly and saw himself. I felt like I knew him.

“Are you a writer by any chance? ”

He held his hand.

“Yes. Nice to meet you. Lots of interesting books. ”

He introduced himself to the publisher. It was where he published his book in China.

“I finally see the real thing. It's a strange feeling. ”

“So am I. ”

There were many people in the process of making their manuscripts into books. It felt strange to see the reality of this. Someone called out to him behind his back as he was talking to Chinese officials.

“Molly!"

The butterfly greets you. An old agent. Chinese officials seem to know him, too.

“It's the first time I've seen you in years. How are you?”

“Yes. I see a lot of happy faces when I come to the book. ”

His eyes meet. He shakes his hand first. It was a soft smile.

“My name is John Molly. ”

It was followed by the name of a large agency. It was a company that manages many large authors. He told butterflies that he was a big help when he first exported books overseas. He said, holding hands.

“Hello, I'm a writer by accident. ”

“I know. Nice to meet you. I really wanted to meet you. ”

End of Association in Germany (4)

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