The Editor Is the Novel’s Extra

Five years of working life ended in vain.

Due to the bankruptcy of the wholesaler, who used to deal with it, the publisher specializing in history, which only has four employees, was forced to move around with only a piece of bankrupt bills.

It was a car that was barely holding out because the book was not sold. The president decided to close the publishing company altogether.

Today was the last company dinner.

"Our editor Kim Jung-jin has done a great job."

"No, sir."

"You've done all the dirty work."

There's nowhere to go out of here.

I couldn't have lost my salary even for a month right now.

It sounds like a plausible job to be an editor, but in reality, it was more like the author's Sidabari.

It was a job far from what the media described. There was no such thing as a great authority to change the subject and direction of the work.

There were times when I had to send an e-mail address to the author and hold onto the phone to delete three native weapons except for one annotation.

Thanks to this, I learned how to smile even if I swear inside. Even now, I want to hit the little old man, but I've been holding back for not getting my severance pay.

"I learned a lot thanks to my boss."

"They've always praised you. I'm a meticulous worker."

"Thank you for saying that I did something particularly great."

"Yeah, you're so humble.”

The president, who was sarcastic in front of his face, says three words with one mouth because he doesn't like the work and there's no judo. It was the boss's drinking habit to be friendly only when he drank.

What's going on? It's over now.’

Television, which was wrong in the bar, was followed by news of nuclear rearmament. At times like this, I just wondered what it was like to see the world go down.

The heavy drink was dug up after emptying several bottles of soju.

It was late at night and my frustration didn't go away.

Jeongjin walked from his company in Gangbuk to his home. Towards the rooftop of Sadang-dong hill, where I have lived for years.

The rent was extremely cheap because the landlord had been waiting for redevelopment, but it was as old and uncomfortable as that.

Even he was informed that he had to leave soon. This is because redevelopment, which had been delayed day by day, has come.

'Where to go when I get out of there.'

I came up to Seoul alone as an adult.

I grew up wandering around fishing villages until high school.

To leave the countryside somehow, I applied to the department of unpopularity among liberal arts. The luck of my life seemed to have been spent in college.

After that, I worked, went to school, and worked.

Five years ago, when a typhoon hit, the fish farm paid for my mother's hospital expenses, which hurt her head more than her hands.

The hospital expenses of her mother, who had been absent for several years, were too much for a social novice with a student loan.

His father died on an outbound ship when Kim Jung-jin was three years old. My younger brother lost it while playing in the reservoir when he was young.

Nothing good happened throughout my life.

People became increasingly scarce while walking in all sorts of miscellaneous thoughts. When I climbed the Dongjak Bridge sidewalk, it was already early.

The south side of the river is the other side. Amid the dense forest of apartments, the room without a house was bitter.

And how long has it been?

Drop-Drop-Drop-Drop-Drop-Drop.

Kim Jung-jin came to his senses due to the vibration of his cell phone, which made him cry like he was spacing out.

It was the notification of the work mail account.

'It's past two in the morning, who sent it?’

[RE: RE: RE: RE: RE: RE: INVESTMENT ON THE POST]

[Hello, editor Kim Jung-jin]

We're not in a relationship.

Thank you for your positive response to the previous request. I'll make sure to pay you back for participating in the revision of the manuscript.

The manuscript I'm writing this time will be meaningful. My lifelong goal is to end this story in perfect form.

If the editor joins us, I think the second part will be successful this time.

Thank you.]

It was an unexpected reply from the plaintiff. After seeing the mail, Jeongjin was sober.

"No, when did I say I'd help you?”

It was last Friday that Kim received the first e-mail from the author "Moussa."

As the closure approached, work was overflowing, continuing to work overtime every day.

The mail came when I was exhausted from organizing the license for the translation and processing the settlement of the designer's outsourcing fee at once.

[New mail has arrived: (1)]

[Title: Re-sending the contribution manuscript.]

Attachment: .hwp]

It was impulsive to print a contributed manuscript. This is because the president has been stingy with printing manuscripts.

"I wanted to destroy the printer and turn the office into a mess, but that's not a problem."

He put the manuscript in his bag, which was the result of a timid sabotage, and left work immediately afterwards.

The weekend was busy.

I looked at the guidelines for applying for unemployment benefits and the job search site. I also opened the self-introduction file with reluctance.

Bachelor of History, sorry for being a liberal arts major.

He is 32 years old with no experience and no academic background.

When I opened a can of beer and put the cover letter form in front of me, I thought of something else. After emptying the beer, Jeongjin took out the manuscript printed from his bag.

(Non-sense)

What is it, Fantasy? I think his name sounds like a nickname.’

It's old and small, and how did you know and contribute to a company that doesn't publish novels? I didn't know that they sent the wrong name of the name of the publisher.

Since Jeong-jin was trained in the persistent contributions of the father-in-law of Hwan-pa, the fantasy was able to start the review with a light heart.

Surprisingly, the writing itself was quite interesting, so I spent a whole day reading it out.

But it wasn't the end.

Is this the end of part one? You wrote 6,000 copies of the manuscript paper.

The author's postscript was attached to the back, and it was said that he wrote the manuscript "receive and transfer" whether it was written first by hand and moved to a Korean file. The writing itself has been rewritten eight times.

Eight times? You're so persistent.’

It was customary not to even send a rejection mail to plaintiffs in different fields and contributors below the standard. However, it was hard to turn a blind eye to the writing because it was seen that it was written with great effort.

After reading the manuscript, Jeong-jin replied to the author. He quickly replied and exchanged mail several times to add advice.

Of course, Jeong Jin is not an editor of the novel, so he even gave a kind guide to publishing manuscripts in the field to publishers such as Golden, Gina, and Mo.

'I thought that was the end of the story.'

I didn't know such a clueless answer would come back as a result of my irrelevant compassion. at three in the morning

"You don't think he's been rejected?’

The mail that ended with ['Wish to see you someday, please hand it over.'] may not seem like a rejection at first glance, but… Do you usually understand it as helping you sleep?

'I know what.'

After closing the mail app, Jeongjin put his cell phone in. Then something like a letter crossed my eyes.

[-The message has been received.]

"I can see everything."

Jeongjin shook his head. The strong wind from the river made me a little distracted. Then it was time to finish crossing the bridge.

The streetlights on the Dongjak Bridge were all turned off. The apartment village across the river, which had been lit occasionally, was also completely darkened.

"Huh?"

I didn't even move, but I felt like I was leaning out of the railing. The ominously filled river was black as if it had manpower.

I hated water. Bad things always happened in the water. Walking across the Han River bridge, you're really drunk. If you were in your right mind, you wouldn't have done that.

'Someone might think you're going to kill yourself.’

It was a no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no news

Jeongjin tried to retreat from the railing, but he couldn't escape the energy of the trapped water.

In a flash, the river swept away.