Chapter 59

Chapter 59

11 – not alone (5) 11 – not alone (5) I was sincere that I was not confident in the picture.
It was a part that could not be solved by praise of reconstruction. So it was a matter of speculation.
But now Sommier could not.
If you accept this, you will be able to carry on with your reconstruction a little longer.
I'll be able to see my face once more.
Only silence flowed between two people in a crowded restaurant.
Sommy was holding a serious look with both eyes closed. In the end, the reconstruction laughed and talked.
Sorry. I think I'm in a hurry, but if you're tired, if you think slowly … … "
"I'll do it!"
SOMMY with his head answered with his glazed eyes.
To the reconstruction that was surprised a little, she was very sharp.
"I do not have to, but I'll try. As soon as I go home, I will collect the pictures that will become Popol and send them to you by e-mail. "
The reconstruction was a smooth smile with a fingertip, and it bounced.
"You thought well. You should not ruin your talent. Please mark my cover later. You know? "
Rebuilding followed Soma and his glass cup full of coke. Then he took a cup of boiling bubbles of carbonated tea and urged to toast.
"Cheers. Oh, I should have a drinker. Hmm, a cheer for Jung Sommy who will be born as an editor of Chuseok-in during the day, but will become an illustrator exploding at night. "
"What is it? It's strange, Ha. "
"You do it fast. And one shot. "
"Yes? How to do this … … I'm weak in that carbonic acid. "
"If you can not do one shot, here is the calculation."
Rebuilding began to swallow up a cup of coke first.
Sommy, who was wondering, followed the cup to his mouth.
They both ate and scratched the other half and looked at each other's faces and laughed.
"Oh, I feel good. Do you want to go to a karaoke room after eating rice? "
"Karaoke? I'm good. Will you be okay? You should write an article. "
"You know how to write at that speed. So this is where the call ends? "
“……Cole
Sommy made a circle with his fingers and replied shyly.
There was no longer an irritated mind. This time is now precious. SOMI had all the coke left in the cup as she pledged to do her best so that she would not be left behind.

*** "Huh, it's finally settled."
December 27 morning when Christmas has passed.
Dongmy sat down with a neat face and pulled a chair in front of the computer.
Today was the settlement of Moon Phineas. Moonpyeong's settlement period is from the 28th of last month to the 27th of this month.
Taewon was still wandering around in the room because of accumulated fatigue.
Dongmi touched Moon Hoe with the snoring of Taewon. After inputting the ID and password, she displayed the result of the settlement of "The Breath" by Pungchunghyang.

Work: The Breath Paid Web Novel Buy: 2,681,448 Total Paid Web Novel Total Sales: 268,144,800 Won Web Novel Settlement: 168,931,224 Won Tax: 5,574,730 won Payment: 163,356,494 won … ! "
Even if I check every day, I was not thrilled.
Even today, an increase in the amount of yesterday made the country a joy to shudder. Lapbooks accounted for 30% of the amount of paid Web novels that did not pay taxes.
The reconstruction has been written at a remarkable pace.
Thanks to that, I was able to serialize 'The Breath' every 5 days, and it was this remarkable result.
"This is really a hit. It has not been a month since last. "
'The Breath' started the series in early December. If a month was filled in moderately, it would have made even more profit.
Even this is sales only at Moon Feng.
Now, 'The Breath' will start to penetrate to various companies such as Naibin Store, Cocoa Page, and Yuuto Books according to the sales result of Taewon.
I was not able to catch up with how much profit would come out.
"I am still sleeping and I should call you."
Dongmyun took Taewon cell phone without delay.
How much I was so sick of worrying about the cost of living, including the cost of living. I had to give a big gratitude to the writer who erased all these troubles at once.
After a short beep, the phone was connected.
– Yes, sir.
"Ha Jae-Gon, hello. It is Shin Dongmyung who is the representative wife of that book. "- Oh, yes. Hi.
On the other hand, the voice of a somewhat embarrassing reconstruction came back.
Dongmyu was unable to hide his laughter and held his cellphone with both hands.
"I wanted to thank you for the first time because you wrote so well. You know this is the day of the moon phoenix, right? Oh, your profits are great. "- Thank you, I've seen a lot of virtues.
"I want to take home once. I wanted to treat you to good food so that you can do it once. Please talk to your husband and I hope you'll come along once. "- Yes, yes. I invite you to come.
"Yes, I would appreciate it once. And Mr. Ha, if I send you something like a courier, where should I send it? "
It was a question that I knew that the home of reconstruction was Suwon and I was living in Seoul alone. It is very important to send presents to the artist during the holidays and holidays.
Even rebuilding is the only limited edition writer in Lafope. Of course I could not just go over.
– Oh, you'd better send it to Suwon.
"Yes, sir. So please send it well during the holidays. I will contact you again in the new year. "- Yes, thank you.

Bold!
The reconstruction that broke the phone lifted the stretch.
Rica, lying on the bed, lay down on the reconstruction and twisted.
"100 million … … "
Reconstruction muttered, gazing at Rika.
I wrote more than 100 million copies of a novel in one month. It is a miracle that can not even be imagined until half a year ago. It was not long before I could buy a single house for my family.
'The Breath', which has been serialized five times a day, was scheduled to be completed in 400 in February next year. Since the goal was to make a profit quickly, reconstruction will not stop writing for a day.
"If you put together the Petzlon and Zizon Rock series, this month's profit … … This does not count. Rica, please calculate it instead. How much is it?"
Rika did not say anything.
Rebuilding rushed and held Rika in her chest and asked again.
"Count up, quickly. How much is your profits? "
Cat communication
Rika licked the rebellion's nose.
Rebuilding was ticklish and giggled, but Rika and nose rubbed.
With the smell of a shampoo and a warm warmth of Rica was coming true.
"If it was not for you, I could not do it."
Cat communication
"You are not usually a cat. I know. You and me saved you. "
Rebuilding stretched her waist and stroked Rika 's nape.
Rika was sleepily holding his eyes in his hands and narrowing his eyes.
"I have to do my best. I'm learning new every day. You are such a great person. One word, one sentence, you follow the same way as you teach me, it will taste different. What kind of person is there? "
The rebuilding which I had to mumble reminded me of the Hyundai Young Literary Prize, which I participated in as a " It is a feature written with the power of Darjeeling as a model.
I forgot for a while.
Now it is time for the final screening.
If there was no expectation, it was a lie.
I wanted to get good results as I participated in the encouragement of Professor Han Hye-sun. I wanted to be a disciple whose honorable professor could be proud of.
"Rica, will you come out? I'm going to organize my seniors' house and give you a drink. "
Cat communication
As Rika knew, she jumped out of bed immediately.
The reconstruction took his coat and left the house with Rica.
Although the cold wind of the wintertime was stirring, the rebuilding in Rika was not cold at all.

*** "It's funny."
The old professor laughed the coffee cup he had drank.
There were 7 to 8 men and women sitting around a luxurious wooden table.
They had a common element.
Professors, novelists, critics, and so on, were celebrities who took a seat in literary circles.
He was also the final judge of the Hyundai Young Literature Prize.
"The writer who mass-produced pulp fiction at a low level? Do not you think the shape is too funny? "
Immediately there was a professor Jung at the side.
"My idea is similar. There are things in the paragraphs that are magnificent. Do you think that the writer who wrote fantasy or martial arts rolling in a comic book is a contemporary young literary award? It is not even palatable. To be honest, I doubt the possibility of coercion. "
A fellow of his 50s, who made a nervous impression, continued to speak with Bhatong.
"I have the same opinion. Writing this expression is not true, but it is not right. It is a lowly and deceiving work. Oh sorry. It is not a work. Literary award to the writer who was able to read and to read the head white and to read the article which there is nothing that remains after reading? "
“You’re right. Some of my students have been challenging the contemporary young literary awards for years. I can tell you by my mouth, but it is really good children. I participated this time. The contemporary young literary awards do not match the garbage that can not be called a novel, or the genre board writer that poured out. "
At the end of the last professor 's speech, the static turned.
Four people on the other side were silent.
They were the ones who supported the election of the writer who is now a topic.
It was their idea that they were overwhelmingly written.
"Jufau."
Suddenly, one of the four professors laughed in low tone.
The faculty member who faced the impression made a frown over the glasses and asked.
"What are you doing?"
"Not a big deal. I thought that your opinion was very good because I agree with your opinion. Everyone says the same thing. "
The teacher, who answered nicely, pushed the chair back and stood up.
She had no reason to sit here anymore.
"Where are you going all of a sudden?"
"I do not have a story to do anymore. The subject of criticism on the issue of this month 's paragraph breaks out.
At the end of the professor 's speech, everyone' s face became rigid.
The influence of this professor 's criticism on the paragraph was not at a level that could be overlooked.
"No, what subject do you want to write?"
Professor Jung stuttered with a firm face.
Wife raised her eyes to the ceiling as she thought.
"Is it a stigma stamped by an artist? It is a stigma of grieving sadness that can not be accepted by the paragraph even if I write a good article just because my previous work is a genre novel. I am going to calmly consider whether this mistake is in the artist's free soul or in the paragraph. "
"Look at this! Professor Han Hye-sun! "
The old professor rose up and rose from his seat.
"Now you are a student of your own disciples ??!"
The gaze facing the ceiling was slowly falling down.
There was not a single point of shaking in the two eyes of the professor who moved to Professor Koo.
"Are you asking that question, knowing who I am?"
A decisive word with no room to enter.
The old professor soon turned his head to a different place, making a noise.
I hate to admit it, but it was true.
The professor in front of her had never been unfair.
"Well, but this time a little cheaper, the city is a lot of tea? There is no place to go to one place. "
It was the professor of the old professor who avoided the eyes.
The professor spoke with a smile on his face, and with a grim smile.
"How do you like a novel without ridicule?"
“……?!” It was as if the intestines were covered with cold water.
She took out a book from the bag and put it down in the middle of the sitting room.
"This is his previous work. I do not think those people, including former professor, have read it yet. In particular, Professor Jung, did you say that the dictator is suspicious? I am very curious when I read this work that I would have thought of it. "
"Uh … … ! "
"Then I will get up first. Please do your best. "
She turned and walked out of the conference room.
Everyone's eyes gathered in the uppermost book that she left.
The artist's name was Ha-Hae-Gun, and the title was 'Stupid Woman'.

11 – Not alone (5) End