1983 Past Life Manga King

To be honest, Jiro was a little suspicious of Michiko.

Her personality is bright and friendly with no wrinkle, but she suddenly loses work in Korea because of her newcomer Subject, and she suddenly follows her secretly.

At this point, it was doubtful whether she was a spy sent by another publisher.

So I questioned it, and the wrong story came out.

The fact that Michiko is her royal family.

She said that if her boss was her maternal uncle . . .

At that time, there was a person who suddenly passed through Jiro’s head.

He is a man with a bad impression.

He immediately asked with a cautious expression.

“······· So, are you, by any chance, the managing director’s daughter?”

Michiko, who opened her eyes slightly at those words, immediately shook her head.

“Ah, no. That’s my aunt. And she’s an uncle’s age, and she can’t have a grown daughter like me.”

“Oh. right.”

“My mother is her maternal uncle’s sister.”

“Ah. Is that so?”

But she is not in a situation to be convinced now.

Jiro asked with a curious face.

“Then why did you come to the editorial department? There must be a better place in Mitsuda Shoten.”

At that, Michiko tilted her head.

“A better place?”

“okay. There are fashion magazines, or novels. There are many other types of publications.”

“I am not interested in that. And the biggest reason is that my dad’s company doesn’t have a publishing house. That’s why I came to her uncle’s company.”

She paused for a moment as she spoke with an innocent face.

With an expression of whether it is indeed a royal family.

I don’t know anything about the business of Michiko’s parents. But it’s a bit odd to ask such a question here.

“Then why are you interested in publishing houses?”

“Actually, it’s the cartoon side. When I was in college, I was also in the manga research group. Oh, did I tell you this before?”

She smiles as she says so.

Then she checks her own watch and opens her eyes wide.

“Oh, I think I should go.”

“uh? Where are you suddenly?”

“So, as I said from the beginning. I came here for work in Korea.”

Jiro was startled by Michiko’s words.

“Is that really true?”

“Aren’t you doing too much? So you thought I was lying?”

“·················ogue.”

Michiko looks at her pitifully and shrugs her shoulders.

“Well, to be honest, it’s my fault for not telling you properly.”

“·················ogue.”

She really thinks she’s an unstoppable woman and she soon asked her again.

“Anyway, can you go alone? You don’t even know Korean.”

“Ah, that’s no problem. There are things I wrote down in case you didn’t know.”

Saying so, she pulls a piece of paper out of her pocket and holds it out.

There, the destination is written in Korean.

I read that it was in front of a famous hotel in Myeong-dong.

Still, it’s hard to be reassured by this alone.

“It’s difficult to be careless here. There are a lot of taxis that are ripped off as foreigners, so you have to be careful.”

“Is it a rip off?”

“okay. There are quite a few people who go there on purpose because they are foreigners. I met a taxi driver like that once before, and I had a lot of experience.”

But even with those words, Michiko didn’t seem to care much.

“It’s okay though. It’s just like looking around the city.”

“The woman is not afraid. Then she does it because it might be dangerous.”

She nodded her head to see if she understood that.

“Oh, you have to be careful about that.”

“okay.”

“By the way, seeing you say that, it seems that your senior is worried about me. You are kind.”

She says so and she is single.

“Okay, anyway, because I got the manuscript. I will take you.”

“Yeah.”

* * *

Jiro and Michiko, who had gone out, entered the studio.

Then Jiro told us.

“I’m sorry, but I think we have to leave.”

“uh? Already? Isn’t it time yet? I usually go a little late.”

At my words, Jiro scratched her head and smiled.

“Ah yes. I have some other business to see.”

“If that’s the case, I can’t help it.”

As soon as Jiro finishes her words, Michiko turns around and greets her.(Read more @ wuxiax.com)

“It was fun today.”

“Yeah. us too.”

“Can I come over and play?”

I don’t think it’s to say that Japan isn’t a neighboring town, and that they really come to play every once in a while.

Of course, it wouldn’t be a big deal when I was living in it, but I don’t think I can come and go that often now.

Jiro’s case is a bit special.

Kyung Hee replied with a smile.

“We are always welcome. If you have a chance, come often.”

“Can I come here often?”

“of course. But do you really want to come here often?”

“Absolutely.”

Saying so, she smiles brightly.

Then her Lee Dae-bong said to her.

“Then, when are you going to call me? Because I also want to try some of the dishes from my manga.”

“Wait a minute. If I can reproduce Jungwon Cooking King’s cooking properly, then I will definitely call Mr. James.”

“Really?”

“of course. Oh, and I have something to tell you.”

“What?”

“Can’t you give me the right to sell it when it’s cooked?”

“Do you want to cook?”

“Yeah. Anyway, since it’s a dish that appears in a manga, I think I’ll have to ask the original author for permission.”

Lee Dae-bong’s expression brightens at those words.

“It doesn’t matter to me. Take care of that.”

“I will definitely give you royalties.”

“Royal…”

Lee Dae-bong is surprised with her eyes wide open.

Haha, it’s strange that you make dishes that appear in cartoon stories, but when you talk about royalties, you seem a little confused.

To be honest, it’s also the first time I’ve ever heard of receiving royalties for something like that.

“Not many. It’s about 1 percent of sales per dish.”

“The amount doesn’t matter. Thank you for making it a real thing. It’s okay.”

“Oh, thank you. I’ll send you a separate contract later, no. If you come to Japan, then I will sign a contract.”

“Well, it is. By the way, do your parents own a restaurant?”

“Ah yes. It’s similar.”

“Ah.”

Lee Dae-bong nods his head.

Somehow, I wanted to talk a lot about cooking, but I am running a restaurant at home.

When you see someone you know call you a chef, would you like to be a chef at a restaurant you run at home?

While he was thinking about it, Michiko finished talking with Lee Dae-bong roughly, and said hello to the others.

“Then hello everyone.”

“Yes, bye.”

The fishermen greet each other one by one.

Of course, I don’t know if I can understand it in Korean.

As Jiro and Michiko leave the studio, Kyung-hee follows them all the way to the main gate and soon enters the studio. And then he looked a little sad.

“I wish Kawada-san would be in charge of us along with the Japanese uncle.”

They seem to have developed a love for each other while having a meal together.

“You have to be straight. You work because you’re the taller brother, so Tegoshi-san is in charge.”

“Ah, I don’t even talk to him there, and I only do short episodes from time to time, so the one in charge is actually my older brother.”

“is it?”

“By the way, when we go back to Japan, how about visiting Kawada-san’s restaurant?”

“Well, if you go to Japan again, then.”

“Oh yea!”

* * *

A taxi stopped in front of a hotel near Myeong-dong in Seoul, where Jiro and Michiko got off.

“Here.”

“uh? Isn’t this your first time in Korea?”

“Ah, please. It’s already been four times.”

“······okay?”

“Come inside.”

“Are you staying at this hotel?”

“I have a stay, and I have other things to do.”

“Any other business?”

Michiko grinned at Jiro’s question, and she pulls his arm.

“Come in at once.”

“······I also?”

“Yeah. Because I came all the way here.”

“Hey, hey, this is a bit difficult…”

“Yeah? What?”

“So, we’re just seniors and juniors…”

When Jiro speaks with his face turned red, he tilts his head at him and smiles.

“What is he saying now?”

“···········?”

“Don’t talk nonsense and just go in.”

She says so and she pulls him back again.

“Uh, uh. So it’s difficult.”

After a while.

Jiro was sitting on his chair, his body stiffened, and his expression tensed. And sweat is dripping down his forehead.

“Why, isn’t the food right?”

“Oh, no. Delicious.”

“Then what do you do without eating?”

“Ah yes!”

Having said that, he lifted his fork and started slicing the meat.

Then he glanced at the man in front of him. And Michiko is next to him.

“Michiko, you’re learning your father’s job, but you’re learning the publishing house. Because of that, it’s nagging that my sister calls me whenever she has time these days.”

“I’m sorry, uncle. It’s because I’m the only daughter I got late, so her mother is worried about it. Please understand.”

“Yeah, I know well, so I don’t understand or do anything. And our Shinichi is later than you.”

“Oh right. Shinichi, are you in the first year of elementary school right now?”

“okay.”

The two are sitting together and having a friendly conversation.

The man in his mid-40s sitting across from him was Hiroyuki Mitsuda, the president of Mitsuda Shoten.

“By the way, your brother-in-law is great. When did you enter the restaurant business in Korea? Not bad here either. The food tastes good too. Aren’t you going to run the family business?”

“I am not interested.”

“Then are you really going to go into publishing?”

“Hold on to the comics. Other than that, it’s okay.”

“You are too.”

After saying that, the president glanced over Jiro who was sitting across from him again.

Jiro, startled by those eyes, shoved the cut meat into his mouth.

“Does it taste good?”

“Ah yes. Delicious.”

In fact, he couldn’t taste the meat at all now.

“How are your teachers these days?”

“Yeah? Ah yes. It’s smooth.”

“Then I’m happy. If you have any inconvenience, please talk to the editor at any time. Because I was told to support as much as possible from the company level.”