1983 Past Life Manga King

“·········,”

Daedo Park Sang-sik, who keeps making annoying noises, doesn’t say anything and just listens quietly.

“Damn, do you think it’s any different from outside the gourmet that counts inside?”

“I do it in moderation. I don’t know why I’m giving such disgrace in front of my acquaintances.”

In the end, instead of Park Sang-sik, when I open my mouth, he is shocked at the sudden situation.

“······What?”

“That’s right. I’m not even in the military, so I’m proud of being hit. And I quit, but what about the senior?”

At those words, the impression is distorted.

“You bastard, what are you doing? Is this guy trembling? Are you raising storymen separately these days?”

As soon as my body tries to respond to those words, Park Sang-sik catches me. And then he said a word like he was going to shoot straight away.

“Brother, it’s hard to say. Still, it has nothing to do with my younger brother.”

At that moment, the man who had blinked his eyes swish his hand.

“what? is this kid Since I was outside, the liver came out of the boat.”

This bastard is a victim of violence.

It is understandable how Park Sang-sik has led a Japanese-style life in the meantime.

After all, in these days, it is somewhat predictable that violence would have become commonplace in the military or in places where people lived in groups like this. But still, my anger went up to the top of my head when the person I was related to was being insulted like this by a guy like this.

At that moment, without realizing it, my fists were clenched and reflexively grabbed him by the neck and pushed him against the wall.

“Ugh, is this bastard?”

“It’s hard to raise his hand carelessly even though you’re not an idiot.”

“What, this bastard won’t let go?”

The moment that hand goes toward Park Sang-sik, I feel like my fist is going to go out.

But it was then.

“Let go of that hand.”

Everyone turned around, startled by the sudden sound in the hallway.

I see a man walking this way in front of Team A’s studio.

This is Chu Yang-gu, the leader of Team B.

It looks like it came out of a loud noise.

When I let go of the guy’s collar and back off, the guy who saw Chuyanggu scolded me to see if he was alive.

“Oh, you bastard, you bastard. There, Yanggu-hyung. these guys······.”

“What are you doing now?”

“Yeah?”

“What were you doing now?”

“Ah, that’s how these two bastards are being rude. How do you see your senior?”

“So, you want to use violence in the hallway?”

“It’s not like that.”

“You bastard, you made a lot of trouble in the studio you were before, and then you came all the way here again?”

“·······No, that story is here again.”

“Noisy bastard, I know that I’m going to pretend I didn’t have to meet the teacher today.”

“Yeah?”

The guy made an absurd expression, but he ignored it and looked back at us and said with an awkward expression.

“I’m sorry for both of you. I hope this doesn’t make the studio feel bad.”

“Well, what’s wrong with feeling for a studio? That person is the problem.”

“What?”

“You shut up.”

Then he gently taps us and greets us.

“You worked hard today, so let’s stop.”

At that, I nodded my head.

“I know.”

Immediately, he dragged Park Sang-sik, who was frozen, down the stairs.

Then you hear a sound from above.

“Are you crazy about this bastard? If Sang-gil hyung knows about these two people, you won’t be able to enter any other studio, you bastard.”

“What do you mean all of a sudden? How old are these guys? Is it the teacher’s nephew, the kid with common sense?”

“Shut up that snout, I’m a damn baby. And don’t even come close to this side for a while. Then, if you catch my eye, fuck you, are you just sabotaging me? Okay?”

“·················ogue.”

It was the first time Yanggu Chu spoke so much, but it was the first time I knew he was good at cursing.

But even while walking together, Park Sang-sik doesn’t say anything.

Heck, working for a guy like that can be traumatic.

For some reason, I think that it might be a memory of great pain for Park Sang-sik, the studio life he did a long time ago.

I quietly walked with him next to Park Sang-sik.

***

That evening.

It was a Saturday evening, so I went to the city with my whole family. There were too many people to take a taxi, so we split into two and went to a famous Chinese restaurant.

Of course, this is the place Park Sang-sik told me about, and he said that he had visited with a famous cartoonist once before, and the food tastes good.

Anyway, the restaurant is made on two floors, and the signboard and the building itself are in the form of a Chinese-style tiled house.

The interior is quite luxurious than expected as you enter through a door full of unfamiliar wooden beads.

The family members who follow me still look around with smirking eyes.

We walked up to the front desk and told that we had a reservation, and the staff ushered us upstairs.

I went up the creaky wooden stairs, and this time I came to a narrow hallway.(Read more @ wuxiax.com)

The employee who was going ahead opened the door on one side of the hallway and said.

“Here it is.”

Saying that, he said goodbye and went back.

The family walks inside the room with their eyes wide open. There is a round table in the center. There is also a small rotating table in the center.

Oh, there is a store like this even back in those days.

“Mom, sit over here.”

With a puzzled expression on her mother’s face, she sits down in her chair that I took out.

The older sisters and twins all sit around the table with similar expressions on their faces.

The twins were always looking around with curious eyes, but the mother and sister seemed a little anxious.

“Isn’t it expensive here?”

“okay. Aren’t you overdoing it?”

“Do not worry about it. Because I have a new manuscript fee this time.”

“Have you already received the money again?”

“Huh. So, I am going to eat out with my family.”

It was Kyung Hee who felt the most comfortable with my words.

“I saw a store like this on TV, but I never thought we would really come. Have we really become chaebols?”

“You’re a chaebol, so don’t talk nonsense.”

“My older sister…, my older brother developed great talent all of a sudden, so we’re becoming chaebols at the same time. Thanks to that, we were able to go to high school too. And her older sister should quit her job as soon as possible and start studying.”

“I have to take over, so if I just quit, it’s a nuisance to the people I work with.”

“Ah.”

“Sister, study.”

But when even Seon-hee, who had been keeping her mouth shut, speaks in a quiet voice, her sister is surprised.

“Why are you like this?”

Kyung-hee goes out again, perhaps gaining strength from Seon-hee’s words.

“Yeah, you’ve always wanted to study hard, sister.”

“······no.”

“I saw my sister cry in the middle of the night a long time ago, and she is lying.”

“I never did.”

“Yes, right?”

Seon-hee nods her head at Kyung-hee’s question.

Perhaps because of that, the bewildered sister’s face turned red. Then she lowers her head.

“······uh?”

Kyung-hee was also embarrassed, so she doesn’t know what to do.

When her mother sees Kyung Hee like that, she says, ‘Ugh, you’re a little bit.’ She scolds in a low voice.

At that moment, the door opened and various dishes began to come in.

Sweet and sour pork, ribs, and cutlet.

Even though the dishes from Chinese restaurants, which are difficult to see normally, are pouring out, no one in the family is excited to see them.

Everyone’s eyes were on her sister, and she immediately leaned down and wiped the corners of her eyes.

The older sister who had been like that for a while immediately raised her head and smiled awkwardly.

“I don’t know why I’m doing this on such a fine day.”

At that time, Kyung-hee picked up a piece of cut-out meat with chopsticks, and she gave it to her sister.

“Eat this and cry. It’s so delicious, you’ll be moved to tears.”

“Oh yeah.”

Having said that, he hurriedly took the meat that Kyunghee offered and ate it. And then tears fall like a lie.

“Yeah, it’s so delicious that it brings tears to my eyes, just like you said.”

Even her mother, who saw it, was so moved that she stole her eyes.

Oh really. In this kind of atmosphere, I want to run away.

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The world is not up and down (2)

A few days later, the manuscript ‘The King of Management’ that Team B worked on was finally published.

At first, I expected to work on about 7 books a month and started. However, as soon as the story was handed over, 10 more people were suddenly added to the studio, and perhaps because of that, the first 10 volumes were completed much earlier than planned. Thanks to this, the length of the story to be turned over automatically increased, and since it was completed in a hurry, a second part will be published soon.

Anyway, because of that, I have to come to Team B’s studio.

Is it a release date or something?

Indeed, there are many reasons to call.

Anyway, shortly after Park Sang-sik and I arrived from Team B’s studio, two people, one in casual clothes and one in thick work clothes, entered the studio.

“I brought a book.”

It turned out that two publishers’ staff brought 10 books, a total of 100 books, that were completed in the studio.

One of the firebox staff told them.

“Leave it here.”

“Yeah.”

As soon as I left the book, a person in casual clothes immediately approached Chu Yang-gu and said with a smile.

“I really enjoyed this work. Our staff also said that this was really fun. If it goes through the distributor and is distributed to the script office, the response will be very good.”

Having said that, he immediately said goodbye and left the studio.

“Shall we leave only one book and put them all in the warehouse?”

When the youngest member of the eraser studio asked Chu Yang-gu, he shook his head.

“No, once you’ve tied it up, just let it go.”

“Everyone?”

“okay.”

Her youngest looked puzzled, then she immediately untied all the ties.

After a while, Chu Yang-gu stopped his drawing work, went to the book, picked up two pieces of ten of them, and approached us.

“This is the first edition of this edition. Well, if it’s not popular, it’ll end in the first edition, but considering the atmosphere of the staff, it doesn’t seem like that. In any case, the two of you should take one jil at a time.”

Having said that, he put the book in front of us and went to his seat as usual and continued his work.

“This is the book that came out this time. The map came out well.”

Park Sang-sik takes a book and looks around.

Still, I don’t know if it’s strange now because I’ve experienced the book we’ve been working on a few times. It’s just nice to feel that our careers are stacking up like this one by one.

By the way, comic books for script use are really bad in terms of cover and paper quality.

I know that publishers at that time made more profits by lowering the quality of the paper, but honestly, such a piece of shit.

Without realizing it, a squeaking sound came out of my mouth.

“I brought food.”

It was lunch time, so food was delivered to the firebox.

Kimchi stew was delivered today.

The men in charge of eraser and paint in the studio hurriedly lay newspapers on the table and put food on them. And soon people gathered and started eating.

However, Chu Yang-gu goes to the place where the books are piled, except for pouring stew over his rice, and goes back to his seat with a handful of books. Then he roughly shoved the soup in his mouth and started reading the comic book.

Are you reviewing the original completed book like that?

That’s what I think, but hearing the gossip around me doesn’t seem to be the case.

“Why are you there? Isn’t that a cartoon that came out a while ago?”

“Yeah? I usually don’t even look at cartoons.”

Then the person in charge of character touch opened his mouth.

He said, “I heard about the teacher and Yanggu hyung. I think this piece came out pretty well. So I’m about to eat and read.”

“Ok? It didn’t look like anything?”

“What do you mean by the subject of the painting, just die?”

“Still, there’s whole rice. Isn’t it just an ordinary corporate cartoon?”

“Ah, didn’t you hear what the publishing house staff had to say? The atmosphere there is good.”

“Oh, then I see. Earlier, that yangban, you used to just throw books at the entrance and left.”

“I know yeah.”

“And I see, isn’t this the first time Yanggu-hyung looks like that?”

“Yeah.”

A few people nod their heads in agreement.

Then everyone’s eyes are on Park Sang-sik and me.

Damn, kimchi stew might go through your mouth or your nose.

But pretending to be calm on the outside, trying to ignore their gaze, he ate quietly.