1983 Past Life Manga King

The fishermen are also quite surprised.

“I heard that there is only one Dragon Ball in Jump, am I right?”

I nodded my head at Park So-mi’s words.

“Yeah.”

Daebong Lee, who had not yet shut his mouth, looked back at me with that image. Then he pretended to push his chin up with his hand.

Like a character in an American cartoon.

“Wow, Dragon Ball is a competitor. I’m so jealous. Our dragon soup that came out a while ago was 300,000 copies.”

“Still, 300,000 copies is huge.”

“Dragons with the same name can enter, but they can’t be matched.”

At Lee Dae-bong’s words, Park So-mi held her pen like a dart pin and pretended to throw it.

“The sting is real. Still, he wouldn’t have made a lot of money.”

Lee Dae-bong flinched and avoided the action as if he was throwing a shudder.

“Oh, well… it’s not like that. Unbearable.”

“Thanks to you, James oppa, we are getting more and more cold.”

“What is he saying now! I’m working hard right now. And stop it. It’s scary.”

“It’s a joke, it’s a joke.”

Saying that, he took the pen away, and then Daebong Lee sighed with a relieved expression on his face.

“It is said that a frog is struck to death by a stone thrown as a joke.”

“If you’re a frog talking nonsense, you have nothing to say.”

“Why are you getting more and more like Silver?”

“I?”

Saying so, Somi Park looked back at her Silver.

Silver just looked at the two of them as if having fun.

Park So-mi, who had seen such silver, turned to Lee Dae-bong again, she said.

“Anyway, oppa finished a week’s worth of stories in one day and ran around with the rest.”

At Park So-mi’s words, Lee Dae-bong shuddered.

“That’s imagining! Don’t you know how important inspiration is? No story can be made without 99 percent inspiration.”

“It’s the first I’ve heard of it.”

“It’s because you don’t write stories.”

Lee Dae-bong, who said so, looked at me this time and said.

“Do you understand? my words.”

“I don’t know.”

“Hey.”

To be honest, writing a story with a perfect picture in your head is a way only geniuses do.

People like me have no choice but to keep thinking while writing.

Park So-mi, who has usually seen me like that, said with an absurd expression.

“Look at our teacher. I think, write, and edit every day. how diligent After doing that, envy them.”

“It’s a different way of working, a different way.”

“Oh, I see.”

She gave a look of disbelief and she nodded her head dryly.

Then Lee Dae-bong distorted her face.

“You are not the face you recognize now. Am I right?”

“not really.”

“No.”

Daebong Lee grumbled.

Actually, as Park So-mi said.

The story is almost made live with only the rough settings.

But in other words, it also means that Lee Dae-bong is a genius.

Had he been a story writer working in Japan, he might have made a bigger masterpiece.

If he hadn’t met me, what would Daebong Lee be doing now?

Daebong Lee didn’t exist to my knowledge, so he may have stopped cartooning along the way.

Maybe he opened a restaurant or became a culinary expert.

When I think about it that way, it feels a little weird.

I thought I had a lot of involvement in Lee Dae-bong’s life.

Lee Dae-bong, who felt my eyes, looked back at me.

“Why?”

“Nothing.”

Daebong Lee smiled softly at my answer.

“I know you like me, but you don’t have to look so blatant.”

I laughed out loud at that.

“Coming to think of it, there wasn’t.”

“Huh? what?”

“My brother was hit by me.”

Lee Dae-bong flinched as he smiled slightly, revealing his teeth.

Silver asked with a curious expression.

“How about experiencing this opportunity? I’m curious too.”

“What do you experience?”

Lee Dae-bong, who said that, looked at me and smiled awkwardly.(Read more @ wuxiax.com)

“I don’t know silver, but you feel like the real thing, so don’t joke like that.”

“It’s not a joke.”

“Why really? awfully. That’s a joke. Is not it?”

“·················ogue.”

Lee Dae-bong, who looked at me, coughed in vain, and immediately turned away.

“Anyway, it’s a bit disappointing. We made 2.3 million copies, and this is how it ended.”

With those words, Silver opened her mouth again this time.

“It’s over, it’s still on sale.”

“It’s not that noticeable.”

“You still don’t know.”

“What is he saying now. There are 800,000 or 800,000 books left. There is still enough volume left to sell even with the first editions of some popular writers.”

“·················ogue.”

As Lee Dae-bong said, it is difficult to think that the remaining amount will be sold.

To be honest, it will be around 100,000 copies at most.

Realistically, even 5,000 copies would be difficult.

“Still, it is something worth celebrating just because it has surpassed 1.5 million copies.”

“It shouldn’t be. But, I thought I might set a record anyway.”

“Yes.”

Even the fishermen have sad expressions.

“What about the rest?”

When Cha Mi-jeong asked, Dae-bong Lee opened her mouth instead of me.

“It’s split. Shhhh.”

Saying so, he turned his hand back and forth in a strange direction.

“There will be a lot of abolition.”

“It’s not huge. Maybe I’ll just do housework?”

“Oh, it’s really a waste.”

“Yeah.”

“Can’t we just leave it alone? I might be able to sell it later.”

“The storage cost is higher.”

“Ah.”

Something felt strange, so I opened my mouth.

“But we set a record, so let’s finish early today and have a dinner party.”

At those words, the gloomy atmosphere suddenly brightened.

Then Seon-hee, who raised her head, said softly.

“What are you going to eat?”

“Pizza.”

Satisfied with her words, she nodded her head and bowed again.

This time, Kyunghee came out of the kitchen with a bright expression.

“Pizza? Pizza Hot in Itaewon?”

“uh.”

“Aww!”

Saying that, he jumped up and went back in.

Lee Dae-bong also asked with a bright face.

“A bonus?”

“Of course.”

The fishermen cheered at that.

I also like Daebong Lee.

Then Park So-mi said to Lee Dae-bong.

“You’re not my brother.”

“Ah.”

Daebong Lee, who had stopped, soon turned pale.

“What kind of person is rich in money?”

At Silver’s words, Daebong Lee shrugged his shoulders.

“But that’s how it feels, how it feels.”

“Crazy.”

* * *

Michiko approached Jiro, who was sitting on a chair on the roof of the publishing house, and was thinking

“Don’t be too disappointed. That 1.5 million copies is a huge record.”

“I was not disappointed. It’s just a little sad.”

“The author who has sold more than 1.5 million copies would say such a thing. It’s strange.”

“is it?”

“Absolutely.”

Jiro smiled softly.

“I think so.”

“Because it is. The person who is most envied at our publishing house right now is saying that. Anyone who hears it will be insulted.”

“Well.”

“The first time to reach 1 million copies, this time to 1.5 million copies. The bonus will be huge.”

“What is money…, right?”

Michiko, who was watching that, suddenly spoke with a cautious expression.

She said, “There is a lot of talk within the company that a senior will be scouting for another publishing house, or that he will start a separate publishing house.”

“Are there any rumors?”

“Yeah. I’m a little curious too.”

“Right.”

She nodded her head as if listening to someone else.

Michiko asked, who frowned upon seeing that figure.

“how is it?”

“what?”

“Those rumors.”

“Why?”

“So… is that rumor not true?”

“take no interest. I just think this is my place.”

“Ah.”

Then Michiko nodded her head with a slightly relieved expression.

And for a while, the two looked down at the city without saying a word.

But then, one of the editorial staff of Boy Hero came up to the roof.

“manager!”

Michiko, startled by those words, slowly took a step back from Jiro. Then she looked at her staff and bowed her neck.

Her staff, who glanced at her like that, bowed her head once, and went straight to her Jiro.

Jiro, looking at her indifferent face, asked her staff.

“Why?”

“The editor is calling.”

“The editor?”

“Yeah.”

Nodding her head, Jiro hurried down.

*

Jiro was surprised.

“Yeah? A special performance?”

“Yeah, I heard they said they would make a machine gun jack into a special outfit and perform, didn’t you know?”

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“I didn’t know.”

When Jiro answered, the editor tilted her head.

“I thought the public relations team of the Nakaya group would have informed me.”