1983 Past Life Manga King

“Aren’t you going to finish the second gomtang story?”

“Even if we finish it right away, the story we gave to you hasn’t been completed as a cartoon yet, so even if we give it to you right now, we won’t be able to do anything about it.”

After all, it doesn’t make any money if you give it in advance.

If the popularity is good, the price of the next story will automatically jump, so maybe that’s wise.

“Okay.”

He immediately followed Park Sang-sik to the studio.

We got on the bus and ran for a while and got off at a secluded place.

In fact, by my standards, any neighborhood seems secluded.

Anyway, Kang Hyung-seok’s studio was located in Haengchon-dong, Jongno-gu.

I’ve only heard of daldongne, daldongne, but it was the first time I’d seen it with my own eyes.

“Is there a fire room like this?”

“Heh heh, isn’t it hard to climb?”

Park Sang-sik’s condition while climbing the hill was the worst.

It seems like the second time I’m sweating profusely, I’m out of breath.

“No, not really.”

“You are in really good shape.”

Seeing that, I have a strangely good physique. Compared to me in the past, the physical itself is completely different. No matter how young you are.

What the hell was this main body guy doing with the white kangaroo theme? Is it just natural stamina?

If you have this kind of stamina, it’s something to try for an athlete. tt

After walking up the hill for a long time following Park Sang-sik, he stopped in front of the Blue House.

Park Sang-sik wipes his sweaty forehead and points to the gate.

“Here.”

“Here?”

I said it was a studio, but honestly, I didn’t expect much.

However, the condition of this house was completely beyond my expectations.

Looking at the one-story, old, slate-roofed building through the gate, I can’t tell if I’m in the studio or the haunted house.

“This is really a Japanese studio, right?”

“Are you okay?”

Park Sang-sik smiled awkwardly and then immediately pushed the door and said:

“Let’s go in.”

As soon as you enter, you can see a young man in running clothes, brushing his teeth with a towel wrapped around his neck.

He looked at Park Sang-sik and hurriedly rinsed his mouth and said:

“uh? Common sense bro.”

“uh. okay. Do you have a teacher?”

“Yeah. But what about that…?”

“Oh, my dear brother. Helping my story.”

“Ah.”

After saying that, he bowed his head slightly and greeted me.

“Good morning.”

“Yeah. Good morning.”

After saying hello, I followed Park Sang-sik inside.

As soon as he opens the old door and walks in, a terrible smell hits him.

From the smell of mold, to the smell of stinky odors, to the smell of cigarettes, the arrogant and uncomfortable smell made his face contorted.

The smell from Park Sang-sik’s room is rather unscented compared to this one.

“Ah really. Let’s ventilate and live. It smells real.”

Park Sang-sik frowned as if he had not yet gotten used to the smell here.

He walks through the outside floor, opens the door, and enters the dark interior.

There are four small old desks next to each other, and there are various cartoons, celebrity posters, and pictures of foreign swimsuits on the wall.

But it’s not even lunchtime yet, and the desks are all empty.

When I was bewildered, Park Sang-sik laughed.

“Everyone is sleeping.”

“yet?”

“Because the real work starts late at night.”

“Ah.”

According to Park Sang-sik, the cartoonist teacher completes the basic drawing during the day and turns it over when he gets home from work, and the work begins in the evening.

He knows it’s not good for his health, but he has no choice but to work at night because he concentrates well.

Park Sang-sik sneaks open the other small room next to the large one. From there, several snoring sounds are heard.

He quietly closes the door, then goes out to the floor again, goes to the side, and knocks on the other door.

“okay.”

When I opened the door to a sound coming from inside, I saw the room filled with cigarette smoke again. In a small room, there is a desk in the corner, and there is a person sitting with his back turned and smoking a lot of cigarette smoke.

“Sir, it’s common sense.”

“Oh, yes.”

The man who was nodding his head without looking away, rubs his cigarette into the ashtray and turns him around.

“It’s the younger brother who wrote the story together this time.”

At those words, I bowed my head slightly to the cartoonist.

“Good morning.”

“Oh, yes. Take a seat.”

He gets up from the desk he was working on and invites us to sit down together on the floor.(Read more @ wuxiax.com)

This is Kang Hyung-seok, a cartoonist.

I look a lot younger than the face I knew. About mid 30’s?

“Gun Kim.”

As Kang Hyung-seok shouts outside, he hears the voice of the man he met earlier.

“Yeah.”

“Three cups of coffee, please.”

“Yeah. What should I do?”

Hearing the sound, the cartoonist turned to us.

“Three-three?”

“Yeah.”

“You too?”

what? three three three?

I was bewildered because I didn’t understand, so Park Sang-sik looked at me and asked.

“Three coffees, three creams, three sugar?”

“What about the mix?”

“Mix?”

“Oh, no. just with that.”

“He’s the same.”

“All three three-three!”

“Yeah!”

Damn, three-three-three.

But right away, Kang Hyung-sik’s gaze turned to me.

“okay. Did you participate in this story?”

“Ah yes.”

“This was definitely more fun than the last time, but I think his younger brother played a big role.”

“no. Most of it comes from my brother’s head.”

True. Actually, my ideas are few. Because it was almost completed by following the memory of the original.

But from Park Sang-sik’s point of view, that doesn’t seem to be the case.

“He is a complete genius. Without this guy, it would have taken a year to complete, but he was able to tell the story in a flash.”

He was right in his prediction that it would have taken a year.

As far as I know, this manga originally came out in late ’84 or early ’85, as I remember.

Then the door opens and the male student takes three cups of coffee and places them on the table in the middle of the room.

Then, Kang Hyung-seok brought up the main point.

“Hey, are you interested in painting?”

“A picture?”

“okay. Do you have any plans to become a student?”

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Refrain from straws (3)

What kind of student is this aristocrat Taryeong all of a sudden?

I felt a little absurd at his sudden question, but he answered it while controlling his expression as if there was no particular inspiration.

“I’m not very good at drawing.”

Of course, if you ask for opinions about his manga, he is confident that he will explain more in detail than anyone else now. Still, I think that my knowledge about comics is more than anyone else’s.

However, the picture is completely different.

Not only does he have no talent in the first place, he has no intention of becoming a cartoonist, nor does he need to be under a cartoonist to become a story writer.

However, this guy seems to have a different opinion.

“You can learn to draw. I think I can write a story well, so I think I can make a big comeback as a manga artist.”

It’s a bit funny to wrap it up like a plausible saying with a nice smile.

This gentleman, can you tell me the truth?

“May I ask why you are making this offer?”

He looked slightly surprised by the sudden question.

He’s trying to be considerate, but on the contrary, he’s asking questions.

You probably thought the little guy was cheeky.

But soon he nods his head and bites another new cigarette.

“I went directly to the publishing house with the finished manuscript. I usually do it for kids, but the more I read, the more interesting the story is, so I thought about it. So I deliberately asked the person in charge to read it and tell me what it was like. Then the manager said it was pretty fun. And after reading it all, I say, do you have any plans for a sequel? So ah, I thought this would be it. That’s why I asked Sangsik if I could see you together.”

In other words, he seems to have a talent for storytelling, so he wants to keep him under him.

However, I already knew to some extent through books, even if it wasn’t Park Sang-sik’s words, about the cartoonist students of this time. It was not uncommon for cartoonists at this time to just use the stories or ideas of their students in their own works under the pretext of being a teacher.

In these days, there is no way to be conscious of copyright.

In 2018, it would have been necessary to write a contract even for copyright reasons, but in these days, the seed doesn’t work either. If you say that in the first place, there will be no cartoonists who will accept you.

Anyway, Park Sang-sik seems to be confused as to whether he noticed Kang Hyung-seok’s intentions.

“There, sir.”

“This friend has talent, but it will be a waste if it just rots. I think it would be much better if I could help you later when you want to establish yourself as a cartoonist or story writer.”

“That’s it, but…….”

“Isn’t that a bad thing?”

Saying that, he looks back at me.

He seems to think it’s not a bad suggestion himself.

It is not unreasonable to think that way, in a world where networking was prioritized over skills for a newcomer to live as a cartoonist or story writer.

However, I know all too well that this will never be of any benefit to me.

Anyway, even with common sense, this cartoon singer sticks a straw in me and wants to suck it up for free. It is impossible for my youth to be mortgaged by such a person.

But, I don’t think there’s any need to stand up here and refute it. Anyway, right now, that’s the consumer who buys our story.

“I’ll think about it.”

“Yeah, make a good choice if possible.”

Of course, I will make a good choice.

to my advantage.

Anyway, the taste is a bit bitter.

Still, I once enjoyed reading Yangban Lee’s comics, but after meeting the cartoonist, I feel like my memories are ruined.

After that, we mainly talked about small things.

Some say that the monopoly of the joint publishing company, which had dominated comics until recently, has collapsed to some extent, and opportunities for cartoonists are increasing in the future.

Obviously, he was a person in the comics industry, so he seemed to have sensed this change early.

However, there is no way to know that this revival will eventually collapse within 15 years.

After the 1997 International Monetary Fund (IMF), when the Cheongbo Act was implemented, the comic book market rapidly shrank, and after that, it fell into darkness for nearly 20 years until the Internet e-book market opened.

Hmm.

I feel depressed all of a sudden.

“What is it?”

“no.”

Still, the conversation with the cartoonist was fun.

Most of his stories caught my interest because I was originally a guy who had a lot of questions about comics. In particular, such trivial stories such as writers who are on the rise these days, or that a certain publisher pays a lot of money in advance.

“Are you planning a sequel?”

“No, not yet.”

At Park Sang-sik’s answer, Kang Hyung-sik puts on a puzzled expression.

“I told you to write a sequel.”

Then, Park Sang-sik looked at me without answering right away.

He expected these questions to come, so he warned them not to answer them if they were asked.

To be honest, I have all the contents of the published series in my head.

But I don’t have to show all my cards to the manga artist.

Immediately, Kang Hyung-seok turned his gaze to me.

“You haven’t started yet?”

“I was thinking of making a decision based on the reaction. And now I’m thinking about something else.”

That guy isn’t a good listener.

You probably think so.

Now, the expression on his face is saying that. But soon it will return to its original expression.

“okay? What is it?”