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Episode 158: Breakfast at Hermit Crab (1)

“Grand Prize for the Top Literary Award. How about this?”

The moment I finished speaking.

"Yes?"

“Heh heh, that’s crazy.”

CEO Lee Yeon-eun and Professor Young-geun Lee put on an absurd expression.

even.

“If that happens, I will publish at any cost.”

He tells me with a nonsensical look.

As it is, the Sangsang Literary Award is the largest new literary award in Korea, attracting between 5,000 and 10,000 applicants. His expression was also understandable.

‘Because the competition is huge.’

there

"You. Do you think the recipients of the Top Literary Award are really rookies? If that's what you're thinking, you'd better quit sooner rather than waste your precious time. The recipients of the award are not ordinary people... .”

As Professor Young-geun Lee said, most of the recipients of the grand prize were those who had already entered a prestigious university in Seoul with excellent grades, and then received special training in recognition of their creative talent.

Of course, there are people who, on rare occasions, break through narrow doors besides them... … .

'Most of those people are genuine people from prestigious universities.'

Therefore, a person like Pi Hyeon-deuk, who had no great academic background, no teacher who held the power of literature, or even a senior with a career in literary journals, was nothing more than a miscellaneous person who did not even belong to the six-headed class, let alone a sage.

But.

‘That’s the case in general.’

Pi Hyeon-deuk was different.

He was Liu Weifang, the Han Gojo of the literary world. Jin Seung (陳勝) and Wu Guang (吳廣) who succeeded in the revolution.

The prejudices of those who used his talent as if shouting, ‘Is there any other seed for the Queen Mother?’ was only a hurdle that could be easily overcome.

‘Of course, I still need to polish it up a bit.’

so.

“Then you promised?”

There was nothing to be afraid of even if it was a bet that was not a bet with the representative, who continued without any hesitation as it is now.

anyway.

"Sure. By the way, the representative's next work is slowly... .”

Because victory is decided.

* * *

a few days later.

“Come on, let’s go in.”

He said opening the door.

Then Pi Hyeon-deuk followed me, looking around with surprised eyes.

[Hermit Crab Art Center]

went inside

This is a literary creative space built entirely on the 3rd and 4th floors of the former Gulag Academy. It was a place that contained my aspirations for the Nobel Prize.

As you enter the center, the first thing you see is.

[Writing Room 1]

[Writing Room 2]

[Writing Room 3]

.

.

Dozens of dedicated writing rooms.

It is a modern design space that was originally used for lectures and was remodeled.

I looked back at Pi Hyeon-deuk.

“Huh… .”

He is looking at the writing studio with bright eyes, not suitable for the age of 30. No matter how you look at it, your eyes look curious. He looks like he wants to go in right now.

I smiled and opened the door of [Writing Room 1].

OK.

A 27-inch, flawless quad monitor that is specialized for document work.

A 4.5 million won Perced Marcus headrest chair that seems to fall asleep the moment you sit down, but is sure to wake you up the moment you hear the price.

A high-end mechanical keyboard that even the author who declared a necessity for carpal tunnel syndrome would make it Sergei Rachmaninov on the keyboard.Lastly, stand-up humidifiers and mini dehumidifiers that can be set up according to the artist's needs.

A writing room with full settings for writers appeared.

Moment.

"Oh my gosh… .”

An exclamation leaked from Pi Hyeon-deuk's mouth.

I took a step back so he could enter the writing room and said to him.

“I heard that you need to buy a good monitor, chair, and keyboard. There are many studios, so choose the one you like the most and tell me.”

Then Pi Hyeon-deuk looks around the writing room with an unbelievable look.

Then, he touches the devices in the writing room once and starts admiring them over and over again.

But it didn't end there.

“I still have a place to introduce to you, so get up now.”

Then, Hyeon-deuk P, who was sitting in the headrest chair with an expression like his grandfather who entered the hot tub, looked at me in surprise.

"Yes? Is there anything more to see here?”

There's more to see, haven't you started yet?

I smiled softly and opened my mouth.

“Aren’t people able to live by just working? wake up It won't take long.”

Then, Hyeon-deuk Blood tilted his head and got up from his seat.

As soon as we go a little further inside the place where the writing rooms are clustered, a 50-pyeong rest area is revealed.

“Huh… .”

I hear a lot of exclamations from Pi Hyeon-deuk especially today.

After all, an amazing sight was unfolding before our eyes.

A 50-pyeong space made by combining the 3rd and 4th floors into one.

On one side of the space, there is a comfortable sofa, an ultra-high-definition curved TV, the latest game console, a movie screen, and…

The zero-gravity massage chair that tells you to see heaven the moment you lie down is neatly arranged as if ‘Come on, use me!’

On one side, three large refrigerators are stocked with all kinds of ingredients, drinks other than alcohol, and seasonal fruits.

Next to it, there were open kitchen-style cooking facilities, home bars, and coffee-making machines that looked like they had moved to a cafe.

A space that literally says, ‘I didn’t know what you might like, so I prepared everything!’. It was such a convenient facility that almost all life was possible without having to go out of the studio.

“It was prepared for the author, so you can use it as you like.”

Then Pi Hyeon-deuk looks at me with an expression of disbelief.

"that is… Really?”

“Then of course.”

Some might say, ‘A writer must be hungry!’

‘That’s it, donkey.’

That was a really absurd story.

Just as labor without eating a meal reduces work efficiency.

Creation is also a mental labor that involves extreme stress. I had to relieve the stress caused by creation with something else.

Otherwise, it was clear that my hair would fall out of my head and my work would not come out as a work of art.

‘And even a rebellion against me will sprout, because the original rebellion comes from hunger.’

Therefore, I built the best facility I know with the belief that the best writing grows on the best body.

“Oh, and I also ordered exercise equipment, but it seems it will take some time, so please let me know if you want to exercise. We will register you at the gym right in front of the center.”

Well, there are still parts that are not yet finished.

Then, Hyeon-deuk Blood nodded his head with a blank expression on his face. From the looks of it, it seems that he has lost his mind at the sudden stimulation.

After all, it must be an environment that he could not even dream of as a person who has been living in a studio for the past 5 years and saving money step by step.

But after some time.

“CEO, why are you doing this to me? .”

He asks me with a skeptical look.

Why am I even doing this?

That's of course... … .

'It's a Nobel Prize. It would be nice to receive the Man Booker Prize as well.”

Actually, what I gave up to take care of Pi Hyeon-deuk was two floors of my own building. And it was about the cost of the interior.

In the past, it would have been quite a big expense... … .

'Now, it's a decent amount of money. I have to force myself to spend money in order to get less tax anyway.’

So now I know that this investment will come back several dozen times later, so this kind of investment was only natural for me.

But that doesn't mean you can't say that in front of the party. Shows only a little truth.

“Because Mr. P.’s talent seemed to be a waste.”

Because this is true.

Then Pi Hyeon-deuk looked at me with moved eyes.

Son-in-law's death.

Do scholars die for those who know them?

His eyes are like those of Yeyang (豫讓) facing Jibaek (豫讓).

'I've already written a contract, but it can't get any better than that if you capture that heart.'

* * *

After a while.

"However… Am I writing alone?”

Pi Hyeon-deuk, whose emotions have calmed down, asks me in a calm voice.

It is as if he were asking if he was going to use this large space alone.

I smiled softly and opened my mouth.

“Is it possible? First of all, there will be people who clean regularly. And we'll have the desk staff stationed. and… .”

But then.

Ding Dong-

A low-pitched ringtone. Pi Hyeon-deuk's head turns toward the front door.

I looked at it and opened my mouth.

“Ah, it seems you have arrived.”

I went back to the front door and opened the door.

OK.

"excuse me… Is this the Hermit Crab Art Center?”

A woman with a face that looked like something straight out of a pure manga appeared.

Heh heh, when I only heard your voice, I felt young. When I saw it, um... Her face looks young, but... The rest don't look young at all.

‘Eunsol? Well… No, more than Eunsol-sensei... .'

For a moment, I was embarrassed because there was nowhere to turn my gaze. Now you can't show your ugliness in front of the people you work with.

“Greetings. This is writer Pi Hyeon-deuk. You are the first resident artist of our Hermit Crab Art Center. and… This is editor Bong-soon Oh. He is the person who will live in the center and take charge of the editing.”

He came to his senses and introduced each other to Pi Hyeon-deuk and Oh Bong-soon.

OK.

"hot! Hello. nice to see you! My name is Bongsoon Oh, a proofreading editor who will be working at the Hermit Crab Art Center from today!”

Bong-soon Oh greets Hyeon-deuk Pi with a lively tone.

However?

Why is this person not talking?

Turn your gaze and look at Pi Hyeon-deuk.

“… … .”

I saw the figure of Pi-hyeon Deuk, who was looking at Bong-soon Oh with her blank eyes.

In an instant, Hyeondeuk Pi's profile is drawn on his head.

Hyun-deuk Pi. 30 years old. 5th year academy instructor. His dating history... … .

None.

At Namjoong, Namgo and Tech Tree University, Jinseong's mother, Solo, who lived a life full of part-timers, was him.

But it's obvious when he's talked to you before.

‘Are you in love? I don't care about that. First of all, we will try to win with a novel.’

Did you speak with a firm expression on your face?

“Writer?”

Only then did I call him a little.

"Ah… Yes? haha? wife… nice to see you. blood… It’s called Pi Hyeon-deuk.”

He greets him like a broken robot.

'Why don't you care about that? As you can see, I've already made up my mind.'

I sighed slightly, invisible to Pi Hyeon-deuk and Oh Bong-soon.

In fact, she came here… … .

‘Can you introduce me to a good editor?’

After making a bet, not a bet, with the CEO of Globian the day before yesterday. It was because I asked him a favor while chatting with him.

'Yes? Is it because of the person who wrote the work? If that's the case, don't bother looking for someone else and try it with the people of our company. We're not normal and we have to help out that much.'

Of course, the editors I met while writing books at Globian were pretty good too.‘People are naturally ignorant of things that have nothing to do with themselves.’

In any case, they are people who belong to Globian. It was impossible to put as much effort into the work of Hyeondeuk Pi, who is not affiliated with the company called Globian, as much as his work.

Furthermore.

‘Because I don’t like being indebted to something like this.’

So, it is better to find a freelancer with good experience.

‘Because reputation is important to them, they won’t neglect editing.’

And as a result.

"CEO! So right now, only writer Pi Hyeon-deuk is editing?”

The woman in front of me. She was introduced to Bong-soon Oh.

Hmm… But can you really do it?

Obviously if possible.

‘Ah, I’d like someone who is good at canning.’

I said, but no matter how I look at her... … .

“Blood Writer! Please!”

Doesn't he look like someone who can catch someone like a mouse?

However.

All of those worries were in vain.

* * *

a few days later.

“@#$&@#$@??”

It was a bit noisy outside, so I opened the door to the center manager's office and looked at what was going on.

OK.

“Blood Writer! What are you doing?"

"Ugh. I just want a cup of coffee.”

“Hmm… okay? I'll bring it to you, so go ahead and write it."

“No, I’m already in fifth high school… Even if you take a break... .”

“No! I'm still in fifth grade. There are no perfect works, but there are works that are close to perfection, so you have to work harder. You promised to write with me yesterday.”

As it turns out, writer P Hyeon-deuk came out of her writing room and she seemed to be caught by editor Bong-soon Oh.

“Ehh… Then she will die.”

Although she pretended to die, she tried to stimulate Bong-soon Oh's pity.

“From years of experience, people do not die at this level. But she only comes out with a good enough work to die for.”

At Bong-soon Oh's resolute words, as if she believed in her vocal theory, Pi-hyeon-deuk's face went black.

It was a situation in which other people would get angry even if they were nervous.

“Blood Writer. There are two more hours left until the break, so please do your best. I'll make you something delicious today."

Oh Bong-soon, who flowed out properly, in her voice.

"Ji… Really?"

Pi Hyeon-deuk's expression melted.

"sure. So just fight for 2 more hours. Did you know?”

and what happened Like a plowing bull, he is led into the writing room by Bong-soon Oh.

“… … .”

When I saw that figure, the representative continued to me.

‘Canned food? Let me introduce you to someone who can canned even an elephant.’

He remembered that he had a meaningful smile.

Well… If you have that level of reeling skill, you can canning not only elephants, but also blue whales and brachiosaurus.

'I'll have to thank the CEO afterward.'

Anyway. Thanks to Oh Bong-soon's close mark, Pi Hyeon-deuk's enthusiasm, and my advice that sheds little by little for every important part, the progress was going faster than I thought.

Even now, we can predict the targets of other literary awards.

How to play big fish in big water.

I was thinking of submitting a manuscript with only one view of the top game, the Sangsang Literary Award.

because.

‘Because it is more effective to receive one normal literary award than to receive ten other awards.’

And the jewel of Pi Hyeon-deuk should not be a jewel that everyone can buy, but a jewel with a value that no one can buy.

Now, one week until the deadline for submitting manuscripts for the Summit Literary Award. Everything will be won in it.

Now all that was left was to see how much turmoil the gem I had polished would cause.

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