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Episode 162: The Jewel Merchant (1)

canned food.

It is derived from the Japanese word kanzume (canned food), and refers to a term that refers to writers who do not submit manuscripts even when the deadline approaches, or who can't, lock them in a specific place to write or draw.

When I hear the name, it seems like something I've heard of recently. In fact, as far back as Ptolemy II took 72 Jewish translators to translate the Old Testament and imprisoned them on the island of Paros.

Even the stories of web novels and webtoon writers who are locked in the management of university scholastic ability test members.

The act of canning itself could be seen as a common occurrence in both the East and the West, men and women of all ages, past and present.

And today.

Tick ​​Tack Tack Tack-

Even in the first editing room of the Hermit Crab Art Center, a man was being canned.

Thump Thump Thump Thump-

A person who has been banging on the keyboard like crazy without a cell phone or internet for a full day.

A person who is engrossed in his writing so that the glasses he is wearing become pure white crystals due to sweat.

That person's name is... … .

Hyun-deuk Pi.

He was a novelist who was a Korean language instructor in his fifth year and a writer who won the Grand Prize in this year's Top Literary Award.

"Eww… .”

A moan escaped from the mouth of Pi Hyeon-deuk, who was tapping the keyboard.

It was because I had been typing on the keyboard for 9 hours just today.

I just wanted to throw away the keyboard right now and lay down in the writing room.

'Phew… My karma.’

He couldn't rest.

because.

‘Writer! I haven't heard the keyboard sound for over 10 minutes... What's wrong with you?'

‘Mr Bong-soon… not that... My shoulder hurts a bit... .'

'this… Are you in a lot of pain? So, would you like to use a massager? Or to the hospital?’

'Ah… no. Now that I see it, I think it’s fine.’

It was because somewhere around the writing room, whenever he was lazy, there was a person who appeared like a ghost and trained him.

'Ugh… How bright are your ears? .'

In fact, there were two main reasons why editors started canning writers. Either the writer has a history of escaping due to the pressure of the deadline, or he often fails to manage time due to lack of serialization experience or laziness.

‘Or maybe both.’

In the case of Pi Hyeon-deuk, it was closer to the latter.

After Pi Hyeon-deuk was awarded the Top Literary Award.

'I'm sorry! No, he only wrote 5000 characters in a week, oh?!’

'Ah… That's because I'm not the type to write quickly... .'

‘I can! I must have seen with my own eyes that, even when working on , you were writing 5,000 characters a day!'

'then… Still, it’s because we have the skeleton in place in advance.’

‘Even so, 5000 words a week are really… I can't. If that’s the case, I would never even dream of finishing a book this year.’

‘Isn’t it possible that I can’t publish an article that doesn’t appear?’

‘There is a way. Please wait for today.’

When he was avoiding writing a novel by giving this excuse and that excuse.

Bong-soon Oh with a smile.

‘Huh, huh, the writer didn’t value time. It's canned food from today. Don't worry, I'll return your wallet and phone in a month.'

Because it was canned Pi Hyeon-deuk.

Of course, he didn't just accept canned food from the beginning.

‘No, what does that mean? I am a person who has a life too!’

However.

‘… If the writer doesn't like it, I won't do it.'Oh Bong-soon's expression turned pale.

‘What are you doing to someone who wants to help me? .'

He quickly collapsed.

'Heh, okay. Please hold me tight so I won't say anything for a month."

So he entered his writing room as docile as Odysseus bound to a ship's pole.

'Hey, I guess I'll be able to stand it in about a month. It's all about wanting to be nice to me. bloody you can do it Yes, I can.’

But that promise is only temporary. With the detention situation that has been going on for two weeks already... … .

‘I want to go out. I want to eat chicken in a cold draft beer. I want to eat golbaengi somen noodles while eating chicken as a side dish with soju. Then I wake up around lunchtime the next day and want to lie in bed all day. And then again... .'

He fell into a state on the verge of becoming a “runaway ninja.”

And finally today.

[8:30]

The moment when humans become the most cruel.

tuk-

In the meantime, the chains that blocked his desires were broken.

He stopped his hand tapping his keyboard, and rubbed his eyes with his trembling hands.

even.

'I can't take it any longer! I'm getting out of here!'

abruptly got up from his seat.

'Just one drink... If I could drink just one cold beer, I would sell my soul!’

Was it like this for all the enemies who dreamed of freedom during the unmanned regime?

Pi Hyeon-deuk, who stood up from his seat, looked very determined.

‘I will surely go out.’

But.

‘I’m going out for just one day.’

click-

When Pi Hyeon-deuk opened the writing room dreaming of a perfect crime.

“Writer!”

He could feel what it was like to have a beating heart.

As soon as you open the door, you can see Bong-soon Oh's big and beautiful… pupil.

the moment I saw it.

'finished… .'

He realized that his brief escape attempt had failed.

OK.

"for a moment! You're out of the bathroom!"

An excuse came out of Pi Hyeon-deuk's mouth reflexively.

Because this was the only way to reduce the nagging of Oh Bong-soon, who would come soon.

However?

"Yes? Why?”

She just looks at him with a strange expression and doesn't say anything?

"uh… OK? Aren't you here because I'm resting?"

Blood Hyeon-deuk, who was bewildered inside, tilted his head and asked.

“Isn’t it? I just ordered chicken and beer, so let's eat together... .”

Bong-soon Oh responds with a lively expression.

Moment.

"that… Did you? uhh i again... .”

An awkward smile forms on the corner of Pi Hyeon-deuk's lips.

‘Hey, I’m glad… .'

If this is the case, it seems like it could be skipped over and over again.

‘Beer and chicken! Then there's no need to go out!'

Because all the things that Pi Hyeon-deuk longed for were also fulfilled.

"that… Then I'll be writing! Please tell me when the chicken arrives!”

“Yes, writer! Then fighting!”

I looked around and looked at them.

Then, the figure of a person watching the two of them with a happy expression caught my eye.

“You two get along well.”

That person is Park Yeon-seo. He is an elder writer who has been writing for 30 years this year and a person who has a great interest in P Hyeon-deuk.

and… He has been commuting to our center for the past two weeks.

lately.

‘Hmm, okay? So when can I visit you?’

When she asked me at the Summit Literary Awards Ceremony.

‘… If you are a writer, you are always welcome. Please come visit us once. You probably won't be disappointed.'

I gladly accepted her request to visit.

As she came to our center, public confidence in our center would increase, as well as support from the senior writer Park Yeon-seo.

However?

She was far more aggressive than I expected.

‘Then, is it okay if I visit you right away tomorrow?’

So, she came to the Hermit Crab Art Center the day after the awards ceremony, and since that day, she has been commuting to and from the center almost every day for the past two weeks, commenting on Pi Hyun-deuk's work.

Since writing the original work is a battle against refusal, the comments of supporters with the same insight and skills as Park Yeon-seo were of great help.

‘Well, her name alone was worth it.’

I looked at her smile and nodded her head.

As she said, the chemistry between Oh Bong-soon and Pi Hyeon-deuk looked pretty good, or even better than I thought.

"Yes. In fact, there is a side where the writer of blood is drawn to one side... Because there are people who really like that style.”

"Yes. So I guess I'm more than happy. There are many cases where the original editor and writer do not match... Those two are really... It may sound like this, but it looks really sweet... .”

Park Yeon-seo, who looked at them for a moment, turned her head slightly and looked at me.

even.

“Chief Kim. But these days, the evaluation of the artist's work has risen tremendously... Do you even know the author of blood?”

I started talking about writer Pi Hyeon-deuk.

'Hmm… .'

I pondered for a while.

The question she asked was... Because it was a bit of a sensitive issue.

In fact, after the awards ceremony a while ago.

[Collection of winning works of the 2020 Top Literary Award]

A collection of award-winning works has been published.

But.

[ This year?]

[Consumers' ignorance of the literary award-winning works, this time?]

[Do things that fall have wings? The last challenge of the top literary prize]

When the book was first published, the market response was not good.

Although was the best-selling book among the award-winning books in Korea.

This is because the quality of the award-winning works has declined in recent years, and the sales volume has also plummeted.

but not long after

[The Grand Prize Winner of the Summit Literary Award continues to receive favorable reviews day after day]

[Writers' Best Novel of 2020 ]

[This month's bestseller is ]

The negative reaction was quickly reversed.

The name value of the literary award itself, the fidelity of the work itself, and… … .[Star rating ★★★★★: This work is the dream of modern people. I want to keep it by my side every day and read it again and again. If anyone hasn't read it yet... I wholeheartedly recommend reading it.]

With the addition of praise from writer Park Yeon-seo.

[Comment: Oh no! Park Yeon-seo gives 5 stars! It lives!]

[Comment: This is a dream, come alive, Park Yeon-seo There are no 5 stars in the dictionary, wasn't it? No matter how good a work was, four or four and a half were finished]

[Comment: This is a selection team. This book is the best, so please read it. The aftermath goes on for over a week.]

The initial concerns were quickly dissipated.

As writers of works that receive attention and writers of works that do not receive attention are treated differently in the market, it was a situation in which writers would want to dance.

But.

"no. I think I'll let you know later. Right now, I have to focus on writing.”

I haven't told Pi Hyeon-deuk about it yet.

because.

‘Because it’s not important to be popular.’

So let me answer with a firm expression on my face.

“You thought well. That’s why I brought up the story.”

Writer Park Yeon-seo nodded her head as if she was happy.

She said that she had the same thoughts as me, as she has experienced many works and writers over the past 30 years.

“… … .”

After that, she briefly talked with her about Pi Hyeon-deuk's work.

“So, the author, the nobleman, made a disciple with his own authority… .”

“How many more people without a conscience… .”

“Sometimes… .”

As she heard from her stories that were more fictional than she was fiction, she felt as though her fantasies of the remaining paragraphs had been washed away to some extent.

Then at some point suddenly.

“… But CEO Kim, did you have any contact from the publisher?”

Park Yeon-seo asked with a worried expression.

She looked like she was talking about an exclusive contract with a publishing house.

Still, as Pi Hyeon-deuk's manuscript was on track faster than expected, she had to prepare an exclusive contract and publication soon.

But.

“Actually, I got a lot of calls. However… There is no place I really like.”

The problem was that there was no publisher I liked.

I have been contacted by publishers famous for their literary publications, such as Faith Temple, Literature Village, and Dol-Bul, but they only think of a writer named Pi Hyeon-deuk as a promising prospect who writes decent works. He didn't seem willing to give any further support.

So, knowing the true value of writer Pi Hyeon-deuk, I could not sign a contract with them.

“But shouldn't we contact the publisher before it's too late? Even if editor Bong-soon Oh looks after the basics, everything else is… I think we need a professional manpower... .”

Of course, a person like Park Yeon-seo who does not know the value of it is only making a worried face like now.

"Fine."

I didn't care.

because.

“I have a place where I can get in touch soon.”

It was because I knew where I was going to take Pi Hyeon-deuk at a price that was right for my value.

“… Where can I contact you?”

"Yes. So that's... .”

But then.

ring-

A beep sounded indicating that a text message was received.

I apologized to Park Yeon-seo for a moment and took out my cell phone.

OK.

[Globian Lee Jin: CEO Kim Jun-young. Are you able to talk on the phone right now? If you're fine... ]

The tiger contacted me saying that even a tiger would come when I said it.

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