Returner's Magic Laundry

Chapter 56

“No, or what? No one will come to me.”

“This is film director Ko Gun-soo, and I… … My name is Producer Ahn Nam.”

Let’s call it a producer for now.

I gave him a slight wink to Geon-su, and he nodded his head as if in agreement.

At that time, writer Choi No-eul suddenly clapped his hands, and we had to turn around.

“director? No, Director? Uh, then… … I want to make my screenplay into a movie! Oh, you’re telling me. I sent the screenplay to the film company, but I didn’t expect it because it was all over. Hahaha.”

It was a character who didn’t give me a chance to talk for a long time.

“It’s similar, but… … .”

“Come in at once. It’s no joke to be cold today.”

Writer Choi No-eul opened the front door, and for a moment, Go Geon-soo grabbed his nose and took a step behind him.

‘Ugh, the smell.’

The smell in the house was even worse.

Leftovers, bottles of alcohol, ashtrays made up of cigarette butts that don’t know how long to pile up, and blankets that you don’t know when they were washed. Miscellaneous items that have built up a mountain centered on the desk because they are overflowing with all kinds of materials and books, and Post-it notes clinging to the wall.

Writer Choi No-eul, who saw us hesitating at the entrance, grinned.

“Ah, if I’m too clean, I can’t write. All writers are like this. Our house has been sold as a filming location since then. Film directors also like this shady place.”

I think he knows that his house is shady.

Schönberg’s ‘Night of Purification’, flowing from a speaker with poor performance, somehow suited this atmosphere.

Go Gun-soo shook his head sharply.

I dragged Go Gun-soo, who kept pulling back, and went inside.

“that… … Should I take off my shoes?”

“Absolutely. It’s a room.”

ok~

We had no choice but to take off our shoes and step into the cleanest place.

The late Geon-soo took out his handkerchief and covered his mouth, and I took the handkerchief and stopped it.

As we entered, the music was reaching its peak.

“Ha~ The music somehow suits the artist’s room.”

“Ah, this? I left the radio on and went to classical broadcasting. I don’t listen to classical music.”

I went to the side of the pile of rubbish and picked it up, revealing a small cassette.

Writer Noeul Choi who turns the channel without hesitation.

He flipped the channel, and as the trot flowed, he fixed the channel with a satisfied face.

At the same time, Song Dae-gwan’s ‘Four Beats’ was playing on the radio.

“Kung jjak kung jjak kung jjak kung jak kung jak kung jak kung jak kung jak kung jak In your beats~ There is love, there is parting, and there are tears~ Kya~ The lyrics are good! After all, life is four beats.”

Writer Choi No-eul, who was humming along to the song, flicked his fingers and immersed himself in the music for a moment, shaking his body.

‘It’s an unusual character.’

Then I went out to the veranda and brought out two blue plastic chairs that you can see in convenience stores.

A blue convenience store table was already spread out in the middle of the room.

Are you glad you got the color right?

“Please sit here. Can I get you something to drink?”

“Oh, no. That’s it. We ate quickly.”

We were extremely reluctant to eat anything here.

Writer Noeul Choi brought his chair and sat down, and he opened his mouth again and tried to say something.

“Oh, how long have you been talking about? Ah! So, filmmakers… … .”

“We came to entrust writer Noeul Choi to collaborate on the screenplay, and the script is currently in the draft. And here is Gunsu Ko, the director, and he is currently competing in the Cannes Film Festival with his short film!”

I said it quickly first.

Go Gun-soo looked at him in amazement at how quickly he spoke, and writer Choi No-eul still had his mouth open.

“Well… … Sorry. If I don’t do this, I think I’ll keep missing out on my chance to speak.”

Then, writer Choi No-eul slowly closed his mouth and asked again.

“that… … You didn’t come from a movie studio or to make my screenplay into a movie, but to work on a screenplay adaptation, right?”

“right.”

The moment I thought to myself, ‘Of course you would refuse?’, the color on Choi No-eul’s face came back again, and this time he clapped his hands twice.

“Aww, then tell me. If that’s the case, welcome in a different way. All you have to do is give it money. I also write children’s books, and I write comics screenplays, and I like them all.”

“really?”

“of course. You said that the script is in the draft state right now, so how about a million won for each revision?”

‘Cheap… … .’

When we looked surprised, they waved their hands, thinking they thought it was expensive.

“No less than that. Writing is also a lot of work. No matter how aspiring you are, you can’t get it any cheaper.”

“Yes, yes.”

Does this make things too easy?

“Really? You mean a million won?”

“Yeah.”

Writer Choi No-eul, who tilts his head in a moment of indignation.

“… … But how did you come to know me?”

We are looking for something to say to that question, and again, writer Noeul Choi taps his forehead.

“Ah… … I know. Writer Jang Ki-tae told me. Anyway, I asked for some work. Oh, why didn’t I think of that? I had no choice but to ask because the rent was delayed by three months.”

“Ah… … Yes, that is correct. Author Jang Tae-tae. Hahaha”

I don’t know who Jang Ki-tae is, but I was happy.

He smiled and turned away, throwing his eyes everywhere in the room, when he noticed a bundle of scenarios lying on the floor.

When I looked at the cover title, the words ‘Legend’ were scrawled in large letters.

When I got up and tried to pick up the script, writer Noeul Choi picked it up first.

“Ah, this one. It’s my scenario, but it’s one of those scenarios that I keep thinking about. I’m going to stop using it now. Writer Jang Ki-tae tells me to keep writing if I like it.”

“that… … I’m sorry, but can I read it?”

“Now?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, it doesn’t matter.”

I took the script and hurriedly turned the first page.

After reading a few pages, I tilted my head involuntarily.

‘Huh? This is different from the scenario I read in my previous life.’

It was very different though.

And it felt like something was creaking a little bit.

When I went back to the front and looked at the cover, there was a small 11-high school under the title.

What I saw was high school 13, is it that I have to rewrite two more times before the scenario comes out?

The gap was too big for that.

“Isn’t it fun?”

Unlike before, Choi Noeul asked with a slightly dazed expression.

“No, that’s great. It will be great. After two more corrections.”

“Yeah? Do you have to fix it two more times to make it great? what kind of bullshit is this? Oh no, bullshit is cancelled.”

Go Gun-soo, who was covering his nose, patted my side and whispered.

“Hey, what a shame.”

“Oh, is that so? I mean, it would be nice to tweak it a little bit more. The screenplay is great… … Oh no, it will be great.”

“I don’t know if it’s a compliment or not, but thank you. Are you a prophet?”

“I’m sorry. He’s got a sense of humor these days. haha.”

Go Gun-soo was an excuse and said strange things, and kept looking at him with a squint to see if he was curious about the scenario.

It was natural to wonder about the screenplay written by the writer I was working with.

“Can I take a look too?”

“Yes, it doesn’t matter. look. There must be more printed… … Wait.”

When Noeul Choi brought another printed copy and handed it to him, Geonsu Ko started reading the scenario titled “Legend” one by one.

As if he was getting more and more immersed, he could only hear the sound of paper flipping incessantly.

I stayed still so as not to disturb, and Choi No-eul was staring at the computer.

Go Geon-soo, who read the scenario in an instant without taking a break, didn’t say anything.

“Have you read it all?”

Writer No-eul Choi stood up from his seat and looked at Ko Kun-soo and asked.

“Do you think the director will be okay if I change my screenplay two more times?”

In response to Choi No-eul’s question, Ko Gun-soo didn’t say anything.

“This guy must have been really fun. Give it to the director too. He said that he entrusted the screenplay. Let’s see each other a little bit. We need to know something about each other to work. What is it, you know your style, you know your taste!”

“Yes, Gunsu. Let me show you the ‘Frustration’ scenario. We have to work together anyway.”

Then, Go Gun-su suddenly grabbed the bag tightly in his arms and shook his head.

“Hey, why? Give me the bag.”

When he tries to steal the bag, he grabs it and runs outside.

Writer Noeul Choi also had a confused face.

“Hey, where are you going? Haha, wait a minute. Why is he like that?”

“I guess you suddenly didn’t want to entrust the adaptation after seeing my screenplay? Oh, I just wanted to show you. You’re not canceling the adaptation, are you? I have to pay the rent this month.”

“No way… … .”

When I went outside, Go Geun-soo was sitting on the stairs holding a bag.

“Hey, why? I have to show you the script.”

“I’m not going.”

“Why?”

“I can’t show it to you because I’m shy. Mine is trash.”

“What are you talking about?”

“That screenplay… … so great There is no need to fix it in my opinion.”

“What? Hey, what are you doing with that? It will be even better.”

“What? Getting better?”

“Because it is.”

“… … don’t go I don’t know if I can say this. When I saw that script, I wanted to make a movie with it. Can’t we?”

‘Of course not! That’s what I want.’

“Are you okay though? Then you may have to postpone your ‘fighting’ to a later date.”

“I will consider my scenario a little slowly. I think we have to go back and think about what the problem is.”

“Okay then, shall we go in and talk about it?”

Go Geon-su nodded his head, still holding the bag tightly.

‘Anyway, it’s good that things work out the way I thought… … .’

We went inside again.

“Writer Noeul Choi, we would like to change the proposal again.”

“What? What were you talking about outside?”

“I don’t want to work on a screenplay, but I want to make this ‘legend’ into our film.”

Writer Choi No-eul’s eyes widened at our words.

“This?”

Writer Noeul Choi held up and shook the ‘Legend’.

“Yeah.”

“No, why all of a sudden?”

“I think our director, Go Gun-soo, liked the script of the writer so much that he wanted to direct it.”

“This would cost quite a bit. Still, we have to spend 10 billion won, but is there a production cost?”

“Don’t worry about the production cost. Time will fix it. Instead, it shouldn’t be in this state and you have to fix it two more times. That means that the word “13th High” should be embedded under the title of this scenario.”

He certainly wouldn’t have stopped at 11 high in his previous life.

Still, since the script went to director Seung-jae Cho in the 11th high school, it was clear that the script was revised twice more after that.

Choi Noeul looked at us with questionable eyes.

“No, now that someone who has shot a short film will receive an investment of 10 billion won for the first film even if they go to the Cannes Film Festival?”

“Yeah.”

“Ha, indeed. should i believe this should not I’m so proud of myself that I don’t have anything to say. It’s a scenario I was about to give up anyway… … .”

I stabbed Go Gun-soo in the side.(Read more @ wuxiax.com)

“Huh? Why?”

“Show me.”

“What?”

Go Gun-soo thought about it and took out the CD from the bag as if he knew it.

“This is a short film I directed. Would you like to see it? Running time is only 18 minutes.”

Noeul Choi received the CD.

“I think it’s fine to give it a try if it’s a scenario you’re going to throw away anyway. If I wrote 11 grades and still haven’t received a call from the film company, wouldn’t it be hopeless?”

It may be rude to say, but I wanted to make a wedge.

Not surprisingly, Choi No-eul also seemed to feel that it was rude.

“I thought so, but I don’t feel very good when other people say that.”

Then, Noeul Choi put the CD into the computer CD player.

When the movie started, Noeul Choi concentrated on the movie.

For 18 minutes he didn’t make a single cough sound other than the sound of a movie.

When the movie was over, writer Noeul Choi slowly got up from his seat.

Looking at his expression, it seemed that the game had already ended.

However, writer Choi No-eul did not readily bring up his words.

I couldn’t wait, so I spoke first.

“Shall I make a contract?”

Noeul Choi stood up without answering, and he struggled to open a window that had not been opened for a long time.

It only made a creaking sound to see if it had rusted, but it did not open well, but when I applied force, the window suddenly opened and flipped open.

Suddenly, a cold wind blew, and the dust accumulated in the house created a gust of wind and swept over us.

Collok!

Post-it notes on the wall flapped in the wind, and curtains fluttered without knowing when they were washed.

Dust glittering in the sunlight around Noeul Choi’s back, seen in backlight.

“good. I do that. To say that the production cost of 10 billion won is too absurd, and if the director filmed it, I think it would be okay to make it on a low budget. Whatever we were going to throw away anyway, we recycle it like this, well.”

“Is that true? Then we will sign a contract right now.”

I took the papers out of my bag and unfolded them.

Screenwriter Standard Contract.

Seeing this, Go Geon-soo made a surprised face.

‘Child, don’t be surprised.’

In case you didn’t know, I made a contract beforehand.

“What? Do you already have a contract?”

“It’s a standard contract for a scenario. Just write ‘Legend’ in the title. I want to sign a contract before I change my mind. This is the first contract. When the investment comes in, we formally sign the contract again.”

“What is an investment… … .”

Choi No-eul, who smiled as if in disbelief, read the documents and immediately took a ballpoint pen and scribbled his autograph as if he had made a decision.

“The movie was so good. I especially liked the directing. If this is enough for my screenplay and the movie is ruined, I don’t think I’ll regret it much. Rather, I feel honored.”

“Thank you.”

Go Geon-su thanked him, took a ballpoint pen and tried to sign it.

At that moment, I took Ko Gun-soo’s hand, and the ballpoint pen stopped before it even touched the paper.

Surprised by my actions, Noeul Choi raised her head.