1983 Past Life Manga King

“Is this just something to watch?

Shouldn’t these guys be completely expelled from the manga world?”

“But what can I do? Now, even pirated versions of Japanese magazines are not being used. But how are you going to stop this?”

“Oh, it’s annoying. It’s annoying. It’s not like any other manga, and I’m even more upset that we’re being treated like this. A similar manga appeared in Japan before, and it made me tired.”

“Still, we took the same picture and story, but proceeded differently. This is just plain copying.”

“Really, what’s going on? Before, Samsara’s pirate board was roaming around, and now it’s down to Pasiencia.”

I, who was listening to the two of them, immediately asked Lee Dae-bong.

“Daebong hyung, do you know anything about this cartoonist Park Gil-sang?”

“Well, I haven’t met the man in person, but I know a few guys who commute to the studio there.”

Also yard.

“So, what do you know?”

“It’s just that the salary isn’t delayed. It’s not that he has a bad reputation. People who work are easy to work with and people who pay well are good cartoonists.”

“So, by any chance, teacher Jeon Sang-gil knows a person named Park Gil-sang well?”

“Well, they say they see each other sometimes at association meetings, but you have to ask Sang-gil hyung for more details.”

Daebong Lee thought for a moment, then clapped his palms and slapped them.

“Ah, come to think of it, they said there is a meeting in a few days.”

“okay?”

“Yeah. But why?”

“Can I go to that meeting too?”

“Well, I don’t know the details, but it doesn’t seem like it was such a big meeting or something. It’s like a party where people related to cartoons gather in a restaurant to eat and play, so if you want to attend, you can tell Sang-gil. Because there are a lot of people in Jin’s life.”

“Then can I ask you a favor?”

At my words, Daebong Lee looks at me with crawfish eyes.

“What are you going to do?”

“To get a glimpse of what he looks like.”

“Hey, aren’t you trying to make an accident? You’re not the general manager of the human market.

“Am I an idiot? Are you going to ruin my life for someone like that?”

“Well, our Yunhwan isn’t that stupid.”

Daebong Lee said so and nodded his head.

*

A few days later, I went to a restaurant in Bangbae-dong with Jeon Sang-gil.

According to Lee Dae-bong, it was just a gathering of people related to comics, but the size of the restaurant is bigger than I thought.

When I went inside, the restaurant was full.

But looking at the stairs inside, it looks like a two-story restaurant.

There are so many on the first floor, and it feels like the second floor will be full of people at least.

Seriously, looking at it this way, it looks like a drinking party, like people gathered on a feast day.

“Welcome. I’m a teacher.”

“Hello. I’m a teacher.”

“Hey, sir.”

Jeon Sang-gil is also a well-known yangban, so there are quite a few people pretending to know him. It’s something I heard from Daebong Lee, but thanks to the recent flat-footed striker, Jeon Sang-gil seems to be farting quite a bit.

However, unlike what I’ve heard from Lee Dae-bong, it doesn’t seem like he’s doing that much, but anyway, I don’t know who it is because there are very few faces I know.

Well, now that I know more people in Japan than in Korea,

However, perhaps because of the nature of the group, most of them appear to be in their 30s or older. And many of them are over 40, and Jeon Sang-gil goes straight up to the second floor after looking around the first floor.

It seems that he could not find a person named Park Gil-sang here.

I followed him straight up to the second floor.

When you go up to the second floor of the restaurant, it is a place that is made into a room unlike the first floor.

“There it is.”

Jeon Sang-gil, who was looking around, hit me and pointed to a seat by the window.

Three men are sitting in the seat he points to.

The two seem to be in their early to mid 30s, and the one sitting across from them appears to be in their 40s, but it is difficult to determine the exact age because of the bald head.

Jeon Sang-gil, who has confirmed his seat, walks towards it, and I follow him.

On the way, we exchanged light greetings with people who recognized the way to the war, and soon arrived at a table by the window.

As they approached, a man with a haircut was talking with his tongue slightly twisted as if he was already drunk, and two men sitting opposite him accepted his words with awkward smiles.

“…that’s because the comics industry in Korea isn’t developing. Fuck, this guy or that guy. The pictures are the same, the content is similar, and if you get a little popular somewhere, you both jump into the same story, so high-level readers won’t get bored.”

“It is a wise word.

“Still, this teacher’s soccer cartoons are great, aren’t they?”

“Oh, that. What is it?”

“If the background was not Korea or Spain, it would not have been easy to investigate.”

“It’s only natural for such an investigation. It’s natural.”

What, Spain?

Are you talking about the cartoon that says it was copied by Pasiencia?

So, it seems that the person with the hair off is the person named Park Gil-sang.

I look at them in bewilderment, then a drunken man looks at Jeon Sang-gil and me alternately. Then, he immediately looked at Jeon Sang-gil and had a happy expression on his face.

“Oh, I’m a teacher, aren’t I? Hey, sit here, sit down.”

When he said that, the faces of the two people who were sitting opposite each other brightened as if they had seen the savior.

“Ah, then we’ll go.”

“Yes. Still, there are still people I need to say hello to.”

“Oh, I guess I’ve been holding on to my busy friends for too long. Okay then, let’s go.”

“Yes, teacher.”(Read more @ wuxiax.com)

As soon as the answer came, he hurriedly got up, said hello to Jeon Sang-gil and Park Gil-sang, and left the seat.

Heck, it’s not common to hear endless stories from drunken people.

Anyway, as soon as the two of them left their seats, I and Jeon Sang-gil took their place.

After exchanging simple greetings with Jeon Sang-gil, he looks at me and tilts his head.

“By the way, I think I’m seeing this young friend for the first time, who…?”

“It’s the younger brother I know. I’m writing a manga story.”

“Ah…… story? Still, there were a lot of friends who wrote stories here.”

Having said that, he immediately opened his eyes wide as if he remembered something.

“Maybe, no, what do you mean, flat-footed striker?”

“You’re smart. That’s right, the friend who wrote it.”

In response to Jeon Sang-gil’s answer, he exclaimed ‘Oh’ and stretched out his hand to me.

“Let’s shake hands. I, I don’t know if it’s Allan, but it’s Park Gil-sang. Cartoonist.”

“Yeah, I know.”

He answered and took his hand.

When I look at the hands holding each other, I can’t see the ink marks of the cartoonists’ fingers.

“Are you left-handed?”

“Huh? No, why?”

“no.”

Unlike Jeon Sang-gil, his hands are clean.

Seonhee also occasionally uses a pen, but there are ink marks. However, the fact that a person who always draws only cartoons has such clean hands means that he hardly ever gets involved in drawing.

Well, since I don’t use an ink pen, there aren’t many traces of using a regular pencil to say that, so this gentleman must have just put his name on it and just play the role of a factory manager.

Of course, this is just my guess.

While I was thinking about it, he still looked at me with a curious expression, and opened his mouth.

“The flat-footed striker was really fun, but I was very sad when it ended. If it were me, I would never have finished a comic that was so interesting. If you see that, you are amazing. How can you let such a popular cartoon end? It was a project that might have become the 2nd Hell’s Foreign Team.”

“Isn’t this the story this friend is making up. But is that up to me?”

“Ah, but that’s not the case. It’s the ability of a cartoonist to make it last longer, even if it’s paid more.”

Saying that, he looked at me with a soft gaze again.

I feel bad for being looked at by a drunken person like that.

Then Jeon Sang-gil glanced at me and got up from his seat and said,

“Oh, go to the bathroom.”

“What would you like to eat? Shall I order you?”

“No, I’ll go and tell the restaurant staff directly.”

“Is that so?”

“Yeah”

“Yes. Then.”

Jeon Sang-gil immediately avoids the seat.

Then, Park Gil-sang, who was looking at his back, licked his tongue.

“Ugh, um. How do you finish such a project so early? It’s a waste of me.”

After saying that, he looks back at me.

“Isn’t it? I would never end it like that.”

“……”

“By the way, do you have any new plans?”

It slides over halfway like a serpent wall.

“If there’s anything else that’s good, can you bring it to me? I’ll give you more than the former teacher gave me. If the number of copies is guaranteed, 10 million won in one lump sum. How about it?”

What is this person saying all of a sudden?

“I don’t have any other plans for the script book manga side yet.”

“Ah, what? So, the manga like a treasure castle? There’s no money there. If you give a story to a place that only works on 20 pages a month with your daughter, you won’t get much money. Aren’t you arguing about something because you are still young?”

I don’t even think of anyone giving me the rice cake, but I’m drinking kimchi soup by myself.

When I looked at him with a pathetic face, he opened his mouth after chatting with excitement for a long time.

“Why all of a sudden? Is it because you don’t have enough money? Erra, it’s a feeling. One thousand three hundred. It’s hard for me to go beyond that.”

“There is something I want to ask you.”

“Huh? What?”

“Aren’t you ashamed?”

“……What?”

For a moment, his expression darkened.

It’s as if he didn’t hear something wrong with that expression on his face.

“It’s the ‘god of soccer’ I’m drawing right now. Isn’t that a manga that’s being serialized in Japan right now? But you copied and drew it outright.”

“…what are you talking about now?”

I am not a bale (3)

Park Gil-sang looks at me with his eyes wide open.

Looking at his face, he looks like he’s drinking alcohol.

Then he smirked with an excited expression.

“You bastard, where are you talking nonsense like that?”

“You know better that I didn’t say I didn’t say it? The God of Soccer that came out recently was a copy of the Japanese cartoon Pasiencia. Shouldn’t it be called a pirate cartoon?”

At my words, Park Gil-sang’s face turns to earthen.

And then the eyes flutter without mercy.

“…you, nigga! Do you know who I am? Isaiah, the association of the association! Do you really want to be buried in the Korean comics industry?!”

Korean comics? store? It’s not funny, I just laugh.

I am currently working in Japan, not Korea, so such threats do not work.

Hearing such words, I am not agitated at all, so it is a face that is astonishing.

“Is the association so lame that a director of the association could do such a thing? How rotten is it?”

“You really. Do you want to cut your food line?”

I opened my mouth with an irritable expression on my face.

“Yes. Cut it off.”

“……”

“Well, they say they’re going to stop eating anyway, so let’s go to the end. As I found out, there were a few more plagiarized cartoons besides the god of football.

“……You, this child. Really…”

“I’ll give you a chance.”

“What?”

“Please collect the books again. And don’t do this again next time. Aren’t you ashamed of being a member of the association?”

Having said that, he stood up.

Seeing that day, Gil-sang Park shouted.

“You bastard, can you let me go? I’ll take responsibility for you and keep you from entering the comics world.”

“Yes. You must do that. Let’s go see who has a lot to lose at this point?”

“crazy……!”

“Do exactly what I said before. Otherwise, you may be branded as a plagiarist over and over again.”

“what!”

I just got off the spot.

I heard behind the scenes yelling at me, breaking the cup that Gil-sang Park was holding, and starting to scream, but it didn’t matter.

When I go down to the first floor, Jeon Sang-gil is waiting for me.

“Looks like it’s over already, seeing the second floor so noisy.”

“Yes. I’m done.”

“Okay. All right. Shall we go out together?”

“That’s right.”

The people on the first floor were also looking up at the loud noise of the second floor.

I passed through those people and went outside.

In fact, it was something we had already talked about before coming here with Jeon Sang-gil.

In particular, he said that he had many complaints about the association’s directors, especially Park Gil-sang.

I thought that I was finally getting out of the mad monopoly of the joint publishing house, but I lamented that those kinds of people are on the rise again.

In addition, it is said that an artist who does not have the basics as a cartoonist is moving, taking a seat and concentrating only on being ruled.

Anyway, it was a situation where he had come to hear about his surroundings and his tendencies.

To be honest, I don’t think it’s going to be that big of a deal. I just came here with the feeling of looking at my face and shaking my mind.