Solo Swordmaster

Chapter 102

Episode #102. Live Café.

A man who intervened in their conversation.

Producer Kim Seung-joon smiled pretentiously and continued his hints.

“In that sense, Miss Eugene. How about appearing on TV while working as a waitress? Why do you have a side job or a side job?”

“…Partner, I made a mistake. Come to think of it, a waitress only needs to be good at serving.”

“I wish I knew by now.”

Limon clicks his tongue as he sees Eugene showing sincere reflection.

On the other hand, Kim Seung-joon was dying.

The change in his expression was so drastic that he doubted whether it was the same person as the man who had been pretending to smile a while ago.

“Don’t do that, think again.”

“Aren’t men who are persistent producers popular?”

“It doesn’t matter! The program is on the verge of flying, so what does it matter that I’m a mother-of-a-kind solo?”

“…If you’re going to say that boldly, why don’t you wipe your tears? It hurts my heart to see everyone.”

[Who said it’s not…]

Limon and Yuna-kyung shook their heads excitedly as they watched PD Kim Seung-joon, swallowing tears but not giving up persuasion.

The first time you turned down an offer from a restaurant.

I thought I was done with that.

But that was a misjudgment because they didn’t know anything about the person named Kim Seung-jun.

Kim Seung-jun, who endured until all the other PDs ran away at KTB, a weak cable broadcasting company, was a bad guy who reached the highest level with persistence and grit.

“PD Kim, there’s something I’m really curious about.”

“A music challenge assignment? that’s a secret But if you want to appear on the show, at least a hint…”

“Other than that, if you want to recruit us that much, why did you introduce the waitress job to him?”

In order to recruit Eugene as a singer, it would be much better if he was unemployed without a job, but why did he have such a self-made man?

Limon tilts his head slightly.

Seungjun Kim said to him with a fake smile.

“Ha ha ha, of course I showed my sincerity. People are supposed to help each other, so if I show you a favor like this, would Miss Eugene change her mind?”

“Oh, you know how to live in the world.”

One more time to nod.

Limon, who erased his admiring face, asked casually, resting his chin on his clasped hands.

“So are you serious?”

“If it doesn’t work out, we’ll shoot here under the pretext of random casting!”

I’d say it’s really exciting.

Watching Kim Seung-jun proudly revealing the conspiracy with clenched fists, Yuna-kyung opened her beak wide and Limon was at a loss for words for a moment.

“…you’re really mean too.”

“If you roll until you become a PD at a broadcasting company with an average viewership rating of the national anthem, everyone becomes like this!”

“It’s just a new thought, but why are you working for a company that is like a mental crusher?”

“KTB is not a place that has so many disadvantages. There are advantages too!”

“For example?”

“There are a lot of retirees, so the promotion is fast. Thanks to that, even a fledgling PD like me was able to take on such a key project.”

“…Yes, that’s an advantage.”

Limon looks with salty eyes at Kim Seung-joon, who speaks 100% of the truth about the military jokes he used to make when commanders were dying on the battlefield.

But he didn’t care.

I just persisted in recommending it over and over again.

“Mr. Li, how about thinking about it again in that sense?”

“Thinking about it again, it’s the same.”

“Please think a little more! The fate of the cable network that closely followed the two of you is at stake!”

“I honestly think it’s better to get rid of that mental shredder whether it’s KTV or KTB?”

“Somehow!”

Kim Seung-joon clings to Limon with the momentum of holding on to the crotch of his pants.

Seeing that, Yujin frowned.

One tray was swung.

It’s time!

“Hey man. What are you doing to our precious guest? If you keep interfering with business like this, get out of here.”

“Seniors! Shouldn’t it be between us? Who introduced an amazing part-timer like Miss Eugene to this place!”

“Look at that ball and know that you didn’t break your head, son of a bitch.”

The middle-aged man with a grim face who approached and slapped Kim Seung-jun on the back of the head before he knew it, had an embarrassed expression on his face.

“I’m sorry about this. Seung-joon seems to be the type to rush at anything when this guy gets stuck on something from the old days.”

I am the manager of this store.

He is Seungjun Kim’s senior in college.

An employer who pays Eugene a salary.

At President Jung’s words, Limon and Yujin shrugged their shoulders.

“It’s not a crime to have a passionate junior.”

“Producer sins are producer sins. You don’t have to apologize, boss.”

“Ha ha ha yes. Thank you for passing. I’d appreciate it even more if you said something respectful.”

Outwardly, I heard disrespectful words from two people who were almost nieces and nephews.

Jung just laughed it off.

It wasn’t because he was a person.

If he had, he wouldn’t have twitched his smile as he asked for respect.

Still, he didn’t blush.

I just cleared my throat lightly.

“Curm! By the way, Miss Eugene?”

“Why boss?”

“Guests kept asking us when we would do live. Why don’t you start pulling a little today?”

In response to President Jeong’s question, who was quietly watching, Yoo-jin raised the tray and showed it.

“Is it still time for me to serve?”

President Jeong exclaimed as if he had waited for Yoo-jin, who tilted her head and said, “What if I fall in even though I didn’t even come to my shift job?”

“It’s serving, I can do it!”

“The boss? to serve?”

Maybe because it was an unexpected answer.

Yujin, who had a surprised expression, tilted her head the other way and added a question mark.

“With that face?”

“What about my face!?”

“A face that can be defamed by honesty if you say your honest impressions?”

“….”

President Jeong, who inadvertently refuted, but only nailed to his chest and grabbed his heart.

Kim Seung-joon took the place of such a senior and stepped out.

“Miss Eugene! Even if my senior is an impressionist who will cry like a mountain thief, what should I do if he says it so honestly?”

Is this what you call a defense?

Or is it a confirmation kill?

President Jung laughed and said, clenching his fists as he cried out to beat this stupid junior guy to death.

“Ha ha ha yes. My impression is a bit rough.”

“Is it a little? Senior, where can you sell your conscience…”

Back!

“But I’m also the owner of a cafe, so can’t I serve? So don’t worry about serving and just make your decision comfortably.”

From a gentle smile to a voice.

Contrary to his stern face, President Jeong’s appearance was indeed that of a gentleman.

Even though that hand was tight enough to make his complexion pale due to difficulty in breathing because he couldn’t squeeze the damn junior’s neck tightly.

“Okay, if the boss says that, I’ll finish the job. Instead, you know the allowance, right?”

“Don’t worry about cancer.”

Jung nodded his head.

And he said it boldly with a big smile.

“I’ll just give you a part-time job and treat all your performance fees as unpaid volunteers.”

“OK! As expected, the boss speaks well.”

With a grim smile and content, President Jung spits out absurd remarks that, if others heard, would immediately be reported to the Ministry of Employment and Labor as blackup liquor.

However, Eugene smiled with satisfaction and even raised his thumb.

[This is an employment condition that sounds like two screws are missing from your head no matter how many times you hear it.]

‘What’s wrong? The parties say they like it.’

[That’s a logic that only worked in the days when working 18 hours a day and not paying the minimum wage was not a problem.]

‘Isn’t that what we were talking about during our PAB days?’

[Ah, that’s not it. We worked 24 hours a day, but we got minimum wage, right? That’s also based on high-level players.]

‘…That would be nice too.’

He said he was a slave in gold shackles.

So, Na-gyeong Yun boasts by sticking out her chubby belly, telling her not to compare herself with the workers in the earth fetters.

Limon was debating whether or not to poke his belly with his finger.

“Hmm hmm. But right now, the half-cycle of our store is not good. At this rate, it seems that Yujin-yang will have to play and sing all by herself.”

President Jeong coughed.

Then, he rolled his eyes again, secretly looked into someone’s eyes, and continued talking.

“It would be nice if someone could play the accompaniment for Eugene so she could focus on singing…”

He noticed ‘someone’.

Limon laughed at President Jung like that.

“Why does this store’s accompaniment machine always break down every time I come?”

“Ha ha ha, I’m sorry about this. Our store’s semi-cycle machine is very old.”

“So, I’m here right now, and I’m close to your waitress/singer, and I’m a great player, so would you like me to hold the guitar for you?”

“I would appreciate it if you would.”

“So do you usually ask guests to play?”

“Instead, your juice today is completely free! Bagels and sandwiches as a bonus!”

“Those employment conditions are awesome.”

Laugh and wait for a while.

Limon finally got up from his seat.

It was because, apart from President Jung’s clever request, he couldn’t ignore Yujin’s earnest gaze.

“By the way, I have one thing to tell you.”

“Why are you lacking something?”

“It’s not that important, but if you don’t take that hand off quickly, he’ll die.”

“…huh?”

Seungjun Kim, 29 years old.

It was the moment when he almost crossed the Nether Road after being strangled by a college senior, but managed to save his life.

* * *

‘A lump of fortune rolled in.’

Seeing Eugene, who went up to the stage and grabbed the mic, and Limon, who began to tune the guitar, President Jung put on a happy expression.

Just watching those two prepare for the live, he was naturally full.

“Aren’t you doing too much, senior? At this point, this is an attempted murder. An attempted murder.”

“Executive Manager.”

“Do you think this is an exaggeration even after seeing this? yes?!”

President Jeong averted his eyes slightly at Kim Seung-joon’s prompting, pointing at the clear handprint on his neck.

I lived because Limon informed me in time.

It was true that the invoice could have been removed if it was a little later.

“Seungjun, how did you find those two?”

“Don’t talk back.”

“No, I’m really curious.”

President Jeong said seriously.

At first, I wondered what kind of fuss it was until Kim Seung-joon offered to introduce him to an amazing talent.

When I saw Eugene voluntarily go on stage and perform live in her free time, I wondered if she was just a talented aspiring singer.

However, after Limon, who came to play, was asked by Yujin and reluctantly went on stage with them.

President Jung realized.

That this wild boar-like junior who only looked forward and ran wasn’t asking for a useful part-time job, but a piece of gold.

“Do you know how much our cafe sales increase on the day those two live?”

“Well, 300%?”

To Kim Seung-joon, who was talking with a playful smile, President Chung spoke with a serious face as if he was passing a death sentence.

“If you add 1 to the front digit, you get roughly the same.”