The Barbarian Writer of a Martial Arts Visual Novel Chapter 125

EP.125

Attacks on bookstores selling Danggapungun became more severe day by day.

From boycotts, to throwing trash that disrupts business, to various types of abusive language, to rumors that bookstore owners are feuding with each other.

In the end, the bookstore owners who couldn’t hold out gathered together for a meeting and came to one conclusion.

“Business cannot continue like this. “Please give us our staff at the pyoguk!”

A representative of a bookstore visited a bureau in Uichang to hire a bodyguard.

What happened to us was because we lacked strength. Whether it’s throwing away trash or interfering with business, wouldn’t it be enough to just chase them all out?

There was a way to protect the morals and stop selling the popular books, but the bookstore owners who had suffered what they had suffered did not want to admit defeat.

“Recently, I heard voices in Uichang calling for a boycott or a movement to sabotage bookstores. Is that because of that?”

Pyo Guk-ju leisurely drank tea and asked the bookstore owner.

“Boycott, disruption of business, and even trash. “There was even an arson incident a few days ago!”

The representative was trembling and thought about the arson incident that had occurred not long ago. Excluding his own bookstore, it was the bookstore that sold the most Tangga Pungun.

I never thought a bookstore like that would get caught up in an arson incident. All bookstore owners had no choice but to feel a sense of crisis.

“It’s not arson, it’s a real fire, right? Didn’t it turn out that the fire was caused by a beggar trying to roast chicken with waste paper? “It wasn’t even a big fire.”

“That’s just what it’s known for! “I can’t tell whether or not they were instigated by the Daeseohoe or something!”

It wasn’t a big fire. However, all the Danga Pungwoon that had been piled up outside was burned, and the store was unable to conduct business for the time being.

Is it a true story of a beggar or someone’s instigation? In situations like this, everything is suspect.

The bookstore owner felt like he was about to have a nervous breakdown because his business was interrupted every day.

“haha. “You must be very worried.”

“Please ease that worry. “I think it will be enough to just teach the staff for a few months.”

“I refuse.”

Pyo Guk-ju put down the tea he was drinking and flatly refused.

“no! Wouldn’t this amount of money be enough to hire a staff member even on base? “Is this not enough?”

“This is definitely enough money to provide protection against people who are misbehaving while running the bases.”

Clearly, the money that the bookstore owner offered was not a regular store, but was enough to hire a staff member at a base station with many accidents.

“Then why don’t you do it?”

“Now in Uichang, bookstores have become public enemies. “That’s too little money to protect a common enemy.”

“Ooh, you mean we’re public enemies?”

“Rumors abound in Uichang. They say that the bookstore violated the rules and the students and the people are angry. That’s why the clans that originally protect the streets aren’t involved in this incident, right?”

“I will give you three times the money. “How could you not, even if it’s just for a month?”

“We cannot be hated by the people of Uichang when we are in a position to represent the country. ”

A symbol that protects clients or goods. A political faction that protects the streets. These were all places where the reputation of others was important.

“Okay. I can’t help it. “I will go find another country.”

“It will all be the same. Wouldn’t it be better to protect the mourning ceremony?”

“This is a merchant’s job. Don’t tell me to do this or that. And, unlike here, there will definitely be a bureau that will accept the staff offer as long as you give it money.”

“Then go in.”

Pyo Guk-ju saw off the public enemy, who disappeared without even looking back, and immediately began writing a letter.

“Pyodu.”

Pyo Guk-ju wrote several letters with the same content and then called Pyo Du.

“yes. Pyo Guk-ju.”

“Ask the envoys to deliver these letters to other embassies within Uichang. “Be sure to tell them I sent it.”

“all right.”

Pyodu took the letter and disappeared from the scene.

“I guess I’ll just have to wait a little while.”

All the country owners in Uichang will smile after receiving the letter. Pyo Guk-ju thought as he watched Pyo-du disappear.

The contents written in the letter were as follows.

[There are not many days left to see Volume 2.]

“I really need to see the scene where Tang Jeong returns to Sacheon Jeilmi.”

Pyo Guk-ju.

He is also an avid reader of Tangga Pungun.

He was a member of the Daseohoe.

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News about bookstores reaching a dead end is delivered to me every minute. It has been done.

No matter what Daseohoe did, the meetings were held at Daseogak.

All I had to do was make coffee and listen to their stories, like a bartender who, when a person comes to the bar after work, hands them an Old Fashioned, saying something interesting happened today.

The bookstore owners eventually appeared as a group at Daseogak after Bangdo disappeared.

“I guess the young barbarian doesn’t know what’s going on. This is how we all live. You have to do it well. “Are you trying to fight us now?”

“Where have I seen such nonsense! “Our bookstore has no intention of giving up on Tangga Pungun!”

“Stop writing such bullshit letters and tell the author, who is a good writer or something, to publish two volumes as soon as possible.”

“We’re saying let’s all live together, but if we do this now, all we can do is let’s all die together.”

The bookstore owners chatted as if they were people who had been territorial in the countryside and then came to complain that neighbors should not behave like this after receiving a proper education.

“It won’t turn off!? Do you want me to poop all day long?”

“Hey!”

“A woman from the Tang family is trying to spread poison. “Bounce!”

After all, he is a martial artist. Fortunately, Hwarin couldn’t help but run away as soon as he said a word.

“I guess it’s still not enough.”

After work, I sat down at my desk, dabbed ink on my brush, and thought about today’s work.

“I’m here.”

Hwarin came into the attic looking tired.

“Did you do well at your job as a huckster?”

Although the sales speed of Dangjiafungun slowed down, Danghwalin still had a lot of work to do.

These days, Hwarin was using her title as the only granddaughter of the Baek family head to act as an intermediary between the person who purchased the Baek family property and the contracts that person needed.

“huh. He did a great job brokering the contract. As you said, we called for money in places where neither of us were present and received a large introduction fee.”

“Good. great job.”

“What are you writing? No way, it’s Hopil again. “Do you use that?”

“no. “I’ve already prepared everything, and I’m currently writing the first draft of Volume 2 of Tangga Pungun.”

“In the end, it’s Hopil. I guess I’m going to write… By the way, are you going to publish volume 2? But those bastards were that damned in the morning too.”

Hwarin spoke to me with an expression of disgust, probably because she remembered the bookstore owners who kicked her out in the morning.

“There are ways to keep those bastards safe. By the way, Hwarin. “Are you going to go to the governor’s office after dinner?”

“huh. “I have to pay the debt as an introduction fee.”

“Let’s not do that and have a meal with the governor.”

“why? Let’s just eat somewhere nice, just the two of us. “I made money, so I’ll live.”

“It’s because I have an idea. Since Mr. Commander is having a hard time, let’s eat together. let’s go. “Hwarin.”

“This is not what it is.”

That day, I took Hwarin, who was somehow dissatisfied, and had a meal with Mr. Chonggwan.

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[It’s Hopil….]

“It’s that damn Hopil. Please stop talking. If this continues, the bookstore will go out of business!”

[This is Hopil….]

“The bookstore employees feel their safety is in danger!”

“I’ll give you the cost of this book! “If you just take out our inventory, we won’t sell Tang Family Feng Yun!”

[This is Hopil….]

“This book is not worth the cost! I’ll just give it to you for free! “Take it all!”

“Please, please ask author Hopil not to attack our bookstore. “I will give you all the money I make from this book!”

[This is Hopil….]

“We lost. “Please, please, stop.”

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“Now, the only bookstore I visited in the first place is left.”

I said, looking in the mirror and adjusting my clothes. I saw Hwarin looking at me disapprovingly through the mirror.

What’s going on?

“Why are you going out so often these days?”

“It’s because of the novel.”

“novel? “Are you drinking because of novels?”

Hwarin had anger in her voice, as if she was dissatisfied with something. Is it because I came back late yesterday after drinking alone?

“That’s right.”

Should I have spoken and then come after drinking?

“Yesterday, I smelled a faint smell of powder… Aren’t you going around meeting women?”

“Do I look like such a leisurely person? “I had a drink with the Commander-in-Chief yesterday because of work.”

“With the Commander-in-Chief? really?”

“That’s right. “You don’t believe me?”

I turned to Hwarin and spoke with my chest wide open as if there was nothing to be ashamed of under the sky.

“Believe me… or it’s okay. “Drink this.”

Hwarin brought me a bowl filled with liquid.

“What’s this?”

“Honey water. “I came here because I was drinking yesterday.”

Hwarin handed me the bowl, avoiding my gaze as if embarrassed.

Hey. There are people who will give you honey water just because you think you have a hangover. I’m a little impressed. When I was sleeping alone, I drank alcohol and woke up in the morning to soothe my burning stomach and made myself stew.

I drank the honey water in one go.

“Wow… this is the taste of honey water that Wonsul was looking for. Sweet. Sweet.”

“Cook cluck. What is he saying now. really.”

Hwarin looked at me jokingly and looked at me with suspicion and smiled slightly.

“Hwarin. “Let’s go out with me.”

I put the bowl aside and said to Hwarin, who was feeling better.

“Where?”

“Now, there is only one bookstore left that sells Danggapoongun without permission.”

Bookstore representative. Only the bookstore I visited first did not surrender.

“yes?”

“Follow me. “I’m going to finish it now.”

Now it is time to end the war.