You Promised Me, Mr. Lee San-ha - Chapter 86



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Episode 86: A shabby person in a precious place (1)

Project 108, which decorated every weekend with splendid colors, has ended.

It was a program with a lot of talk and a lot of trouble, but it was true that it was the entertainment department’s bread and butter for a while.

Probably most entertainment reporters across the country are saying the same thing as me right now.

“What are you going to write an article about now… … .”

There’s unusually little news these days.

At best, the only follow-up reports are about the Project 108 ranking manipulation scandal.

Even that isn’t worth writing about since the trial results haven’t come out yet.

It’s not awards season yet.

Maybe because it’s winter, there aren’t many singers debuting or making a comeback.

As for movies, it’s a time when only mid-level movies are uploaded, keeping an eye on special Christmas releases.

The news drought has begun.

In the midst of a burning famine.

“Who wants to go and cover the upcoming ‘Broken Bullet’ concert in Korea?”

Team leader Yoon Yeo-gam gave instructions.

Cheers! Cheers!

Everyone’s hands go up like a flag.

A fierce battle reminiscent of the game of blue and white.

Of course, my hand was included among those hands.

There is only one reason why everyone is so passionate.

Because there is no news to report.

His popularity wasn’t even a consideration in the first place.

Broken Bullet.

A black rapper from the eastern United States.

Once known as the ‘King of East Coast Hip Hop’, his popularity is no longer what it used to be.

To put it very extremely… … these days, even if an album comes out, people don’t really know about it.

The reasons for the downfall were clear.

Drugs, car accidents, assault, assault, and more assault… … .

He has caused more violence than most mafia men.

No wonder there is a separate tab for incidents and accidents on TreeWiki.

It’s hard to believe that one person made all these mistakes.

‘Hey, this guy even assaulted a reporter recently?’

The last entry on TreeWiki is a bit scary, but… …it’s an article first.

As the fierce battle of wits continued, the person who would go on the interview was confirmed by a single word from Team Leader Yoon Yeo-gam.

“Why are there so many applicants? There’s no time to decide who will go. Sanha, you’ve never been to a concert in Korea, right? Go this time.”

“Yes. Thank you!”

“Oh, and! Take some good pictures!”

It hit a sore spot.

When I was studying to be a journalist, I sat at my desk all day and only studied journalism, humanities, current affairs, and common sense, so I ended up missing something important.

The ability to take pictures.

‘They say that if I take a picture, it all becomes a picture book.’

Since the reporter is originally a solo player, he has to do everything.

It’s only natural that a cameraman won’t always follow you around.

The photo source is also the same.

There are limits to using paid images or third-party photos.

Because the sense of presence is lacking and it is not the image people want.

Suddenly, I remembered the comments attached to the article that contained the photos I had taken.

[Kagami: Is it true that the reporter’s photos are too good? Isn’t that not a violation of portrait rights, but a destruction of portrait rights?]

[Gugongti: Seriously ㅋㅋㅋ If you get a lawsuit from the newspaper company, you should just say, “It was meant to be” ㅋㅋㅋㅋ]

[Malangmalcha: What? Where did our Chan-guk go?]

[Mara Tang Wei: @MalangMalcha The reporter took the trash]

There was a time when I even blamed the camera.

… … But even if you use an expensive company camera, the results are the same every time, so there’s nothing to say.

‘I should take a camera class or something soon.’

For now, my priority is to prepare to write the Broken Bullet article.

I immediately called the event organizers.

“Hello, I’m Lee San-ha, a reporter for TLT Times. This time, Broken Bullet is visiting Korea―.”

[Yes. I will register you right away. … … I have registered you. Just visit the office on the day and receive your pass. Thank you for your hard work.]

Hey, what’s so fast?

Aren’t you even verifying my identity or affiliation?

This is such a sloppy job.

I shouted urgently before the call was disconnected.

“Hey, wait a minute! Do you have a separate interview schedule? Even if it’s not an exclusive interview, do you have some time… … .”

[no.]

“Really? Broken Bullet has other plans?”

[No, there isn’t, just.]

… … It’s worth knowing.

Because he was originally a person who didn’t do dirty interviews.

I thought about the character of Broken Bullet.

Do you prefer to talk with your fists rather than with words?

The quickest way to get an interview with him would be to request a sparring match.

I decided to give up on the interview.

I felt I had to write an article that focused on field reports and photos.

I returned to my seat and started writing the press release.

While I was writing out meaningless one-off articles one by one.

Tiring!

A notification appeared on Messenger.

[Mom: Son, the store is closed today. Do you want to eat dinner together? I heard there’s a delicious beef restaurant nearby.]

[Daughter: Why don’t you ask about my daughter’s schedule?]

[Mom: I don’t think you need to ask ^^ Do you think you would refuse meat?]

[Daughter: … … I have nothing to say in rebuttal … … .]

[Mom: Son, is your time okay?]

A family dinner that came after a really long time.

For a while, ‘Sanhane Bunshik’ was so successful that both my parents couldn’t make time for it even on holidays.

I’d like to have a meal together, but… … .

[Lee San-ha: I’m sorry. I have a schedule to cover a foreign singer’s performance this evening.]

[Father: It’s the store’s closed… … Would you like to eat dinner together?]

[Dad’s daughter: Dad, is your phone lagging? LOL Is the messaging speed real LOL]

[Mom: (Emoticon of a curly-haired woman crying while cutting onions)]

[Mom: It’s unfortunate, but there’s nothing we can do… Are you eating well?]

[Lee San-ha: Sorry. Let’s definitely eat together next time… … I’ll buy the beef haha]

[Lee San-ha: Yes, I am eating well.]

[Daughter of Dad: Who is the foreign singer coming?]

[Lee San-ha: There’s an old singer called Broken Bullet.]

[Daughter of Dad: What the hell is that? Lol. Are you a foreigner who came to Korea for tourism? Are you hinting at a small-scale performance at a club in Itaewon? Lol.]

Right then.

[Mom: Cancel.]

Suddenly, my mother’s tone of voice changed.

Soon, long KakaoTalk messages poured in.

[Mom: Do you know about Eastern hip-hop? The beginning of hip-hop itself was in the slums of the southern Bronx in New York. It is truly the origin and the deep-rooted tree. Eastern hip-hop is the original Jangchung-dong grandma’s pig’s trotters, like soy sauce hip-hop… … Where are you talking about hip-hop when you only listen to K-hip-hop that is steeped in ballad rap?! If there was no boom bap, if there was no jazz hip-hop, modern hip-hop would have been completely consumed by the gangster rap of Western punks!]

[Dad’s daughter: Uh, um… ]

[Mom: Yes. The era of East-West conflict is over. The era of 50 Cent and Nas has long since passed. Even Jay-Z and Broken Bullet, who were hanging on to the end of their rope, haven’t released a new album in a long time. But in this heart! Behind this back, let’s live as one!]

[Daughter: I was wrong. I apologize. I’m sorry.]

[Mom: Ida, your prenatal music was ‘We have a city to burn’ by Broken Bullet!]

[Daughter of Dad: … … I think I finally understand why I’m violent.]

[Mom: I played People = Fxxk as a lullaby while you were sleeping. I played Shit on Ur face while I was cleaning, and I hummed Suck my XXX so well that I could sing it backwards. Why don’t you know?! Broken Bullet, he’s God! No, that’s not it. That’s too much pantheism. He’s not God. God is him! Shout BB!]

[Daughter: Please calm down, Mom. I’m sorry… ]

Mom goes berserk and Idain sweats profusely trying to calm her down.

I never imagined I would see a situation like this in my life.

After a while, my father uploaded an old photo.

In the photo, a black woman with dreadlocks was sitting on the steps wearing a basketball uniform.

Even in a clenched fist, only the middle finger is extended.

[Father: Your mom was in college, lol… …,]

[Mom: Honey… … Put the picture down… … ^^]

It seems a little out of sync with the times, but… … Anyway, I think I know for sure at this point.

That my mom was a hip-hop warrior.

Other people say that they buy tickets to trot singer concerts as a way to show filial piety, but I think I can show filial piety with a different genre of music.

‘The concert organizer I just spoke to seems to be doing a very sloppy job. Should I ask them?’

If you speak well, you might get a free ticket.

[Lee San-ha: Mom, then I’ll check to see if there are any tickets left. There might not be any, so please don’t expect too much, haha]

[Mom: Really?! Thank you! Thank you!]

[Daughter: Hahaha, this is the first time I’ve seen my mom like it that much. I want to go there too, but could you get me a more affordable ticket?]

[Lee San-ha: I’ll ask you more questions. But you should just stop going to school.]

[Daughter of Dad: Oh, what are you talking about all of a sudden;;; ㅋㅋ;;;;; I think there was some kind of misunderstanding… … hehe;;;]

[Lee San-ha: Last week, I was just lazing around at home all day.]

[Daughter of Dad: Oh no, all the dads are in this chat room ㅠㅠ]

[Mom: Idain? To the Room of Truth.]

[Father: Hahahahahahaha]

[Mom: Are you laughing?]

[Father: Huh? Why am I…?]

[Mom: I saw a fishing rod that I’ve never seen before.]

[‘Father’ has left the ‘Family Chat Room’.]

[‘Mom’ invited ‘Father’.]

… … Just RIP.

* * *

It doesn’t take much effort to ask if there are any tickets left.

It’s literally a case of losing money to get what you want.

I tried contacting the event organizers again.

After a brief phone call.

I was able to hear a rather unexpected answer.

“Surprisingly, all tickets are sold out so there are no tickets left.”

“Oh really?”

I couldn’t help but be surprised.

Even though the concert hall is small, it’s sold out.

I didn’t know that he, who had become a trash, would have this much ticket power.

I thought this was what they meant by the saying, ‘Even a rotten tooth is better than a sharp tooth’.

‘Well, I guess they’re coming to Korea because there’s demand for it.’

Just as I was about to give up and hang up the phone, an employee from the concert organizers spoke.

“I think they were all bought by scalpers. One person bought dozens of them at once.”

That makes all sense.

Black market tickets.

It refers to illegal tickets that are traded for the purpose of making a profit by selling them at a premium.

Such trading acts constitute fraudulent selling of securities.

Legally, it is a violation of laws such as petty crimes, public performance laws, obstruction of business, and unjust enrichment.

However, this is only punishable in legal terms, and in reality, it is nearly impossible to punish.

The crime of obstruction of business does not require financial gain and can only be applied when the normal business activities of a salesperson are obstructed.

Unjust enrichment is also in a similar vein.

If you insist that you can’t see the performance due to personal reasons and are just taking care of it in a hurry, then there’s nothing to say about that either.

In the end, even if they are caught, they can only be punished under the Minor Offenses Act.

This black market, which is like a kind of black market, will continue in the future.

I had no choice but to share this sad news in the family chat room.

[Lee San-ha: They say there are no tickets left. As soon as it opened, the black market ticket sellers swept up all the tickets… … .]

[Daughter of a father: Those damn socially cancerous bastards… … They need to be cut out like cancer cells.]

I agree that the cancer is not that cancer, but it needs to be removed.

[Daughter of Dad: Since the tickets they sell are illegal anyway, wouldn’t it be legal if they beat them up and took them away?]

[Lee San-ha: When you say it, it doesn’t sound like a joke, so stop.]

[Daughter: ? Did you really ask that?]

This kid will definitely grow up to be a Roland gorilla.

“Why has the child become so ignorant… … .”

Right then.

“No, wait. Maybe it’s not just that I’m ignorant?”

It seems like what Idain said isn’t entirely wrong.

I quickly turned on my phone and sent a message.

[Lee San-ha: I figured out how to get the tickets. Everyone, come out on time.]

Knock.

It will open.