Gwanjongcheonma’s Game Broadcast - Chapter 124

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Chapter 124

 

From the children’s perspective.

 

What would be the most frightening thing parents could say?

 

In Choi Gang-sik’s case, it was this.

 

“Gang-sik. Come here and sit down for a moment.”

 

Choi Gang-sik muttered to himself.

 

What was bound to come has come.

 

No, perhaps it was something that should have been said long ago.

 

“Yes. Father.”

 

You reap what you sow – beans where you plant beans, red beans where you plant red beans.

 

Choi Gang-sik and his Father were like two peas in a pod in many ways.

 

A shabby physique and Dark Circles that reached down to his chin.

 

Even on good days, he often received greetings like “Are you feeling sick?”

 

The only difference was that Choi Gang-sik’s Father, Choi Yu-won, had white hair.

 

“You. What on earth have you been doing lately?”

 

“I told you. I’m doing new work.”

 

“What kind of work keeps you so busy day and night? Even when you were running around doing business or working as a singer’s Manager, you weren’t this frantic.”

 

“Don’t worry. My condition is fine.”

 

“You can say that looking at yourself right now?”

 

Choi Yu-won’s gaze turned toward Choi Gang-sik’s feet.

 

Choi Gang-sik unconsciously looked down and scratched the back of his head.

 

“My Socks are mismatched.”

 

“And one of them is mine. Toe Socks.”

 

Choi Yu-won snorted and poured the Soju that was placed on the Dining Table.

 

“Leaving early in the morning and coming home at dawn. Suddenly rushing out in the middle of the night saying you have a meeting. What exactly are you doing?”

 

“I told you it’s streamer Manager work. And usually there are plenty of free times too. It’s just that work has been piling up lately.”

 

“If you’re going to work hard and get paid peanuts, go back to your old job. Or if nothing else, learn some work under your Father.”

 

“I have no intention of doing that.”

 

Choi Gang-sik, who had been answering with a stern face, suddenly smiled brightly.

 

“This work is quite interesting right now.”

 

“…You’re also in your mid-thirties now. If you’ve spent all your money, you should think about earning it back.”

 

“I’m still not as bad as I used to be.”

 

Choi Yu-won’s eyes narrowed.

 

Anyone could see it was a suspicious look.

 

Before Father could add anything more, Choi Gang-sik quickly stood up from his seat.

 

“I’ll go in now. As Father said, I’m lacking sleep.”

 

“…Right. I don’t know about other things, but get enough sleep. You’re in a position where people say you look tired even after sleeping well. Both you and I.”

 

Choi Gang-sik chuckled softly and bowed his head.

 

Even though his tone was blunt, he was ultimately a father who cared more about health than money.

 

Click.

 

Choi Gang-sik entered his room and let out a deep sigh.

 

“Phew.”

 

He was the type to keep his mouth shut.

 

When he started something, he rarely spoke about it until it was on track.

 

Of course, there were side effects too.

 

Like when he talked about the Capsule Room.

 

[Father. I opened a Capsule Room.]

 

[Capsule Room? So that’s what you were preparing for business. I heard they’re doing well these days.]

 

[Yes. But I closed it yesterday.]

 

[Are you crazy?]

 

Come to think of it, it’s the same now.

 

Working as Hae-rang’s manager makes him happy and gives him a sense of achievement.

 

He’s also confident that this work will go well.

 

But it couldn’t be said that things were completely on track yet.

 

It had only been two months since he became That Guy’s manager.

 

‘I’d like to tell him right away if I could.’

 

What he said about earning as much as before wasn’t a lie.

 

The monthly salary he received when working as a manager was in the early three million won range.

 

Since the Entertainment Agency was notoriously stingy, his salary was low compared to his years of service.

 

And now,

 

‘Beautiful.’

 

Various income sources were listed in the Excel File spread before his eyes.

 

The scattered numbers looked like the Milky Way sprinkled across the night Sky.

 

First of all, the donations and mission money sent by Viewers was overwhelmingly dominant.

 

Placement Match all Chicken.

 

Same-day Master promotion.

 

And even Conqueror promotion.

 

Various missions related to Survival Ground gave wings to his profits.

 

On top of that, ‘Trend’ Streamers advertising fees.

 

Even the ‘Survival Ground Ambassador’ activity fees that started coming in this month.

 

Various types of income poured in as if competing with each other.

 

As a result,

 

‘Thirty-five million…!’

 

It was an unbelievable profit amount for a Streamers who had just started broadcasting.

 

‘Is this right?’

 

Since the amount was so large, he found himself calculating it two or three times repeatedly.

 

But Choi Gang-sik’s calculations had never been wrong before.

 

Hae-rang gets thirty-five million.

 

And he, as the Manager, gets three and a half million.

 

Choi Gang-sik briefly recalled the past.

 

‘Was the salary I received in my last month in the Entertainment Industry three million thirty?’

 

He was receiving a salary he had never received even in the Manager Industry where he had worked for ten years.

 

The most encouraging fact was,

 

the ‘jackpot amount’ that Hae-rang was supposed to receive wasn’t even reflected yet.

 

‘Next month, the Assassin Series test fees will come in too…’

 

It was certain that he would earn even more profit than this month.

 

Choi Gang-sik was momentarily caught up in temptation.

 

He wanted to rush out to the living room right now and tell his father who was drinking alone.

 

Those undervalued blue-chip stocks that his father loved so much when trading.

 

That he was working with someone whose potential reached all the way to the sky.

 

“Hehe. Hehehe.”

 

Choi Gang-sik pressed down on his knees with both hands as they were about to stand up.

 

Not yet.

 

Not yet.

 

When he thought of his father’s lead-heavy face when he said the business had failed,

 

he wanted to save this moment a little longer.

 

So he could see his father laugh with pure joy.

 

Because that was the only moment when his father’s dark circles would disappear.

 

* * *

 

Choi Gang-sik’s calculation was half right and half wrong.

 

His own share was correct, but he hadn’t considered the ‘additional income’ given to Hae-rang.

 

“Thirty-seven… million won.”

 

After deducting taxes and his companions’ shares.

 

This was the amount confirmed in Hae-rang’s bank account.

 

The item Choi Gang-sik hadn’t calculated was precisely ‘YouTube revenue’.

 

Hae-rang recalled his past conversation with Choi Gang-sik.

 

[You want me to exclude YouTube revenue from the total sales?]

 

[Yeah. That seems right.]

 

[I can’t understand that. That would ultimately reduce your salary, Brother.]

 

[I know. But what do I even do when making YouTube videos? All I do is nag once or twice from the side. Just exclude it.]

 

Choi Gang-sik wouldn’t bend his will.

 

It was because if they split YouTube revenue three ways, Mother’s income would be too small.

 

So YouTube revenue is settled between the streamer and editor in a fifty-fifty ratio.

 

This month’s YouTube advertising revenue was four million won.

 

Hae-rang and Mother each ended up taking two million won.

 

Considering the channel was recently created, it was a monumental achievement.

 

‘It’ll get even better in the future.’

 

When he thought of Mother editing all night long, it didn’t feel like a large amount at all.

 

Hae-rang knew how to develop this channel.

 

Performing magnificently in-game.

 

Showing gameplay that would draw viewers’ praise—

 

that was the path to developing both the broadcast and YouTube.

 

“Let me take a look.”

 

Hae-rang sat in front of his PC desk and entered a search term.

 

The price of ‘Private Capsules’.

 

Various types of capsules were radiating extraordinary presence.

 

“The prices vary drastically depending on the product.”

 

The capsule machine’s response speed.

 

Instantaneous information processing capacity.

 

Various comfortable options.

 

Looking at the product descriptions, Hae-rang compared each product.

 

Despite the various prices, there was one common point.

 

All the Private Capsule prices were over two hundred million won.

 

“It’s a long road ahead.”

 

Over thirty million won in revenue.

 

Actually, considering he was a new streamer, it was an amazing achievement.

 

The amount he earned in one month could be someone’s annual salary.

 

But Hae-rang tightened his mental reins a bit more.

 

The ultimate gameplay he envisioned was indeed in the ‘Private Capsule’.

 

Only with a ‘Private Capsule’ where he could freely use the Heavenly Demon Divine Art would an equal match against Singularity be possible.

 

‘The match with Ma Hyeon-bin was like that too.’

 

The final confrontation that took place atop the communication tower.

 

The reason for victory that day, in Hae-rang’s mind, was the ‘information gap’.

 

Simply put,

 

‘Ma Hyeon-bin didn’t know me, but I knew Singularity’s skills.’

 

Hae-rang looked at Ma Hyeon-bin and thought of Da-hong.

 

He applied to Ma Hyeon-bin the performance she showed when displaying her true skills.

 

That’s why he wasn’t particularly surprised when the bulletproof shield was avoided.

 

He simply calmly brought out his next move.

 

But for Ma Hyeon-bin, every move must have been completely unexpected.

 

Click.

 

Hae-rang turned off his PC and stood up from his seat.

 

After various thoughts, the conclusion Hae-rang reached was quite simple.

 

‘The real battle starts now.’

 

There was no need to get cocky just because he beat Ma Hyeon-bin,

 

nor was there any need to feel intimidated.

 

The fight with them had only just raised its curtain.

 

Moreover,

 

‘The stage will set itself up.’

 

Considering the upcoming schedule, a meeting with Singularity was a foregone conclusion.

 

Soon, Hae-rang was scheduled to depart for America.

 

For testing the new Assassin Series game.

 

As Choi Gang-sik had said, there was a high possibility that psychological warfare would unfold during the testing process.

 

Perhaps it might even turn into a one-against-many battle.

 

But for Hae-rang, it was rather familiar territory.

 

Hae-rang’s burning eyes turned toward the sky.

 

And after a moment,

 

“What should we go eat?”

 

His sharp gaze had somehow become gentle.

 

There was something just as important as the competition – the company dinner.

 

A private dinner for two with Mother, who was a YouTuber editor.

 

By now, it should be time for Mother to change into her going-out clothes.

 

However,

 

“Ugh, ugh.”

 

“What is this?”

 

Hae-rang’s mother wasn’t changing clothes at all, but was wrestling with a large delivery box.

 

“Come out here. I’ll carry it.”

 

“Hehe. Mom was trying to do it, but it’s surprisingly heavy.”

 

Hae-rang lifted the delivery box in one go.

 

Though not as much as in-game, Hae-rang had now become quite strong in reality too.

 

When Hae-rang did his face reveal, the viewer count was a whopping twenty thousand.

 

Among them were fitness professionals as well.

 

They all praised Hae-rang’s well-balanced physique and natural frame.

 

Even to those experts, Hae-rang’s body looked extraordinary.

 

Thud.

 

When Hae-rang set down the delivery box, his mother hurriedly unwrapped it.

 

She had the expression of a little girl receiving a doll as a gift.

 

“Did you buy something nice?”

 

“Of course. It’s something really good.”

 

Mother even hummed while unwrapping the package.

 

She already had her main job, and now she had YouTube income on top of that.

 

She rarely went shopping, but today seemed to be an exception.

 

‘This feels good.’

 

Hae-rang’s heart swelled with pride, feeling like he had helped enable his mother to buy what she wanted.

 

Finally, she finished unwrapping everything.

 

Hae-rang tilted his head after checking the contents.

 

“This is… a suitcase?”

 

“Yes. That’s right. It’s very sturdy, yet lightweight, and has perfect safety features.”

 

“Are you going on a trip somewhere?”

 

“It’s not a trip. My son is going on a business trip.”

 

“Huh?”

 

Hae-rang blinked a couple of times.

 

Now that he looked at it, this item wasn’t bought for her.

 

“Then did you buy the suitcase because of my America schedule?”

 

“Of course. Mother hasn’t been able to take you on a proper trip all this time, so I should at least do something like this.”

 

She smiled at Hae-rang and brought some disinfectant wipes to carefully clean it.

 

Hae-rang looked down at her slender back for a moment.

 

‘That’s not it though.’

 

They couldn’t travel not because she neglected her child.

 

It was because of the ‘mental illness’ that the past Hae-rang had.

 

Whatever the reason, Mother seemed very excited about Hae-rang’s departure.

 

“I’ll help clean it too.”

 

“Should we?”

 

Hae-rang pulled out a disinfectant wipe.

 

She had been cleaning so diligently in such a short time

 

that beads of sweat had formed on Mother’s temples.

 

Swish swish.

 

Was it because of the harsh alcohol content?

 

Hae-rang occasionally lifted his head toward the ceiling while cleaning the suitcase.

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