The Chef From the Apocalypse Enters the Food Industry - Chapter 120

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Chapter 120. Someone’s Busyness (2)
“I’ll handle this matter myself, so don’t touch it.”
Oh Tae-sik nodded.
Jang On-gyu said nothing more, and the car pulled back onto the road.
The Factory Building grew smaller in the side mirror.
Oh Tae-sik quietly loosened his necktie as he watched it recede.
His throat felt constricted.
* * *
Two days later. KBN Building.
Jang On-gyu walked confidently through the Lobby.
An employee at the information desk stood up.
“Welcome. May I confirm your visitor reservation?”
“PD Ga. Connect me, please.”
He didn’t state his name.
There was no need to.
The employee recognized him at a glance.
“Ah, yes. One moment.”
After transferring the call, Park Min-soo came rushing out moments later, beads of sweat clinging to his forehead.
“Representative Jang, welcome.”
“Where is PD Ga?”
“In the Editing Room. I’ll show you the way.”
Jang On-gyu walked without even nodding.
Park Min-soo guided him from a half-step ahead. The Corridor felt unusually long to him that day.
“Here we are.”
“May I go right in?”
“Yes. He’s already been expecting you.”
“Then either come in and watch, or wait here.”
“Once you enter the Editing Room, you’re the type who won’t come out for hours.”
“I see. I’m going in.”
He stood before the Editing Room door.
Park Min-soo opened it. PD Ga was seated in front of a monitor, and without even turning around, he asked.
“Ah, you’re here?”
His tone was light. He didn’t even rise from his seat.
As Jang On-gyu entered, the door closed behind him, and Park Min-soo waited outside.
Inside the Editing Room, several monitors glowed brightly.
Each screen displayed footage of the Factory, frozen at various angles.
“The raw footage.”
Jang On-gyu spoke.
“Raw footage?”
“All the original shooting footage. I want to review it.”
PD Ga turned his chair and looked at Jang On-gyu for the first time.
His eyes beyond his glasses were calm.
“You want to verify it?”
“Yes. The entire original footage.”
“Come on. Is that even possible? We had thirty cameras. Even shooting for just one hour means thirty hours of footage. How could you possibly watch all of it? Eight hours would be 240 hours of material.”
“Still, I’d like to see it.”
“It’s impossible given the broadcast schedule. And why would the Representative need the original footage?”
“It was filmed at my factory.”
“Huh? Really? But it wasn’t under your name.”
At the mention of ownership, Jang On-gyu avoided a direct answer.
“In any case, I should have the right to verify it, shouldn’t I? I’m the sponsor.”
“Sponsor. Ah. That’s true.”
PD Ga tilted his head slightly and moved the corners of his mouth.
It was a faint smile—whether genuine or not, impossible to tell.
“Sponsorship is sponsorship. But the original footage belongs to the production company. You know that, right?”
“I do.”
“Then why did you come? You should know it’s not possible.”
A moment of silence hung between them.
Jang On-gyu pulled a chair over and sat beside the PD.
“PD Ga. Or rather, just Ga.”
“Yes.”
Only then did he broach the real matter.
“I heard there were mentions of production costs in the footage.”
“There were. Quite clearly.”
Production costs. That was the real issue.
As if PD Ga didn’t already know. He answered without hesitation. Yes, there were.
“I’d appreciate it if you could refine that part during editing.”
I’d appreciate it.
Formal again. As if the casual speech from moments before had never happened.
“Hmm….”
PD Ga didn’t answer, just looked at the monitor.
The screen showed Seonwoo
“Direct from the source, right?”
paused just before he opened his mouth to speak those words.
It was precisely the part Jang On-gyu wanted hidden.
“You can see it, can’t you?”
“I can.”
“This is the kind of part viewers love.”
“Isn’t what viewers love different from what should air on broadcast?”
“It’s the same thing.”
PD Ga turned his chair back toward the monitor.
“I’m someone who creates entertaining broadcasts.”
“Is that so?”
“Yes. Just as you create delicious dishes, I create entertaining broadcasts. Ah, should I say you’re someone who runs an entertaining business?”
You’re not a chef. You’re a businessman.
That was what he was implying.
In any case, that wasn’t what mattered.
“Our domains are different, after all.”
“Our….”
Jang On-gyu’s eyes narrowed. This man wouldn’t bend.
I’d known it from the first time I met him.
“Then let’s do this.”
Jang On-gyu’s tone shifted.
The ease drained from his voice as he got straight to the point.
“Editing is your authority as PD, so I have no intention of interfering. But let me check the raw footage. It’s my right.”
“Right.”
PD Ga chewed on the word, repeating it. The chair creaked.
“Hmm. Even after saying all that, you still want to see it?”
“Is there something you want to hide?”
“Well, I’ll show you.”
PD Ga moved the mouse and opened a file.
The timeline stretched out across the screen.
Jang On-gyu leaned in to look at the monitor.
His expression didn’t change, but his eyes moved rapidly.
Various scenes played out.
Seonwoo. Jang Han-su. Oh Tae-sik. Han Jae-won. Finished products. Lee Sae-rom. Jang Han-su.
All their movements were captured there. Vivid and dynamic.
Watching it, Jang On-gyu’s jaw clenched. He ground his teeth. Those lively movements irritated him.
“I heard the Youtubers were filmed separately?”
“That’s right?”
“Do you have footage of Sonny as well?”
“Ah, yes. I do have it.”
PD Ga opened another file, and a selfie stick angle appeared on screen.
A scene of Oh Tae-sik giving orders to the Factory Manager was captured.
His face flushed red.
Jang On-gyu looked away from the monitor toward the ceiling.
‘It was caught after all.’
Two seconds. Then he looked back at PD Ga.
“Will you use this too?”
“Well, it’s still before editing, so….”
“Before editing.”
“But even if I don’t use it, won’t Sonny use it anyway? Sponsorships and all that don’t matter there, right?”
“There’s no way to stop it?”
“Exactly. What’s so great about YouTube these days? It’s the freedom, isn’t it? Unlike us, who get swayed by sponsors.”
“….”
Jang On-gyu stood up and pushed his chair back.
‘He’s done.’
His demeanor made it clear there was nothing more to discuss.
“Thank you. I’ve confirmed what I needed to.”
PD Ga nodded. He didn’t stand up.
Jang On-gyu opened the door and left.
Park Min-soo was waiting in the corridor.
“Representative, shall I see you out….”
“That’s not necessary.”
He cut him off with a single phrase and walked away.
His footsteps echoed down the corridor. They were measured, but his stride was wider than usual.
Inside the editing room, PD Ga remained glued to his chair, eyes fixed on the monitor.
“…This is amusing.”
He was talking to himself.
He pushed his glasses up and grabbed the mouse.
He continued editing.
* * *
Broadcast day. Only PD Ga, Choi PD, and Park Min-soo remained in the editing room.
“Is it okay if I watch too?”
“Of course. You worked hard for this. And once this wraps up well, we’ll get you ready for your directorial debut, remember?”
“Was that not just flattery?”
“This punk.”
“Ha ha. He’s grown a lot, hasn’t he?”
“Hmm….”
“Listen here. Even Choi PD is surprised. You’ve been getting bolder lately?”
“I think I’ve done about as much as you asked me to.”
“That’s right. You have. Your other edits turned out decent too.”
“Ha ha. Right?”
“Though you did fail at bringing in Representative Kim Seon-woo.”
“Hmm… That was….”
“I know. Man. He’s not your average person.”
“That’s true….”
“But listen, you. Once you debut as a director later, you can’t be saying things like that, understand? You have to make it work no matter what.”
“Yes! I’ll work hard!”
“Heh heh. Your spirit’s good at least. Your spirit is.”
Even as they spoke, three monitors glowed side by side.
Then, finally, what we’d been waiting for began to appear on the center screen.
The final special episode of the Pilot Pro.
[The Scene of Commercialization]
That filled the entire screen.
At that moment, PD Ga settled deeper into his chair and crossed his arms.
It was always this posture once editing was complete.
Following suit, Choi PD and Park Min-soo leaned in to watch the screen with palpable tension.
* * *
The moment of watching a broadcast that had left my hands.
‘This is always the most thrilling and nerve-wracking part.’
The opening flew by in an instant.
Next came aerial footage of the Factory’s exterior captured by drone.
The logo swept across the massive building.
Before silence could settle, Jang Han-su’s voice spread through first.
“Today, we’ve come to a rather special place. This is where the championship dish, Seared Flounder, is actually made!”
The camera then moved inside the Factory.
‘Good. It came out smoothly.’
The entire line was visible. From raw material intake to cleaning, frying, filling, and packaging.
Jang Han-su walking along the line while explaining. The flow was seamless.
The right monitor.
Real-time comments were beginning to pour in there. Reactions bursting from viewers watching on OTT and other platforms. Modern broadcasters monitored all these responses.
-Oh so that’s where the product is made
-The factory scale is crazy, bigger than I thought?
-Insane…!
-Jang Han-su’s hosting is great, his voice is nice too
-Is all that automated? Or do people do it?
PD Ga scanned the comments. The reactions were still light.
That made sense. We’d only shown the opening.
* * *
The screen moved forward.
We’d already passed the 7-minute mark.
A scene of the Judges touring the production process flashed by.
Sonny held her selfie stick and moved between the lines, capturing reactions.
“Everyone, what you see behind me right now is the Frying Line! The smell of oil is no joke?!”
Sonny’s camera angle appeared on one side of the screen as a PIP window.
This was the section where PD Ga had cross-edited the broadcast camera with Sonny’s footage.
The sense of immediacy mixed with the professional direction revealed a new dimension.
‘This works perfectly!’
It was a section PD Ga had paid careful attention to in the editing.
That worked out perfectly.
I couldn’t help but smile inwardly at the turn of events.
-ㅋㅋㅋ Wherever Sony goes, the camera comes first.
-Crazy camera lover. lol
-I want to smell the oil
-Sonny, you’re uploading this to YouTube too, right? Can’t wait!
Lee Sae-rom stopped in front of the Packaging Line.
“So each one gets filled individually? There are more steps than I expected.”
Im Ha-yun stood quietly before the process explanation panel, reading.
“Hmm….”
The camera caught a brief moment—Im Ha-yun tilting her head slightly.
A Chef from Apocalypse Ventures into the Food Industry
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