Cheat day

Menu development

The next day.

I’m checking the portfolios of freelance editors, and there are a few who look good.

Thanks to Mukji organizing things once, it was easy to narrow down the people.

“PD-nim.”

“Yes.”

Everyone seemed fine. Please send the original video of yesterday’s Baekban Discussion to these four people and ask them to edit it to 20 minutes.

This is the final step to see how well we can adapt to the side dish store style.

I’m thinking of picking two people among the four who match me the best, but even if it’s a test, there should be compensation for labor.

Usually, it starts at 100,000 won per task, but since this is for internal testing and not for uploading videos, I understand if you set it to the minimum.

“How would you like to set the deadline?”

Muk Eun-ji asked.

“Let’s do it by midnight the day after tomorrow.” Please let them know that I will send 100,000 won the next day. Please use free sources for images and music that are available for commercial use.

Mukji summarizes and writes down what I say.

“Please explain that the unit price is set at the lowest because it is for verification purposes.” When drafting the contract, it also says to specify 200,000 won per case.

Since the job posting stated that they would pay 200,000 won per task, I asked for an explanation to avoid any misunderstandings.

Understood. And.

I was in a hurry to finish editing before the broadcast time, but Muk-ji called me to a halt.

“Yes.”

“You made a mistake in depositing the salary.” Please provide your account number.

“There’s no way that’s true.”

Mugunji took out her smartphone and showed her account.

As soon as I came to work today, the salary of 3,045,970 won and the incentive of 3,045,970 won sent to Mukunji last month are correctly recorded.

“That’s right, isn’t it?”

“You sent it twice.” It seems that an error occurred.

Mugunji pointed to the salary and incentives and said.

It seems there was a misunderstanding because they paid 100% of the net amount.

“No.” I gave it to the PD, right? This is the incentive we are offering for the CookCook contract. See. I wrote “incentive,” didn’t I?

Mukji frowned.

“If it weren’t for the PD, I would have received 100 million won.” “Since you brought in 200 million, of course, you should get an incentive.”

“You can proceed with such matters after the company is stable.”

“For now, it’s enough.” I saved money for the lunchbox business and also took care of the advertising costs.

“…….”

“Is it okay if I take it?”

The old kimchi is spoiled.

No matter what you say, they just stand there quietly without even blinking.

“We haven’t decided how to distribute the incentives yet, but we will continue in a similar manner going forward.”

“Excessive.”

“Not at all excessive.” This company is run by me and the PD.

Maybe it might be too much.

I’ve never received an incentive while working, and I don’t know what criteria other companies use to provide them.

But one thing is certain.

Even though I gave my all to my work, sacrificing my health, time, and hobbies, there was no one who recognized me.

Not only were there no incentives, but salary negotiations weren’t even properly conducted, and I had to hear things like, “What did you even do?” and “Anyone else could have done this.”

As such incidents repeated year after year, the feeling of caring for the company and the pride in handling my own work properly disappeared.

I don’t want the side dish store to become that kind of company.

Mukji doesn’t want to treat this company with the same mindset as I did back then.

“But.”

“What I told you back then was sincere.” So, this is only natural. It was amazing. Thank you.

Mugunji slowly lowered the hand that was holding the smartphone.

“By the way, how’s the preparation for the new content starting next week going?”

“Writing in progress.” I can do it on Monday.

“That’s nice.”

There are 4 hours left until the scheduled broadcast time today. We need to hurry to get one video out.

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It was amazing. Thank you.

It was a word I had never heard before.

The negotiation for the advertising contract with Kokkoi itself was successful, but when I was at Hongdangmu Entertainment, I used to close deals like that three or four times a month.

It was a trivial matter that was written in a single line in the weekly work report.

3,045,970 won.

An incentive amounting to 100% of the salary was also unfamiliar.

When Mukji joined the company, Hongdangmu Entertainment was still a startup, and the CEO reassured the employees by saying that since the company was growing, they would distribute incentives later.

It’s a pity, but at that time, the conditions for changing jobs weren’t right, and I had no choice but to understand.

“So, this is only natural.”

As Ban Chan-young said, it wasn’t obvious.

I couldn’t help but be taken aback by the message that came around lunchtime.

When I checked my account, the salary of 3,045,970 won and the incentive of 3,045,970 won were deposited separately.

I can’t believe it; I refreshed it several times and couldn’t miss the word “incentive.”

I couldn’t have been unaware of the intention behind the side dish.

At first, I was very surprised, but soon after, worry followed.

Just a month ago, we didn’t have the budget to spend more on labor costs, so the CEO was editing all the videos alone, and now I wondered if it was okay to receive such a large amount of money.

If we save this money and pay it to the freelance editor, I thought it would significantly reduce the burden on Banchan.

So, Muk-jin pretended not to notice and started a conversation with Ban-chan-yong.

If I mistakenly treat the incentive given to me as a mistake, I would have a reason to get back the amount for the side dishes, so I wanted to return the money without any burden.

It would be worth considering, but the side dishes didn’t do that.

Calmly, they said it was a given, that it was great, and thanked me.

It was both surprising and delightful to receive the treatment I had never experienced before.

The contract with Cooky was the first advertising contract for the side dish store and a means to overcome the difficult financial situation, so we had to do our best.

I had just done my job, but it was the first time my efforts and achievements were recognized.

The effort that was once taken for granted is becoming special.

The special reward has become taken for granted.

The old kimchi couldn’t fully accept the change yet, but it could feel the sense of accomplishment that it had experienced long ago and had forgotten about.

The aged kimchi turned its head.

Beyond the glass wall, Banchan was rewatching yesterday’s broadcast.

She briefly took in the scene, then composed her excited heart and began searching for and organizing materials to use for next week’s new content.

It was 10 PM, and after saying goodbye to the side dish vendor, I headed outside.

I took the bus heading home and got off in front of the nearby park.

Welcoming spring, the flowers blooming on the trees swayed gently under the streetlight.

I didn’t have time or friends to go flower viewing, but the atmosphere here during my commute to and from work wasn’t bad either.

Mugunji took out her earphones, put them on, and called her mother.

-Um. Eunji.

“Did you sleep?”

-I was dozing off. Why?

No. Just.

– Are you leaving work now?

“Yeah.”

-Oh dear. Are you still bothering people at this hour?

“No.” We start work at 12, so this is the right time.

-Really? Is there anything tough?

Yes. Not at all difficult.

-Don’t you regret it?

I was worried about my daughter, who quit her job at the large corporation’s subsidiary, Hongdangmu Entertainment, to join a startup.

“I think I did well.”

-Really? What are you working on?

“Write the script.” Sign the contract. Also saving people. I’m also studying editing.

The mother’s worries grew as she listened to her daughter’s words.

Since it was small-scale, it seemed like there were too many roles for one person to handle.

“Cook rice and drink water.”

-What? Does the boss even make you cook? What is the world like these days?

“Anihi.”

Laughter burst out.

“While filming a promotional video for the rice cooker advertisement.” Water is 음. That happened.

You seduced my precious daughter who was working at a big corporation and made her cook, so I’m furious.

Hearing my daughter’s laughter, my heart softened. I didn’t know it had been years since I heard such a cheerful voice.

It seems like it’s worth going.

Yes. “Right.”

The aged kimchi took a moment to ferment.

-What is it?

“I got my salary today, and I got an incentive too?”

-Really?

Yes. 3 million won.

Didn’t you say your salary was 3 million won?

“I heard you received it as an incentive.” Full salary. I’ve never had 6 million won come in at once before.

-Oh~ really? Really?

“I told you so.” The boss said I did really well.

-Oh, how commendable. What did you do to get such a big bonus?

“I told you earlier that I did a rice cooker commercial.” I raised the amount a bit while negotiating the deposit.

-You’ve really messed up. If the boss is giving such a bonus, you must have done really well.

When I explained to my mother what I had done, the ordinary and common things gradually became special.

“Well, whatever.” It’s not that big of a deal, though…

Mugunji pondered for a moment, then smiled and said.

“The CEO said so.” It was amazing.”

The old kimchi, feeling embarrassed as if it were bragging, kicked a small stone lying on the road for no reason.

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Saturday.

Before starting “Let’s Make Side Dishes,” everyone gathered in Bucheon to discuss the lunchbox menu.

Since talking seemed endless, we eventually decided to each write down one thing and share our thoughts.

Menu development manager Joo Ji-seung began to open the folded notes one by one.

“Spicy stir-fried pork, tteokbokki, chicken breast.”

Joo Ji-seung slammed the desk.

“Do you even plan on doing business?”

I was just as angry as Baek Woo-jin and Cha Ji-chan.

“Who the hell puts tteokbokki in a diet lunchbox?” Baek Woo-jin, is that you?

He said while looking at Baek Woo-jin.

“Write down your wishes!” I thought it would be great if there was zero tteokbokki!

“Make some sense!”

“Then what’s this chicken breast?” Who pays money to eat boiled chicken breast! This is Ji-chan, right?

“When it comes to dieting, it’s chicken breast.” If you use my advertisement, I’ll get it for you cheaper.

“Just boil some raw chicken breasts and give them to me?” “Are you trying to get cursed out on purpose?”

“Better than spicy stir-fried pork.” Is this you, Chanyong?

“What’s wrong with spicy stir-fried pork?” If you just don’t add sugar, it’s a completely delicious nutritious meal.

“Everyone, calm down.”

Jujiseung crumpled the note and threw it into the trash can.

“I’ll think about the menu by myself.” That seems right.

“I don’t think that’s it.”

Worried, Malini nodded, and Baek Woo-jin and Cha Ji-chan followed suit.

“Honestly, who would trust a diet lunchbox made by you?”

“What?”

“That’s right!” What was that video that was uploaded yesterday?

“Baek Woo-jin, no matter what, you’re being too harsh on your brother.”

When Baek Woo-jin shouted, “Back off,” Cha Ji-chan stopped him.

“Too much? What do you mean by too much?” Did you not see the video he posted yesterday about healthy food?

Baek Woo-jin turned on YouTube.

It was a video of alternating cherry tomatoes and green onions on a short, thin skewer, wrapped in a waffle generously spread with apple jam, dipped in melted chocolate, and then removed to let it set.

I could have understood it up to that point, but when it was dipped in batter and fried, I felt faint.

“God, oh my.”

“Posting something like this and calling it a healthy lunch box?” “Will people believe it?”

Baek Woo-jin is right.

“These days, this is how you get views.” You eat healthy food too, don’t you? Today, I’m going to make it with Chanyong again.

Joo Ji-seung attempted to defend himself, but his argument lacks persuasiveness.

“How about this?”

PD Choi Michael from the “Heart Sutra” has stepped up.

“You’re putting on something like a mask and making food.” In the vibe of a secondary character. “Anyone can see that he’s a monk who knows the Heart Sutra, but when it comes to making lunch boxes, he only makes healthy food.”

While staring intently at Joo Ji-seung with Baek Woo-jin and Cha Ji-chan, a good idea came to mind.

“Bro, do you have a robe?”