The Jangsan Tiger Begins Broadcasting
I returned home in a daze, dragging my feet.
According to my mood, it should have been evening by now, but the sun was still shining brightly in the daytime.
“The time really doesn’t move at all.”
Even while playing games and watching Wetube, an uneasy feeling lingered somewhere, as if I hadn’t finished the tasks I needed to do.
I had enough money and enough time... but why did I feel this way?
“Right! Let’s apply for Ugyeol!”
I had been putting it off, saying “tomorrow or the day after,” and completely forgotten about it.
And it wasn’t just that task I needed to do.
I had to reply to the message that came earlier.
“It was for a historical drama... production. I don’t know how they got my number, but I should give them a call.”
Click.
Before the ringtone could even ring three times, the call was answered.
“Hello?”
[Hello? Are you perhaps the voice actor Sanbeom?]
“Yes... I am Sanbeom.”
[I see. If you called this number, do you have any intention of participating?]
“I’ll think about it and see if I want to participate. By the way, how did you get my number?”
[That... I have some connections with Director Choi Junho... When I told him a voice actor was needed, he gave me Sanbeom’s number.]
“So that’s how it happened. Hold on a second.”
The fox sold my private information to anyone?!
I was keeping him alive as a good money source right now, but it seemed like it was time to turn him into a one-meal snack.
[H-hey...! Sanbeom...]
“Did I do anything wrong to you? Tell me honestly if you want to be spared.”
Choi Junho’s trembling voice came through the speaker.
[S-sorry! I swallowed two thousand won from Sanbeom’s share of the anime profits! I’ll send it right away, so please spare my life!]
“Hoo, so that’s what you did. You didn’t just sell my number, you dared to steal two thousand won from my money?!”
“If I give you two thousand, give me another thousand and I’ll spare you.”
[If I do that, I’ll be left with...]
“Your life isn’t the one that’s left, apparently. I got into a fight with Do-eokshini this morning too.”
[Hik! Understood. I’ll give you ten million won more!]
Choi Junho immediately transferred 30,000,000 won to my account while still on the phone with me.
“This is for that. Did I do anything else wrong?”
[This is it. There really isn’t anything more!]
“Hey! You gave my phone number to someone you follow!”
[What do you mean? Ah! Did that already reach you?]
“Yeah, it did. I gave my phone number without permission!”
[I told you because I thought it would help Sanbeom! There was no ulterior motive. When we first talked, you said you were a historical drama voice actor!]
Thinking back, the fox really believed I was telling the truth when I said I was a historical drama voice actor.
[If you really can’t, I’ll contact you separately. Your voice... it’s said to be unbearable...]
“Is there something I can’t handle with my voice?”
[Then you’ll do it?]
I felt uneasy about just agreeing because I might fall for the fox’s tricks... but if I refused here, my pride wouldn’t stand either...!
“I’ll do it for 3 million won.”
[What?! Weren’t you just taking a thousand each time earlier...]
“My voice can do anything impossible. In short, I’m ‘premium talent.’ Not just the only talent in the Korean peninsula, but using half a continent’s worth of talent for 300 won? That’s cheap as gum.”
This is the Yeochamgol. Did you really think I’d swallow your fox trick so easily?! Hahaha!!
It’s not the technique used by the leader of the Yeochamgol, but wisdom taught by the Mountain Lords who lived in the era when I smoked cigarettes.
“Why? Can’t do it? If you can’t, refuse. You can’t use the only genius in the Korean peninsula because you don’t have 300 won.”
My personality was perfect to the end.
[Ugh... Understood. I’ll send 300.]
“Yeah, that’s right. Appreciate that a Mountain Lord like me is moving for only 300 won.”
[.... ....]
The fox was at a loss for words.
It was my special move that even the fox, whose specialty was sticking out his tongue, had his mouth shut.
[3,000,000 won has been deposited into Sanbeom’s account.]
My account balance piled up steadily, just like the rice in the storeroom.
.
.
.
“What? You’re saying the historical drama will be completed in two weeks?”
[That’s right. The filming location rental was a bit delayed, so I’ll contact you again in two weeks.]
Contrary to my expectation that recording would start tomorrow, we could only start work in two weeks.
Two weeks...
Compared to the time I spent away, it was as short as dust, but when I actually felt it, it seemed longer than expected...
I couldn’t just hole up in my room playing games for two weeks.
If I did that, I’d adapt to the game and my speech would completely turn into dialect.
Isn’t there something left to do?
Ah, you mean the Ugyeol application? Are you asking me that?
-Your subscribers are only about 10,000, so I’ll hold it.
-No way?!
No matter how much convenience I was given, it was crossing Confucian ethics for a 10,000 Wetuber and a 400,000 Wetuber to do Ugyeol.
It was like a stone and a high official falling in love.
In the Joseon Dynasty, only men could hold official positions, so in another sense, was it against Confucian ethics?
Thinking that way, this too was a problem in its own right, so I shouldn’t think too deeply about it.
Then what exactly should I do for two weeks?
Upload videos to Wetube?
Why bother?
Even if I didn’t upload, the subscriber count would automatically rise like hunting prey.
“Should I try doing a broadcast?”
I wasn’t sure if I, who wasn’t a professional broadcaster, could handle a broadcast alone, but in the end it was just for fun.
I didn’t need to bet my life or burn my heart.
The way to do it was to use Wetube.
How convenient is this world?!
In my time, to know how the world turned, you had to ambush a bobu who passed by mountain paths and steal the news.
5 hours later.
Sanbeom’s Broadcast
“Is this really working? It’s working, right?!”
I forgot that even if I got information from Wetube, applying the information was ultimately decided by my own intelligence.
Microphone settings, camera settings, background settings, chat location, and so on.
It wasn’t that I didn’t understand Wetube’s explanations at all.
More than half of it was a Wetuber’s mistake who used explanations made up of Isangguk words. Did King Sejong really create Hangul for this?
I focused my mind once and turned on the broadcast.
[Viewer count: 0]
“Mic sensitivity is good. Camera is fine too. But with this, there won’t be any viewers...”
[Viewer count: 10]
Viewer count 10. Only 10 viewers at best.
But why was my heart racing like this? When I hit 10,000 viewers, it wasn’t like this?
“That? Probably because my weight class wasn’t enough, so I put it on hold.”
“What? Why does it feel like a cold dagger is stabbing my chest? It’s unsettling.”
[Viewer count: 111]
Strange? It’s not an age where my eyesight is bad... but why does it show one extra?
I rubbed my eyes with the back of my hand and looked at the viewer count again.
[Viewer count: 111]
“This viewer count seems like a bug? It shows one extra.”
This wasn’t a bug.
Then what was this?
Why wasn’t it a bug? Why did over 100 people gather here?
“The purpose of turning on the broadcast? For boredom.”
Not sleeping meant having to drink through the long night until the sun rose.
The night was too bitter without something to snack on like fun.
“Voice mimicry... What do you want?”
“Think of it as an honor. I’ve decided your first request for my broadcast is you!”
They wanted to make me do something terrifying for only 10,000 won... Wait, why is the number going up?