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[Editor 1: Alright, everyone, let’s get ready to work.]
[Editor 1: Let's burn the New Year!]
[Editor 3: Stick the energy drink into your veins!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
The screen filled with video editing tools once, the bank account once.
The number 13 next to the message suddenly drops to 3. It meant that ten people had read it. One by one, they began typing their replies. All were similar in content. Something about sacrificing sleep to earn money—this was the daily life of nine editors and four thumbnail makers belonging to a major company, Eugene.
Their daily routine was simple. Only work, meals, and sleep existed.
They would grind time and effort to create hot-off-the-press videos, check for typos or poorly edited parts, and then send the video to a specific email. After a couple of hours, if there were any issues with the video, they would receive an email back requesting corrections to specific parts, or conversely, the count on each editor's app would increase.
Once that specific number was reached, their salary would automatically be deposited.
It was essentially not a salary but a system where they received money automatically after creating a certain number of videos. Of course, true to its name as a system, it didn’t allow for even a bit of flexibility; the quota had to be precisely met. If they wanted to take a little break, they could adjust the count on the app to reduce their salary and make one or two fewer videos.
Back to the topic.
The nine editors rarely stopped editing and entered Eugene’s live stream that had just started. Watching the replay later was one way to catch up, and usually, that was the method they chose. They were overwhelmed with work, which piled up like a mountain.
But if the content was bound to be a hit, then simply rewatching it wouldn’t allow them to truly feel the excitement and check things out. That’s why—this time, the content was the New Year’s party and the One Chip Challenge, featuring three streamers from the “Hammer Brothers” team: Harmony, Dais, and Mina, who had all made significant impacts at the recent Final Championship.
A party with a total of six people.
[Editor 6: Didn’t we have a meat party with Eugene unni when we were the original members????]
[Editor 8: Ah, I feel like trolling.]
[Editor 2: wwwwwww]
[Thumbnail Maker 2: Hohohong, that was so much fun~]
Ah, that time.
The party we had when there were only two thumbnail makers and three editors. The host was Eugene, the employer, and it was during the Asia qualifiers when I suddenly got called out and felt like a grandchild in front of their grandmother. Thinking back, that was my first meeting with the person.
Editor 1’s gaze wandered in the chaotic chatroom. Although he was looking straight ahead, his mind overlayed fragments of the past onto the present.
Of course, that didn’t mean he was the type to hold back from teasing others.
[Editor 1: You guys haven’t seen Eugene unni eating, right? lol]
[Editor 1: It’s truly legendary.]
[Editor 7: Should I ambush that person? Turn everything upside down and pee on the main body.]
[Editor 9: Are these people crazy? lol]
He was cooking ramen with one hand while flipping the meat with his tail, seriously.
Of course, that scene had been edited by Editor 3 back when they were a V-log editor, and once the employer revealed her identity and left for the U.S., it was uploaded to YourSpace. Now, it proudly held 2.5 million views, becoming one of the channel’s star videos.
[Editor 1: If she pees on the main body, I’ll have to adjust my salary!]
[Editor 6: wwwwww]
[Editor 8: Speaking of salary, I’ve never seen a place that pays this much.]
[Thumbnail Maker 3: That’s so true.]
Well, the amount varied depending on the workload, but it was generally pretty amazing. Just the money going out as salary was thousands per month—there was no need for concern. After coming in first at the Final Championship, the average number of viewers was around 220,000, and on the night transitioning from January 2nd to January 3rd, a staggering 500,000 viewers tuned in.
One thing was certain.
[Editor 1: With the donations from today’s stream, it seems like our salaries will be fully covered.]
[Editor 3: Two Ren! ! !]
[Editor 5: lol Wait for me! I’m going to TS into a F-cup nun with a snake tail and collaborate with Eugene unni! lol]
[Editor 6: They say if you drink the liquid of a snake tail master, you become Bi-yam. Is that true?]
[Thumbnail Maker 1: No wonder my tailbone has been itching lately. lol]
Turning into Bi-yam via TS isn’t about making money, but collaboration? Truly a fan's role model.
Anyway, the room was lively after a long time. Everyone had stopped editing and entered the Tricky stream’s chat room, waiting for Eugene to turn on her cam. Occasionally, voices could be heard from various people, and it seemed they were preparing something, but since the screen wasn’t activated yet, the 260,000 viewers were clamoring for the door to open quickly.
Of course, separate from that,
[Eugene: Ahh.]
[Eugene: Even if I say that, you won’t grow tails, everyone.]
[Editor 3: Wow!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
[Editor 8: The employer is here, the employer! hahahahaha]
[Eugene: I’ll take everyone who hasn’t been able to travel along, so don’t worry about it.]
[Editor 7: Oh yeah~~~~~]
[Thumbnail Maker 4: So good! Hehe.]
Bi-yam has entered.
At the same time, the screen turned on.
As the six of them waved their hands simultaneously, the chat room surged at a speed surpassing a mini-gun.
“Then, let’s begin the New Year’s party now. Please enjoy!”
Of course, as always, it was chaotic.
It was the prologue to the festival.
“Wow, can we eat all this today? There seems to be over 15kg of meat alone.”
“Half of that will go into my belly, so it’s fine. And today, we also have Hodduk, right? It might even be a bit lacking.”
“Haha, if it’s lacking, I’ll quickly go down and buy more.”
The house was bustling.
It had been quite busy over the past few days. Building easily removable temporary walls throughout the house and even installing ventilation systems was quite the hassle. However, the effort was well worth it; a few days ago, after grilling meat alone, I found that the house didn’t smell at all. This was thanks to the two ventilation systems built, one in the ceiling and another right under the grill.
Anyway, as a result, the house felt a bit smaller, but it wasn’t a big problem. After all, the space inside the house was overflowing, and it was already seriously too huge for just me.
Dais and Harmony pouted about how cold it was outside as soon as they arrived, and then warmly shook hands with Hodduk, Limit, and Stone who came later. If we count without meticulously distinguishing between virtual reality and reality, we could say we were quite familiar with each other.
“Did everyone eat?”
“Ah, I’m already hungry since I’m looking forward to dinner today. Can I help you prepare the food?”
“Very good idea.”
The icebox that had been left on the balcony. Of course, having kept the window open for a while, it was no different from a refrigerator. As I opened it, the cool wind rushed in, and a plethora of conveniently prepared meat packs welcomed us.
Since I had almost completed all the setup before they arrived, all that was left was to take the pre-cooked meat from the kitchen and place it on the grill set up in the middle of the living room.
Just then, a sound of clinking bottles was heard from somewhere.
Feeling a bit ominous, I glanced over,
“Hehe, I brought some alcohol.”
“I knew it….”
Various kinds of bourbon whiskey and red wine poured out. Of course, there was soju. I thought maybe this person wanted to make me drunk today, and I considered slapping her, but I held back. After all, everyone was excited to have the opportunity to try alcohol they normally wouldn’t drink.
Since the table was already packed, there wasn’t enough room to put all the alcohol on it. So, Dais stuffed everything she brought into a large box filled with ice and set it aside.
I lit the grill and took the sous vide meat I had prepared beforehand, cutting the zipper bags with scissors. I waited for the grill to start smoking before turning off the heat to coat it, and when it cooled down a bit, I reignited it and placed the meat on.
The meat sizzled and cooked instantly. Meanwhile, the grill I had set up in the living room was also igniting. As I turned on the ventilation fans I had set up all around, the smell of meat was being sucked out before it could settle anywhere.
In the meantime, I turned on the fire under a large pot filled with water sitting next to me.
“What’s that for?”
“It’s for bibim-myeon.”
“It looks like about 20 packets will fit in there.”
“I’ll actually boil about that much.”
Looking at the amount of food that would actually be consumed today, I figured it might actually be like that.
Anyway, the meat was cooking. Since I had already added salt and pepper while sous vide-ing, it was fully flavored. I tossed in a handful of vegetables for aroma and butter, sprinkled them over a thick chunk of sirloin that was about 5cm thick, and brought it all to the living room before it cooked completely.
As everyone’s eyes lit up like lanterns, I placed the meat on the grill and poured the sizzling oil from the frying pan over it. Having added garlic and herbs beforehand, it would surely taste delicious.
Of course, I hadn’t thought at all about how to portion this out.
“Just a moment. I’ll grab an axe.”
“No, huh? What did you say!?”
“Who cuts meat with an axe, teacher….”
Everyone was already in an uproar.
But the fact is, when I actually brought in an axe, it was an obvious truth that everyone quieted down—it’s a natural law of the universe. When I entered the room with a well-prepared tomahawk, everyone gasped, only glancing at one another.
The fastest to notice was Kim Stone—Kim Hyun-a.
“Oh my, I’ve always wanted to try cutting meat with an axe. You all don’t know the latest trends. Right, Eugene teacher?”
“Of course. Look at that. It looks like it will cut really well.”
“I feel like I’m going to lose my mind….”
I chuckled.
Of course, it wasn’t as flamboyant as everyone expected; I grabbed the meat with my tail and held it steady before striking it with the axe just enough to cut it into cube steak size. If I had swung it with all my might, the table would have broken first, and then the ventilation system underneath would have shattered.
Anyway, the axe was sharp enough to feel the satisfaction of having been sharpened, and only then did everyone break into bright smiles and start taking the meat.
Including myself, everyone popped a piece of well-cooked beef into their mouths, and the taste was incredible.
“Wow, this is really delicious!”
“It’s all because it was cut with the axe.”
“Hey, stop buttering me up.”
I looked on happily at the scene as I continued cooking.
The curtain was rising on the first party of the New Year.
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