Life is Easier If You're Handsome-Chapter 226
In a world where even words without feet can travel a thousand miles.
News of the title match spread fast.
No matter how tightly the company’s executives tried to keep things under wraps—
Leaks were inevitable.
The key was how much control they had over the information.
And in this case?
It was safe to call it a failure.
The moment an employee saw Seokho meeting privately with Bob Dylan—
That very same employee sold the information to a reporter.
And the moment Seokho stepped out of the meeting room—
A journalist immediately tweeted it.
【 Top Rank Promotions contacts Veritas CEO—Kim Donghu's title match incoming? 】
As soon as it was posted—
Retweets exploded.
And the reactions followed.
What's Veritas?Kim Donghu’s agency.So the CEOs are meeting right now??OMG, does this mean he’s going straight to a title match after turning pro?!No way, can he really skip the contender stage like this?Kim Donghu is an exception. No one in history has ever bulldozed through the Olympics like he did.Even so, no way he survives in pro boxing. 12 rounds is a whole different game.I kinda agree, amateurs only fight 3 rounds. The stamina requirement is on another level. lolSeriously, he probably won’t last. Pro boxing is different.Hello, I am a hardcore Kim Donghu fan. Kim Donghu will beat everyone and knock them out. I am certain.Wow, the guy who just tweeted that is the CEO of HappyNote.The reaction was insane.
It wasn’t just blowing up on American forums—
SNS was flooded with Kim Donghu’s name.
YouTube jumped in too, flooding the platform with Kim Donghu’s fight highlights.
For a brief moment, all of America was on fire with Kim Donghu boxing fever.
Meanwhile—
Seokho was once again sitting in a conference room.
"No, that’s not how this deal should go."
"Excuse me?"
"We need to restructure the contract."
The difference this time?
When he was negotiating with Bob Dylan, he was tense.
But sitting across from Disney’s representatives now—
He felt no pressure at all.
‘Meeting Donghu really cleared my head.’
With that thought, Seokho took full control of the negotiation.
"Yes, the major boxing organizations have been calling Donghu Tarzan."
"But using the name Tarzan directly in an official match? That’s a whole different matter."
At Seokho’s firm stance, the Disney negotiators frowned.
‘We expected pushback, but...’
‘He knows exactly where the line is.’
When Kim Donghu’s title match news broke,
Disney celebrated.
There was no need to advertise—
Kim Donghu was promoting himself.
A marketing goldmine.
But then—
Kim Donghu the boxer and Kim Donghu the actor are completely separate.What are you saying?If you want to use the Tarzan brand for his boxing matches, we need to renegotiate the contract.Seokho struck the weak spot perfectly.
This wasn’t part of his Tarzan promotional contract.
It was a completely separate career.
And yet, Disney wanted to profit off it?
Then, obviously—
The contract had to change.
The biggest issue?
‘Now that we know his fight purse is in the tens of millions, his market value just skyrocketed.’
‘Even if we don’t match his boxing earnings, we’ll need major adjustments.’
‘If we move too fast, his price will inflate too much.’
‘How do we balance revenue sharing and guarantee rates?’
Kim Donghu’s worth had suddenly grown too large.
Not in a day—
But in five hours.
All because of one damn tweet.
It was unpredictable.
And with Seokho suddenly pressing them for new negotiations—
The Disney representatives had no choice but to scramble for a response.
"We can discuss guarantee rates later, but first—let’s talk about revenue sharing."
As the negotiation dragged on,
Seokho pulled out his next card.
"We want a share of box office revenue and OTT streaming profits."
"Wait, wait, what?"
Disney’s legal team took the first hit.
Then—
"You’re asking for revenue sharing... for a rookie who just debuted in Hollywood?"
Next, their business team took the blow.
"Getting a lead role this fast is already unprecedented."
"We know. We get it. We know how huge this is."
Even amid their panic, Seokho kept his smile and spread his palms open.
"That’s why we’re asking for 5%."
"WHAT?! Five percent?!"
"Absolutely not! Not from gross box office! That’s ridiculous!"
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There was a big difference between net profit sharing and gross box office cuts.
Net profit meant the studio deducted costs like production and marketing—
And only shared the remaining profits with the actor.
But box office revenue?
That was straight from ticket sales.
No deductions.
Which meant the money was exponentially larger.
And now, a rookie actor? A foreign rookie actor?
Was demanding 5%?
It was insanity.
‘Why are we even having this meeting?’
‘Forget it! Just drop this negotiation!’
‘We don’t need to put Tarzan’s name in the boxing match!’
‘Screw this! Just move forward as planned!’
They wanted to slam their fists on the table.
They wanted to throw coffee in Seokho’s face.
They wanted to walk out of the room.
Disney had never been challenged like this—
By a no-name Asian manager.
They wanted to show him just how big Hollywood really was.
But then—
Seokho dropped the bomb.
This translation is the intellectual property of Novelight.
"I don’t know much about boxing, but they’re talking about Wembley..."
"And... at least 15 million viewers."
Everything stopped.
"Wait... Wembley Stadium?"
"Yeah. It’s 90,000 seats, right?"
"Now, imagine Tarzan’s name being up there, center stage. Sounds fun, doesn’t it?"
Of course, the final details still had to be discussed with Top Rank Promotions.
But that wasn’t Disney’s problem.
That was theirs.
Seokho knew exactly what he was doing.
And now—
The weight of his words crushed the conference room.
‘This guy... The moment we reject him, he’ll just take us straight to Top Rank and cut us out of the deal.’
‘He knows he’s a small fish. He’s just taking his slice and letting the giants fight.’
It was so obvious.
But so tempting.
‘We could brand Tarzan in front of millions.’
‘A wild man in the ring. Facing the greatest heavyweight of this generation.’
‘The perfect battle between primal instinct and refined skill.’
No matter how they crunched the numbers—
Plastering Tarzan’s name across Wembley was priceless.
For a moment—
Silence filled the room.
Then—
"Haha, 5% was a joke."
Seokho grinned.
"Obviously, we’re asking for 6%."
The Disney executives sighed.
"Korean jokes are the worst. Not funny at all."
"Seriously, is this how all Koreans joke? This is pure evil."
Disney surrendered.
For the first time ever—
A rookie actor had renegotiated his contract with Disney.
***
"So, Kim Donghu's name and Tarzan’s name will be used together in the fight?"
"Great summarization skills. That’s right."
"That’s amazing! Then, since I’m your co-worker, I’ll be getting front-row tickets, right?"
"Huh?"
"Isn’t that obvious? I’m Evelyn Quinn Amber, after all."
Evelyn leaned in suddenly, bringing her face closer to mine.
"The world needs to see me cheering for you, so they’ll know we’re Tarzan and Jane."
"Does the whole world really need to know that?"
"If that was a Korean joke, I’m seriously going to get mad."
"Of course, of course, I’ll get you a ticket."
I answered casually while mentally calculating the number of tickets I’d need to set aside.
‘My family first... friends... close people... That’s at least twenty already.’
With 90,000 seats in the stadium,
I could probably secure twenty without an issue.
As I was making those calculations—
"Good. I like that answer."
Evelyn, satisfied, returned to her seat with a pleased smile.
‘Guess I can’t ❀ Nоvеlігht ❀ (Don’t copy, read here) walk around freely anymore.’
Ever since that tweet went viral,
And the boxing-related buzz exploded—
I was officially grounded.
That also meant—
No more hamburger dates.
Now, we had no choice but to order burgers indoors.
"But seriously, was I really not heavy?"
"You’ve asked me that so many times already... Yes, you were light as a feather."
"...Then... can you carry me again?"
"Huh?"
Why was her voice getting softer toward the end?
I barely heard it.
"I said, carry me again!"
Suddenly?
Well, it wasn’t that difficult, so—
"KYAA! A-Are you crazy?!"
"You asked me to carry you."
I effortlessly lifted Evelyn onto my back.
‘Why is she kicking her legs but clinging to me so tightly at the same time?’
Her upper and lower body were moving completely out of sync—
It was hilarious, and I was about to tease her—
But right then,
Bzzzzt.
My phone rang.
"Hello?"
— This is Verilad. The FAA has approved the aerial filming, but we need to settle the licensing issue.
"Licensing?"
Even while carrying Evelyn, I had no trouble answering the call.
The only issue was—
"A man ignoring me to take another call? That makes me a little jealous."
Evelyn teased, blowing softly into my ear.
I could handle that.
— Normally, the process takes about a year... but with the right training, it can be reduced to two months.
"And we need this to fly small aircraft for filming, right?"
— Exactly. The problem is, since this is last-minute, finding the right instructors is tough. We’re in talks with Redhorn, but—
"Redhorn?"
— Yes, they’re the best at this kind of training. Their lead instructor is top-tier.
The moment I heard that—
‘Wow, they really didn’t research me properly.’
How could they not know who my official partner was?
"That won’t be an issue. I’m close with Redhorn."
— "...What?"
I left Verilad’s stunned silence behind as Evelyn continued blowing air into my ear—
And now, she was tapping my thigh with her toes.
‘Did she ask me to carry her just to mess with me?’
That thought crossed my mind as I continued my ten-minute call with Verilad.
And when I finally hung up—
"...."
Evelyn was asleep.
On my back.
And—
Drip.
She was drooling.
Her completely defenseless, carefree expression made me—
"Ha."
Let out a small laugh.
‘What is with this woman?’
Anyway.
‘Starting tomorrow, I need to get my skydiving license and prep everything else.’
That meant—
I wouldn’t be filming for a while.
I’d basically be off-duty until May.
‘Might as well train while I’m at it.’
Nothing was finalized yet,
But my boxing match was scheduled for mid-April next year—
And Tarzan was set to release in May.
If I started training now, The timing would be perfect.
***
Meanwhile, on the other side of the world.
"Wait, wait... does this mean Musashi is on hold?! Donghu-san! Why are you so busy?!"
Kiryuu Sota was on the verge of tears.
They needed to start filming Musashi.
But Kim Donghu was too damn busy.
The tears blurred his vision.
