God of Music

Kang Yoon tries to dig in, saying that Shamuel's party should be back soon.

[Do you want to move?]

Shemuel noticed that he wanted to talk more with Kang Yun.

Kang Yoon thought of where to go, and then he thought of his tea house. I'm familiar with the fact that Shamur doesn't drink that much.

All right.]

After digging in, the group heads to Lee Han-su's tea house.

It was late and urgent, but the mover relaxed and welcomed the group.

"Welcome. I've been waiting."

In particular, Jua welcomed the movers in her arms after meeting them for a long time.

"Good afternoon, boss."

"Jooa? It's been a long time. What's going on here?"

"I flew all the way from America, and you can barely respond? Regrettably..."

I often hosted guests at tea houses in the world, so I didn't ask for a companion. It was a great pleasure to see the sudden climate. Jua pierces her tears, and the mover chokes her back.

"Jua. But that man..."

Lee Han-seo pointed to a black person who was particularly visible among the group of foreigners behind him. A reckless, distinctive hue and striking line. It was noticeable.

Come to think of it, whose stage is she on?

"Hey, that guy!!"

The fluorescent light flashes. My eyes flutter. He's definitely the best singer in the world, he's...!

'Sir, it can't be, can it?'

Why would someone like that in Korea at this hour?! Lee Han-seo whispered to Kangyun.

Kang Yoon smiled at Lee Han-seo who was embarrassed to see if he had fun and went ahead with the shampoo.

[This is my old colleague and tea house owner, Hanseo Lee. who's going to drive a fantastic car.]

Shamur reached out his hand, greeting in rolling Korean.

I can't believe he caught the guy. The truth came out.

If a person is too surprised, his body hardens. This was the only time I moved.

It was awkward for Shamur to reach out his hand.

'Director.'

He stabbed me in the side and held my hand until I said so. While Shamur was pleased to show his white teeth, the mover was embarrassed.

Honeycomb didn't have one of these.

Of course it was only for a moment.

[Thank you, thank you!!]

Lee Han-seo was greatly moved by the hug with Shamuel.

It was worth taking a picture together and getting an autograph. Although managers told him it was a secret to come to Korea, Shamuel told his colleagues that this gift was natural.

[Look at me. One moment, please.]

Moved for a moment, Lee Han-seo moved to the kitchen. His face reminds me of how ashamed he was to show his emotions to the outside.

[Shamur. Thank you.]

[It's not.]

Kang Yoon felt burdened with gratitude. With an aura coming from relaxation.

After a while.

On the table was a transparent teapot with luxurious plumbing. Lee Han-seo followed the car directly to the blue light. A subtle scent filled the room with luxurious golden light.

With a polite cup of tea, the shaman closes his eyes and savors the tea. Jua, who was always looking for coffee, pushed the coffee to see if she was attracted to the aroma and picked up the tea.

"What kind of car is this? Smells good."

"Senior Leader Dudocha."

"Oh, it's hard."

When the difficult story came out, Jua only focused on drinking tea. The story that was not interested was the nature of folding up immediately.

A foreign woman who was tasting tea said to Shamuel with a frightened and moved face.

[I've heard of it. It's hard to get even with money.]

[Really?]

[Just because you only collect 2 kg a year, you won't sell it to anyone. I didn't expect to taste such tea in Korea...]

Foreign women did not know that they would hold the hands of the movers.

The heat, along with the golden light, even felt the comfort of the car, comforted Shakespeare's mind.

[It's soft. It has a... unique scent. I used to drink tea.]

[Does that sound right to you?]

[It's hard to put into words.]

Shamur also thanked me with a raised finger.

Kang Yoon-do bowed his head and thanked me. Thanks to this, we were able to have a more comfortable conversation. At this point, he just shook his head and laughed.

[Speak, then.]

Big footprints left, and Lee Han-seo moved out.

Shamur looked more relaxed. The stability of the car was great.

'What style is Shamuel?'

With this, the cornerstones were covered. Kang Yun was fortunate.

[I want to know how ready you are.]

[Both staff and cast have been decided.]

[How about songs, company selection, etc.?]

Shamur shakes his head. Kang Yoon wanted to know more.

[I heard that when you do a concert with a quick listen, you manage everything yourself. He cares about the number of audiences, the performance effects and so on from the company's front page.]

Shamur nods softly.

It was soft, but there was no touching area. Carrie said that the best personality, the most respected singer, but the hardest singer to work with was Shamur.

[You need to know everything to prepare for the best performances.]

[Which team should I go to?]

[I'm the planning team. I want you to cover the production and the performance.]

Kang Yun nodded. I am responsible for producing and performing. I was asked to be in charge of the concert as a whole.

[OK, I heard that the concert is the end of the year.]

[Yes, I plan to start at the end of the year. We'll have to start tickets soon.]

[Where do you do your first concert?]

Shamur laughed. It's already been a lot of summer. Kang Yoon asked again.

[Shamuel. I know it takes a long time to get to the venue. It may be easy because of the name of the Shamur...]

I don't know.

Shemuel hangs up, pouring his tea into Kang Yun's cup.

[Let's come to America and talk about the details. There's only one thing that matters right now.]

[Important?]

[Kang Yun is sure to give me the best performance.]

It was an unfounded horse. What are you looking at? Kang Yoon was speechless. But Shamur only smiled relaxed.

[Take good care of her.]

Kang Yoon's trembling hand was wrapped around him with both hands.

With warm body temperature, the burden and excitement were conveyed along with it.

The next day.

That's crazy, man. "

Lee Hyun-jung listened to Shamuel's concert story and gave him a forehead.

"It's been a while since Ethios..."

I sighed several times and looked at the ceiling, and eventually sat on the couch.

"Congratulations. You really can't."

"Hahaha."

"Why are you smiling? You're running away because you don't want the stamp, right?"

Lee Hyunji frowned. Kang Yoon only had a nice smile.

In fact, if it were not for this location, I would not have been able to seize this opportunity.

I was grateful for this grumbling area. Lee Hyun-ji only returned the loving cup of coffee.

"I won't deny it."

"I knew it. Come on, Jeep."

Kang Yun flinched as he got up from his seat.

Beyond my colleagues, I am now my friend.

This is the extent of the joke, Kang Yoon said.

"I'm thinking of going back and forth. I don't do my own acting or production, so I think I'll be able to relax a little bit."

"Okay, well, good luck with that. Don't forget to sell."

"Should I?"

"I have to. I have to. It's bees."

"I understand."

"If you can't talk. I have an invitation from Pinestock. Mr. Ha sent it himself."

Tick-Dun Lee took out a luxurious envelope from his chest.

"The Future Industry Fair? I've never seen you before."

"It's the largest IT fair in the world. They won't even call you if you don't have a strong influence. I opened a booth there..."

"I'm glad to hear that."

"Yes, Hao insisted, especially that you come. It's becoming more popular."

"Is that so?"

"I understand. We met the world, and Finestock grew a lot."

Lee Hyun-ji stood up and tapped Kang-yoon's shoulder. This was an admission, an admission as a partner.

"I didn't do it alone. It would have been impossible without Director Lee."

"Phil, that's a reasonable thing to say. Stabbed?"

"Hahaha."

Starting in the morning, the room smiled.

After returning to Lee, the door secretary brought a bunch of paperwork. Kang Yoon was perspiring to stamp on the tall documents every morning.

'This Chairman, really.'

Kang Yun was tired of seeing the documents that were not even diminished. If it weren't for the chairman, there was no reason to sit down. I'm a little sore.

Chairman's butt was heavy because the seat made people. After putting the stamp on the accounting team's paperwork and going through the PR team's paperwork, time ran out.

'Here we are. Team Entien Broadcast Programme.' '

There were some prominent team documents. It was a flare to tell the whole story about AHF. After checking the local cause of death, Kang Yoon examined the contents.

'Kang Young-hae PD, author of this area. They're veterans in Arena Media. We have to take care not to speak out of our subsidiaries.'

Caring is an investment. Funding was good, but Kang Yoon had a hard time thinking about what to show. What do people want to know when they see the world's trainees? No, what can I do to make you curious? I thought about it.

Gaza named it 'Anti en TV' after his team. I also agreed to fix it if I had a better title. Detailed team coordination, budget, etc.

Kang Yoon noted a message from the last PD.

- We want you to disclose your members in advance.

It seemed like it was aiming for a promotional effect. I didn't think it would look like a plus product for humanity's broadcast. I was satisfied.

"Door secretary. Get me Team Leader Kang."

- Yes, sir.

After a while.

Kang Yong-jin, who carefully knocked on the door, entered the president's room.

"You called, Chairman."

"Yes, I wanted to see you about the plans. Arena Media has requested member release."

"But that's why I was in a meeting."

"Good. What do you want me to do?" "

"We looked at the level of the trainees and decided when. I'm not ready, but if I release it now, it's going to be huge. I was on my way to stay with my team soon."

"That's right. Wait. Did he say he was going to your place?"

Curiosity arose.

In fact, I was getting a little sore at stamping the documents.

"Yes. Is something wrong?" "

"No, I was wondering if I could come with you."

When Kang Yongjin's team leader hesitated, Kang Yoon got up from his seat, throwing down his weaver like a weaver.

"Get ready. I'll be back as soon as I speak."

"I understand."

Leaving the piles of paperwork behind, Kang Yoon stepped out with the temples. It was only 10 minutes.

Kang Yong-jin, Yoon Geum-young, and the Deputy General Assembly, the three of them enjoyed the luxury and not the luxury of sitting in the back seat of the president's car. In the national sedan, the chairman and secretary sat in the driver's seat with a view.

Chief, what's the situation? '

In the middle, Deputy Yoon Hee-young grabbed Chief Yoon's arm. Just a few months ago, for her to switch from MG to the world, this exterior was an unimaginable event.

Yoon Hee-young said.

'This is what our chairman says.'

"The Underburn where I used to listen? Am I getting fired? '

Undercover. And why 'd you get fired? '

The surrogate Jung-hee said it was like the last event before firing. After everything that had happened with Kang Yoon, the secretary shook his head.

'Strange to a new recruit.'

The chief asked for a surrogate.

I arrived at my place shortly. I stood in front of the Red Brigade leader. At the lodge, Jung Yu-ri and Yang Cha-young, who had just returned from school, were having a late lunch.

"Hello."

Kang Yun's visit was a disaster for those who were just about to hear the talk.

"Sit down and eat. I'm not here to burden you."

Those who were about to get up from their seats, Kang Yun told them to finish eating with a gesture.

While the PR team was talking to Min Hye's manager, Kang Yoon sat at the dining table. I could feel the nervousness of the trainees.

"Yuri, how's life at home?"

"I'm fine."

Maybe it's the tension. The short answer is back. Kang Yoon continued to ask.

"Are you learning a lot?"

"Fair enough. I'm not overdoing it."

"Is your service worth learning?"

"Yes, good."

In a disconnected conversation, Kang Yoon turned his gaze to Yang Cha-young.

"Is Cha Young learning to act well?"

And he said, "Yes, my teacher told me that I was a very good person."

"Why would he do that?"

"I can feel my own aura. But…"

"You wonder if people will like it?"

"Huh? How did you know?"

Yang Cha-young's eyes were frozen. Jung Yu-ri, who was about to get up, sat back down to see if she was curious.

"It's simple. It's different from what Cha Young wants you to see."

"How is it different?"

Kang Yoon pointed to the fraudulent bowl Yang Cha-young was eating.

"What is this?"

"A bowl of rice. Why?"

"What comes to mind when I look at this?"

"Of course it reminds me of Bob. It's a bowl."

"Yes. People will think that, too."

"What does that have to do with what you said before?"

"You're giving people bread in a bowl. Unnatural."

A thunderbolt struck Sheep Young's head.

The word "unnatural" echoed in my ears.

"A substrate is energy, confidence, passion, etc. The teacher must have seen Cha-young's efforts and told her. Aura's energy."

"Ah…"

"I think the direction of Chae Young is important."

Yang Cha-young's big eyes shook. Kang Yoon twisted his hands.

"Don't try to resemble her anymore."

As it was, Yang Cha-young hardened. I couldn't help but notice that I was stabbed.

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