God of Music

I think I can do that.]

I felt relaxed in a positive way. However, Kang Yun felt stubborn about him.

[I'll take my chances and tell you.]

[Don't do that. I don't really like that word. Kang Yoon is a necessary person.]

[Do you mean that?]

[Of course, didn't I show you my heart enough?]

With a sweet word that seemed to confess to the lover, the corner of Shamur's eyes bent.

'Repeat after this.'

After taking a short breath, Kang Yoon stared at the shampoo face.

[I watched for a few days and thought,]

[Tell me. I'm willing to accept your criticism.]

[Let me tell you about all the cast and staff here first. I think you're the best. who are afraid to rate it. One is a sense that adds two or three things to a sense of being active, etc. Both passion and ability are perfect.]

[Thank you. not only here in the United States, but also olives from Australia, but also people from faraway Korea. On this stage, I am a blessed person.]

[What would you do if you were blessed?]

Kang Yoon pointed out himself to the front, but his gentle attitude did not change.

[Really? Where do you see the problem?]

[Unlike what you said, Shamur doesn't trust anyone.]

[Oh, it's a misunderstanding.]

Despite the profound insult, Shamuel trembles and denies.

[You don't trust anyone. You can't have singers on one stage with people you don't trust.]

[Then why don't you tell everyone what you need?]

What do you need? What do you mean?]

[To be performed by Shamur. What you really want.]

Why we dance, why we need to install this device, what message we want to convey in this song. Kang Yoon pointed out that he must keep it to himself.

Shamur shunned his gaze.

[That's it, they're good at it. And this is the stage that I can show you...]

[I thought we were supposed to show them together.]

[... Kang Yun. I'm talking about the weight of the stage. You know that.]

Kang Yun took a break from one tempo. From now on, he points to the stage and gestures at the Shamur.

[Gravity, of course, is different. Yes, Shamur is the center of the stage, and it needs to shine more than anyone else. It's everyone's role to cheer up the song, to cheer up the dance, and everybody knows it.]

[Kang Yoon. So...]

[But if that's all, then the stage is over.]

[Chuckles] Why are you so neat?]

[Because then it becomes a stage only for Shamuel.]

[Kang Yoon, that's forceful. My own stage. That was too much. I tried so hard not to... no. I want to show you the audition video first. You haven't seen him, have you? Looking at how much effort it takes to recruit one person...]

Kang Yoon shakes his head slowly.

[When I came, I saw him on the plane. The dance team that dreams of beating breasts on this stage, well, all the tears of the guitarist who cried that one was wrong. It was in there. And what was particularly memorable was when Shamuel brought everyone together and asked us to build a stage together.]

When he came to the United States, referring to the video he saw on the private plane, Shamur shrugged.

[Embarrassing, yes. Each and every one of my team is precious. Thankfully, everyone opened their hearts to me.]

I was strong.

Hell, the best singers in the world had to be this stubborn.

If I went on like this, it would be right again. Kang Yun paused for a moment and breathed. Reminding me again why the previous team leaders ran away, I was resolved.

'It has to end today.'

I couldn't stall it any longer.

As Kang Yun's head turned fiercely, Shamuel said.

[Thank you for your concern. I'll remember what Kang Yun said.]

[Can I just say one more thing?]

[Yes, good.]

Kang Yoon said to the relaxed Shamuel again.

[What brings you to Korea?]

[Why? Of course I want to make the best performance.]

[I see. Let me ask you one more question. When are you gonna tell me what you really want?]

[What do you really want? Are you talking about the theater? I said it doesn't matter where.]

[Do you mind if we continue in São Paulo?]

[Kang-yoon, can you...]

Shamur's tone blurs. You're making excuses and referencing a place you rejected.

[You said it doesn't matter where.]

[That place... sucks. Big Ben grows up.]

[What about London?]

I spoke of London with Big Ben, but Shamuel remained the same.

London? I love London. I like it, but I like it...]

[It was London that started the last world tour, right? Okay, I'll take it out, too. What about Rome?]

Rome? Not bad. I don't know.]

[How's New York?]

[Good, but I think it's cold...]

Kang Yoon continued to refer to the major cities of Europe and the United States. Many cities were mentioned with a uniform view by someone just throwing them.

He blurs his words with an apology face and repeats, "I like it, but..." He even tried to tire people out, but Kang Yoon wrote down the 'X' cities on his notebook and asked endless questions.

[New York, Paris, Rome, LA, Berlin. Not all of them.]

[I'm tired, Kang Yun. And you're confident that I can tell you anything anywhere?]

[Yes.]

[Any strange places in Africa? Antarctica or Arctic?]

The Shamur asks a prank question. Of course it was a joke. Kang Yun replied with a firm gaze.

[I will succeed you on the moon.]

[Hahahahahaha!!]

Shamur smiles, his belly torn open. The moon, the moon.

The moon? Oh, it's a boat.]

[Shoot a spaceship or have it watch on TV. There are endless ways. If a singer wants to do it, I can do it at any cost.]

[Well, it's not impossible for a person, right? Cool. Hahahaha.]

[This is my true heart. Now it's Shamuel's turn.]

Tsk.

I stopped laughing like a lie. Shamur's relaxed smile fades.

[... Okay, Kang Yun. I lost.]

[......]

[Kang Yoon is different. Much more than I expected.]

Shamur shakes his head as he loses.

[The last time I talked to you, you were right. I want a lot of people to hear it.]

[Then, as I said back then, São Paulo...]

[I don't want to go there. No big shade.]

It was the first I had heard of it. Shadow? A metaphorical symbol?

Kang Yun's head began to spin fiercely.

[This is the first person I've ever heard of. I want to start where the big shadow loses. Huge shade.]

Is that a jinx?

It didn't seem to be a common thread with other singers. Jinks, no matter what.

Shadow-related Jinks.

[Is shade a sanctuary?]

[That's it. I'm ashamed.]

Shamur's face turns slightly red. Extremely personal reasons That's also very important.

'Big Ben keeps on saying,'

Very positive about the UK If you think about the previous World Tour cities, wouldn't there be an answer?

'London, formerly New York. Big Ben, he said London will never be forgotten. In New York.'

The symbol of New York, the shade? You get tangled in your head. You don't catch anything. I needed to clean up.

The second tour was New York, right?]

[That's right, it was great then.]

[I heard the second tour was the most successful.]

[Oh, right. It made the third tour a little easier. I struggled a lot at the time.]

[First tour, that was an accident at the first concert, right?]

[... yes.]

Shamur sighs bitterly.

[There was an accident. I was on a specially crafted crane device. I wanted to get closer to the audience. I had the safety measures in place. But…]

[I remember there was a crash.]

Shamur closes his eyes.

[Yes, there was a fan hanging from the device who wanted to get a closer look at me. I was embarrassed, and I held hands. And then I lost the strength of my arm. Between the audience. Ah…]

The tour was practically over. The reward was also a reward, but Shamuel was unable to perform the concerts afterwards.

[I still have nightmares that day sometimes. He won't let go of my hand.]

[Shamur.]

[I didn't want to sing or do anything. People died because of me, and I couldn't... but I wanted to sing. Human heart is so cunning, isn't it?]

[No.]

[Is that so? I tried everything because I didn't want it to be like this. I've met women like crazy, and I've done all kinds of things. Except drugs and crime. I've traveled a lot. Avoiding other people's eyes. And then I found it.]

Shamur points to a block toy that was in one corner. It was modeled after the symbol of London, Big Ben.

[Shadow. The great darkness it creates!! I fell in love with it. Yes, this darkness will cover me!! I won't show myself!! That's when I fell in love with the big, bad things.]

[......]

[I didn't think it would matter what I did if I was under a big shadow. I guess that's when it started. When I fell in love with them. What...]

He scratches his head, even though he feels he has said too much.

[You've come too far. I don't know why... forget. I know you don't understand.]

No, thank you. For trusting me.]

[... Phew.]

Looking at the deep sigh of Shamuel, Kang Yoon also organized his thoughts.

'The second place to start is New York. This is the Statue of Liberty. The third is London. Big Ben. Why weren't you active in São Paulo...?'

Something flashes. Kang Yun grabs both of Shamuel's arms.

[Rio de Janeiro.]

Lyuda.]

[It is the great city of Brazil famous for the statue of Jesus.]

Shemoul tilts for a moment, then claps his hands to see what comes to mind.

[I remember, the Jesuit statue was amazing.]

[That's right. It's also famous for Samba Festival.]

[Ah, samba.]

It was also one of the three largest festivals in the world.

Unlike so far, Shamur's eyes were lively.

[I feel it. It'll be fun.]

I smiled at Kang Yun's mouth.

"Shadow. It's the shadow of a big building. I won. '

Actually, it was hard to understand. It was morbid. After feeding him so much, he became worthless.

That's not the point. Kang Yoon wedged.

[This is where the statue of Jesus stands. It's also the third great beauty port. If you get there in time, a lot of people are going to come to the concert that you can't even imagine.]

[I see.]

When he made up his mind, Shamur slapped him on the knee.

[It's good to keep going when you feel like it. Run for it.]

[Okay, I'll tell you more about the schedule and where.]

[Good.]

Kang Yoon, who was inserted for a short time, high-fived with Shamur.

It was a difficult moment to persuade the mule and confirm the concert in Rio de Janeiro.

The next day.

Rio de Janeiro?

When do we leave for this master? '

The planning team members were frightened when they heard that Kang Yun had convinced Shamuel. The place changed with you, but it was the same in Brazil anyway.

The faces of your team come alive.

[Master, what should we do now?]

When Edith who had been quiet so far took an active step, Kang Yoon also smiled.

[We need to split up the team first. Team members from here and in Brazil. I have to go myself, but I don't think I can move because I have to coordinate the whole team here.]

Lisa, the deputy chief, steps forward.

[I'll go. Jacob, why don't you come with us?]

[Me?]

With Jacob's silent eyes wide open, Lisa smiles.

[Nobody speaks Spanish better than Jacob. Please.]

[In that case...]

Jacob has been persuaded by Lisa. I decided to work with two people on one team at a time. When Jacob sighed, Kang Yun said.

[Please provide Samboromo as far as possible to your location.]

Sam-boardomo?

[This is a Samba stadium. It is also the largest venue in Rio.]

[Yes, sir.]

Kang Yoon turned his gaze to the other two.

[Herawardis should come with me outside of sponsorship. Let's focus on a global enterprise.]

[Yes, Master. What about the Coke Company? There's an enormous consumption of Coke in Brazil. It could be an influential Shakespeare concert.]

[Very well, it's a company that spends a lot of money every year, so it's very likely. Once we have a location, we'll schedule a ticket.]

[Yes, Master.]

The planning team starts to whip back and forth.

Kang Yoon smiled as he watched all his team members actively give and receive feedback.

< 97.00 - he has a different face) > end

God of Music

98 - Internal Enemies

- World, assault is clearly wrong. The company is responsible for the fault of its employees...

World Studios (hereinafter referred to as the World) uses the website 'Violence is in no way a crime. "I feel sorry for my fans," he said. He also said he imposed a disciplinary sanction of 12 months' detention on himself. However, even if it was a clear mistake, the company said the company would take responsibility for its actions if legal costs were incurred.

This is the opposite of what Jiye Entertainment (hereinafter referred to as "official") has revealed. A conflict between the two companies is anticipated, as opposed to "Individual Violence is Individually Responsible." (Approximately) I am divided among the netizens. While it is good for the world to take full responsibility for its employees, KuljomSSu and my family have a clear distinction between me and them (Kuliannawayul 1).

World and Jiye are Korea's leading singer entertainment and have been in constant conflict ever since. It is important to note whether or not the conflict is exposed to the surface.

"I don't like... cases."

His face turned dark red while looking at his phone. The careful driving driver looked at the boss with a rear-view mirror and trembled.

"I don't understand what Kang Yun is doing. Grabbing the steering wheel. We'll save it in a day, but there's nothing left."

All you have to do is pay for it. Nothing is gained by this kind of media play.

- Is the planner in Populism? The company doesn't seem to cover violence.

- Sir, is this populism? In the first place, the quarrel was on the courtside.

- Now we're talking. If you punch each other, of course you take responsibility. Isn't the world over-conscious about public opinion?

- Looks like Jiye did a good job on this one. You have to take responsibility for something like that.

- Still, I'd love to be in a company like World. What's there to be afraid of protecting her like that?

- I understand that you're a World Official. I don't want to surround my family.

Public opinion was divided, ranking high on the news without a celebrity story. It was unusual.

Just moments ago, Kang Yoon brought controversy to the attention of Practice Teacher A, who had taken away the strong seminar. Now that I've created a new controversy surrounding my staff...

"Let's feed them. Uh, Chief Guk. It's me."

After calling and giving instructions to the company's Emergency Team, Kang Myeong opened his base.

A big thing happens after a small crack causes the big dam to collapse, and no matter how big the company is, if they don't pay attention to these cracks.

- We'll take care of it as instructed.

"Yes. Good work."

The boss hung up on me. Now the geolocation is off target. The controversy over the world will escalate. Just thinking about it made me feel better. The boss of Kang Myung who cleaned up the work opened the mail.

-... and the perimeter around Minjin Seo has been hardened. Kang Yoon hasn't been seen recently either. I'm sure you're aware of that, but I'll be sure to send you some good news soon.

Oops. The face of Kangmyung, who was reading Chinese, was crumpled up badly.

"Now's a good time. These things, aren't they just for the money?"

Things seem to be going well, but something else has caught up to me. Come on, it's a world of meta-humans, and Kang Yun couldn't have handled it lightly.

"I've arrived, too."

The driver who was so caught in cold sweat jumped out and opened the door of the boss of Kang Myung Myung Kyung. It was in front of Kiwa's house without a sign. An employee with a radio in their ear bows at a 90-degree angle.

"Welcome. I've been waiting."

"Let's go."

The boss of Kang Myung, who was arrogantly escorted, stepped inside. The interior of the Kiawa house was decorated in glamour with flowers, trees, ponds, etc.

Glug. A woman in a hanbok at the door opens the door. The passenger inside stood up and reached out his hand.

"Greetings."

"Oh, you're here first. Hahaha."

There was a smile on the face of the expressionless President of Kang Myung Myung.

"It wasn't that long ago."

"Oh my gosh, shall I have a drink with you? Have a seat."

Soon, a full statue came in. The beautiful women sat next to the two of them and filled their glasses. The two men hugged the flower like woman next to them firmly. I laughed if I could.

"Japan is not in trouble because of side agreements."

"Oh, you mean Keinak and Hamikon. It had always been said that the Yakuza was behind Hamikon."

"Oops."

There have been many stories about Japan's celebrity scene, including economic and political events. Hanbok women sold smiles appropriately. With the sound of Carr, the men's whining fills the room more and more.

"Please go out for a while. Haha."

Around the time the bottle was empty, the boss of Kang Myung Myung touched the women. The Hanbok women quickly refurbished the damaged clothing and left the room. The room that had been smiling was silent.

"... I hear you work with Glass these days."

The boss raises a glass to his opponent. The man across the street relaxed his cup. The sound of the glass clapping sounded light.

"That's it. This time, Hakkyung Rak Satan prevailed."

"If it goes down, is that the PD from the OTS?"

"That's right. I don't think the Vice President is up to the task."

"You have to do it, because if you're a P.D., Hong Kong is a guarantee. He wanted to know what to make after he left OTS and went to AHF. This is hot information."

"I was surprised when I first heard it. No matter how much the vice president moved himself, Ha Kyung-rak thought he would reject it, not be stubborn."

The man shakes his head slightly. I thought you'd be surprised. The boss continued to ask.

"If you think about it, the world is focusing celebrities only on AHF these days, so it will be worth the downturn. When is the broadcast?"

"I don't know yet. because the world didn't tell me how to make my debut."

The two of them raised their glasses and slammed into each other. Bam, the sound of a clear glass is spreading again. The boss lifted his jaw.

"Isn't it about time for Director Min to go up, too?"

"We don't have enough."

"Huh."

Bang. The President of Kang Myung Myung Kyung hit the table.

"You are not an early member of AHF. In the meantime, how hard have you run? I don't actually understand. Why someone like Director Min still hasn't made it to the head office."

"It's far. There are many outstanding people."

Contrary to what he said, his eyes trembled. His eyes dropped, and he grabbed his hand.

"You have to go up now."

"I'll help you. Join us."

Shortly thereafter, the man nods with a stiff face, and the room is filled with the pleasant laughter of the Head of Kang Myung Myung Province.

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Shamur steals his sweat with a towel. The practice, which started in the morning, continued until the lunch hour had passed.

[Let's try this one more time.]

[... Yes.]

I didn't express it, but the faces of the sessions said, 'Please, Bob...' It was a matter of blowing it all away in front of Shamuel's passion. Then came the Savior.

[Excuse me.]

It was Kang Yoon who carefully opened the door. Sessions held hands, too. Kang Yoon's arrival means that he has something important to say, and that he will rest soon. The Shamur, who was about to start practicing again, put down the microphone.

[Do you want me to take a break?]

Sessions have been long overdue. Seeing everyone running toward the hamburger set, Shamur shrugs. As Kang Yun approached, Shamuel grabbed his shoulder.

[Have you eaten?]

[Not yet. I just wanted to finish what I was going to say to the Shamur.]

[Let's eat together then.]

They headed for a box of hamburgers and cola. Unlike Kang Yoon, who chose a large hamburger, Shamuel picked up the smallest size. Plus, the drinks are water.

[If you need management, let's find the right menu.]

[No, let me handle this. It's hard when stress builds up to what you eat.]

[Yes, if you feel bad, you should say it.]

At Kang Yun's shrine, Shamuel tapped his shoulder instead. This detail made me feel confident.

So, what's going on?]

[Your concert location is confirmed. A soccer stadium in Maracanan.]

At Shamuel's questionable gaze, Kang Yoon felt that he needed an explanation.

[It is the largest football stadium in the world. It can hold up to 150,000 people. Is this enough?]

[Oh, well done, Kang-yoon.]

Shemuel tapped Kang Yun's shoulder again. I knew how hard it was to find a venue in such a short period of time with already thick bones on the world tour.

[As Shamuel wanted, the concert was scheduled for the end of the year. December Christmas. 24, 25.]

[It's Christmas... so soon.]

Shamuel looked at the calendar on his phone. Installing concert facilities, recruiting sponsors, etc., in a short time. There was so much to do. It wouldn't have happened if Shamuel hadn't insisted on the end of the year.

[Yes, and more work to be done.]

[Hahaha, can I call Carol in Santa clothes?]

Shamur wags his fingers as he makes a joke. Kang Yun nodded seriously.

[Yes, Christmas in Brazil is a big national event. From Conti to the devices, we're going to need a big hand.]

[Okay, don't worry about that.]

Shamuel sweeps through the fearless sessions of the hamburgers. The sessions shivered and shivered. After the story, Kang Yun turned his eyes to a blonde woman who was touching the base emp.

[Elena. I need to ask you something.]

What is it?]

It was the bassist, the band master, Elena. She looks back at Kang Yoon with a glance behind the sheet music.

[I need a song that matches Brazil. May I ask you?]

[Please be specific.]

[We need Bosanova and Samba rhythms.]

Samba? They were all rhythms derived from Brazil. Chemuel, who immediately understood Kang Yun's intentions, asked me to take a look.

[It's because of localization. Can we talk about this later?]

[Yes.]

After hearing Shamuel's words, Elena immediately understood and searched the sheet music and told Kang Yoon.

['Find me' would be nice. We're going to need an arrangement. Let's do it.]

[Yes.]

After the meal, sessions were led by Elena to create music. The synthesizer went to find a sound that matched, and Percussion and Drum also made music combining jazz and samba rhythms.

[ Needs-I--]

As Shamuel's voice added, he transformed into more sophisticated music. Calling out, 'I feel this way,' he encouraged everyone, and sessions empowered him more.

Is he... okay? '

The reaction of the shampoo and the bouncy of pain that touches the skin. It's full of black light, but I'm sure it's fine. It really was the best team in the world. Immediately after finishing verse 1, Shamuel waved his hands at Kang Yun.

[You should have tried it sooner. Kang Yoon?

[Kang Yoon.]

Kang Yoon closed his eyes and thought about the feeling of music. Shamur shakes his hand and smiles.

[Good, very good. I can feel it.]

[Thank goodness.]

[Let me know if you think of anything else. Kang Yoon, really. The best. Hahaha.]

Kang Yoon left the practice room behind Chemuel's smile. You hear a cheerful sound through the closed door. I felt something bouncing off my skin.

This next assignment...

Kang Yoon headed to the office compiled a list of sponsors on his notebook.

Reliable sponsorship was very important because it had already put a lot of money into the entertainment venue and facilities. Concerts aren't for digging.

'Behr Coke or Siman Coke. Both companies see Brazil as an important market.'

Kang Yoon circled the name of the two most prominent companies, Gul 'ji, with a red pen.

'All over the world, sugar tax, obesity is getting worse about Coke. Coke consumption is already decreasing in the developed world. For both companies, Brazil is an emerging market with growing consumption of Coke. Given the Shamur's influence, both companies will be very active.'

I was arranging reports and related materials from the staff, and the phone on the table cried loudly. It was a familiar number, Lee local.

- I wanted to contact you about something good, but it's hard.

Lee Hyun-si explained what is happening in Korea calmly.

Communicated in detail the disciplinary actions of the new manager, their announcements and reactions. Kang Yoon was the same person who came across the internet.

Kang Yun, who covered the paperwork for a moment, turned the pen.

"It's not going to be easy for people to understand the company's position right now."

- I know. But shouldn't we look at this a little differently?

"You look different?"

- We're in business, not volunteering. The public is pinching it.

It was a place where Kang Yun's decision was not debated, but this problem was hard to convince. After the situation left in a hurry, I didn't throw up, but I asked for an explanation until now.

"People are right, too. It's clearly wrong to wield your fist. It's not a matter of discipline. Common sense."

Do you think there's a reason we have to cover this up? It could have been fire poop for you. I think it would be a good idea to be a little more decisive about this.

The hand of Kang Yun, who was turning the pen, stopped. One tempo, fifty strong, lowered his pen and grabbed the phone on the other side.

"Do you know the phrase Massachusetts?"

- Raise the bones of a dead horse? Is that another word?

"That's what I mean."

- Does that have anything to do with this situation?

"To save a horse, it means to revive the bones of a dead horse."

- It's hard.

"I buy bones, but what do you say to a living horse? Of course not. Buy it for more."

- So, Kim Sung-min's manager died?

"Yes. No matter what happens, the world stays together. I wanted to show you this."

Employees and celebrities who had to leave for money before returning. Seeing them, a number of resolutions were made. It was a resolution.

Lee Hyun-ji hesitated for a moment, he said.

- People will show up using it. I can only do this behind my back.

"You had a director back then. They believe that they can filter for themselves."

- Sir, I'm not kidding. This is serious.

"Celebrities are glamorous, but others are also called 3D. At least don't call it 3D. Companies that are great for working not only for celebrities but also for employees. I want the world to be one of those companies. And I think this is an example of that for everyone."

I felt something soft from Kang Yoon, but strong. She felt it. This can't be done.

-... okay. Instead, if you don't want to do this, quit right now.

"Thank you. I never would have done it without you."

- What a horse. Anyway, you won't hear a good sound for a while. I can't help it. I'll try to stop the fire from splattering on the singers.

In addition, Lee told AHF about the progress of the project. The girl group broadcast project said she was going to be filming soon, and Human-Hee also said she was going to a production meeting soon.

It was a long call, but Kang Yun even wrote it down and did not lose his concentration.

"... I understand. Is there anything else you want to say?"

- There's one left. The Future Industry Fair.

"Oh, in two weeks?"

- Then we'll move on. I'm going to China, and I'm going with the Ethiopians. See you then.

After a long call, Kang Yun thought of cigarettes and headed to the roof.

< 98 - Inner Enemy (1) > End

As Kang Yun said, Shamuel composed several of the songs in the conti, Vossanova and Samba. Added Carol. It's Christmas time. It was a festival. More work to be done, but the content became abundant. Everyone's face, including Shamur, was full of life.

Next to the practice room, the waiting room was loud.

Ugh, peck. If I take this off, it'll be worth a look.]

A dancer with a thick ribbon, Leah looks up at her chest strap. Half the breasts are exposed and even the bottom that only covers the nearest place. Dancers in Brazilian carnival costumes burst into laughter as they look at each other. Some people couldn't smile.

"… blessed."

Jua dressed in the same clothes was rocky in a different way. Unlike Leah and other dancers, her chest was completely covered with this clothespin. I'm annoyed. The blessed ones, the only ones who are twisted, are themselves.

[Ow, cute!!]

[Why, why, what's wrong?!]

[Cough. What about Antal?]

The dancer hugged Jua and said she was like a child wearing adult clothes. It was not Jua who stood still, but it was useless to dancers who were cute and blind.

Knock, knock. You hear a knock. The door opened when the dancers were ready to say okay. Kang Yoon. The waiting room was quiet in an instant.

[I feel like a carnival. Okay.]

Looking at everyone, Kang Yun was satisfied. Of course, the sly eyes were not. A Brazilian culture with a carnival feel. Localization. If you feel the country is right, you can gain empathy. It was for a concert that everyone enjoyed together.

[Louder? Wait a minute.]

Subsequently, the prop team leader personally checked the dancers' costumes. One by one, one by one, checking the inventory took time. Kang Yun watched the process and listened to the dancers. Dancers were tricky, especially when their body lines were revealed. It took a long time.

[... okay. Come personally if you need anything else.]

The prop team leader has finished checking. Kang Yoon, who was trying to draw a symphony in his head, also left the waiting room. Kang Yoon said as he walked down the hall.

[You all have a lot of demands.]

[Dancers are women. The line is exposed, but you have to be sensitive. The master was bad.]

[Oh, my God, is that it?]

The prop team leader slapped Kang Yun's back with a big hand. It was a joke. Kang Yun smiles beautifully. I ended up setting fire to my dietary needs. I thought it would be different because it was the unconscious West, but it wasn't like that.

After separating from the prop team leader, Kang Yoon returned to his office and packed his things. It wasn't just the paperwork. I put on a coat and took the carrier. It was a costume for going out to a faraway place.

[I can't see you for three days. Have a good trip.]

Before I left, I went to see Shamuel. He showed me a sad expression.

[I'll bring you the good news.]

[It's okay, be careful.]

Leaving the practice room behind, Kang Yoon headed straight for the airport. The destination was New York City, home of Ximan Cola.

'I'm uncomfortable without a door secretary.'

I remembered the door secretary when I was dragged by the carrier myself. It's uncomfortable to have none, but it's uncomfortable without none. She was clumsy, but she did her best. I feel sorry for sending you to help this region.

"It's a letter."

[... ooh, sir.]

While waiting for a while, Kang Yoon called Minjin Seo. I just woke up with a soft voice. Oops, I wanted to. I didn't think about the 15-hour paralysis in Beijing and LA.

"We have a schedule tomorrow. Go to sleep."

[It's okay...]

"Huh."

Unfortunately, I ended the call in a hurry.

From LA to New York, it was a long journey to the end and end of the United States. Thanks to Shamur's consideration, I got into first class. Turning on his laptop, Kang Yoon comfortably headed to New York, being served by a beautiful crew member.

It was dawn when I arrived in New York. Kang Yoon unpacked her room and opened her eyes for a moment. When it was sunny, I headed straight for seman cola. I met with Deputy Director Frey right away because I had an appointment in advance. Frey was a giant man, about two meters tall. There's a heavy bass in the wary eyes. Intimidating.

[Thank you very much for your initiative. Brazilian concert. Interesting.]

Not favourable

There was cold air in the office. Kang-yoon became cautious.

[I heard Brazil is the third largest beverage market in the world. I heard that seman cola has been doing aggressive marketing for this. This concert...]

[Oh, I know what you're going to say. Shamur is the best singer in the world.]

Frey cut off Kang Yun's words.

[But will it work in Brazil?]

[Incorporate. We also sent you the results of our analysis of the Shamur awareness in Brazil.

We came to a conclusion based on the way Brazilians think about Shamur and the amount of album sales. I can assure you.]

[Confidence, Success, Confidence. People who have come to sell something always say,]

Director Frey said no.

[Large Brazilian beverage market. But the record market is small. because having a lot of people doesn't mean that there's a big record market. Why didn't the other singers do concerts in Brazil?]

[Recent trends are changing. In the last three years, a lot of singers have moved to Brazil. Brazilian economies are increasingly active, and cultural needs are increasing as well.]

[Whew.]

His mouth is ridiculed.

[More than anything else, I'm insecure about Shamur. Lee Kang-yoon, right? I don't know why they put Asians in charge of the whole show. That's the most unsettling of all.]

It was insulting. After all, I refused because I was Asian. I didn't seem to care from the start. I feel a rush of strength in my hand under the table, but the words are soft.

[I think singers are artists. Hot people who can go anywhere for art. For concerts, Shamuel is not going to Korea, he's going to Antarctica. Blind spot? Like a triple jock. Cancel that now.]

[Three jocks?]

Kang Yun was coldly furious at the insult to Shamuel. If I didn't get angry, I wouldn't be qualified as a master. Frey jumped up and down, and Kang Yun narrowed his eyes and asked for an apology for Shamuel.

The result was a failure anyway.

'I made an excuse to refuse.'

Seeman Cola was somehow looking for an excuse. There was no reason for Shamuel to be patronized under insult. Kang Yun also folded his doubts.

How do you expect Behr Coke to get out? '

It was a rival relationship, but some information will be shared. You think you've lost sight of Shamur by being afraid of yourself.

There was a fire inside. Kang Yoon headed to Atlanta.

On the plane, Kang Yun continued to prepare the materials while heading to the Siman Cola headquarters from Atlanta airport. I had to make him a sponsor.

James, the head of Bear Cola, was making a soft impression. It was a dramatic impression with Frey. He said softly when he was beaten in his office.

[The plan you sent me, I saw it well. We took our opinions seriously on the inside. I thought hard, I thought hard.]

[We are prepared. We can also guarantee the effectiveness of promotions. If you're with us...]

[I'm sure you're busy, so I'll start with the conclusion. I'm sorry we couldn't be together.]

Lightning struck Kang Yoon's head. The defendant clenched his fists with his hands below the desk, asking calmly.

[Do you mind if I ask why?]

[It's a decision made by the board. I didn't think I was going to do it alone, so I asked him for his opinion. That's how it came out.]

However, unlike Siemen Coke, it was thought of as a board issue, so I carefully reviewed it. It was not the same as before. I refused.

[... Okay. Thank you for your efforts.]

[I'll see you next time.]

Kang Yun politely greeted and left the company. I worked hard, but in the end they both refused. Mack was released. He invested three days of his time without any results. Kang Yoon returned to the company without power.

[It's okay. Original entrepreneurs pretend to be accurate, but they're crooked.]

[Shamur.]

[I'm fine with the deficit. I'm rather excited. What stage to open in a new place. You can make more money later.]

Returning without any results, Shamur's anticipated gaze did not change.

In fact, this concert in Brazil was enough for Shamuel's money. The spectacular tour can be problematic.

After speaking with Shamuel, Kang Yoon went around the practice room. It was the same schedule as usual. I met with the sessions, met with the dancers and talked. I then had meetings with the supervisors of each part.

[... and above. Is there anything you need?]

The directors shook hands at Kang Yun's question. It was at the end of the meeting. Kang Yoon took this document, and the acoustic director sat down on the table and told the lighting director across the street.

[The dog then. Still there?]

[Who?]

[At that time, there was a new woman who came in. Rapha, what was that? Oh, you know what? He's from Brazil.]

[Oh, Raphael? Why, are you interested? You look beautiful.]

[Not interested. I'm just curious to be lighted up and carried on that shoulder.]

The two directors chuckled. When men gather, women talk. Then, uninvited guests interrupted.

[Just a moment.]

[Master?]

[Is there anyone from Brazil?]

The lighting director smiled deeply. The acoustic director complained that he missed the player.

[He's an undergraduate from Brazil. Volunteered to do my job. Why, does the Master care?]

[Are you in the practice room right now?]

[Yes, they're installing the beams now. Oh, you're a Latin American, aren't you?]

Kang Yoon shakes his head at the supervisors' mischievous jokes. The man laughs back, saying he can't help it, and Kang Yoon heads to the practice room. Indeed, there was a woman in the practice room who carried the beam light onto her shoulder. Coppery skin, blonde hair, long legs. She was a classic South American beauty. Kang Yun spoke to her.

[Can I talk to you for a second?]

The woman who was busy with work flinched for a moment. Soon I recognized Kang Yun and stole his brow sweat.

You're the Master, right?]

[That's right.]

Soon the woman loosened her guard. The two of them sat quietly on the stage. Her name was Rafaella. He said he had just been studying in Brazil for 3 months. He was acquainted with the dancers and said he was doing part-time work. When Kang Yun asked about Brazil, she was excited.

[... I don't like carnival in Rio. The next generation is Salvador.]

[Salvador?]

When Kang Yun asked, the tone of Rafaella became even higher.

[Rio...!! Ugh. Exhibition hall. A carnival showroom for governments and merchants!! You know, carnivals are for tourists and residents alike, right?]

[Yes.]

[That's why I'm Salvador. Rio doesn't have a room. So everyone I know goes to Salvador.]

Kang Yoon, who heard Rafaella, sighed of relief. I was also thinking about going to a concert in conjunction with Rio Carnival. If this was how Rio Carnival was perceived to young people, it could have had an adverse effect. I timed it well.

[Thank you, the information I hear from locals is different.]

[Aye. Everyone in Brazil will know about this. Oh, I don't know about tourists. People don't talk because they're short. In fact, my mom and dad have a firm stake in Rio Carnival. Oh, I shouldn't have said that.]

Rafaella was active. She was good for herself, bad for herself. Kang Yoon was happy. She also gave him a drink to see if he would listen to her story. It was a beverage I had never seen in America.

[That's unusual. It tastes like pork X.]

[Park Xs?]

[Oh, Korean beverage. Is this Brazilian soda?]

When Kang Yun was curious, Raphael was excited and said.

[It's called Guarana. How's it going?]

Guarana?

It was familiar and unusual. It was a drink that tasted like lamb tonic. I was curious because it was Kang Yoon who lived with the tonic to do a lot of work.

[That's okay, where do you sell this?]

[Unfortunately, not in the United States. They sell more than Coke in Brazil... do you want some?]

[No, thanks for your consideration.]

End of conversation, Kang Yun gets up from his seat. Rafael goes back to the stage, saying he has to work. At that time, one thought entered Kang Yun's head.

"Wait, more than Coke?" Yeah, I forgot!! '

Kang Yoon glanced alternately at the can and Rafaella. Siman Coke and Behr Coke were engaged in aggressive marketing in the Brazilian market. Neither company had a high share. Guarana, Brazilian national drink. This was due to the highest share.

Tadahak. Kang Yoon jumped right out of the practice room.

Kang Yoon.]

I waved to Chemuel Lee Kang-yoon when I finally came to practice.

[Shamur. I'll be back in a moment.]

[Have a good trip.]

[This may take a while.]

[It's okay, go easy. Where are you going?]

Shamur was cool. On the other hand, I was curious.

[I'll be in Rio.]

Rio?

Shamur halts. He travels back and forth to the eastern United States, and this time to North and South America.

Bye.]

Without a word of greeting, Kang Yoon left the practice room. He sweats awkwardly on his forehead.

< 98 - Inner Enemy (2) > End

Subterranean PD. Perception is fundamental, hypothetical is essential, and mane is a natural network wreck. No one got close to him. It was definitely not a great person who wanted to get close or get close. Probability of success? lg was not seen.

I wonder if the television system has a telescope. A human like this survived. It was a big success. I thought it was a coincidence when I started working on my first program. But two, three... success after success is repeated, and now it's strange to fail.

I started looking for him everywhere. That's how the first-class PD was born.

It was also Satan, the birth of Satan the Cruel.

"Isn't this a cliché?"

Hakkyung Rak PD put down the documents. It was a great plan when others saw it. In my view, it was an unprecedented plan. Making a program out of this? Pride was unacceptable.

Sitting in front of him, Lee Ji Hyun from the side that submitted the draft.

"What specifically?"

"Everything."

Tendon sprained on the forehead of the area. All of them? Repeated at the last meeting, at this meeting. There was no progress like this.

"You're just repeating the same thing again and again. We have to tell the PD what he wants. Shouldn't we be prepared?"

"That's all, I said. wealth."

"Change the plan? Don't make albums at all?"

I don't know what that means. You don't want to do it. Lee Hyun-ji pressed up.

"I didn't say that."

"Glass Korean debut course talent film. Leave the duration or required equipment, investment costs, and sponsor with AHF. In our world, we produce albums, perform other singers, and publish systems. How do I spill it? Because spilling it makes a difference."

"It's not natural. It's too much."

"Don't be so absurd, be specific. Specifically, where is the issue?"

The two continued to run parallel lines. Lee Hyun-si burst into flames. It was a terrible imagination with someone who looked like he was an art person. There was also a reason why it was not easy to talk to singers.

"... I'll talk to you later."

"Sure."

I ended it today. Lee Hyun-ji woke up from her seat.

The only remaining PD of Ha Kyung Rak stood up and returned to the station.

It was a private office provided by Sato.

"Office cans are hard to understand."

Hakkyung Rak PD looked up at the ceiling. The local director. The elite, also known as the female model. It didn't seem to suit me.

Yep. He rings the phone. In less than 10 seconds, the woman's AD rushes in.

"Boo, you called, sir."

"Oh, you suck. Let's hang up the plane ticket. LA. Fastest time."

"Are you talking about LA?"

"Yes. As I said before, don't say the same thing twice. I told you, it doesn't look like it."

"I'm sorry."

Female AD sinned. She turns to look back, wondering what came to her mind.

"Sir, Director Min is not looking for you."

"Why should he... come himself?" "

"Sir. But..."

"... I'll take care of it. Get out of here."

Ignoring his worrying successor, Hakkyung Rak PD opened a plan on the desk. It was the debut of Glass from the world. The red fan was checked everywhere. It was the work of a writer.

"My Joo laid his hands on me and I look a little better. Still, it's a tough break. You can't trust a world name..."

You hear a knock as you stare at the plan all alone. A fork was placed on his forehead.

"What. Don't come in when you're working..."

"May I come in?"

It was a silent voice, the director of Mingyeongsaw. Lower Kyunglaek PD closed his eyes for a moment.

"Am I interrupting?"

There were no subordinates to the Director, who had no regrets.

"Yes."

"Honestly."

There was no offense to Director Mingyeongsa, who knew him well. The two of them left the office and headed to the rest room at the end of the hall. I pulled out the coffee machine and lit each other's cigarettes. The Director of Civil Servants said:

"I heard you met with a local director today."

"Yes. I expected a little, but I couldn't help but get stuck in the office."

"Really? I heard that this local guy wasn't that blocked."

"Anyway, not so good. I got caught up with the vice president. I'm tired."

"Tell me if you don't feel right. I'm gonna grab your pants and stretch them out."

"Oh my God, you're the director?"

Hakkyung Rak PD laughed. Mingyeongsa still replied with a good smile.

"I'm going to grab my pants. Pants."

"I didn't expect that. Vice President, who's stubborn? Is Lee Kang-yoon a little different?"

"Lee Gangyun? He's in America. Wait, you're going there?"

Director Young-sae's eyes lit up. That's enough of that weirdo. A relaxing smoke was emitted from Hakkyung Rak PD.

"There are rumors going around in the industry. I want to see how good he is and how rumors have spread... and decide."

"Or are you trying to break your stubbornness? This is going to be a war."

"Just like that!! I'm throwing him out. Bang! Bang!!"

Hakkyung Rak PD twisted his hand blade. Director Young-sae patted him on the shoulder with a nice smile.

"Take it easy, take it easy. Let me know if you need anything."

After he finished smoking, he left the rest room first.

'They're both polar and polar. No one respects manners more than Lee Gangyun.'

His mouth cracks as he walks down the hall. The statue is too bad. A person who would reject Lee Gangyun.

------

Kang Yoon flew to Rio for a plane ticket in a hurry. When she arrived first, Kang Yoon met Lisa and Jacob, who had entered the information gathering about Guaranje, a beverage company that makes Guaranje without resting.

[... after the inauguration of Representative Paulo, Guaranazi grew up. In seven years of his tenure, he grew many times over.]

Jacob also told me about the information he collected, Lisa said.

[There's been a boom in Brazil lately. Guaranzi has made good use of this time. I went on to actively promote my slogan of being stronger than coffee, and it got caught up in the economy. The company has grown many times. It's an idea that came out of the head of the main Paulo.]

[What are the personal details of the Paulo Representative?]

Kang Yun asked me.

[She is 57 years old and has a 15-year-old daughter born to a divorced wife.]

Kang Yoon checked the information received from Lisa and Jacob.

[Farewell. That must be sad. In summary, the foundation was firmly built before the overwhelming global companies came in. He is ranked # 1 in a share competition with Behr and Siemen Coke. That's it.]

[No.1 now, but no one knows what will happen next. Behr Coke, or Siemen Coke, is advancing its funding and making an offensive move. Crabs have also had some bad things lately. We're seeing an explosion in the fast food market, and Guarana has not been able to get in because of the pressures of both companies. An obvious failure.]

[You mean anxious first place. Very well.]

Jacob shrugs in praise of Kang Yun. Not only in Portuguese, but also in information gathering. The chase is easy, but the water is hard. That was the first place. Kang Yoon, who had organized the information, put down the documents.

[Let's make an appointment.]

[Yes.]

The three of them left willingly. I wish things were going as planned, but there was no law telling everything to go as planned.

I'm sorry, but your last two months have been full, so would you be okay with that?

He appealed to being a concert director at Shamuel, but said it was difficult to cancel the schedule. It's too late in two months. It's meaningless to start a concert and meet them. Kang Yoon swallowed a bitter smile.

[Please tell her I'll contact her later.]

- Aye, sir.

Kang Yoon hit his head again with his staff. One way or another, I had to meet the representative.

[Do you know anything more about the main personality of Paulo?]

When Kang Yun asked, Jacob said.

[The founder of Paulo is known to be a terrible addict.]

[How's your privacy?]

[It's clean. All you can see is your daughter.]

Daughter?

When Kang Yoon asked, Jacob took out a photo. It was a picture of a middle-aged man walking the path holding the hands of a teenage girl.

[There's one thing he never forgets: he has a 15-year-old daughter, and she gives a massage with him. I was told she was the daughter of a divorced wife.

[Misa? Where is it?]

Kang Yoon showed a willingness to go to him right away. Jacob held up his hands.

[Master, no. Although Paulo is a gentle man, he also breaks all contracts if he gets in the way of time with his daughter. I've heard that there are many contracts that have been broken.]

[But you can't wait two months.]

[Why don't you look somewhere else?]

I dried Kang Yun to Risa. There was no reason to insist on a beverage company.

There were already a number of IT companies that sponsored Shamuel with technology. Neither Shamuel nor its affiliates have enough capital. I had no reason to risk my life for the patronage.

At Risa's words, Kang Yun shakes his head. One concert was fine, but tours required sponsorship. Tours are long term. Tours may be rounded, but they will be at their limit. This will degrade the quality of the performance. His role was even in Brazil, but he didn't want to make it.

After persuading her, Kang Yun told Jacob again.

[I need more information about my daughter.]

[... Master.]

[Let's bump.]

The two of them eventually broke down Kang Yun's stubbornness.

Lisa later found out that Paulo's daughter has a unique hobby and is obsessed with Eastern culture. Jacob learned that Paulo was overwhelmed by his daughter during puberty. It was all useful information.

Three people were reunited at the lodge.

[Well done.That's enough.]

[Why don't you reconsider?]

Lisa brings it back, but Kang Yoon pushes on. It was necessary.

In addition, Kang Yoon had a meeting with the performers in the middle. The massive marachanan football stadium was being built with more than half of the stadium filled.

[Fast work in the United States got me started quickly.]

The officials said to Kang Yun in reverence. Kang Yoon complimented and paid attention.

[The most important thing is safety. The schedule is important, but be careful not to get hurt.]

[Yay! It'll be quick, though. There's no new year until the carnival ends.]

The officials were delightful, raising red with a saying. Kang Yoon also smiled.

Time quickly came to meet the representative of Guaranzi on the Sunday of the Haller problem. For an interpreter, Kang Yoon went to the church with Jacob.

-... and I want to share with you today...

Kang Yun's group settles down while the Mass Prayer Chant spreads. There were sleeveless, shorts and slippers all around. It was a picturesque landscape for free Brazil. Several Asians also noticed. Thanks to that, no one was surprised to see Kang Yun.

Jacob pointed to a gentleman in a suit on the front row and a girl in a white dress. Unlike the fragrant surroundings of freedom, the places where they sat were infused with luxury.

In the middle of the mass, the hymn goes out with Pipe Organ. Kang Yoon felt his whole body freezing. It was not a choir, it was just singing music. It was an unexpected blow.

'Ugh.'

I had to endure it. Jacob asked, looking at his fist clenched and biting his lips.

[Master, are you okay?]

[... Yes. It's no big deal.]

When the hymn was over, the trembling stopped. Kang Yoon sighed for relief. It was an unexpected ambush. There were several more praises in the middle of the mass.

How many times did I have to endure the agony of biting my lips?

At the end of the Feast of Weeks, Kang Yoon left the church and went to Paulo.

[Mr. Paulo?]

Jacob was nervous and translated Kang Yun's words. Due to work, the intuitive Paulo frowned. It was because I was interrupted with my daughter.

[... who are you?]

[Hello, I'm Lee Kang-yoon, who contacted you about sponsoring a concert with Shamur Johnson.]

[Oh, right. Nice to meet you.]

Paulo tried to cover his daughter's shoulders without even making eye contact. I don't want to confront you.I feel bad.

Failed. Jacob closes his eyes to the opposing team's atmosphere. At that time, Kang Yun said.

[I have something to discuss with you about your letter.]

Jacob makes it hard to pronounce. What's the point of that? He won't listen.

By the way.

[Dad, wait. Wait!!]

Her footsteps stopped. The reaction came from somewhere else. The daughter lowers her father's hand and approaches.

Are you Korean or Korean?]

[That's right. I wanted to give you something...]

The girl was curious whether she understood English. Kang Yoon pulled something out of his bag. It was a dramatic DVD. It was written in Korean: "You Seen From afar." The girl's eyes gleam with radiance.

This, this, this! That's what I was looking for!! We didn't even broadcast here...!!]

[It's a gift.]

Siella's tears welled up because she couldn't run with joy. Paulo hurried after his daughter.

[What are you? Siella. You shouldn't take what strangers give you lightly...]

[Welcome back. I am Lee Kang-yoon, the organizer representative of actor Min Jin-seo.]

What did the translator, Jacob, sound like? So was Paulo. The problem was Sierra. She rubs her cheeks while grabbing Kang Yun's arm. It was a Brazilian tradition, Bolkis.

[Siella. What are you...]

[Dad, let's go home. I want to talk to him.]

Representative Paulo was confused. Who the hell is Min Jin-seo? No, who is he? What did you do wrong with Siella's ashes? Things were going on that I couldn't understand.

'It's a letter. Thank you. I'll buy you something delicious.'

Siella, Paulo's daughter, who glittered at herself, smiled. This time, I saw a special love. Siella was a fierce fan of Minjin Book, the leader of the Korean fever that had just begun to spread in Brazil.

< 98.00 - Internal Enemy (3 > End