God of Music

The next day there was a drink.

Lee Hyun-ji grabbed the ringing head and tried hard to get up.

"Well, what the hell. Ugh..."

I was blinded by the sun shining through the curtain. He glanced at the clock and saw that it was 10 o'clock. My eyes widened.

"Hey, ten o'clock?!"

You put some water on your face, just powder your face, and then get in the car. The speedometer dropped to almost 100 km/h. The radio on the quiet road was different from what I used to hear, but I had no time to think.

I arrived at the company and was about to go to my room, but I met him in the hallway for a long time.

"Chief Choi? No. Isn't this your time in Beijing?"

"Director, it's been a long time. I came back yesterday. Didn't I tell you? I told her I was coming in on Saturday for a while..."

Then the light lit up in Lee's head. Today was Saturday. It was a holiday that was almost absent for a month.

I heard a familiar voice as my head turned white.

"Director? How are you feeling? I thought it was my day off."

"Oh, well, that's the thing. Hahaha..."

I look at him, smiling awkwardly at the window. Lifted head, crooked boots, crooked waist, crooked skirts.

Lee rushed to the bathroom urgently. Kang Yun and Choi shrugged their shoulders with a smile.

"Chairman, sometimes you're cute, too."

"He does that sometimes. Very occasionally."

The two of them entered the chairman's office. Kang Yoon handed over the plans from Lee Jun-seol to Choi Kyung-ho. While Choi was reviewing the plan, he entered the area after finishing the investigation. She gently sits across from the escort.

Putting the plans down, Choi said.

"I think I need to add more flesh, but I don't think it's a ruse."

"I'm going to do it this October."

Kang Yoon's eyes widened. Lee Hyun-joo opened her mouth wide and looked at Kang Yoon.

Soon, Choi Hyuk clears his throat.

"… hmm. It's almost like an old MG stage, and in October, I think we have enough time. If it's a problem, it's money. We need to keep our strength up for the first time."

"How much do you need?"

In response to Lee's question, Choi always thought for a moment.

"You'll need 3x or 4x the degree to a joint concert in China."

"It's not easy."

When Kang Yoon clapped his arms with a serious face, he asked the area where he regained his composure.

"Can I digest alone from a classic?"

"You can stop and concentrate on everything you're currently doing. During that time, it will be difficult to do other things in parallel."

"I have to think about hiring other companies."

Choi told him that he would come in with a detailed draft and left the presidential room. I narrowed my eyes and asked.

"Are you really... doing an MG stage?

"This is not an MG stage. We need a name that's right for us. I'd like you to make a decision."

"Oh, right. Okay."

Lee Hyun-ji left the chairman's office with a excited face.

Saturday afternoon.

After finishing his work, Kang Yoon put on a coat and prepared to leave the office. At that time, the phone rang. When I pressed the button, I heard the voice of the door assistant.

- Sir, we've completed our inspection of the Itzheimer's server. Executive Vice President is here to see you.

Comrade Taektae soon entered. Executive Vice President placed the documents on his desk. Moon's secretary offered tea and refreshments, and Kang Yoon offered a position to Executive Vice President.

Kang Yoon's face darkened reading the report.

"... the parts on the server are exactly the same."

Kang Yun's face distorted, Senior Executive Taektaek bowed his head.

"We concluded that we could solve it without having to change the parts. It's not going to happen again."

Kang Yoon continued to stare at himself, Jung Taek Jung hesitated for a moment and continued to talk with difficulty.

"Oh, for the next two months, I'm going to have employees enter the emergency system. If you have any problems, take immediate action..."

"I think it's best not to get in trouble in the first place."

"Well, yes."

Kang Yoon put down the report.

"I can assure you, If you continue to have the same problem, we will have no choice but to think of another way."

"Sir, it's hard to say, but servers and equipment are supposed to be managed entirely in Pinstock."

"I know."

Executive Vice President put down the teacup. I didn't even feel the warmth.

Kang Yoon dared to continue speaking.

"With the servers stabilized, we'll have a public relations team calmed down. Please proceed with the compensation plan."

"I understand."

After the report, the executor stood up. Trying to leave the door, he looks back at Kang Yun.

"What would you do if... something like this happened again?"

"I won't let the same thing happen again."

Executive Vice President left the door feeling a chilly aura.

Kang Yun immediately accessed Itzhpin. The site was well connected, including the program. However, the bulletin board was filled with complaints.

- Please don't be sick.

- I'll ask for a refund if I get sick again.

- I don't want you to think it's cheap.

An apology was posted shortly after. Rewards were given in accordance with the suspension period. As I apologized to the world studio singers, my complaint subsided a little.

Two days later.

Monday at 6: 15. It was the day the week started.

"Too late, too late."

Jung Hanna, who had to go to work from Incheon to Gangnam, went on a rope in high heels. I got on the express train as usual and arrived at Sindorim Station. As I try to blend down the narrow staircase among the crowd, my face becomes darker and darker.

'… Ah, it sucks.'

Hardly standing on the runway, she pulls out her earphones naturally and plugs them into her ears. I naturally turned on the music app 'Itzpine'.

What is it? '

The program was turned on and shut down immediately. Repeated several times, but the result was the same. When I lost the subway seat race, I became annoyed. Meanwhile, I keep downloading this app. I deleted the program and rearranged it, but it was not resolved.

"Here we go again. Oh, this sucks!!"

She eventually stuffed her earphones in a ruckus bag. I had to start a week with an annoyance.

This story spread on the Internet on SNS.

Due to a connection issue that broke out early in the morning, Itzhany's counseling room was about to explode on a complaint phone all day.

The matter was escalated urgently to Executive Vice President.

"Let's manage the server properly. What have you done?!"

Executive Vice President Yoon blamed the staff. The staff complained too.

Who told you to use a cymbal? '

Why the fuck are they doing this to us? '

We all knew what caused the server problems.

When Ha-seyeon heard the report, she wrapped her head around it.

"Again, again..."

"First of all, what to do about the world. Chairman Lee Kang Yun won't let up."

At the director's words, Ha-seyeon shakes her head.

"You know what the real cause is. the investors behind us."

Executive Vice President was silent.

It was the same stake, so I intended to catch the ship. As an investor, Itzwein was okay with a little damage.

Ms. Ha-seyeon sighed for a long time.

"If it wasn't for his investment... I didn't want to play with those cheap parts."

Same time.

The server down at work also entered Kang Yun's ears. As soon as I heard the report, Kang Yoon's face hardened.

"I can't do this."

Lee Hyun, who came for the morning meeting, caught Kang Yun.

"Chairman, excitement doesn't solve anything. A little quieter…"

"This road won't solve anything."

Lee Hyun-ji took hold of Kang-yoon's arm and sat down.

"Sir, calm down. Can't you see what's going on over there? It's all just a ploy to get you to come to the table."

Kang Yoon's eyes shook. I knew it was an investor's play. It offended me that I had to know. I trembled in my mouth and drank the water in front of me. When I felt the cold energy, my heart sank a little.

Lee Hyun-ji, sitting across from me, calmly said.

"First of all, clean it up one by one. The team is on the move..."

"... it won't work that way."

"Chairman."

Kang Yun got up from his seat.

"I can't keep being dragged around. You will need to rework the plates."

"Fresh? How?"

When Kang Yun explained the method, the face of Lee went into horror.

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The tea house was filled with the sound of contrabass and piano as usual.

Lee Han-seo was lowering his car as usual, looking at the hall. Although not crowded, celebrities are now known for their names.

'This better be good.'

His eyes are on the marquee and Jua at the corner window. Unlike the subtle music, the atmosphere of the two was heavy. The only thing that was carelessly pierced was the steam from the teacup on the table.

The first thing that broke the mood was Jua.

"Honestly, you know it's hard to trust Ms. Won as a partner, right?"

"I know."

The march was bold. Jua's straightforward narrative was now familiar.

She folds her arms and raises her head.

"Great. It's hard to stamp right now, and I have conditions."

"Condition?"

"So I can trust you. Demonstrate satisfactory performance Period is one month. Instead, I'll wait for you without contracting anywhere else."

Jua wakes up from her seat, saying that she has nothing more to say. I ran into Lee Han-su at the entrance.

"I hate cars. Coffee next time."

After Joo left, Lee Han-suh sat down to face the march.

"What did she say?"

"He said he'd wait a month. Bring about satisfactory results."

The march spread its face. I didn't get a chance right away, but I had hope. Lee Han-seo said.

"Speak up if you need to. I..."

"No, this is something I have to do on my own. Jua's satisfaction..."

I looked at his worried face and smiled softly.

The server issue that happened on Monday only returned to normal in the afternoon.

The problem was repeated in the same format, and people did not tolerate it anymore. Itzwein Crab Board has been occupied for a long time because of its roaring complaints, and as far as Pine Stock and the World Bulletin board are all paralyzed.

The sound record-keeping sites that were peering at the opportunity also held events to attract members who were trying to get out of Itzheimer's. The loss was getting bigger.

Monday, evening.

Kang Yun and Lee were in the wine bar. It was a wine bar famous for its atmosphere on the streets of Sinsa-dong. There was Han Tae-jin, the president of Seis, under a dim and subtle light.

After a brief greeting, Han Tae Jin quickly led the conversation.

"Come to think of it, I was too fond of you."

"No, it's good to know the secret spots."

Kang Yoon fought back with a smile.

There was no one around to rent the entire wine bar. The transparent and purple wines were lightly collided.

Medici comes out of the appetizer, and the story goes on to the theme. The first person who opened his mouth was Han Tae Jin.

"I loved it during the Jung Minh showcase. Could this have worked, or could it have been anti-Semitism? Thanks to you, I got a new item. I should have said hello..."

"The old stories are fine. We're here to talk about the future."

Lee Hyunji shakes his hand. Once upon a time, it was almost better to abandon the world and join the MG.

Han Tae Jin smiled bitterly. One side of my heart was black.

'Those aren't your usual bets.'

Says he abandoned the world and nearly collapsed his project in a barrel he was working with MG. I was under the burden of not going back in time like this.

Kang Yoon said.

"Have you thought about what I sent you?"

Han Tae Jin, who put down the wine glass, rubbed his nose.

"An acquisition... I'll be honest. A month ago, I would have been interested, but now... I'm not interested. Sound recording sites are hard to trust, but easy to lose."

I replied with my mouth raised.

"Yes. Itzheimer's is not as glamorous as I thought."

"It's bitter. I didn't expect Itzheimer's to make it this far..."

Han Tae Jin was filled with purple wine.

I was pressured to show you something more. Kang Yoon, who was glaring at him, put down his fork.

"Buy 20% of our shares."

"What do we get out of that?"

"When I go to Southeast Asia, I will do web announcements from all the world celebrities through Seyes."

He lowered his wine glass and looked at Kang Yoon.

"That said, I hear you're going to be dropping all agreements with Feynstock."

"I think it will be quite exciting if you can promote celebrities ahead of you in Southeast Finestock."

Han Tae Jin's eyebrows narrowed. It was a likely market for Southeast Asia. As Feynstock grew, he had a lot of fun ahead of the world's celebrities.

'That's funny.'

You're not blaming the past, you're swallowing honey.

Han-Taejin, who was thinking for a moment, kept his expression steady.

"So, in summary, you want me to acquire 20% of the Eastpine shares of the world?"

Lee Hyun-ji answered.

"Add new server investment and management to it."

"Server investments and management. Finestock server management is top-notch... Hmm."

I heard the server managed by Pinzlock is serious. After they bought the servers from a Chinese company, the problem didn't stop. I have heard that it is not easy for contracts and investors to talk about solving problems.

Kang Yoon said.

"What's happening right now is nothing but a storm. You need a major surgery."

"Wait. No way, Chairman."

The eyes of Ha Tae-jin became big drops. Kang Yun nodded.

"Let me get this straight. Would you like to start a new Eastpine together?"

< 105 - As Sprayed (3) > End

Han Tae Jin turned the wine glass around, looking at Kang Yun.

"Acquire 20% of Ytspine stock... I think the words to dive into the old helmet have been wrapped up for a new start."

Han Tae-jin smiled and expressed his objection. Lee Hyun-ji whispered in Kangyun's ear.

'I think we should put it in the other room.'

Kang Yun also nodded. Lee Hyun-ji leaned back into the chair.

Bang. The sound of the wine cup banging spread again. Han Tae Jin casually smiled and took the wine to his mouth. I turned over the wine and looked at Kang Yun in the eye.

Kang Yoon, who was thinking for a moment, stopped his gaze.

"World and Says Music Partnership. How about this?"

"... Oh."

Then, I was interested in the eyes of Han Tae Jin.

"Interesting. The world's sound record-keeping site is very perceptive of Itzheimer's … What would you do if the world participated in Seize Music? Being in a legal workshop..."

"That's a problem we're going to solve. Don't you think it's a chance for you to be in Seych Music? In terms of awareness... it's sad to mention."

When Lee intervened, Han Tae-jin's gaze turned around. He glances at her for a moment and smiles bloody.

"Well, you're right. It's been two years since I've been in service... but I'm planning to clean up shortly because it's only accumulating. It's not going to work with Itzwein."

The laughter twists. I'm sure you're upset. Lee is trying to argue, but Kang Yoon left first.

"This is as far as unnecessary consumption goes."

It was starting to pressure me to make a decision.

Han Tae-jin put down his cup and was troubled.

'Participation in the world benefits in many ways. You can raise Says music. Let's take it slow. The more time passes, the more it burns.'

The world was in a hurry. Says the music was always the same.

Lee Hyun-ji leaned back and said without knowing what he was thinking.

"65-35. I think the investment ratio is good enough. The stake is 60-40."

"Hmmm, Hmmm."

Han Tae Jin stretched his cough. The target is embarrassed from the start by its generosity. Kang Yun was also silent about what had already been said.

Han Tae-jin, who stopped, lifted his cup. The sound of three people banging the cup spread again. After more than a sip of wine, Han Tae Jin replied.

"Fine. I'll take it."

"Thank you."

As Kang Yoon put down his cup with a smile, Han Tae-jin raised his hand.

"Instead, I want to add a condition."

"Tell me."

As Kang Yoon straightened out, Han Tae-jin said one word while moxing.

"... Tune."

"Tune?"

"Right now, the world doesn't think of Seize as an excitement vehicle. Turn 50% of your promotions into Seyes videos in the future."

Kang Yun and Lee Hyun-ji stopped; 50% was not low. Lee Hyun-ji stepped forward and replied.

"... that's not an easy offer. Says the video isn't responding very well."

"First of all, I'm the boss."

Han Tae Jin shrugged. Lee Hyun-ji whispered in Kangyun's ear.

"Says TV is a medium that is not widely used by people. I made Tune as a mother, and it's not very good quality and it's a long ad. '

Kang Yoon pinched his arms, fixing his complexion. Han Taejin looked at Kang Yun with a glittering expression. Kang Yoon, who was having second thoughts, dared to look him in the eye.

"... Good."

"Chairman."

While living in this area, Han Tae-jin's eyes opened wide to see if he felt surprised.

"Hmm, are you really...?"

"Every celebrity in the world is going to use this video of Says."

"Is that the one you used in the Finestock video..."

Kang Yoon nodded in response to Han Tae Jin's question. That is to say, completely disconnect from Pinestock. Han Tae Jin was embarrassed. I keep telling you, they're giving me something bigger.

Kang Yoon said.

"Instead, we have conditions."

"Tell me."

"Bring the quality of your Seych video to more than Tune, reduce your ad time by half."

"Technical problems… Got it. That's what you get when you invest."

At this point, I was scared. It seemed like a good negotiation, but I felt drawn to it.

'I think I bought some leftovers, but I don't like it.'

Seeing Kang Yoon looking at himself, a corner of his heart was stiff. It won't spread like this. Han Tae Jin, who was thinking for a moment, asked Kang Yoon.

"Let me ask you a question."

"Tell me."

"I'm an entrepreneur. They don't like unprofitable deals. But this kind of deal doesn't look like there's anything left in the world..."

It seemed like the enemy was worried. Kang Yun smiled.

"Is this going to make me feel like I'm never going to be the same?"

"Oh…"

I felt like I was getting hit in the head. It was a story of a one-way excavation of a contract with Ethios. It was done by an in-house director, but it impacted the company's reputation. It was toebox underlined, but the conditions were too good to refuse.

If the same thing happens again, Says' reputation will be at its worst.

Lee Hyun-seo, who felt that this was enough, pulled the documents out of his bag.

"I think we've had enough talk."

Ms. Han took out the fountain pen that was in her upper pocket. After reviewing the contract and trying to sign it, he raised his head and looked at the two of them.

"Wait. I wish things could go smoothly, but what are you going to do with Pinestock?" "

The region smiled coldly with a wine glass.

"Have you heard the story about how you cut your nose open?"

Following an explanation, after reviewing the contract, Han Tae Jin silently signed it.

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The server downturn in Itzheimer's has escalated to its worst.

Pinstock managed the server as an emergency, but the server caused an error once every three days. The server snarled for more than two weeks. The untimely sequelae led to Itzheimer's, who was arguing between 1st and 2nd place, falling to 3rd place in the industry.

This situation was reported to Hasseyeon through Executive Vice President.

"... we won't be able to hold out much longer if the situation continues. The deficit can be funded in any way by the World... but it will take a long time to restore the trust you once lost."

Ha-seyeon put down the report. Reports showing the number of members were dropping sharply down to the right. The damages were soaring. Looking at the report silently, she bites her lip.

"... I'll wait a week."

"Things can get irreversible at this rate."

"What's new in the world?"

Executive Vice President Seo-yeon nodded his head and asked questions. It's not a world of silence.

Asking questions, Executive Vice President Feynstock left.

'That's weird.'

Up until a week ago, Lee Kang-yoon, who was brushing together every day, felt no news. Even investors who were monitoring the world's trends every day reported it, it was a fatal reaction.

Just in case, I noticed that both of them were not that different from usual.

I came back to the office and a call came from an employee. When he heard the matter, his face hardened.

"What? Backup files? I'll be right there. Tell him to wait."

- I have the contract. If the contract is good, there's no reason to refuse.

"Throw it away somehow. Who's coming?"

- Chairman Lee Kang Yun himself...

Executive Vice President closed his eyes. I didn't feel good. In the meantime, you've been quiet and you just barged in.

I hurried to the Itzwein Server Control Room. When I arrived, the staff was working with a worthless face.

"What about backup files?"

"... I'm sorry. I copied all the data from last night's midnight backup to a year ago."

"What's the reason?"

The staff shakes their heads. Well, who's a big employee who's going to ask the chairman why?

Thinking alone, the face of the executive general darkened.

"Wait, wait, wait, wait. You can't be..."

It could have been to open Itzheimer's alone. If he knew Lee Gangyun, he would have remained after doing that.

Inggering--

The phone I left in my pocket rang. Turns out it was Kang Yun.

"Chairman, what's going on? I hear you have taken a backup file."

- You've been through a lot. The world will take its hands off Itzhpin around this point.

"Yes?"

Wrong answer. I didn't even think about it. A short sigh came from the phone.

- Clause 7, 1. Do you remember the clause that one party may terminate the contract if there is a serious reason?

"That's it... but the server should be back to normal soon. If I let go of my hand like this, the world won't have much to lose. It's the largest holding company. Calm down a bit..."

- The majority shareholder will be here soon. I gotta go.

The phone is disconnected after an unknown conversation. Executive Vice President makes another phone call, but the opponent never answers.

Soon after, a man came. He was an interpreter and investor from Bokti, who had invested in Itzhpin.

"Greetings. What brings you here so suddenly..."

Executive director Yeon Taek is pretending to stop him, an investor with flying eyes in an interpreter said.

[I heard the server is still in trouble.]

"I'll be honest with you. As part of the company, you can't …"

[Let's switch.]

Executive Vice President had doubts about his ears.

"Yes?"

[I thought you said it didn't fit. Then we have to replace it with the original one. And come to the shareholders' meeting tomorrow.]

The investors stood up after saying what they wanted to say. Executive Vice President just grabbed them on their way out.

"The Grand Master? Summon? What are you talking about? I'm sure there's still quite a few regular shareholders' meetings left."

[You haven't heard. In a nutshell, we acquired 50 percent of the world's shares in Itzheimer's Day.]

Executive Vice President's eyes widened. It meant they became the executive rulers of Itzheimer's. An investor with razor-blind eyes said.

[Ah, you need to know the agenda beforehand. The agenda for tomorrow is to normalize the compensation and sound distribution rates for the time being. Roughly, up to 40% …]

Executive Vice President's head became blurry. Everything in Itzwein was shaking from the roots.

'That's crazy.'

Less volume distribution than any other sound source site was key to Itzheimer's. Because the distributor distributed more to singers and producers, instead of taking less profit, they got both quality services in Itzhpin, and they threw away their core.

How to be sharp, though. The worker had no choice.

I quickly airlifted the server parts and finished repairs in one day. Itzwein is back to normal. We have a reward, but...

- A three-day pass? Are you kidding me?

- Can you give me a month's worth of babysitting and a three-day reward? Are you crazy?

- I'm full. I'm full. I'm changing.

Poor rewards have provoked anger again. There were no more favorable opinions like before. I had no choice but to comfort her that she would sink in time.

That was a week ago. There was a leak somewhere else this time.

- Forty percent? There's very little difference from any other sound source, right?

- So that's what you do when people leave?

- It's a mess with the world gone.

The singers and producers were in a commotion because they were pulling the 30% distributor rate to 40%. He did not conceal his anger, wanting to cover his losses from us. In the middle, Executive Vice President tried to coordinate, but there was no way to prevent the policy from changing.

"Damn it..."

It was crazy for him to have raised Itzhpin so far. I didn't even feel like working.

Opening the document, I was in a daze, and the secretary announced that the book had arrived. It was an envelope from the World Studio. I quickly opened the envelope because I felt a fight.

[World-Sales Affiliation Agreement]

Says and World opens a new manual on Says Music and the Sound Recording Site, Ocean.

Seis is responsible for the management of the server and the site at sea, while Itzwein is responsible for promotions, contracts and performances between singers.

... (approximately)

It was so overwhelming.

After selling all of his shares and closing all ties with Finstock, the world went to Seyes. He took Itzwein's backup file, and this is what he wanted to do.

The sea.

A new sound recording site was born. Exactly Says Music was renewed. in the form of a collaboration between World and Says Music.

The public responded halfway to the news that the world had broken up with Itzheimer's and had teamed up with Seize Music.

- Feed the servers.

Are you selling after you grow up Seize music like Itzheimer's?

- Are you tired of managing Pine Stock servers? How do you work with a company that takes down its servers for a month?

- World Nagani Yitzpine fucked up. Rumor has it the price will go up soon. Let's see the ocean.

The public was cold, from abandoning the company that had become difficult to saying that Itzheimer's was a mess when the world left. The public opinion was half-assed.

The ocean did not have a renewal event, but it did have a dramatic pricing policy.

Is it cheaper than Itzheimer's?

- Says music quality burst. Ah... My eardrums are killing me.

I lowered the price and lowered the distribution of sound recorders. It was a blatant policy, but it worked. Customers in Itzwein began to move to a new soundscape.

"That's... big for a month's work."

Looking at the graph rising to the right, Han Tae Jin's boss put out his tongue. Kang Yun shrugged his shoulders as he watched the report together.

"If you're loyal to connecting people and singers, profit follows itself."

"That's right. You're afraid of who's not a producer."

Taejin Han had a nice bruise. I had a headache just hearing about Says Music, but I changed my body in a month. He handed the report over to his assistant and turned his eyes to Kang Yun.

"Poor Itzwein, by the way. So is Pinestock... and he seems to have a considerable loss."

"A catastrophe caused by excessive greed."

Kang Yun shrugged.

Eatspine said the number of members had decreased to one-third in a month. Those members were absorbed by the sea. At this rate, the oceans will be at rest.

President Han Tae Jin said.

"Yesterday, I met the President of Jiye Kangmyung. He told me an interesting story."

Kang Yoon looked up and Han Tae-jin smiled.

"He said he was going to do a concert soon. What did he say? The concert at the MG. All the singers of the show..."

"The MG stage?"

"That's right. That should be it. He told me that story. He even gave me an investment proposal. It was the same time as the concert you mentioned last time."

The more I heard the story, Kang Yun's expression stiffened.

The concert brought two companies together at the same time.

< 104 - Bleed > End

God of Music

105 - Final Stage, Beginning

World and Says were in a hurry to prepare for the concert while preparing for the opening of the Sound Recording Site Sea.

The cast was already confirmed, so I went straight to the venue. The problem is that this process is more difficult than I thought. It was because there were many places in the world that reached out to Japan, China, and then Southeast Asia.

Many stories have gone back and forth, and after internal meetings, the finalists were compressed into two places: Tokyo and Seoul.

"You'd better ask your kids and make a decision about the final selection."

Kang Yoon gave a statement to all the singers in the world. I also sent an official to Lee Jun-seol and DS to ask for their opinion.

A few days later.

Moon's secretary brought all the singers' opinions to Kang Yoon. Kang Yun's glare distorted while looking at the report.

"Three Koreas, two Japanese, no matter where they are."

It was a vague number. It was vague to push opinions because there were many in Korea, but not more than half.

singers who had been to Japan with high achievements such as Ethiopia or Human-Hee preferred Japan, and singers who had been focused on domestic activities such as White Moon or Kim Jae-hoon wanted to do a concert in Korea. With Dies' opinions, there were three Koreas.

Kang Yoon, who tried to decide where to place the majority, eventually asked the classics for their opinion.

Different opinions came from inside the classics. He confronted the idea of thinking about income and thinking about Tokyo, as well as the opinions that are getting worse in Korea recently.

It was not even a classic decision, and it eventually led to the whole meeting.

"Tokyo is definitely better for profitability."

Kang Yoon, who was looking at the PPT screen on the front, put his hand on his chin. He said, sweeping his head across the street.

"I don't think we can ignore domestic opinion either. Since our celebrities stopped appearing on non-AHF broadcasts, there has been a growing number of opinions that we are neglecting domestic fans. Overlapping the Itzheimer's problem... now I think it's time to embrace Korean opinion."

Choi took a laser point where the bar graph of the screen was elevated.

"You may also want to consider tourist statistics for visiting the World Studio. South Korean visitors have declined in the last 6 months, while Japanese visitors are increasing."

Kang Yoon thought for a moment and immediately sat down.

"Let's host in Seoul."

"Wouldn't the Japanese fans be in Seoul?"

Kang Yun shakes his head when asked about this area.

"No matter how big the overseas market is, if you miss the Korean market, you lose the power to expand overseas. How about partnering with a travel agency to sell concert tour products to Japanese fans?"

"Then... would it be okay for me to do that?"

Kang Yoon felt lighter when he stepped out on his own. He applauds and clears the air.

"The classics are welcome outside the venue in Seoul."

"Yes, sir."

"As you get in touch with your travel agency, check with your sponsor."

"I understand."

After the meeting, the lights came on.

Choi Guard approached Kang Yoon to see if there was anything to say while people were going out one by one. Kang Yun, who was tidying up, looked up at him.

"Do you have something to say?"

"It's no big deal... but I've heard rumors and other singers have been in touch recently. What do you want to do?"

Rumors have spread in the industry that the world is opening concerts. This floor is very narrow. As far as concert planning was concerned, there was no need to mention Kang Yun's accomplishments.

"We'd better postpone the answer. You have no idea what you're doing. You have no idea. I think it would be best if you drink the rejection and tell them you will deliver the marriage once it is confirmed."

"Yes, sir."

After the story, Kang Yoon went to the president's office. Maybe it's because the meeting was long. The form of sitting on the chair was exhausting.

'... I'm having a hard day.'

Looking at the documents piled up on the desk, Kang Yoon sighed briefly. I thought of a cigarette and touched my upper pocket, and the ringing rang.

- Chairman, Chairman Kang is here.

When the door secretary carefully opened the door, a strong standard in a thin coat entered. Kang Yun looked at the mall and was complacent.

"I envy River's jumper today."

"Hahaha, Chairman."

He pointed out with his thumb. Pretending to be Chuck. Now that I've stuck the person who was running from the scene in my office, I don't feel sick.

The door secretary felt the sweetness of the mixed coffee, and Kang said.

"By any chance, sir, Do you have time for dinner?"

Kang Yoon pointed to the desk instead of the answer. Looking at the paperwork of strength to cover his face, Kang Kyun smiled softly and approached him.

"I'm telling you, we're going to work. I'm going for a stamp today."

"Ah."

A fluorescent light flashed in Kang Yoon's head.

I've been looking for actors to scout for quite a long time at World C&C. I was looking for a newcomer at first, but I turned to an actor in a different direction.

Today was the day to bear fruit.

"Work. Gotta go. It's an external muscle."

Looking at Kang Yoon's shiny eyes, Kang Kyun smiled and reached out his hand. Kang Yoon gave a high-fiving duet.

That evening.

They headed to a franchise cafe in Jongno. Kang Yoon wondered why people wanted to write contracts in many places.

"Why did you set up a meeting place like this?"

"Hye Mi asked me to meet her here. I've always wanted to show it to my agency..."

"I wasn't much of an affiliate. I couldn't get a job, I couldn't handle a knight."

Kang Yun shrugged.

The cafe is located in a wide range of floating populations, so it was phosphoric acid inside. Besides, it was after a crowded evening. The cafe was full of people.

Two men enter the cafe, and the crowd is staring at the woman in the window.

'Lee Hye-mi, Lee Hye-mi.'

'He must have come alone. I think she's meeting her boyfriend. It's pretty...'

'Respect…'

Following people's gaze, she was the one they promised.

Kang Yoon was also a familiar face. It was an actor, Lee Hye-mi, who was with Kang Yoon from the time he was called the steering wheel until he grew up as a medium-sized manager. She looks at the bar and raises her hand.

"Huh? Who's this? Kang Yoon!!"

Lee Hye-mi saw Kang Yun coming with Kang, and jumped up and grabbed Kang Yun lightly. Lee Hye-Mi and Kang Yun became even more distracted.

There were people taking pictures, but she didn't show up. Kang was also going to announce the contract with Lee Hye-mi, so he was not aware of it.

Lee Hye-mi grinned tightly, holding Kang Yoon's hand when Kang told her to order coffee.

"Good to see you. But... am I lonely? How come I haven't heard from you in eight years?"

"I've been busy."

"I admit I'm busy. But Seon, do you have a boyfriend?"

I swooped in suddenly, but Kang Yoon replied calmly.

"No comment."

"What the hell, it's still nojam."

"The president of the company is having fun. All you have to do is work well. By the way, Hye-mi is very old."

"What?!"

Kang Yoon smiled and took a punch. Lee Hye-mi's tone went sharp.

While the two of them were grabbing the afternoon, Kang Kyung-kyun brought coffee. In the middle of a noisy surrounding area, there was a point. Lee Hye-mi looked at Kang Yoon as she pulled out the contract frame.

"Can I add one more condition?"

"What conditions?"

"Just until Kang Yoon gets a manager, you can do it for me?"

Kang Yun blinked his eyes. Even though the ridiculous demands were embarrassing, Kang Kyung said calmly.

"That's a tough one. There are so many people looking for you..."

"By the way, I'll get you 500 million in cool contracts. Half..."

It was a joke, but Lee Hye-mi was dishonored when she was rejected even after the contract was cut. I pushed the contract towards the strongest standard.

"... not funny. I'll pretend we didn't have a contract."

"Hye-mi, wait a minute."

Lee Hye-mi's lips came out, but Lee Hye-mi was a floater. Variable or grumpy. Rumor has it you can't be that nice when you're at work. Was that all wrong?

The chairman is here with us.

It looks dull on the outside, but it's cold sweating. I was confident that I would sign because the opponent was kind to the world and had a good kite with Gangyun. It was a setback. If the contract breaks...

I didn't want to imagine.

'It hasn't changed.'

Watching Lee Hye-mi being smuggled, Kang Yoon quietly got up and headed to the smoking room. The tobacco breath was filling all over the place. I pulled out a cigarette from my arms and pulled out the fire.

'Phew.'

As a blurry actor, I noticed Kang Kyung-kyun and Lee Hye-mi. Unlike Kang Criteria, he was not at all anxious. I've seen her do that a lot in the past. However, if I take a step forward, I will look ridiculous in front of Lee Hye-mi.

I saw Lee Hye-mi pull the contract and sign it after burning all of it, lighting it again and burning it halfway.

Kang Yun felt that the wheat candy was over, rubbed the cigarette into the ashtray, and left the hop room. When I returned to my seat, Lee Hye-mi frowned, covering her nose.

"Ouch, the smell. What, did you smoke?"

"A little."

"What a little bit. Hang up now, right now."

Lee Hye-mi trembled and showed the contract towards Kang Yoon.

"Anyway, I'm a world actor now. So I want you to take good care of yourself, Mr. President."

"Me, too."

Kang Yoon held Lee Hye-mi's hand. It was my handshake as a social director and celebrity. Lee Hye-mi bent her eyes.

"But can't you just give me a real manager?"

"I'll think about it."

"You promised?"

At the last minute, after a short loan, actress Lee Hye-mi joined the World C&C.

'Haha, it's hard.'

Looking at the two men and women shaking hands, Kang Ji-kyun shook his head.

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"Hahahaha."

Comprehensive entertainment, Jiye's president's room did not stop laughing.

The man who was sitting across from the stonemason covered his mouth by pulling out his cup, and Yoogyeo smiled coolly as ever, wrapping his whole body in red.

"With this kind of funding, you won't need a sponge or sponsorship."

"It's just a sponge, two concerts, three concerts will be fine."

The commandments were full of excitement. On the table, there was an agreement by the Investment Company Vocational Thai to actively sponsor the concert.

Young-hee said.

"Anywhere is fine, make up the best staff. The singers don't necessarily want to be on the sidelines. Okay?"

"All I know. Trust me."

"... Sure. Sure."

Young-hee stared at the commandment trembling, and walked out the door.

As the group of investors departs, the disdainful look of Kang Myung Myung Chairman fades slowly.

"Whatever. Pretend you don't know anything. But you should be thankful I gave you a chance."

The commandment listened to the calendar. It was marked in the month of October, not the date.

"Let's do it again. Huhuhuhuhu."

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The presidential suite was a place where trainers rarely went. However, Ahn Sijin, Lee Hyuk-chan, and the two trainers were well-regarded for rarely using their offices.

Those two people were called to the chairman's office. It was due to a sudden call of Kang Yun. Anxijin, who was dressed as usual, looked at Kang Yoon.

"What's this all of a sudden..."

Lee Hyuk-chan didn't say it either, but it was the same heart as Ansi. After wearing the usual torn jeans, I felt strange when the formal troops came to the focused office and chairman's room.

Kang Yoon smiled, knowing how awkward they were.

"Ah. Relax. I was going to go down there myself..."

Kang Yoon pointed at the desk. Looking at the documents on the desk, the two trainers understood at once.

"Haha... Chairman wants to see you. So what did you call me?"

When Anxijin asked, Kang Yoon took out the documents. Lee Hyuk-chan read the paperwork horribly, and Anse went through it. First, Ahn Sijin, who had read all the documents, asked.

"It's the concert staff. I was guessing..."

She was quick to notice. Thanks to this, Kang Yoon-do was able to solve the story easily.

"It's not confirmed, but there should be quite a lot of concert-only event songs."

Anxijin asked me to let him go as soon as Conti came out and went out. because there was a class.

After reading all Lee Hyuk-chan's documents, I turned my eyes to Kang Yoon. Unlike Anxi, he was a cosmetic.

"Chairman, I'm sorry, but I don't think I can take care of everyone's choreography on my own."

"Do you know anyone who would recommend it?"

"There is a guy called Yeon-tae, who is in charge of choreography in the music. My career is similar to mine... and above all, I can assure you of my skills."

Kang Yoon suggested we meet first, then sent him back.

I went back and reviewed the documents and a guest came to see me. Kang Yoon greeted the guest with a glare.

"Professor, welcome."

He was the best professor in a checkered suit. After a long encounter, he firmly grasped Kang Yun's hand.

As the situation continues, his expression darkens.

"Professor, did something bad happen?"

When Kang Yun cautiously asked, Professor Chanyang said no.

"That's..."

"I'm fine. Please speak freely."

"No offense... but I've come to ask a favor."

As Kang Yoon leaned in, Professor Choi Hyang closed his eyes and opened his mouth.

"I heard you're doing a concert in the world this time. At that time, some of our students...

Can you write it as a choreography team…? "

It's hard to ask, but Professor Chanyang's head is broken. After a long time, my shyness did not change.

Kang Yun held his hand.

"If you're a disciple, I'd rather ask you... I understand."

"Thank you, Chairman."

Staff recruitment was also underway.

I was drinking tea in a warm atmosphere, and my door secretary informed me that I had come to this location by phone. The call scared me to death, and I stepped in quickly.

Lee Hyun, who lowered his head lightly to Professor Chongyang, immediately delivered his message to Kang Yun.

"We have a problem."

When Professor Choi stood up and felt the atmosphere was getting worse, Lee Hyung held him off.

"No, I want you to listen with me."

"Me, too?"

"Yes, in spite of that... I thought I might need your help. Mr. President, there are no unscheduled performers until then."

I felt serious and Kang Yun's eyes narrowed.

"Overseas, too?"

"All of it. I hate to say it, but the seeds are completely dry. Uh, Bernie? He said he had to prepare for the holidays in October, and Thori and Mashal refused to have a Japanese schedule. The choreographers in the country also refused to schedule in October."

"What if we rescheduled?"

Lee Hyun-seok shakes his head at Kang Yun's suggestion.

"I don't think they're rescheduling because of the choreographer. Don't you think we should find a way?"

Various options were available, but no obvious solutions were found.

Professor Chanyang who was listening quietly said.

"By the way, don't you have a classical choreographer?"

I shook my head, sighing briefly.

"I do. But as a newcomer, I'm incapable of digesting this scale..."

"Let's meet first."

When Kang Yoon cut off his words, Lee Hyun-ji opened her eyes wide and looked at him.

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"I agree if you want to raise a new choreographer. Why does it have to be a world stage?"

Lee Hyun-si shook her head.

Since the world was created, you've left the biggest project to an untested newcomer. It was absurd. Even though Kang Yun was holding on to the plan, if the choreographer was bad, there could be a big disruption to the performance.

Professor Chanyang, who was listening quietly, asked me to look at the horse.

"There are a lot of singers, and they all have their own style. Your performance is more important than any other performance."

They were all reasonable words.

Kang Yun, who was thinking for a moment, nodded.

"If so, Director. I was going to meet you tomorrow. Why don't you join me?"

"That would be great."

The next day.

A classical choreographer has arrived at the World Studio.

Thin and eyeless, she walks into the presidential room, repairing her cubicle-embedded horn rims.

"Welcome."

The choreographer looked at the two of them thoroughly.

When I was working as an assistant choreographer, I encountered Kang Yun several times, but it was the first time I encountered Lee.

'No kidding.'

Maybe it's because of the title of the director. I felt a chill in the way I looked at myself. The waist was particularly upright.

After a refreshment and a mild recession, Kang Yoon brought the matter up.

"I called you because I wanted to leave the concert with the director."

Kang Yoon came up with the plan.

Choreographer swallowed a saliva. The eyes of Lee were even deeper as I watched.

The facial expression of the choreographer who was reading the draft became more and more firm.

"It's not going to be easy. Lots of cast. I'd say four hours is more than enough time. Or maybe five more hours..."

When direct questions came from Kang Yoon, the choreographer was silent.

I've heard rumors that there's going to be a big project at the company, but I never imagined it would come to me...

I shot a cool glance at Lee Hyunji's jaw.

"There are other opportunities for a sympathetic director."

The director didn't seem to hate it. He wasn't stopping the movers.

What's the point? Is it a test? I twisted my head.

Kang Yoon said.

"Just think of one thing. The sympathy director can afford this concert. It's up to us to decide whether or not to go to Hong Kong."

"Still..."

"That's what we're here for."

Kang Yoon frowned as he tried to relieve the burden.

"By the way, who am I to say that?"

Kang Yun shrugged his shoulders and Lee Hyun continued to bruise. It seemed like friends were fighting each other.

Seeing him, I smiled strangely. My mind was calm and my mind was clear.

'If we are singers... we are confident. Glass and other singers will need research.'

The public choreographer's face became comfortable.

Kang Yoon and Lee Hyun also looked at her and stopped bickering. Lee Hyun-si whispered in Kangyun's ear.

'I guess you've decided. I don't think that's the way I want to go... "

When Lee takes a short sigh, the choreographer is confident

"You can."

Unlike a little while ago, Lee Hyun's complexion was hard.

"Let's be honest. I'm the one who thinks it's unsettling for a sympathetic director to be in charge."

"I understand. I'm an unverified newcomer for this level of performance."

"I'm sorry, but I'd like a more qualified member of the board to take over. I know it's hard, but..."

Boom.

The choreographer hit the table.

"Just give me a week. Don't worry, I'll blow it clean."

"If you give it time, does it make a difference?"

"Not only will I bring you a plan that will make sense to everyone."

The voice of the choreographer was convinced. Lee Hyun-seo, who was thinking about it for a moment, boldly nodded.

"Okay, I'll wait. But I want you to know, this week is not free."

"I'm getting ready."

"You can't help him either. It's a promise between women."

The choreographer went back with a heavy assignment.

After she returned, Kang Yoon asked.

"That's generous. We don't have a week to spare..."

Lee turned to the window and replied with a small voice.

"I guess I felt bad. I felt good. Maybe not. You should keep looking for other choreographers. I don't know."

Kang Yun nodded.

I knew she was more like Carl than anyone.

The next morning, an early morning choreographer came to the chairman's office. It was to write contingencies based on the plan. Kang Yoon said he would email me, but he said he wanted to hear more from the organizer himself.

The door secretary drank the tea, and the two of them wrapped their heads.

"Do I have to sort the order myself?"

Kang Yoon nodded his head, and his eyes widened.

"But... you must have thought of something. You're good at choreography. Even when I'm performing in the United States..."

Kang Yoon put down the cup of tea.

"I'm not an expert in choreography. I'm an expert on empathy."

It meant that I was going to leave all the power over the choreography. I felt the weight.

The eyes of the choreographer became more intense.

"... I'll do my best."

"Continue. And..."

Kang Yoon continued to explain.

Speaking of concerts, the choreographer had questions.

"The Fidale Centre is a small place to sign."

"They say it's a small dome concert that holds 20,000 people."

The choreographer laughed awkwardly.

It was because the projects that had been carried out in the world were so large that 20,000 people felt small.

Kang Yoon picked up a pen and continued the conversation with an explanation in the margin.

"Content is more important than any concert."

The budget that entered Kang Yun's words was enormous. The budget is tight enough to hold two or three regular concerts.

Maybe it's the tension.

The complexion of the choreographer became increasingly stiff. Kang Yoon, who felt her tired tone, put down the pen.

"Well done. The team will be assisted by Mr. Choi and please contact me as soon as you need anything."

"Yes, thank you, Chairman."

After the choreographer returned, Kang Yoon-do left the room.

Since that day.

Kang Yoon also took part in concert planning. After attending the venue, we started selecting equipment companies and sponsoring them. Choosing an agency was not difficult because it is already known as Kang Yun's reputation, but sponsoring was not easy.

"The concert is smaller than I thought. I was hoping that World Chairman would do it himself..."

Companies that had been thinking about big outdoor concerts had not decided to sponsor them after seeing relatively small concerts.

"As you know, our fanbase is not limited to Korea. We're also negotiating with tourist agencies for international fans. There will be no shortage of promotions."

"Can you give me some time to think? There's also a big concert at the time..."

Kang Yoon went out to see the president, director, etc. throughout the week, but was unsuccessful.

A large corporate marketer has even made a puzzling offer.

"Oh, what about these conditions? World Stage? Put my company logo in front of this. Then…"

It was an offer from the Director of Marketing for Large Enterprises. Kang Yun almost got angry for a moment, but he endured it.

You're not in charge, you're just going to put a spoon in marketing. I tried to refuse, but my insides were boiling for a few days.

That went on for a week. It's time for your promise.

Kang Yoon sat in the director's room with Choreographer and Lee Hyun.

"Let's see."

Lee Hyun opened the documents brought by the choreographer.

There was a lot of content from stage design to conti, etc. Lee Hyun-seo, who even wore glasses, examined the documents carefully.

"Neat."

I liked the strategy of covering the floor of the stage with LEDs, which allowed me to differentiate between singers.

There, I met and talked to the singers precisely, and it matched the characteristics of the number.

"Really?"

Lee's head swung back to Kang Yoon. You did this on your own? It made no sense.

Towards dubious Lee, Kang Yoon shrugs without a word.

The choreographer said.

"As you said, I assumed the Guro Fidale Center. Opening is Ethiopia, and closing is a joint effort..."

My eyebrows kept twitching the whole time I heard the description.

I wasn't an expert on performance. She was the director of singer management. Above the Wind Moon, I was able to recite. Based on that, I looked into it, but there was no flaw.

"... what did you think?"

Eventually, Lee Hyun turned his eyes to Kang Yoon. Kang Yoon put down the teacup and handed over the documents. One chapter, every time I passed the paperwork, the eyes of the choreographer shook.

After completing the review, Kang Yoon put down the documents.

"When Lee Jun-seol sings, there's a time to turn off all the lights in the audience. Is there a reason?"

"I'm singing with no accompaniment, just my voice. This will be the highlight of Lee Jun-heol's stage."

Kang Yoon picked up a pen and wrote something on the continent that said Lee Jun-seol.

"Lee Jun Yeol is a style that burns only when the audience is in the spotlight."

"Oh…"

Choreographer Park Ho-jin made a loud noise. It was a mistake not thinking about the characteristics of the singer.

Kang Yoon turned over the page and wrote another note on the diS margin.

"In the case of DS, especially Jingyeong Kim is the opposite. Yun Hye-rin is afraid of heights, so this device must be about three meters. We shouldn't build in places like this. because it makes a small voice."

The public choreographer's face darkened.

I couldn't understand the singer's characteristics, so I wrote the wrong contingent. These mistakes were fatal.

Throughout the week, I chased after the singers, and it became colorless.

Kang Yoon smiled at the sighing choreographer.

"At least... that's good. Enough to work with."

At that moment, the choreographer's complexion brightened.

Lee Hyun also nodded silently.

"Thank you. I'm doing my best..."

"Not the best, but the best. Well."

"Of course."

Thanks to the scary stories of Lee, I was happy to go to the choreography.

It was the moment when a new recruit named Hwang Ho-jin entered the world stage.

It was past 10: 00 at night, but Kang Yun's computer was still on.

Hanging around preparing for the concert, there were a lot of things that couldn't be done. Thanks to you, it was night again.

'Itzwein shouldn't operate like this.'

Looking at the report, Kang Yun filled his tongue.

Some of them are currently operating in Finestock, and some are in the ocean.

Eatspine split in two.

As the world teamed up with Seyes instead of Finestock, Itzwein was on the brink of becoming famous, but the place was filled with desperation. Along with him began the transformation of Itzheine.

First, the ultra-high quality service that was the main one required an additional fee.

The indie music service, which has nurtured so many manias, has also disappeared. It was because the profit Itzheimer took was raised from 30% to 40%.

Instead, they introduced broadcast VOD services, but they were useless to people who used Itzhpin. Some welcomed him, but few.

Kang Yoon's face was dark.

'... the basics are the most important. Sound recordings should be heard.'

The downfall of Itzheimer's was... bitter.

Boom.

Suddenly, the door opened. Although he was surprised, Kang Yoon dared to look at the door.

"Playing."

I'm not surprised anymore. Jua looks at Kang Yun with a fat face.

"What a surprise. It's night. Aren't you going to work?"

"What are you doing here at night?"

We didn't lose a word to each other.

After turning off the computer, Kang Yoon and Jua head to a nearby bar.

Both of them frowned coolly at the taste of the beer they drank.

"Yuck. This is good. Brother, I..."

"Why? Because of Ms. Won?"

"That's fine. I agreed to sign it."

When Kang Yun was surprised, Jua emptied out 500cc of beer in one go.

"Oh, really?"

"He's doing better than I thought. I don't know if it suits me, but... it's a lot of work. So…"

Jua has been talking about the marquee for a long time. Kang Yoon poured out a glass and listened to her.

By the time their faces were red, Jua looked at Kang Yoon as she was shaking.

"Heh heh. You said you were going to a concert."

"Why? Let me in?"

"No, why would I?"

Jua grins and gives out a drink. Kang Yoon slammed into the glass and emptied the beer jar.

Jua, who emptied another 500cc of beer, opened her eyes with a shrug looking at Kangyun.

"Let's put a singer in your concert."

"What?"

"You're pretty, you're good... Ow! Ow!"

Kang Yun quietly rubs her head with his fist.

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