King of the Last Drama

Seo-yerin realized that the beer he was holding had become completely exhausted and took out a new can and a decent rest.

"Give me an aunt, too?"

"Are you coming?"

They were sitting opposite each other and squid were vaginally dry.

Seo-yerin asked.

"Aunt."

"Why."

"What do I do to write a drama that has a lot of viewership?"

"· · · · · ·."

My nephew frowned at Seo Soo-hyun.

"Where did he get that weird water again? How many times have I told you? The origin of the word drama is · · · · ·."

"It came from the Greek word 'Dran', which means acting, so it's the essence of drama to cut out and give out the boring stories of people living in a moving world, all of which are nothing more than sleepy handicrafts. · · · I can't sit on my ears and memorize them now."

"Hmmm."

Writer Seo Soo-hyun coughed a little.

"Yes. That way, the viewing rate will follow."

"Yeah? And what if you use a brilliant scenario to compete with Hong Ji Ho or Ido or some third-rate neo-war drama? But you can still win?"

Seo Soo-hyun closed his mouth.

She is also a big hand in the broadcasting system. You have no idea what your nephew is talking about.

The third generation of cinema drama is about the planning of a new drama that MBS and SBC are preparing ambitiously, and Hong Ji Ho and Idona are the actors of the cinema with more than hundreds of millions in ransom.

And Seo-yerin just met with the PD of KBC who is in charge of planning for the new wave and the contemporary period.

"You seem to like Lee Hyun-suk's PD gradually."

"I liked it."

Seo-yerin closed his mouth.

There was no more conversation. My aunt and nephew drank without a word and went to bed with each other.

But Seo-yerin didn't sleep.

I liked it – can I simply express it that way?

Aunt Seo Soo-hyun, who was a strong supporter of Seo-yerin as a child.

But when she became an adult, one day she had to cross, but there was a wall that could never be crossed.

No one admits it purely, no matter how hard Seo-yerin writes.

PD and CPs praise and raise their voices on the outside, but in the end, they bite Writer Seo Soo-hyun.

In the end, it's just an understudy for my aunt.

I didn't write better because I didn't have enough.

At the same time, I didn't want to be ignored. I wore a mask and played a tough character.

But after so many years nothing changed. I thought there wouldn't be.

But for the first time today,

In this piece, I felt that possibility.

I met someone who recognized Seo-yerin as Seo-yerin.

A misguided critic who continues to criticize his work for hours that will not be his plan.

But everyone understands the writing deeply and stabs the point.

And you are.

Did you specify the title of this work?

No, not yet.

Jewelry Box in Research Journal . What do you think?

· · · · · ·!

It was actually a lie.

I only had a name in my mind.

And it was the same title that came out of Lee Hyun-seok PD's mouth.

Could this be a coincidence?

And maybe...

If it's not a coincidence, it's fate.

"· · · · · ·."

Seo-yerin woke up in bed.

He turned on the light and read out the manuscript he wrote.

I read the manuscript a few times and grabbed it still.

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[So.]

Kim Chol Sunbae stretched his arms.

[Since you kicked Seo-yerin like that, of course you have a good writer in mind, right?]

'Absolutely.'

I raised my nose confidently.

Not only the nostrils, but also the chunky scenario.

It was found in a previous contest by searching for the manuscript that was dropped from the 1st place.

[Keeping it?]

Kim Chul Sunbae raises his head.

[It's a name I've never heard before.]

"So what is this name? The youngest."

[You're a pretty long drama writer, aren't you? I hooked up with a plagiarism at the end of the day.]

"That's right."

I laughed.

The youngest writer debuted a few years later at the age of forty-six and was unusual enough to pour hits without breathing for nearly seven years.

In common with the work, a thorough bar tape.

"Usually, even if it's a full-blown drama, it's each of the authors. Of course, the features have to change. '

First of all, there are carcinogenic scenarios that turn people upside down, such as the secrets of birth, triangular relationships, hyperbolic relationships, overlapping misunderstandings, and incomprehensible behavior of characters.

Viewers scold, often unbearable, and turn the channel around, but eventually see it.

The most common and popular is this side.

On the other hand, there is a pathological line that makes the viewers freeze with a development that seems like a tortuous and drug-like disease.

The youngest writer was this way.

Face allocation, which was irritating, outrageous and unpredictable in the immediate future, was an exceptional talent that allowed people to continue their ridiculous flags.

'And later, it turned out that it was all his nephew's.'

[· · · keep it?]

'Yes, as you know, the keeper was already dead at the time.'

Kee was a young mother. My father also set up a shelter and rarely came into the house, so I ended up hiding my cult.

So she had to feed her two younger siblings by running part-time from junior high school.

And he died in an accident when he was twenty-two years old.

Unfortunate life as pictured.

But until now, it would have been forgotten without anyone's attention.

'When Jeonga died, her father couldn't reach her, so her brother came and acted as a resident. That was the youngest husband.'

And the youngest one discovers something while helping organize the artifact.

A bunch of manuscripts written with a pencil in a nice manuscript.

This was the scenario that Keeper used.

[Were you aiming for the writer?]

'I think so. Anyway, the youngest one seems to have read it quite impressively. Sneaky intercepted, moderately trimmed, struggled with the contest, and it burst into jackpots.'

[· · · · · ·.]

For some time, the youngest brother of Kee, who was being treated by the writer to a victory, was caught in a drama on TV as he was getting older.

She often shoved her old tofu in the trash before renovating it, but her two younger brothers picked it up and kept it.

When the situation became known, of course, condemnative public opinion exploded throughout the country. Journalists camped around the house of the youngest.

And this is what the youngest said at the time.

"Don't you think you should be thankful if you float a dead kid like this who hasn't seen the light? Complaint? Tell him to try. Copyright law is a felony. Who says he's dead?"

At the time, it was a groaning remark that people said that "reality is the best last drama."

Kim Chul Sunbae frowned.

[I heard about it, too, but it's a bitch.]

'Well, I was a little clumsy about the felony.'

The felony cannot be sued by a third party, except for the injured party, but the bereaved can take their place in the event of the victim's own death.

The youngest, who was confident, darkened his defeat in the first instance and became the atmosphere for lawsuits.

I offered a modest settlement to shake my heart, but my brothers said they didn't intend to do business with my sister's legacy.

[· · · You raised your siblings very well.]

'Yes, but this time it's better to raise them alive than dead.'

[Dammit. If you tell me such a behind-the-scenes story, I can't say anything.]

Kim Chul's elder grumbled and handed over the manuscript I gave him.

They say you can use a very weak physical force, but it looks like you can hand over paper.

[Really. The guy who wrote those hits dropped out of Contest 1. The station guys know what happened to the snow.]

Kim Chul, who was reading with his tongue, shut his mouth.

Just as the maestro recognized the maestro, Kim Chul Sunbae also noticed the genius of Keeping.

Kim Chul, who had been reading without a word for some time, looked at me as if he had seen a ghost - although of course he was a ghost.

[What is this?]

"Isn't that great?"

[Great · · · · ·?]

Kim Chul Sunbae seems to have been touched for a while.

[· · · Let me ask you a question. The heroine here, she was originally a designer, so why become a trot singer at the last minute?]

"The singer must have looked great."

[What is the scene where a dog and a cat that has nothing to do with the main body comes out useless and raises the wedding at the end?]

"You're cute."

Kim Chul sunbae heavily asked.

[Yeah, let's hit it all. But why would a male protagonist come out of nowhere in the middle of the second half without a sidewalk?]

"Well."

[You don't even have a reason to be an alien, this! It has nothing to do with the deployment and nothing to do with it!]

"Umm."

[And what? "I'm sorry, I wasn't actually Mars, I was Venus." What do you know?]

"· · · · · ·."

[The answer to that is, 'It's okay. I love any of you. Fuck, of course you are! It doesn't matter!]

I sighed a little.

"You don't think you're a senior either."

['Province'? I told you, you son of a bitch?!]

I was troubled when I heard the old age of Shining Senior Kim Chul with one ear.

At the time of death, the age of maintenance was twenty-two. He is currently eighteen. It's a blue gording.

The vagueness of the four-year gap was self-evident.

But I think it was a little more than I imagined.

A little? Commercial writing here means fucking carving becomes a mangrove and chicorita becomes a freak flower!]

"Garados and Merriff, sir. '

[Meganium, asshole!]

The elder, who had been scolding him for a long time, became an endless plea for help.

Hey, Hyun-Seok. Let's catch the calligrapher. This is no matter what you think. Let's start shooting up the good stuff and then think about it.]

"Mmm."

[Even if I was a fucking movie, I'd start with an independent movie alone, but that's not it. If it's a drama or something, you have to stick to the station to make it. You get fired, you get fired, you get fired.]

"· · · · · ·."

I was briefly troubled.

Of course, after four years, Keeping will evolve enough to write a piece that can be hit just by cutting it down.

But the deadline for not knowing what the thing that regressed me was five years.

I can't afford to wait four years for a situation that comes before my eyes right now.

I stood up from my seat.

"· · · · has decided."

[Yes, yes. Safety first. Let's go to safety first.]

Kim Chul gladly nodded.

"Let's keep the writer educated and evolve his attributes. Like Picachu evolved into a Leichu with the stones of electricity."

[It's the Stone of Lightning, you bastard!]