King of the Last Drama

Seo Soo-hyun.

I think I'm a little upset right now, but I'm a big writer who visited the station in person just to upset me during the peak season.

Even though the value of your name is great, none of the actors belonging to the 'division' are at the level that CP can't even deal with.

Such a giant opened his mouth.

"I used to think of KBC as my front yard, so I knew a strange tradition. Do you want to take someone out of the drama you've been filming lately?"

"Well, that's not the case."

"So what am I looking at now?"

The dormant CP has no excuses for mooring, but only sweat.

Bae Jae-yun quickly stepped out because he didn't know how scary he was.

"No, writer. This is a shortage of people because the 1st team planning is inevitable!"

"Be quiet. There's something like a Yankee that grows up to say."

The harsh expression of the word 'Yanachi' was not a loud angry voice.

On the other hand, it's a very bold and soft tone.

And I've had some experience matching it with my nephew, the writer of calligraphy.

That's a sign before it explodes.

"What, are you trying to teach me kindly that I had less water on the station than you?"

"That · · · · · ·."

However, Bae Jae-yun didn't know, and tried to say "Huddle Moore." The dormant CP swiftly stops his mouth.

· · · It was a little sad.

"I'm sorry! I don't know what he's doing because he's young."

"Yeah, I'll teach you a lesson. I doubt my parents' dignity when I get old."

"· · · Yes."

"And there's one more person to apologize to, isn't there?"

When Seo Soo-hyun jaws, the ship's motive is evil. An angry gaze passed through me.

However, the ship's motive for not leaving the CP position as a ghost stop eventually hardened his face and bowed to me.

"No, this PD. The situation is so urgent, I think I threw an irrational number. I will withdraw everything I said."

"I'll take it."

I nodded.

"But I need you to change them. You don't have to take people who don't like it here."

I still feel a lack of competence from the staff.

Even if you're only playing with dizzy aces now, you'll be forced to listen to the Brainstormer CP.

It's a good opportunity.

"I want you to stay out of my sight if you can."

Writer Seo Soo-hyun summed up with a passing voice.

"Political with drama, I really hate it."

The lighting director and the staff behind the butterflies were dull.

Seo Soo-hyun's "don't stand out" means that not only you, but the actors in your division will boycott all of the drama included in the production.

It is in fact a death sentence.

"Well, that's..."

I look at the dormant CP with a mourning eye and look back at me.

[Open your eyes. There's a guy named director and a scumbag who plays politics or scum on a topic he's participating in planning.]

Kim Chul Sunbae made a swearing speech. A slightly cooler look.

Mmm.

What Seo Soo-hyun did all the way here was unexpected to me as well.

But what, there's Dory. Even though they've seen their faces for years, I can't save a saint who gets beaten up and beaten up.

When I look at what I see, most of the time I stretch my head without strength.

"Your nephew CP needs a little time, too, right?"

"· · · I will put you to bed for a while."

"Good."

Seo Soo-hyun nodded with dignity. Bae Jae-yun's face turned red, but he couldn't even say Moore.

The crew of the ship CP, who came back in the first place, left to become a straggler.

[It's all cool.]

When I saw him, Kim Chul changed his nose fart.

A little tears subsided.

[· · · Did you know? That those bastards are gonna suck today.]

"No."

[Then why did you call Seo-yerin.]

'Gia insisted on calling her sister.'

[· · · Lee Hyun-seok.]

'It's really not a big deal. It's just that I used to come in and out of the boat once and try to hit the skin. I saw a calligrapher at the time, and I was right off the tail, and now it's just Gia, so I've been singing in time.'

[What's not to be expected now?]

'Who expects this? Crazy CP, Seo Soo-hyun writer, who's trying to get his staff out of the conspiracy, or a giant who's playing along with his nephew.'

[Even so.]

Kim Chul Sunbae laughed.

[It seems that Writer Seo Soo-hyun helped you, but he is not your ally.]

"Yes?"

The writer Seo Soo-hyun approached me while I was mutiny.

"Yes. Are you Lee Hyun-seok PD?"

"Yes, let it go, writer."

"It's okay. I don't want to get along that well."

A horse with bones, an eye with thorns.

"· · · What kind of face did you flirt with our nephew, and what kind of thief did you look like?"

"Aunt!"

"My aunt also has ears, my dear."

Ignores the calligrapher who yells aloud.

"I heard about this PD situation. It must have been a hard time."

"I am very grateful to you for arranging for me so many actors."

"· · · · · ·."

Even though I bowed my head, I was so annoyed.

What did I do?

"I hope it goes well. I hope you don't like the drama you're making."

"· · · Yes."

That's it.

The intangible element of the smell of human life becomes a philosophy after forty years.

And Seo Soo-hyun is the one who actually did it and did it.

I'm sure I'm forced to stand at the end of the pole.

"I looked at the screenplay and doubted my eyes. Are you really making this whole messed-up story?"

It was the moment that Seo-yerin tried to wrinkle her face and tell her to moor.

"There!"

"Huh?"

"The script was written by me. If you have something to rebuke me for, don't be a PD brother!"

"· · · · · ·."

Keeping his eyes closed, he went out. The moment the writer saw him, Seo Soo-hyun closed his mouth.

I was a little surprised by the much younger haircut than I thought.

[No, I don't think so.]

"Yes?"

[Seo-yerin looks surprised.]

Seo Soo-hyun, who had been silent for a while, said:

"Lee Hyun-seok PD."

"Yes, writer."

"Did you pay the author for this child?"

"Yes, I paid 10 first."

I tried my best, but I wanted to put it right away so I could write part-time.

He dreamed of a playwright, but he didn't know how much he was freezing. When a large amount of money was on his bank account one day, he panicked and called the police.

What a fool to say, what to say.

"But how do you let a girl do that?"

"· · · · · ·?"

The calligrapher shrieks as I tilt my head.

"Gia! I told you to eat everything you want to eat when you get paid! That way you can write! Why are you still in an abyss?"

"The upper and lower geometry seems to be a bit harsh."

He kept scratching his cheeks and laughed bashfully.

"Maybe the drama didn't go well, but it was a bit of a waste of time. Ten quarters of the money you received in the first place is enough to buy two months."

"I don't call living like a human being a waste!"

The screaming calligrapher snaps.

"This PD, I saw it wrong! How can a person be so indifferent?!"

"Uh, um..."

"Gia, we'll take you now. Are you okay?!"

"Yes · · · ·."

If I said 'no', it was likely to catch me and kill me.

That's how the three writers left in a stormy mood.

I've been standing there for a while.

The ghost next to him had a similar look.

I asked.

'· · · Senior, was it that bad?'

[Well, I don't know. Even though the clothes were a little old, you wore them neatly. And it's rather old-fashioned.]

'Right?'

[Yes.]

Recently, for the first time, the senior who agreed with me nodded side-by-side.

"The actors and the staff didn't say anything. '

[· · · It's a little vague to say something. If you ask a young boy why he wears it so lame, he'll be a jerk.]

'· · · · · ·.'

[· · · · · ·.]

A moment of silence passed.

I asked.

Do you know the girl's clothes? '

[Looks like we got a glimpse, so let's ask the store staff.]

And three days later.

She said, "Outsiders are forbidden to enter!" There was a puzzling heffing in the way of Minjae who was shouting.

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Hanyumi bites her lips in front of her eyes. On the other hand, the transfer is calmly faceless.

"Why would you do something like that?

"Well, Dorian, I'd like to ask you why you act like that.

The relaxed hand grabs the jaw.

"It is natural to choose the latter between efficiency and inefficiency. I don't get it. That's why you should be adopted.

"You!

But, that's weird. Yes, that kind of behavior.

The expression slowly bites.

Like dropping a drop of paint in the water in the Taiwan, the face begins to bite slowly with a loud wave.

Pretty interesting.

A word that seems sticky and sticky.

Only a middle-aged half-smile is left in the mouth, not a finishing tribute.

[· · · · · ·.]

"· · · cut!"

I shouted.

Staff wake up.

"Well done."

Lee Lee also bowed his head to me and was a little respectful of Han Yumi.

But Han-yumi, the heroine, doesn't even exist.

"Mr. Yumi?"

"· · · Yes? Oh, yes! Well done!"

Hanyumi nodded his head as if he was still awake.

Again, as the staff began to move reluctantly, I glanced back.

'Why didn't you say anything this time?'

[· · · know and don't ask. That's right.]

"Haha."

[That's a complete monster.]

Kim Chul Sunbae is full of tongues.

[Who would believe that's the new guy who just started acting.]

'Yes, it was fine, but I think I added it. You're a good player.'

I turned my gaze.

Maintenance looks at the transfer as she leaves her position with an unknown eye.

You're doing that again.

"· · · Brother."

"Why."

"Can I change the script for the second half?"

I made a little impression.

"Again?"