King of the Last Drama

'Damn, I've only spent so much time.'

[Even so. You didn't have any real speed.]

Me and Senior Kim Chul left the meeting room grumbling.

Supporting Production Cost? I'll give it to you, but I'm not desperate enough to put up with a cock like that.

What's important now is how to raise the bar diagram of the drama.

It was not a matter of discussing it with Kim Chul, Senior Kyung, or Seo-yerin.

[Screaming, I said I don't know. And Seo-yerin? Are you insane?]

· · · Even so.

It was a while ago.

Ever since the screening of The Sculpture Doll, there has been a fashionable way to match the plural lines of "Live Like a Theatre" among Internet netizens.

Most of them were laughing and forced to move on, but not even me, some PD? There were some elements that I couldn't think of.

And some of them grew more and more as people flocked and poured out.

"Yes? I'm sorry, I don't know."

This is how the writer, Ms. Kee, reacted.

I don't know if I'm a PD, I don't know if I'm a writer, and that can't exist.

Even so, there were too many coincidences.

"Ah!"

"What's wrong?"

"Sister Yerin! Yerin may be checking his hand instead of his sister!"

"Writer Stan?"

· · · There is definitely a possibility.

But I didn't feel the big change when I received the script, either, from the PD or the writer.

"Of course."

I sighed as I went to see the calligrapher.

The manuscripts that have not yet been scripted are piled up on the desk.

"No matter how powerful you are, if you modify it to the best of your knowledge, it will blur Gia's distinctive color. So I just saw a little hand on a line that I couldn't even notice."

I don't stop talking and making fun of my hands.

I became like a woodpecker.

"A little?"

"Well, change the order of ambassadors a little bit, correct the sentence, put in a little bit of an implication, or something like that. It's a crude number."

"· · · · · ·."

It doesn't look like much. I feel ashamed to be a topic of concern.

Even though dozens of such elements are organized on the Internet and praised as big drawings.

In Seo-yerin's appearance, Kim Chol was forced to fear.

[You put a line on that horrible article? So naturally that we can't even notice who we're writing to?]

'· · · · · ·.'

He even stuttered, and I got bored too.

I once described Kim Chul as' the natural enemy of Mak Jan Drama 'with a calligrapher.

However, I was able to retrieve the calligraphy in my judgment that I would still be able to control it in the scripted position.

· · · · It was an underestimation without a comforting partner.

Seo-yerin is not a natural person. It is a disaster beyond that.

[· · · Hyun-Seok. Somehow I have to see the battle in this work.]

Senior Burr trembled.

[A person who can give the screenplay of the writer a chance. How could we dare turn this man's writing into a curtain?]

"Fuck" and "Dare".

I've never heard Kim Chul Sunbae use this expression to lower himself.

It was indeed appalling.

"Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa."

Unlike us who were bored, Keeping looked at her with a glittering glance.

The calligrapher turns her face shamefully.

"By the way, I never thought people would find out this well. It was half self-satisfying."

I see you smiling shyly.

"The level of people you see is greater than you think. I have to work hard to satisfy my eye level even when I write."

"· · · · · ·."

I had a terrible eye.

The laughter before my eyes and the cynicism of the calligrapher in my memory overlap.

It's not your fault. You've worked really hard. Those idiots who can't even see right with their eyes on them are the problem.

Let's see where it is. I'll pour it down your throat to match your taste.

Mr. Hyun-seok, at that time · · · ·.

While I was silent, the keeper approached Seo-yerin.

"Sister! Give me the secret, too! Next time, I want to write the same article," Research Journal "!"

[Stop it now, Hyun-Seok! What are you doing? We're all gonna die!]

I woke up only after Kim Chul-soo screamed so loudly.

#

In the meantime, the story of "Living Like a Theatre" flowed smoothly.

After Han-support reveals his identity in 15 paintings, Zhang Chang is in fact bound to Han-support. In the meantime, I have lost contact with Lee Gwang-jin.

But I didn't say I was resistant or anything.

He lost his husband and burned only with vengeance for his in-laws. We've lost our target, so of course we'll be helpless.

Yes, that's right. Let it all go.

And Han-support clapped his hands as if he was happy with that attitude.

"This planet is just a crappy toy you don't have to obsess about. If you're my friend, of course you are.

Han-support placed Chungqiang next to his assistant.

But what the secretary says is that what she actually does is take care of a bad puppy and a cat.

Maybe he brought himself into a similar sensation to those animals.

Chongqi thought it was good as it was.

But such a situation did not last long. Chungqiang gradually establishes a confrontational angle with the support.

The heroine's kind personality, Jung Jung, and all the people who regarded me as my toy, were incompatible in the first place.

"Why would you do something like that?

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

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

"You!

"You care more and more about useless things. I don't want you to disappoint me anymore.

The unbearable Jeongyeong decides to take the lower pole award against an alien who eventually feels omnipotent.

And, I was convinced that Kim Chul Sunbae from the time was the best time to raise the bar.

"Hey, this PD. Are you serious?"

"Brother, are you sure you're okay?"

I pushed like a bulldozer, ignoring the worrying situation of Seo-yerin, of course.

The outcome is positive.

Mmm.

· · · Finally, a rebroadcast of the 18th edition of the restroom TV is being broadcast.

"I never thought I'd get this far. Aren't you tired?

I'm smiling inside the screen. Dress up in a gorgeous dress and wear fluffy jewellery and look like you'll be at a banquet anytime soon.

I've suffered all kinds of bad things because of you.

On the other hand, the edges are perfectly contrasted. He wears a helmet, wears a camouflage, and carries a machine gun.

Again, a machine gun.

MP7, which is exactly PDW.

It is the setting that the firearms flowing from the Jordanian and Egyptian government forces were sold directly.

Underneath the feet are debris from grenades that exploded and RPG7 that was just thrown away.

Foam is useless for choking and pointing a gun.

After looking at the screen, I moved my gaze to the window next to me.

The contents were the same three days ago.

The screening of the 18th edition of "Living Like a Theatre" has ended. The results are aggregated. · · · · · ·

Done. The average viewing rate is 20.8%, and the percentage of viewers who think of the drama as a barrier is 50%.

[· · · · · ·.]

"· · · · · ·."

[· · · It seems that the country is more insane.]

I bowed.

· · · What else do you want me to do over there?

I didn't feel anything. And it was furious.

"Senior, I was a fake."

I grabbed my fist.

The horse is making the ultimate bar drama and is mostly left to the keeper, but has never been in a position to treat the bar truthfully.

After all, I was nothing more than a normal A-grade PD who couldn't even get near the barracks without maintenance.

[· · · Do you feel embarrassed if you call yourself class A?]

'You can do SSS.'

[What, that title doesn't look like it.]

I'm getting depressed and my senior coughs a little.

Hey, Hyun-Seok. Raising the bar chart changes the way the viewers react. Do you really need to think only internally?]

"Yes?"

[You were from the competent bureau before, right?]

I looked back for a moment and opened my eyes wide.

#

MBS headquarters in Sangham-dong.

A PD standing in front of a CP who smokes a cigarette in a smoking room somewhere frowns.

CP takes a small sigh as he breaks the buttocks.

"Yeon-chul, how can you rebound?"

"· · · · · ·."

Zhang Yeon-cheol PD twisted his face. But I couldn't even open my mouth.

"Once you get SBC, you're not a bad grader. No, but..."

CP closed his mouth again.

I know Jeongyeon Railway. The center of the subject has completely crossed the KBC.

Investors will not like it at all, and Zec Moon is so big that it costs so much capital.

But there is no Dory.

Not only did Jang Yeon Chul make a mistake, but the KBC hit him, and the "Zec Moon" is basically every quiet melody.

Now you can't come and give impact by riding a horse roller coaster like "Live like a play".

But if you stay still, there will only be more difference.

Zhang Yeon Chul, who was thinking about it, recently threw a heavy number and tried to get MSG to respond.

But the viewers reacted cheaply.

The viewing rate of "Living Like a Theatre" increased by 21% in the 18th century, while "The New Moon" fell by 17% to the point of jeopardizing the Great Lakes.

Now it's too vague a rival relationship.

I have to do something.

But I don't see a way.

The target is too messy.

Even Zhang Yeong-cheol, who entered the eighth year of his career, never guessed where that drama was going.

In the end, Zhang Yeon-chul had to bite his lips and bow his head.

What the hell am I supposed to do with a lunatic who tells a girl Idol an anti-tank rocket?

"Uh-huh."

"I don't think so."

CP kicked his tongue in small and opened his face. Then I knocked on my shoulder.

"All right, let's just take it easy. It's money anyway. If you export it to Hong Ji Ho's face, you can fill it. Don't be clumsy and don't eat KBC, let's go as we used to."

"· · · Yes."

"Oh, bad luck. I don't know why I started this at the time of the dragon in our SBC or the opening."

CP shakes his head and leaves the smoking room smiling.

Zhang Yeon-chul stands still and slams the wall as CP disappears completely.

"Damn it! Damn it!"

Few times, Zhang Yeon-chul, who hit the wall, couldn't beat my temper and kicked me to the trash.

Tobacco butts that fall on top of each other.

"Damn it!"

In humiliation that he had never experienced before in his life, Jang Jeong-cheol grinded it gently.

It was no exaggeration to say that his last eight years were a period marked by success. Occasionally, the culprits came out, but there were no major losses, and usually outperformed the average.

No matter how big the chance, I don't go where I can lose.

That was his philosophy of life, and he has kept this very thoroughly.

And I succeeded.

However, at the pinnacle of his life, before moving on to CP, with a budget of hundreds of billions of won, he grabbed his ankle thoroughly.

'If this happens, all the successes before it will lose their light.'

People will not remember his previous success rate.

I will just remember and laugh at the blockbuster-class drama with the red flag.

The face of Zhang Jeong Chul, who imagined the shape, became prominent.

I can't do that.

I cannot tolerate that.

Even though I went to the body, I remembered the tongue that dared to bite me and the face of Lee Hyun-seok who laughed coldly at me.

Zhang Yeon-chul thought that the bear had done something for a long time.

It was the cell phone he took out at the end.

Once I made up my mind, my actions were quick.

He starts turning his phone around relentlessly.

"Uh, reporter Kim? It's me. I need you to do something for me."

"Mr. Park? Yes, Jang Yeong-cheol. I'm sorry, but there's something I need your help with."

"Writer Jung. Haha, yes. Did you get in well last time? · · · · · · ·, not different."

Zhang Yeon-chul's lips were cruelly distorted.

I win by mobilizing all means.

Don't resent me, Lee Hyun-seok. The sun chick may not know it, but the world is all like this.

#

[This · · · What the hell · · · ·.]

Kim Chul's elder stuttered with disappointment. I couldn't believe the situation in front of my eyes.

I felt the same way. However, the situation remained unchanged, even though the eyes were closed a few times.

When I woke up asleep in the bedroom, the article said "Live like a play" all night long.

It was also published at a similar time as the critic, whose name was known, was weaved.

It was just not as good as one.

Park Seung-dae's critic, "Living Like a Theatre," is just a drama that is overrated, cheap and cheap. "

Lee Hyun-gyu, director, tried to wrap the bar as an impact, but it ended up being nothing more than a bar. "

Jung Euljin writes, "Like a play", has found no subject or meaning, so we have to move away from unrealistic drama. "

Tens of thousands of readings were spreading in an instant on SNS and viewing articles, hundreds and thousands of them.

I looked at Kim Chul Sunbae in a frozen state. Can this happen to the world?

'Senior.'

[Come.]

Kim Chul Sunbae closes her eyes.

His eyes were filled with emotions.

[I don't know what's going on, but the sky helped!]

'Yes! How did this happen!'