King of the Last Drama

When Yoo Seung Hun CP entered the President's office, he was looking at his work alone.

You seem uncomfortable planting.

"What happened?"

"What was that?"

Yoon Seung Hun laughed in a poignant tone.

"No, why are you so grumpy?"

"I just cut it off right in front of my nose, and I thought, well, would that feel good?"

"If Lee Hyun-seok PD had accepted the offer, he would have been more thorough. You're getting a little old, brother."

"This one."

It's been a long time since the president and CP have been doing the homologation.

The president, who had been twitching his eyebrows for a while, sighed less than a minute.

"You're CP now, too. There was a lot of young, abandoned new recruits that I just came in on CP Month."

"The CP I gave you."

"If that's the case, I'm the trouser boss. It's my job to be drawn to the board."

Drag your body behind the chair with a smile.

"I'm sorry I didn't pay much attention to the drama. There's a lot of trouble under him."

"I know you're not bothered by this side."

Yoo Seung Hun CP shakes his head.

"And it's me, nothing. Lee Hyun-Seok PD is really struggling."

"· · · I guess so."

The president closed his eyes.

It was not long after Lee Hyun-Seok was elected president.

Most of the senior positions at the production headquarters of the Drama Nation are covered by the board of directors.

As an undercover president, who was also busy arguing with the headquarters, I couldn't reach one AD.

"It's great to have jumped all the way here in the absence of anything like that."

"Yes, it's crazy to buy the hearts of the people around you."

After the incident today, people called Yoon Seung-hoon.

I can't get in touch with Lee Hyun-seok PD. Please explain the situation. What are you going to do about it? Is there anything I can do to help?

Baek Mi was the one who came running to BonduNan's feet at dawn.

In just a few hours, Yoon Seung Hun felt even smaller as she dressed up as usual and floated her newborn next to Lee Hyun-seok.

"This Fiddy doesn't know how good his qualities are. It's a pity."

"So if you're going to go out there, you're bound to go out with me. I thought I was going to die picking three."

He laughed, knowing that Yoo Seung Hun was floating Nurse, but he was never joking.

In particular, the calligrapher was furious with the deterioration of why she couldn't go out.

When Yoo Seung Hun tried to follow him, Seo Soo-hyun, who called, was furious and tried to recall Yoo Seung Hun.

Yoo Seung Hun hoped that the familiarity fight that started because of him would not last long.

"Hhh, Seo Soo-hyun is a crazy person, too. Last time he called me and said," Live like a play. ""

"Yes, you do."

"The funny thing is, I see it. They always say it's a loss."

He said he killed her.

"And again, what did he say? Ah. I'm packing around, but I was just trying to make a normal drama, and he said it was a little squeaky."

"· · · That's a little too much."

Yoo Seung Hun said a little dissatisfied.

"The Amman calligrapher has ruined the planting, so it's not grown-up."

There is no denying that Lee Hyun-seok PD and the writer tried to make a new challenge, whether they were praising him for "living like a play."

I can't help but insist that it was a blockage, but I don't think it was even intended to make a blockage. There was no syllable.

"It's because I'm a writer or because I'm older. I took the time, too, but I honestly don't know."

The president shakes his head.

"So I'm actually looking forward to writing with my nephew rather than this Fiddy work right now."

I couldn't agree with Yoo Seung Hun.

Unlike the novice, Seo Soo-hyun has already done enough as an assistant.

The chemical reactions that come with Lee Hyun-Seok, who is already recognized for his poor performance, must be more than imaginable.

"Well, I don't know if it's a cliché, but I've been thinking about it."

"What is it?"

"Luxury isn't just a good writer. You have to smell like someone who makes Fiddy himself."

He covered the paperwork that was spread out on the desk.

"I mean. In that respect, Lee Hyun-suk thinks he has the qualities to be the best fancy drama feed."

#

'The important thing is a sustainable curtain.'

I emphasized.

Kim Chul's elder was dumbfounded.

[Sustainable · · What?]

'That's what we did last time, Senior.'

After barely exiting the presidential suite that felt like an ambush, Kim and Seol were relaxing in a rare restroom.

'Extremely, raising the bar is easy. Even in the next week, when the choreographers suddenly come out of nowhere and say hello to the viewers, they'll be 90 percent ridiculous.'

[· · · Really?]

Kim Chul Sunbae voiced skepticism.

[You have Seo-yerin. If it's that monster, even Kang Kang Dance.]

I grumbled and stumbled with great anger on purpose.

'No matter how clever the writer is, he's not that monster, Senior! Why did you lose your energy so much? Where did you take the beatings of the Three Grand Slams?!'

[· · · If that damn career is as helpful as it looks right now, I'll give you some confidence.]

Oh, my God. Even a quarantine system is useless.

I couldn't help but bow my head in grief after hearing what I said to the blue junior.

My idol has always been shattered.

It's all your fault, you son of a bitch!]

Kim Cheol was unreasonably angry.

[· · · I understand what you want to say anyway. You were right.]

But he nodded within.

[You have to convince writers and performers, or silence them, to put in a nonsensical element like a can-cang dance or something, is that the problem?]

'Yes, it would be a good thing if the results were good. If not, · · · · ·.'

[Charisma is crushed.]

The senior shook his head.

[The one with the megaphone is the scariest, that's all.]

After all, the reason we try to take 90 percent of the bars is to achieve our wishes in better conditions.

If we just want to reduce the viewing rate by five percent at the target point and have a future as a producer afterwards, there is no real preaching.

[· · · But if you only look for a barrier within a given one, you don't get caught by Seo-yerin and Lee.]

Kim Chul said depressingly.

It's both a storyteller and an impact that builds continually on probability, and a devastating opponent of brainwashing.

In other words, me and Kim Chul Sunbae avoided the trap of the writer Seo-yerin, and the bomb that often explodes means that Lee, too, must somehow suppress it and walk toward the barracks.

Oh, my God.

How profound was the last drama that I ever considered so amusing.

[· · · definitely not.]

'Anyway, now Talk Band is the top priority, but in the end, the drama itself has to be supported. Now, you, too!'

[I'd rather go once again. No, I'll go twice. Can't you use that as a chara? Huh?]

#

"One PD, isn't this a different promise? What's so special about it?"

The clumsy singer snorts out a little and openly slaps her tongue with the eyes of the manager next to her.

"I'm sorry."

And in front of him, Han Jae-yeon PD lowered his head.

Kim Dogyeom.

A singer from Idol, who was quite popular until a few years ago, is preparing a comeback with a recent new album.

He was originally a guest in the Talk Band next week.

The manager next door shook, and his tongue was full.

You decided to focus on our dogyeom instead of "Talk Band"? If you come out of nowhere like this, it's hard for us. "

Han Jae-yeon PD sighed deeply.

I certainly made that suggestion.

But the pre- and post-war relationship was completely the opposite.

In the first place, Kim Dogyeom thought he was halfway broken because he had not confirmed his answer and contacted Lee Hyun-seok PD.

However, I was encouraged not to think about it, but I ended up with a special program called "Living Like a Theatre", where hot people are tied together these days.

You have no choice but to make it with your feet to ensure your viewing.

It was also an opportunity that I had never had in my years as a competent bureaucrat.

Han Jae-yeon PD had no intention of moving as energetically as possible in this chance again.

Not until the two of you come and write a bunch of news.

"· · · If so, why not delay your appearances by one week?"

"I've already announced the release date of the album. We can never act."

"· · · · · ·."

Completely disobeyed.

If it was a PD with some power, I would have kicked him out with a shout, "Are you kidding me now?" The relationship between the station and its affiliates is usually the same.

However, in recent years, Hanjae-jeong has fallen out of the snow with an incredibly difficult one-sided program, and KDS Entertainment, a subsidiary of Kim Dogyeom, is overwhelmingly number one in the talent section.

The little program or the rolling PD was not an easy opponent.

Han Jae-yeon, who had not heard where this arrangement came from, was only able to see it soothed.

"We'll take as much as we can. So don't do that too much."

"Fiddy, don't you know who I am?"

Kim Dogyeom, who was standing next to the manager, frowned.

"It's Kim Dogyeom, Kim Dogyeom. You know this isn't the level to be in a snot-nosed program, right?"

The PDs of the snotty program were silent.

"Dogyeom, tone."

"· · · Sorry."

Kim Dogyeom reluctantly apologized when the manager made an impression.

But it wasn't a vote of apology at all.

Certainly the old Kim Dogyeom was a very popular idol.

It wasn't until the scandal erupted, the assault, and it was a long time ago.

Besides, I think I've been condensing a little more since I saw the cock.

Han Jae-yeon PD sighed. Even though Amman's viewing rate was in a hurry, I don't know if it was a mistake to authorize such a hit.

I don't think I can easily send it back. Why not?

I was thinking about it that way.

"Han PD, you're here."

From a distance, a man walks with a spatula.

It's sharp. It's a rough impression.

No matter how much you look at it, it's not the station. It's the face you need to see a lot elsewhere.

A man approaching turned his gaze.

"What about these two?"

Kim Dogyeom and his manager were overwhelmed and backed out.

Han Jae-yeon's PD was small. I felt a little comfortable.

"These are the panellists who will be appearing together, Lee Hyun-seok PD."

"Is that so?"

A man frowns slightly as he nods.

I stare at Kim Dogyeom, who doesn't have anything.

Kim Dogyeom rolled his eyes.

"· · · This PD?"

"Oh, I'm sorry."

A man apologized with a face that didn't look sorry at all.

"There's someone who's making some kind of silly joke."