King of the Last Drama

Drama screenings have changed due to external factors.

The proportion of viewers who think of living like a play as a barrier is 44%.

"· · · · · ·."

[· · · well, of course it will decrease.]

Kim Chul and I, who were spending the night in the editorial room with each other, turned their eyes to pretend to be pretentious.

A few days from the recording of "Torque Band". I haven't left the main house yet, but I already know that the pictures of Kee are spreading on the Internet.

The firepower was so powerful that Han Yumi was the first person to show his face outside of the drama.

Take a look at the photos of the author here and try again.

b Dog, open the door, fuck!

b. I was wrong. Reflect.

b We don't know where to find the tea.

b No, why can't I go crazy? When a writer is young and pretty, can't you even say "barracks"?

b I can't.

b. Is that the face you're wearing? It is clear that everything was calculated thoroughly.

b 222

b 333

b 444444

b Crazy bastards · · · · ·.

The Netizens were experiencing the same cultural shock that I felt when I first saw Keeper.

I have no choice but to convince you.

[So, what are you going to do now?]

"Well."

I lean back on the chair and look up at the ceiling.

Tap the keyboard without a castle to hand over the scenes after the fin-cut.

I don't think of anything. I feel empty in my head.

I don't know what to do.

As discussed with Senior Kim Chul a while ago, the means to naturally raise the bar are more limited than expected.

Viewers are amazed at the progress of "Living Like a Theatre", but even the most ridiculous stories are in order and in order.

If I ignore the writer and staff and step on Excel, I may be able to fill the barracks right now, but my next move will be a big break.

· · · Thinking about it, don't you think I should just be a writer, not a PD?

[Someone will write it.]

Kim Chul Sunbae is dead.

[Why don't you just give up this time? After all, it's Seo-yerin's problem. Next, no, then just the two.]

Kim Chul, who was dragging the horse, closed his mouth for a while and asked.

How many copies of the ["Jewelry Box in the Research Journal"] were produced?]

"50 copies."

[· · · Again?]

"Seo Soo-hyun is full of writers. Can't get organized?"

[· · · · · ·.]

Kim Chul, who kept counting the dates, kept his mouth shut.

More than 50 copies, not daily, are close to 25 weeks and 25 and a half years.

Still, "Live like a theatre" is going to be a little less productive than it used to be, and you can run like a speedster for over a year.

Together, about half of the five years of living like a play fly away.

[That must be hard.]

"It must be hard."

"· · · · · ·."

Heavy silence passed.

It was gloomy.

In the meantime, I was waiting to see if the person estimated to be Zhang Yeongcheol PD would give me one more shot, but there were no moving colors.

[You son of a bitch! You don't want to be a man and punch him in the face?]

"Even so. I never thought he was that pathetic."

Me and the elder have hardly known who they are.

But it didn't change the way I vomited. With the exception of the Keeper, who was our only ally, there is still no color to move.

That's when you and I were just sighing facing each other.

Suddenly the phone rang.

After receiving it, it was Kim Jeon Gam PD.

Hey, Hyun-Seok! Have you heard the news?

"Yes? No, what news do you have?"

The boss has sent down an extra budget on your side! Sooner or later, Yoon Seung Hun will tell you the news, but you need to know.

"· · · · · ·?"

Budget? Why suddenly?

Apparently, I thought you were a jerk in the boss's office the other day.

Try it well. It's getting dizzy when you hear it.

I hung up without a chance to talk to Moora.

After a while, Yoon Seung Hun also contacted CP.

Oh, did Kim PD already tell you? His ears are bright, too.

Yoon Seung Hun opens his mouth as soon as CP talks about it.

Even Kim Chul-soo, who would have been so desperate to do it, was so strong.

He said that this PD can execute and report to me without requiring permission from me or the superior.

"· · · · · Yes."

I barely swallowed up the desire to go out without even knowing it.

Like a play is an absurd privilege because it has succeeded. And the privileges that come down to the one without the horn of a rat are usually free.

And by your instructions, the CG team that was in charge of "Sulbeam" was also sent down there.

"Yes?"

The CG team on "Sulbeam" is the best aces in Drama Bureau.

Whatever it is, you told me to make it up to you. Well, then.

"· · · · · ·."

I hung up.

I looked at the phone that had been hung up in a dark mood and bowed my head.

I tried to avoid that, but eventually the budget came down.

Kim Chul Sunbae laughed at his head.

[What's wrong with a lot of budget? It's good to be here, right?]

"Movies, of course. But we're a little different."

[Why?]

"Have you thought about why the municipalities are changing sideblocks at the end of the year?"

[Ah · · · · ·.]

He was just a little convincing.

I grabbed my hair like a habit, and then I shook my hand.

No, you can't.

Dammit, I can't even put up a curtain. I have a headache and I have to change it.

· · · Wait.

CG team on budget?

It's called the CG team in the budget.

"· · · Senior."

[Why.]

"I think I've come up with the perfect idea."

[· · · What?]

Kim Chul Sunbae looked at me with pathetic eyes. What nonsense are you talking about?

But this time it's different.

What I just came up with is a book.

I immediately picked up the phone again.

· · · Brother?

"Uh, Gia. I'm sorry at night."

Whether I went to bed early or not, the voice of Maintenance became apparent within days.

It's okay, as much as I can! So, what's going on?

It seems to be expecting something a little.

It seems that my sunken excitement that made the great discovery of the century passed beyond the telephone.

I made a voice.

"Gia."

Yes, four!

"You said you wanted a spaceship, right?"

· · · ·

Keeping silent for a long time, he finally made a brutal voice.

Why did the writer say he was going to buy delicious ice cream when he bought tons of Vivik?

Didn't it go well?

"The spaceship," like a play, "at the beginning."

Ah · · · · ·.

Maintenance seemed to understand.

Well, why would you bring up that old story again? I didn't know it was so expensive to be a real CG!

I look good in my eyes when I'm flushing my face red without being seen.

"You mean you wanted to put it in anyway?"

That's · · · but · · · ·.

Maintenance inquired.

It was the characteristic and charm of maintaining that even though it seemed weak, it could never lie.

I smiled.

"Let's put it in, Gia!"

· · · · Ha, but that's really enormous.

"Don't worry! Brother, there's a lot of money! I'll pick one with a very hot one!"

You gave me a budget to fuck with, so I don't think I should fuck with it.

"Let's get it right!"

That · · · ah, yes · · · ·.

I hung up and I smiled.

SF Thrillers?

Good. Let's see if the drama that started with revenge on your in-laws will convince the viewers even if it becomes a real Exhaust Space War!

[I've always been so screwed.]

"Hugh."

I laughed at Kim Chul's weak voice.

#

After obtaining the maintenance's consent, I had a roughly frozen discussion with her the next day.

"· · · I heard from Gia."

And, well. I almost hit the next one.

The opponent sighs with a small mouth for a while.

"Are you serious?"

"Absolutely."

The calligrapher kept her mouth shut.

Place the pen over the stacked manuscripts and press the forehead.

Although she has often looked at me with crazy eyes, today was a bit unusual.

[If it was the eyes of a drunkard, now it's the face of a real drug man.]

"Is that it?"

[· · · · · ·.]

Writer Seo-yerin carefully asked why.

"Hey, PD. Did something happen to you last time you recorded a torque band?"

"· · · · · ·? No, nothing really happened."

"It's been a while since you've done that."

Now I take a deep breath.

· · · With such worrying eyes, it was really nothing.

To put it bluntly, I thought I looked horribly stupid in the video sent by Han Jae-yeon PD.

And there I also got a little enlightenment.

That I have been so restrained and timid so far, and that it has made a failure so far.

[· · · That's what you've been refraining from so far?]

"Whatever."

Even if you fail, you won't regret it if you get into the front and pour it all out.

But the more I look back, the more I regret it.

I should have pronounced confidently that I would be king of the drama.

At least I needed that kind of clenching.

'You don't have to refrain anymore either. Tell me anything that comes to mind.'

I was mistaken. It's my life that's hanging right now.

A man who crosses an oak bridge that looks like he's going to collapse right now needs self-restraint. If you're going to die anyway, scream loudly and die!

[That damn talk show woke up a madman.]

"Yes?"

"This PD, would you mind if we went a little more sensibly?"

The moment I mutinied Kim Chul, the calligrapher said as a plea.

"How did the Battleship suddenly appear in the story so far? That's ridiculous!"

"· · · Do you think this is ridiculous?"

"Absolutely!"

Senior Kim Chol swallowed his breath in the old age of the writer.

I nodded.

"Of course, a spaceship should not suddenly appear. That's too much."

"That's right, now it's a bit of a story!"

A calligrapher who sighs of relief.

I know what she wants to say.

"Don't worry, Writer Stan. Me and Gia are not fools."

I laughed.

"Of course, we decided to bring together a global defense organization to help the protagonist."

"Tell me, what have you two done wrong without me? Yes?!"