King of the Last Drama

After being surrendered by the calligrapher, I immediately became a doctor on the CG team.

But from the start, I ran into a violent rebound.

"This is ridiculous!"

Visual effects director, commonly called VFX director, Park Min-ho reacted. This is a person who needs to be understood as a CG team leader.

I tilted my head.

"Are you?"

Director Park Min Ho, who saw my face, smashed his heart to the ground.

I'm afraid I have a anger disorder.

"Lee Hyun-seok PD, you don't know it's a big deal, but CG doesn't come out on a computer like that. Just to catch the details of a spaceship!"

"This is a Starship."

"What's so minor about that right now!"

· · · I find it very important.

Park Min-ho, who yells at you, takes a deep breath.

I'd like to spread the disgust right away, but it looks like I'm pressing against it.

"· · · This Fiddy. I know how much Feedy ignores VFX and DI. Even if you can't pull the editorial quality, you can't get it until two weeks ago."

But he opens his eyes and narrows his eyes.

"But this is too much. Are we ridiculous?"

It is truly unfortunate that we do not have the capacity to convey our sincere condolences to the people of the Earth.

I shake my head in sorrow.

"No, I've never seen it funny. You seem to have misunderstood something."

"If you're not ignoring it, where do you hear this nonsense?"

"Director Park Min-ho."

I hung up.

"Do you know what my new budget is?"

Ha, and the snoring came back.

"That was amazing. Why. Are you sure you want to show off?"

"No, I just want to ask you a question. If I were to pour it all on that side, how far would it go?"

"Yes?"

Why did Park Min-ho choke?

I didn't seem to hear it very well. I told him again slowly.

"If I were to pour all the extra budgets down there, how long and how far would you be able to go?"

"· · · · · · · · · ·."

Park Minho opens his mouth.

The eyeballs roll. It looks like something is still counting, and then it comes out of reality again in an instant.

"That's ridiculous! In the first place, the number of people here is enough to digest the entire budget!"

"Then send out an outsider. I know you have great connections. You can call it in, right?"

"That · · · · · ·."

You keep talking in vain.

I felt the need to tidy up.

"I'll tell you again. I intend to graphic all the extra budgets I've received. All you need to do is mobilize everything and pick quality on time, no matter the cost. I don't think it's that hard."

"· · · · · ·."

I recall and add:

"Oh, of course, I'm going to take a very big payoff. The budget is overwhelming, so I can promise you three times the amount of Snow Beam."

Why was Director Park Minho silent?

Even the team members who sympathized openly with him and backed me up didn't open their mouths.

I shrugged my shoulders as the atmosphere of potato silence became awkward.

"Oh, that's weird. You don't like money? I love it."

#

'This is not a buoyancy, but a sense of sense, so it weighs a little heavier.'

Seo-yerin, who was teasing the pen, sighed.

She couldn't believe the content of the script she was touching right now.

Not long ago, Seo-yerin reluctantly nodded and thought that someone other than herself would brake the plan.

But it wasn't.

"Yes, I will! Leave anything to me!"

"· · · if you need it."

The actors, including Hanyumi and Lee, who spoke with courage, tried to do so.

"We'll hurry because the schedule will be tight."

The staff members, including the director of Korean art, who was always busy laying the fisherman's flag, said:

"What happened to the match!"

"We still need a little more!"

"Aren't these bastards fast?! You guys need to finish this fast, Matt and I are not gonna make a move! What about rendering?"

"Palm is for now, director! I can't fit this!"

"Keep in touch, you idiot! Tell him I'll pay you as much as I can! The merchant still hasn't contacted his son?"

"That's · · · · ·."

"You kicked my blessing and fell in love, you scum! Send me a letter saying you're dead!"

And I couldn't find a way to open my mouth to the madness of the CG team.

With the presence of the pushing Lee Hyun-seok alone, everyone accepts this flavor as natural and sprints like a torpedo.

No, I'd rather change the lane if it was a locomotive. It's a handcrafted spaceship.

Until then, if you barely fit in, you won't dare to get caught this time. Totally out of his hands.

I don't know. Whatever it takes.

Seo-yerin sighs again and raises his head.

She was working at Keeping's house for a while.

Despite the recent acquisition of its own heavy metal as a raw material, there has been no major change in the small compartment. Keeper was thoroughly obsessed with saving without spending anything other than sending his two younger siblings to the academy.

At least the only difference is that the size of the small couch and bed that brought Seo-yerin's remains has increased.

And she was lying on the couch, singing and writing.

I feel pretty good waving my legs up and down the pool.

Recently, computers have also been learned and used frequently, but they are always handwritten. My argument is that there is something buried.

On the desk is a vaguely shaped miniature that looks like it could be made. Lee Hyun-Seok picked up what he was about to dispose of due to several trial and error during the production process and sent it as a gift.

"· · · God? Do you want a Starship gift?"

I swear, Seo-yerin thought it would be hard to pick a gift that wasn't better for a girl.

I don't think she had a really good childhood.

Where do I add if I give you a gift that is usually pleasant? Seo-yerin complained.

"Of course!"

But Keeping was a really happy look.

"At first, I was a little bit like that, but when you think about it, you've remembered the mess you had when you first met me. There must be something happier than that!"

"That's · · · ·"

Seo-yerin was stunned.

I wanted to say that I was full of pills, but I didn't really think about it.

He would do the same because Seo-yeon himself is so reluctant to do the hard work now that Lee Hyun-suk, who first met him, took his manuscript seriously.

I even had a moment of confrontation with this nice, cute, unmated sister in front of me.

"· · · That's it. It's the style my aunt used to tell me to watch out for."

"Yes?"

Aunt Seo Soo-hyun once told me.

Even if everyone cares about themselves, they can't be careful to take their work seriously.

A man who realizes he's doing that and takes advantage of it just ends up being an ordinary son of a bitch.

"The ignorant one had to cheek his cheeks."

And it was Seo-yerin's aunt who was born with such a cheek.

"Sister?"

"· · · No."

Seo-yerin shakes her head.

"How's that going, Earth?"

Seo-yerin didn't want to put that name in his mouth.

"Yes! And it's Earth Defence Force (EDF), sister!"

Of course, I didn't understand the maintenance of a clear face at all.

#

After a few weeks from then, stay at Group Airways.

Twenty-six paintings on TV show "Live Like a Theatre".

Following Yumi's recent busy day, Zuri also fell short of schedule and today it was only two Ara and Nsol.

Ara, who was still looking at the screen, sucked the orange juice in the pack.

"It's more normal than I thought."

"· · · That?"

Nsol raises his head.

Inside the screen, a piece of dirt is turned upside down and grinds the machine gun into a pointer.

And Han-support raises his hand with a playful expression, stops the bullets, pulls one in front of his nose, and bites him with his front teeth and cuts him off.

It looks like it's going to be in any superhero movie.

Or a movie or a billon.

"That's normal?"

"No, of course, it's final."

Not as much as a Starship, though, is it? That's normal.

Ara, who tried to spit without thinking, closed his mouth.

And one day, I was terrified of myself not thinking about the scene.

'No, no. Yumi is out of her mind, and Zuri is halfway there. I can't believe the idiot next to me.'

'If I don't wake up, our group will.'

After four years of incognito life, Aeriz is tasteful enough for the group itself as well as for the manager and the real estate manager.

A while ago, the madness of putting ribbons and pictures in the gun model was almost stranded at the end of Ara's desperate opposition.

Ara was convinced that if he even lost his mind, there would be more to the future.

I hid it and focused my eyes on the screen.

"It's not this! 'I was going to shout.

Time has passed.

Ha, ha, ha, ha.

The cliff in the screen was exhausted at the end of the chase with Han-support.

Deep mountains, dark skies. And a stuttering step.

The camouflage over the body is already close to rags, and the bleeding of the legs is severe, so the gun is used as a support to walk like a drag.

I'd rather die like this, "she exclaims.

But he knows better than anyone that death is not the end.

The body that died and became a corpse is just an easy packaging to capture. The alien will take her as she is and resurrect her as a toy again.

But it is.

But what's the difference between turning a treadmill like this?

I don't know. That's why I keep walking.

Then, a bright light suddenly dries on top of the scales that were walking.

Argh!

Did you get caught so fast?

It's always neat to aim the gun up quickly with a malicious hand.

However, it is not the voice of an alien who is as poor as usual.

And then suddenly the propeller started ringing.

"Got it. We were fast this time.

Ah · · ·?

A thick voice of an unexpected man opens his eyes thinly.

The screen is tightened several times with a dizole.

And one day a man stands in front of her and supports her.

"Got it. Run the jamming." Escape this place immediately.

Yes!

Open your mouth with a dull crow.

· · · Are you dreaming?

Changed. But no matter how changed, it's an unforgettable face.

The face of a monster who once tried to avenge himself by burning everything.

The enemy of my husband.

And most importantly, the person who saw death in the hands of a supporter with his own eyes.

Zhang Zhang is dull and puts his title in his mouth.

Teaching?

"Long time no see."

A man with a disappointed look smiles.

Is it 20 years? · · · No, I think so, but I don't know what to do with my brother. I'm jealous you look young.

The young man, who had been disfigured by his fierce desires, was a middle-aged man of mild thirst.

Ever since then, a group of dressed soldiers have been wary of their surroundings with sharp eyes.

How do you · · and these people.

He raises her with a smile as if he were answering a stuttering cliff.

Welcome, brother. You will be protected by the Earth Defense Force EDF from now on.

Amphibious.

And a long silence passed.

Ara and Nsol were silent and their mouths were wide open.

"· · · · · ·."

"· · · · · No, this is not real!!"

#

"Live like a theater" 26-piece screening has ended. The results are aggregated. · · · · · ·

Done. The average viewing rate is 25.4% and the percentage of viewers who consider the drama to be a block is 71%.

· · · won.

I hid and laughed.

"Uh-huh!"

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