King of the Last Drama

It's a new story, but my current position is quite vague.

It's true that I've become famous. "Live like a play" was a big deal, and something like that happened.

But the PD that I just took my first piece of work remains unchanged.

There are also Achilles reports that KBC has taken part in the current state of affairs. The boss is covering it up, but there must be a limit.

In addition, even though Amman is an outsider, it is also a problem to move towards SBC.

Thinking of the subtle cognitive power between the airwaves, even if the new drama is aired, my name may not be so publicly--

There was also a time when I thought so.

▶ Living Like a Theatre Lee Hyun-Seok PD, The Next SBC Wallpaper Drama? Netizens are confused.

▶ KBC to SBC? In fact, I joined the Foreign Subject Writer.

▶ A deep skeleton maker famous for his outstanding work, Studio Ringgit, Pineapple Train Hero Legend , etc.

▶ SBC officials, 'It will be more than theatrical .'

▶ Capture Drama Co., Ltd., due to be established. · · Name Jewelry Box in Research Journal ?

"Crazy."

As soon as I got up in the morning to rub my eyes and see the knight, I burst into disgust.

I don't know what to do.

You don't have anything going on yet, but do you just grow a plate? Are you insane?

['That's good. There will be more support than you need.']

Kim Chul made a plausible imitation.

[One of the promises is to keep. Definitely more than you need.]

"· · · · · ·."

[Well, thank you. I don't know, but he's bleeding a little bit when he pushes like this.]

"Yes, I am."

I couldn't help but straighten my head.

The hardest part is I still have a few days to get to KBC.

The favor of President Ahnsai was all worthless.

[I think it was on purpose.]

Kim Chul Sunbae is dead.

[It's true that you left the results and reached out to me, so fuck you.]

"Damn it! What a petty director Kim Chul is."

[· · · · · ·.]

I went to work in a very uncomfortable mood.

And as soon as I crossed the KBC front door, I had to hit the big guns.

There have been a number of events so far, but it was a sight of density I have never experienced before.

"Brother, I've heard!"

I tried to move my steps with a steel plate, so he came running heavy.

My sister – Suu Kyi PD, who had not had a chance to see her face in recent years, was also with me.

"Senior, are you sure this is an article?"

"Uh, yeah. That's how it happened."

"Ah."

Tears fluttered in the eyes of Essence.

He followed me so well that I had nothing to do with it before, and I was uncomfortable with him.

"Damn it, you two are so invisible, you're so cool. What if you come with me?"

"It's twice as cool in there."

"Brother!"

Seeing those looks, I became a little more generous.

But I'm not the only one who's cool about me leaving.

Sitting in the break room, we had a conversation with Kim Jeon Gam PD, Director of Chong Yeong Chul, and a group of serial opponents.

Almost two hours of chatter took place, leaving one after the other and only three left.

It was more than enough evacuation.

I stood up.

"Now, you go in. We have work to do."

"· · · Hi, Senior."

Essence opened her mouth.

I was frowning constantly during the conversation, but I was determined to do something about it.

"Huh?"

"As long as you say you're going,"

"Ringgit."

"Yes. Do you need anyone else there?"

"· · · · · ·?"

The intent was a clear sentence. So I couldn't be more puzzled.

"Didn't you say you're going to switch this time?"

Unlike his brother, Minjae, Suu Kyi is a PD who came into a contractual position rather than a public debt.

However, in recognition of his considerable abilities, he held a full-time job through self-employment.

"Delayed."

Essence smiled nicely.

"Well, I can hold on for a few more years, but I think it would be better if I could follow you."

"No, it's better here."

Even the Amman contract is incomparable with the airwaves.

Besides, if it's about an integer, it's likely to move on someday, even if it's not now.

"· · · Can we not?"

But Essence was an unconvincing face.

· · · It seems sincere to see the look on your face.

I was seriously distracted.

Certainly, as Minjae did in "Like a Theatre", I need someone to move my mind.

I have no complaints about Suu Kyi.

But it's a shame I can't just pick a new guy.

"Of course I like it. New talent is always welcome."

And Izzie laughed as the representative of Lingit Studio said:

Essence's expression was brightened and I fell apart.

"Isn't your fist too old?"

"Well, your career is more than enough, and above all, Choi Hyeong asked you to make this PD as comfortable as possible. If you need anything else, just let me know."

"· · · · · ·."

It was pretty scary to think there was no unpaid favor in the world.

Izzie, who had briefly ended the expedition, asked the representative.

"Well, you can do it right away, but can you spare a moment?"

"Uh, yeah?"

"There's only one spot left in the pole."

Take out one piece of paperwork and hand it over.

"I was having trouble rotting, but I thought I'd leave it to you if I had a career with Essence Fiddy. This Fiddy can help you."

In response to an unexpected proposal, Essence was astonished and energetic.

It's okay. It's time to seal him up, too.

That was the moment I nodded my head.

A message came to mind.

'Simultaneous production' has been discontinued due to conditions.

Simultaneous production can be applied when working on or involved in two works at the same time.

Viewing is governed by a tenth of the less involved drama combined.

Combine the bars to get rid of the hundreds.

· · · Hmm?

#

I'll tell you about the "Jewelry Box in the Research Journal."

It's a peaceful and beautiful piece.

The heroine and the male heroine are both scientists. Male protagonists are theoretical physicists, and female protagonists are geologists.

A man is a genius. He has a different perspective on the world than anyone else. After several attempts, he gave up his social life.

Disconnect contact with friends, family, and all other opponents, be reclusive, and focus only on research.

A woman strives. She is abandoned as a child and adopted far away. She steps on her homeland again with a lot of greed.

She wasn't happy. At school, they were bullied and adopted couples were good people but immature to parenting.

Both men and women are wounded and have never had a chance to learn how to deal with others.

They bump into each other, antagonize each other, and finally slowly understand each other.

The process is at the heart of the story, and helping it is the research of the unknown writer found in the warehouse.

"And it came from the grandfather of the two protagonists. It was one of the most inspiring elements."

I said.

"Did I tell you before? How cool and brilliant is the setting for something to continue, even without anything?"

"· · · Yes."

The calligrapher spoke in a crawling voice.

"There's no way to forget it, I tell you."

"Good."

I sighed without even knowing.

"Then why was this research journal written by the dinosaurs?"

Silence passed.

"· · · technically not a dinosaur."

Writer Seo-yerin pleaded timidly.

"My grandparents who came on a time machine in the past used numbers to confuse the two."

"Yes, I can explain, but things have gotten worse."

"· · · · · ·."

I sighed and put down a revised version of the "Jewelry Box in the Research Journal".

It would be better to have an outrageous element that was clearly influenced by Gia.

Terrible alterations have been made to the overall setting.

The heroine became the mother of a child without a hitch. She's not even her own.

Previous Research Journal also shows the protégé's mother who did not appear. Significant modifications were also made to the family relations of the male protagonist.

The more I followed, the more I could not open my mouth.

Secrets of Birth, Death, Betrayal, Vengeance, Memory Loss.

It's really a stimulating seasoning.

My head hurts.

"It's a mess, Writer Stan."

Seo-yerin shook her shoulder.

"It's good to be influenced by Gia. It's rare for a writer to pull a hook like that. But this is · · · · ·."

I stopped talking.

It seemed like something harsher would happen anyway.

[Literally clumsy.]

Kim Chul Sunbae laughed.

[It's typical. A well-written writer tries to put in a stimulating element and it opens up.]

The calligrapher was a completely dead face.

I opened my mouth.

"Do you really need to touch the manuscript?"

"· · · · · ·."

"Previous manuscripts were good enough. to think about how I can save my life."

When I first met the calligrapher, the "Research Journal" was the same as before.

However, when I met Gia again, I was much more advanced than that, and I ended up admiring the manuscript I painted by working on "Like a Theatre".

But right now, I can't tell you what the hell I want to do.

A calligrapher bites her lips.

"That's not enough."

"Whoo."

I scratched my head.

"I'm glad you're not satisfied. But this is not the case. Let's cool our heads down a little bit and talk about it again."

"· · · · · ·."

The calligrapher stood up.

Turn around and turn your head slightly.

"If Gia, · · · · ·."

"Yes?"

"Gia could have saved these materials, too, right?"

I might have.

I have no idea why I'm obsessed with it.

After the writer Seo-yerin left, I sighed that the land was gone.

[At least one proven.]

"What do you mean?"

[That we are Abyss. You made that scary kid look like that.]

I stared at Kim Chul Senior.

Shrug your shoulders with a dislike look.

"It seems Idona's shock therapy was a problem. It wasn't good to compare it to" like a play. ""

I didn't agree to that sooner.

"Especially because Gia follows a lot of writers. I don't even know if that's a burden."

[Well, I don't even know if it's because of the cowboy who lives in my bad taste.]

"· · · · · ·?"

[So, what are you going to do?]

Kim Chul Sunbae shrugs.

[We're saying it's an opening, but in fact, the flow is not bad because it's fundamental. I was a little persecuted by the original "Research Journal." I liked the material that hit me. It will be a great last minute drama.]

"· · · · · ·."

[Shouldn't we make a curtain?]

I sighed.

"Senior, the barracks are not simple."

Recent dramas usually contain small barrier elements.

Some dramas, however, barely maintain a 10 percent viewing rate, while others continue to go through the roof.

Why does that make a difference?

The difference is how serious and spiritual the dead-end element can be.

And the calligrapher can't.

The last element in the manuscript that I just saw was that I was just rolling around without emotion.

He misses both rabbits.

I pondered for a moment and then made a decision.

"Well, if you can't convince me, I have to convince you."

The message window still reminded me of the description of 'concurrent production'.

The conditions will also be fulfilled. I need to show them myself.

How hard it is to be a real exhaust barrier.

[Six percent says it's pretty convincing, man.]

"· · · · · ·."

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