King of the Last Drama

It's been a week since this happened in Korea. In the United States, "Like a Theatre" was featured in Prequal 2.

"Well, it's..."

"No, I see. You must be right."

Diego recently hardened his mind as he was thinking about how to organize the "Find Dad" element. It was after several conversations with Lee Hyun-seok.

He gathered the staff and declared.

"I'm going as I thought."

"· · · Are you serious?"

The surroundings expressed great concern. Especially with Diego, the longer he was with his fellow staff, the more he added.

They also revolted beyond concern.

"I also tell the director, but this is something that can be circulated by hand among people."

"That's right, aren't the critics complacent? It won't be bad enough just to make it flow flat."

Handcrafted.

Diego Rodriguez and the farthest word ever.

The longer I had a relationship with Diego, the better I knew he didn't want to make that drama.

In that sense, this decision was hard for them to understand.

"It's current advice. That would be good for me."

It locked the staff's mouths for a while and allowed them to face each other.

Lee Hyun-seok.

In fact, most of his recent acclaim stemmed from his advice to Conti. That meant it weighed a lot.

But the neighbors knew Diego better than that.

"We seem to be overestimated by Lee. Not everyone can be appreciated for that kind of stupidity."

"Live Like a Theatre" is a mess in summary. Maybe I just wanted to make people crazy.

Nevertheless, it was the power of director Lee Hyun-seok who brought such excitement.

"This is not a level we can follow."

But Diego's will was firm.

"No, I believe in the present. He wouldn't have given me any harmful advice."

Diego said, "And so on." I cut off my words for a while. Why is it so deep?

"· · · I know that the current director Lee never rose suddenly."

"· · · · · ·?"

"You recently received a letter. He's a pale, calm man with no clutter."

The staff looked at each other with an expression that they did not know English.

Although this is probably a good thing, the English grade of Maintainer at the recent mock exam was Grade 6.

#

I was so busy making new Conti and designing the shoot.

But this evening, I cancelled all the schedules. It was a new and surprising fact, and it turned out to be significant.

It's so scary, I don't know what to say, but let's try to be as narrow as possible.

My daughter was an idiot.

"· · · · · ·."

Gia squirms her toes as she sits face to face.

[· · · She's not my daughter?]

As Kim Chul said in one ear, I looked at a piece of paper. It's Gia's first mock test report card.

It's information that has flown to me as a guardian.

At first, "That's weird. What is the ranking of recent mock-ups in descending order? 'I thought.

I then wondered if there was any other conspiracy.

But surprisingly, it was just silly.

"Low · · · · ·."

Gia tried to move on with a vague attitude, but I grabbed her straight away.

"Writer Kee. Didn't you tell me that you didn't have to worry about studying?"

No matter how much I wanted to see this private realm, I let it go. And the result is this catastrophe.

"I'm pretty good at studying."

"Ahaha."

I don't think it's going to work, so now I'm laughing and handing it over.

It's a little cute.

[Prefect.]

I barely regained consciousness after Kim Chul took a tackle.

"Mm-hmm. Yeah, well. Studying doesn't matter."

In fact, it was strange to think of Gia's family environment and her grades well. Gia also quickly hit the match.

"Don't, that's right, brother! Happiness isn't in order of grades!"

"Yes, but what happened to the writer whose name is also known as the fifth grade language?"

"· · · · · ·."

Gia's head bends down like a magic spoon. It's a little cute to keep your hands together and squeeze your fingers together.

[· · · Hyun-Seok.]

Oh, yeah.

I coughed again and empowered my eyes.

Gia made excuses for mumbling.

"But it's weird. The writer's intentions, they don't look like cancer."

· · · Well, I was convinced when I heard about it. Maybe Gia's perspective is a little different from the normal level.

But reality was a completely different story than convincing.

Once Gia had lost track of her performance, it was not difficult to go to college from time to time.

However, most of the best universities have a minimum standard of education. If you do not receive a certain level of proficiency or higher even if you accept it from time to time, your acceptance will be cancelled.

Mmm.

"Have you studied with the writer?"

"· · · Yerin's sister?"

I blink to see if it was a name I didn't think of at all.

The writer came out of a fairly decent college. In addition, I think I used to make allowances as a tutor in college.

"Even in high school, I couldn't make it to first place in school, but I was in fourth or fifth place."

"Wow, I never thought it was the fifth place."

"What?"

"I'd rather kill you, brother."

Jia, who smiled nicely, fell down and buried her face. It's a Chihuahua atmosphere that has seen Doberman.

I don't want to die. I just sighed a long time.

"Let's study, Gia. Don't even think about going to the shoot for a while."

"· · · · · ·."

I decided to frighten him because he was disobedient.

"In case you come out."

"· · · Masks?"

"I'm going to study at the shoot. There will be Idona next door."

Gia frightens and nods a few times.

Well, so is Idona. Even if Amman wants to be close, the animal and the child instinctively penetrate that vicious sentiment.

Gia pinched her lips. Lie down on the dining table and stretch out your arms.

"· · · If you fall in love with me, isn't your work too much?"

"It's okay. It's almost over."

I smiled.

I've been struggling quite a bit lately, but the more the outline unfolds, the more I have a new wind.

Yes. This is what the Journal of Research says.

I was convinced that the vague assessment so far would be reversed in one moment.

Mmm.

By the way, if you're not a standing writer, who should you ask?

#

MBS Headquarters.

Zhang Yeon-cheol PD was swallowing his saliva.

I didn't understand what was happening with the opponent in front of me.

"It's bad, it's bad."

Looking at the paperwork, I muttered to the best of my ability.

"Zhang Jeong-cheol Fiddy."

"Yes, old boss!"

Zhang Yeon-chul stiffens his shoulders. The boss smiled.

"Don't freeze like that. Fiddy next door says he eats like a boss and a dog. What did you eat?"

Zhang Yeon-chul bows. In fact, it was a major cause that led many people to overestimate Lee Hyun-seok.

"You know, they look great, they look great, they look great."

Shave it down with nothing and ask in a calm voice.

"You had a really bad performance?"

"· · · Songs."

"Oh, that's it. What's the point of singing a hundred songs? I'm asking if there's a countermeasure."

"· · · · · ·."

Zhang Yeon-chul's "gorgeous dinner" was enjoyed on the first and second consecutive broadcasts, and was then on probation.

But somehow I came too far to pack it. Zhang Yeon-chul was feeling dark for the first time in his life.

Maybe Lee Hyun-suk was quite a big guy.

The boss lowers his head and looks at Zhang Yeong-cheol. My words seemed a little fatter.

"You. Do you know how MBS is appointed?"

"That's · · · ·"

Zhang Yeon-chul blinked.

MBS's majority shareholder, or superior, is a broadcasting cultural promotion association commonly referred to as a visitor group.

They have the right to appoint and dismiss the MBS President. And the right to appoint these directors is vested in Defence.

The boss smiled.

"That's right. And the KBC Board of Directors has the right to appoint, of course."

"· · · · · ·."

"KBC and our MBS are a family, if you look away."

Zhang Yeon-chul swallowed the saliva.

This is ridiculous. But the work of the world does not return to the logic of ignorance alone. Zhang Yeon-chul is a kind of person who knows it well.

The big question is, why do you call yourself Zhang Jeong Chul?

"There are a lot of people who are pretty upset about the recent KBC crisis. Do you know what that means?"

"· · · ·"

KBC's Anxious President stepped up in support of the station and confronted the board from the very beginning of his term. And I've been halfway over you lately.

According to SBC's ultimate president, he was a real exhaust outsider.

'But this is different.'

There are strings in the visitor base as well as in the defense. In some sense, he is the president who stepped on the most 'authentic' steps. The power you have is not comparable to the other two.

"The hug won't last long."

The boss throws a massive bomb. Zhang Yeon-chul flinched unexpectedly as well.

"In the meantime, KBC friends have had too much to eat, but now they're in the urine, right? You have to boil it."

"That · · · · · ·."

"Well, that's not what you know, but it's a hugger, but it's a little annoying these days."

Lee Hyun-seok.

Three letters of that name popped out of the boss's mouth.

Zhang Yeon-chul blinked.

"He didn't do anything great, but he pulled the wire anyway. I'm in a bad mood to let it go."

I don't know if I hit one of those bizarre drama themes, and I shuffle my tongue.

This is probably what you're thinking at the top, including yourself.

Zhang Yeon-chul's lips were dry.

"I think you know why I called you now."

The boss smiled.

"I see you're the best firefighter. Journalists are pretty good at it."

"· · ·, what do you mean? · · ·."

"Don't you know?"

Zhang Yeon-chul intuited. Taking Shi Chi Mi out of here is the end of me.

Zhang Yeon-chul closed his eyes and lowered his head to 90 degrees.

"Sorry!"

"· · · It's okay to notice. There's something I'm sorry about. That's what the world is all about."

The President said he was satisfied. Zhang Yeon-chul fell flat.

This is an opportunity, a chance I'll never have in my life again.

A secret conversation, or ritual, has been followed for some time.

The president concluded the conversation within.

"· · · well, that should be enough. Then I'll lend you a cattle knife, so twist it instead."

"Yes?"

"That guy's got dark ears."

The boss shines his eyes.

"I'll give you proper support, so take him out before he gets bigger."

"· · · · · ·."

Zhang Yeon-chul swallowed the saliva. That's what I didn't want to do, bara.

But in addition to the international response now, Lee Hyun-Seok's attitude is even more dramatic. But he doesn't take it that hard.

If that is the extent of support, then · · · · ·.

The president said he was reminded of it in a tone.

"Why, the last time you drove into a last-minute drama was pretty fresh, isn't that kind of propaganda working?"

Zhang Jeong Chul, who noticed, argued cautiously.

"Like a play," it got a little too big. Pre-quality made in the United States, as well as in Japan. "

"Tsk tsk."

The boss looks back at Jang Jeong-cheol with a pathetic face.

081 Water and Fish (12) End