King of the Last Drama

· · · What did I hear wrong?

I'm still staring, and Choi Hyuk smiles.

"It's not that hard."

It's not that hard? You want to leave the company to Fiddy, who's not even in his third year yet?

I wondered if I had a dementia with Choi Hyeong. He stepped into the explanation.

"As you know, our SBC has been operating separately from its subsidiaries since '92. But it's nothing more than a convenient division."

"· · · Yes, I know."

It's about the current SBC production. As is currently the case with MBS C&I, so are most broadcasters.

"This time, however, we have some doubts about the removal of the special party clause from the mandatory scheme."

As you know.

Under the Broadcasting Act, all stations are obliged to divert a certain percentage or more of the programming they broadcast to outside parties.

The Decree has again restricted the position of broadcasting operators and related parties to that proportion, thereby preventing circumvention through subsidiaries.

However, this provision has been abolished since this year, when the phenomenon of the decline of terrestrial Inuvialuit (self-fabrication) has emerged as foreign writers grow.

"There's still a lot of controversy."

Choi Hyuk laughed bitterly.

"It's good for us, but it won't be too much fun for our producer friends."

And their concerns in the future become half real. Since then, broadcasters have begun to grow their subsidiaries without you.

Especially since then, CV E&M has set up a large subsidiary through mergers and acquisitions to lie about Mega Hits such as Microbes , Signals , and Doggavi .

· · · Well, what do I say to Moore who is buried in that flow?

"That's why. I'm thinking about approaching this a little bit differently."

Choi Choi Jung voiced his voice.

"Right now. I'm guessing what you want to do."

"· · · Yes?"

I was flawed for a moment. It was just as bitter as the insides looked into me.

· · · Have you penetrated my vast goals with the relationships you have built up?

While I was still looking at him, the president smiled.

"You don't have to take it off. Aren't you dreaming of a big franchise like" Planet Wars "in Korea?"

"· · · · · ·."

"It's impossible to be caught in a station, so you're thinking of independence. Isn't it?"

· · · What are you talking about, this guy.

Is it an omelet?

When I forgot what I was going to say, the voice of the Supreme President was even more heated.

"But I think you should refer to Planet Trek, not Planet Wars."

Both have numerous fans abroad, but the former is a legend in the film sector and the latter in the TV drama sector.

"Of course you can succeed even if you go to the movies. But I think drama is your place of duty."

"· · · That's true."

I was reflexive. It's not a choice, it's a compulsion with a branch.

But it seemed like a detonator.

He then enthusiastically explained his blueprint without giving me a chance to say Moore.

"We can support you. How cool would it be to be able to post a new version of the" Like a Theatre "series on a seasonal basis like in the United States?"

After finishing the story, Choi Hyuk opened his eyes.

Mmm.

I had to say that I was going to beat up Like a play from now on, but I was locked up.

#

I had a conversation with the President of Choi Jung and somehow I drove home after I finished filming.

It was a day of useless traffic. Just hold on to the steering wheel, and I sigh without knowing.

Recently, nothing has gone as expected.

Kim Chul Sunbae raises his head.

[No, isn't that a great offer? You're actually saying you're going to give me your full support, right?]

"· · · Maybe so."

It's a butterfly effect that turns around and around.

But that's not the kind of drama I don't know.

There's a huge budget, enormous PPLs to cover it, stories you can't even see in front of you, viewers who look at without insulting their eyes.

I held the handle tight.

"If you don't eat the size of what President Choi Jung says, it's not a drama, it's just a doom!"

[· · · · · ·.]

Kim Chul Sunbae bluntly looked annoyed.

The phone rang while I was so depressed. I put an earphone in my ear and got a call.

"Yes, this is Lee Hyun-seok."

Hello, Lee Hyun-seok Fidi. Rigid!

Mmm.

I feel a little better.

"Yes, nice to meet you. What brings you here?"

Yes, I contacted you because I thought it would be a good time to meet Writer Kee.

"I see."

I looked at the itinerary near the car window and said straight away.

"Excuse me, but how are you now? Would you like some time?"

Are you talking right now?

The stiff material was puzzled and then the voice was clearly heard within.

It's okay. Where do you want to go?

After getting an answer, I called Gia. The signal was cut off, and soon a bright voice was heard.

Yes, brother!

"Uh, Gia. · · · · · · ·, not different."

However, Jia's voice soon blurred like an eating cloud in my words.

It was not only the voice of silk, but also the face of when we actually met. Gia, who was smiling at me, looked at the new tutor, and her face turned blue.

"Sister, are you studying the rest?"

"Sister, are you stupid?"

The two rattlemen ordered two chickens and passed them on, so it was quiet.

However, Jia's face remained stiff, even as her brothers were quiet. I'm busy looking at my eyes.

[· · · When I was a child, my nephew was next to my mother, and when I learned Korean, I looked like that.]

I finally got out of my way.

I finished my proficiency test while I was playing with two kids. Fortunately, the rigid material was a bright face.

"You've barely studied systematically."

"Yes, I will."

"That's a good head and fast absorption. If you just memorize the type a little bit because you don't have enough time, your own score will go up."

"· · · Thank you."

I was very happy.

The rest of me, who felt better, came to my senses as if I had treated my former brother-in-law.

"Oh, I'm sorry."

The stiff material, which was a shaky face, laughed loudly within.

"No, it's fine. You're more comfortable than I am."

"· · · Would that be okay?"

"Absolutely."

Thank goodness. It was an uncomfortable car.

After going out, I recommended rigid materials and sat down at the right Hope House.

"And you're a journalist from the celebrity side? Is it worth it?"

"No, I'm sorry about that."

Rigid material made a bitter laugh.

"A senior I knew suggested that he go in, and he was expelled immediately."

"Mmm."

"I'm thinking about getting a certificate and getting a job. Around here, I felt I was preparing a moderate civil service, but · · · ·."

"Social worker?"

When I smiled, the stiff material opened my eyes wide.

"Oh, my God, how did you know? I never told anyone!"

"That's the impression."

The rigid material blinks for a while and then nods as if convincing.

"That's enough snow to dream of Marvil Studios in Korea."

"· · · Where the hell is his nonsense?"

I sighed.

"Well, I thought about it a little bit. I have a sister who's busy eating money outside."

Rigid material made a bitter laugh.

"But these days, I've made up my mind, because I think you're doing just fine."

"Thank goodness."

I coughed. Then something came to mind.

"Anyway, if you're still a celebrity reporter, I think I can give you a special street. Not sure yet, but · · · · ·."

"Yes?"

I slipped my voice.

"It's about the actor Idona. Can you just hold it and let me know when you get out?"

"· · · · · ·."

The rigid material that saw my eyes swallowed my saliva.

#

Meanwhile, when Hong Ji-ho heard that the episode was over, he responded:

"Wow, so now I can do it again?"

"What nonsense. He's still out there."

Hong Ji-ho shriveled at Idona's bruising and did not stop grumbling.

"You didn't have a presence. It was so frustrating to be paid for."

Well, it was actually the same.

After Yoon Ga-yeon took off one of her eyelids and set a confrontational angle with Sang-jae Kim, the famous male protagonist, completely disappeared.

The same was true of people's reactions.

Where are you feeling, Hong Ji-ho?

On screen. But I can't remember because Idona and Hanyumi are so tough;

The heir to the Stealth Yingjin has appeared!

Lee Gwang-jin, the southern protagonist of "Live Like a Theatre", almost disappeared from existence before and after the 30th century.

When the fans analyzed the subject, they got the glorious nickname "Stellar Lee Gwangjin."

The actor himself was also in the middle of enjoying such concepts as raising awareness and taking advertisements.

"By the way, the" Journal of Research "has also risen completely. Not long ago, it was fascinating."

Hong Ji Ho said bluntly.

"Writer Seo-yerin seems to be talented at describing the relationship between people and the change. Rather, I think the combination with Lee Hyun-seok Fiddy is better than the writer."

"· · · Well."

On the other hand, despite the cool breeze, Idona was an unmistakable breeze.

Hong Ji-ho raises his head.

"What's so vague about it? Some of you are at the heart of the topic these days."

"· · · Because of that human."

"Lee Hyun-Seok Fiddy? Why is he?"

"Something's been getting cold these days."

Hong Ji-ho raises his head.

"I had no idea."

"That's because of you."

"Did you ask the writer?"

Idona pauses.

"· · · You won't know."

"Then you're weird."

In conclusion, Idona frowned blatantly.

"No, even when filming, it's tone and expression, and everything doesn't work out the way it does."

"So what." Research Journal "is harder to cruise than this?"

Silence again.

"I don't know, a goal you can't achieve on a cruise?"

"Are you insane?"

Hong Ji Ho's face was not stretched out easily, although he set a corner for one.

Hong Ji-ho sighed and said,

"It could be something personal. Why don't you ask him yourself?"

"I don't like that. I feel like I'm losing."

"· · What to do."

092 Borrow Chicken and Ride Back (3) End