King of the Last Drama

'What are you thinking, Lee Hyun-seok?'

Zhang Yeon-chul grinds his teeth.

I've been delegated full authority. I felt like my head was about to explode in a situation I couldn't understand.

Either that or Lee Hyun-suk was smiling. And Zhang Yeon-chul couldn't face him like that.

The twinkling impression I had when I met him before was even more intense because of the annual buildup. Zhang Yeon Chul also heard that the image was bad, but this was different in dimension.

Lee Hyun-seok opened his mouth.

"If you have any other comments, please let me know. Shouldn't we come to a conclusion that we can be satisfied with each other?"

"Of course."

Zhang Yeon-chul quieted his mind.

'· · · Let's calm down. It's a cold judgment.'

But nothing has changed because it gets colder around a few times. The madman in front of his eyes still insisted on giving me the core of his plan that Zhang Yeon-chul was trying to sneak out.

Situations where common sense doesn't make any sense.

Zhang Yeon-chul's head moved. Hypotheses that could explain the current situation have arisen and disappeared from time to time.

'Did I overestimate the value of maintenance?'

No, it can't be. She is the originator of "Living Like a Theatre" and one of the leading actors who brought the story here.

If it had been since Universe was properly established, the current maintenance would have been an essential member in attracting the franchise.

'Isn't the three-year time he gave you longer than you think?'

This is ridiculous. Lee Hyun-seok is proposing a three-year exclusive contract based on the time the "Research Journal" is already in existence next year. Even at the most important point, it is not an exaggeration.

Since then, I have made some assumptions, but they can be argued with.

If so, you don't need a "like a play" series.

What the hell am I talking about? '

Zhang Yeon-chul erased the last unreasonable assumption.

It is an enormous project that connects Japan, China and, of course, the United States. Isn't it possible for a sane human being to take such a lifetime of opportunity at my feet?

However, even Zhang Yeon-chul had no more speculation as the family was being abandoned.

'· · · Let's change our mind. Maybe you came out here to give her a grudge not to even think about touching her?'

Zhang Yeon-chul was completely lost. It didn't look like much.

"I was a little surprised to see the money you gave to Writer Kee. It was significant."

"Haha · · · · · ·."

"We have no complaints. If you have nothing else to say, please write a contract right away."

Rather a rush. This is how much I want you to take her.

But even if you rethink it a few times, it can't be there.

'Argh!'

I have no choice but to go out defensively without knowing what Lee Hyun-seok is thinking.

'I don't know what you're thinking, but you mustn't swing it the way he wants.'

Zhang Yeon-chul was grinding his teeth like that. The moment Lee Hyun-seok's face sank.

"The drowning" is a fairly modest expression, and in fact, the look on the face changed in an instant, just as a huge old tree cast a shadow.

Zhang Yeon-chul was overwhelmed for a moment.

"Well, that must be your story, but you're not as active as you think."

"That's it · · · · ·."

"If you've changed your mind, it would be quick for you to say so. so that we can match the conditions."

Zhang Yeon-chul desperately rolled his head.

What the hell am I supposed to do? '

Is this the so-called deficiency excess? Zhang Yeon-chul suddenly fell into a state of restlessness.

'I don't know what you're thinking, but the other side is trying to push the keeper this way. Don't do what you think!'

'But Lee Hyun-seok, the writer, is clearly at the heart of his planning. Isn't it just silly to let it go open?'

Between moments, two thoughts hit Zhang Yeon-chul's head intensely.

And as those who think they are smart, Zhang Yeon-chul tries to take care of the middle with minimal damage.

"I'm sorry, but I'd like to change the terms of the contract a little."

"Do you want to change?"

"Yes."

Lee Hyun-seok frowned openly. Zhang Yeon-chul turned his gaze there. I think there's a budget limit.

"What about a one-year contract next year?"

Lee Hyun-Sook scratched his jaw.

"· · · Quite a different proposition."

"Of course, I'll pay for it. We're thinking about 20 million won per synagogue."

"Umm."

Even if it doesn't reach the star writers, it is even more devastating given that they are new in their second year of service.

Lee Hyun-Sook nodded with a hard to read expression and added:

"Gourmet is gourmet, but as a writer, we want to keep it up and gain experience. Do you mind if I include a clause that you can visit the scene at any time if you like? Of course, it's a condition that doesn't interfere."

"That's it."

The moment Zhang Jeong Chul tried to nod lightly was flawed. I felt like my head was twitching.

There's nothing odd about the conditions. Even more so if you are a young writer who is just becoming a college student next year.

'But this is Lee Hyun-suk's first requirement!'

I don't know what the intention is. Nevertheless, it is not acceptable. It should not be accepted.

Zhang Yeon-chul was already thoroughly captivated by such suspicious rocks.

"I'm sorry, but that condition will be difficult."

"· · · I don't think it's a very extreme condition, do you?"

"I'm sorry."

Lee Hyun-seok's face frowned. I was able to see Zhang Yeong-cheol even though it was fixed soon.

It was the embarrassing look that appeared for the first time since the conversation began. It lightened Zhang Yeon-seol's mood a little.

"How could it not be? If necessary, cut some rubber and fill it up from here."

"I'll give you two thousand five hundred."

"· · · · · ·?"

Lee Hyun-Sook leans his head.

"I think you misunderstood something, but we're not short of glue."

"I will give 30 million won per synagogue."

Zhang Yeon-chul cut off the horse. Then I nailed Lee Hyun-seok, who frowned.

"Instead, let's say we don't have an option."

"· · · What are your options?"

"You know what?"

Option is a kind of deception that refers to the contractual clauses that star writers receive apart from the manuscript.

It often includes outsourcing of desired actors and staff, running guarantees based on the degree of success, autonomy of manuscripts, and authority to participate in filming.

It means I'm going to get rid of it.

"· · · You mean that what you want is simply to keep it and give it to the author by writing a manuscript? You're not involved in the whole process?"

"Yes."

Lee Hyun-seok's face instantly became a frown. This isn't it, it's the look on your face.

"· · · Is there any room for compromise?"

"I'm sorry."

Continuing with the negotiations, Zhang Yeongchul grabbed his fist with an outstanding fist.

I don't know if this is good enough. But at least the worst was avoided!

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[Damn, it's the worst!]

After the negotiations, Kim Chul Sunbae immediately screamed.

[What are you doing, you idiot! If you don't send her to school, we're dead!]

"No, I don't want to be conditional, but what the hell am I supposed to do?"

Me and the elder argued on the way home, raising their voices.

"You know how much I was going to give up. I want to ask you why you made such a strange decision!"

[· · · · · ·.]

Kim also reluctantly nodded. To that extent, Zhang Jeong Chul Fiddy's negotiations were a mess.

[If you were going to call a year's monopoly on that kind of money, it would just be three years better on the original terms.]

"I also had the opportunity to borrow Gia's help on that subject, and I sealed it with a contract."

Thanks to this, Gia was in an enormously comfortable position. Kim Chul-soo sighs and scratches her head.

[In fact, I don't know what you're thinking about that money for one scenario.]

I was right.

I thought about it for a while and soon gave up. At least it was incomprehensible to me.

He went to the office and consulted Park Jintae, and he opened his eyes wide.

"Oh, my God! Even if my grandfather came, he wouldn't have done this, Jules!"

"Mmm."

"What kind of magic brings you such ridiculous conditions?"

Park Jintae, who was worried about joining him, seemed to be a flawless contract.

I turned my head in a very excited manner.

I don't know. I hope someone will be kind enough to let me know.

"· · · I don't know. You had a different idea."

The calligrapher also made a bitter laugh.

"But you said something. I thought you were really trying to get Gia out."

As I grumbled about my heart being bad, I couldn't avoid looking again.

The writer stood up and said, "You're right behind us." And he laughed, mingling with the farmers.

"Four thousand per synagogue. It's a mini-series of 16 episodes."

However, Gia seemed reassured in a slightly different way. With his eyes open, he listened carefully to the explanation.

"Well, then I don't have to go anywhere else? You're still at your brother's company, aren't you?"

"Didn't I tell you I'd have you for the rest of my life?"

"· · · I did!"

Jia's face was smiling. The enormous manuscript was a colourful one that didn't care much.

As soon as I pointed it out, Gia tilted her head.

"That's the sum of money, isn't it?"

"Something like that?"

"Is it the company's share or the cost of production?"

"· · · · · ·."

What are you talking about? Why are the production costs so high?

I was bored to death as long as he was the broadcaster.

"It's all your money."

"· · · Yes?"

"I decided to take the brokerage fee separately, tax it off, and it's all your money, so think about what to do."

Gia was stubborn when she heard about it.

After blinking for a while, I barely regained consciousness and screamed.

"I don't need that kind of money!"

My eyes are circling.

"You don't have to."

"If you use it to need your brother."

"Why would I? You're not even your dad."

Why did the prophet Gia notice?

Writers Seo-yerin and Park Jin-tae, who were behind, laughed bitterly. Kim Chul Sunbae sighs.

· · · Was the tone a little chilly?

I spoke loudly.

"Well, I would advise you to save money if possible, but I think it would be good to try it once."

"As you wish?"

"Are you coming?"

Gia's passive and noticeable personality was a part of a poor growth environment.

Of course, over-consumption and waste are not good behavior, but I thought it would be good to experience them once by Gia.

"· · · You can't think of anything like that."

"Then don't think about it, buy it."

I've listed some of the things that girls would normally like, such as clothes, accessories and cosmetics, but Gia was a mess. I've been trying to talk.

"There's nothing in modern society that can't be bought with money. People can live if they need to."

"People · · · · · ·."

The moment Gia's eyes deepened.

"· · · Say, but is it a metaphorical expression?"

Even after I wanted to add, it hasn't changed very much. Gia looked at me strangely.

"· · · That's not enough."

"What?"

"I have to make more!"

Hold your fist on fire. I was blinking at the attitude that changed in an instant.

I have a visitor in my office.

"Mr. Vice President, are you there?"

The one who came in with a bright face was Ozzie CP. He found me within days and his face became brighter.

"Ah, here you are, Mr. Fiddy! Great timing."

"· · · · · ·."

And unlike him, I had an ominous feeling at the moment.

095 Borrow Chicken and Ride Back (6) End