King of the Last Drama

"Damn it! What the hell happened to the paranoia, that one!"

Zhang Yeon-chul nervously lowered his desk.

"I've been recording and storing conversations for almost half a year? For no reason? Is he insane?!"

Gee, my teeth are cracked.

This was also done with considerable risk. Nevertheless, it was only a day away from achieving a certain achievement.

Zhang Yeon-chul, who was furious with his bloody eyes, barely sank his heart.

Yes. I thought Lee Hyun-suk already knew he was insane. It was first of all to escape from the headwinds that were now blowing.

Zhang Yeon-dao had a hole already prepared, not a railroad idiot.

He listens to his cell phone as he has always done.

"Yes, it's me. Not the other way around."

In just a few seconds, the phone was disconnected. Zhang Yeon-chul was bruised for a while and then regained consciousness and dialed the next number.

But it didn't last long either. No, Dorir, this call was a little shorter.

What? What's going on?

Zhang Yeon-chul was unable to hide his panic. The door is open.

"Hey, you bastard! You knock too!"

Zhang Jeong-cheol, who thought he was the AD who instructed the work, immediately stopped speaking.

"I'm sorry I didn't know how to knock, Jean Fiddy."

Kim Jaeung, the head of Drama Headquarters, cleverly knocked on the door with an open expression. Next to him stood the CP of a displeased face.

As the situation is changing, Jang Jeong-cheol shook my feet. But I took care of my complexion within a year.

"After me, I have the President of Wongwon Hun. There is no way that even the head of the headquarters can do this. '

I opened my mouth in the most delicate tone possible.

"· · · What have you done so far, Chief?"

"I'd like to ask. What the hell are you doing?"

Chief Kim made an impression.

"If you had done something crazy, you would have handed it over to me."

"· · · Yes?"

Zhang Yeon-chul suddenly became bruised.

"Please wait! What is that? · · · · ·."

"Don't think we'll cover you on our side. I'm ashamed of you."

Hold still, Zhang Yeon-chul opened his mouth. He could have guessed the situation on his way back.

"Are you making that up because you can't win with drama? You've ruined the entire image of our station!"

The head of HQ growls.

"How the hell am I supposed to take responsibility?"

Next to him, CP closes his eyes as he sees the troubled junior's face whiten.

#

If you talk about top-ranking actresses in the next few years, like Miss Seolmi did before, you can count Lee, Han Yumi, Cho Ahm, and Bae Hyun-jung. Idona is not included here.

Because at some point he suddenly declares his retirement and makes a tentative decision. The reason is at least as far as I know.

I had already left the station at the time, but the rumors that spread over the years were enormous.

He was secretly married to a royal family somewhere abroad, and he met his father who was abducted, dead, or thought he was dead, and was shocked and even heard strangely that he was nursing.

Originally, it would have happened quite later than the "Research Journal" shot, but I couldn't care less.

That's why I thought about it as an end in persuading President Park Jin-tae to mark him thoroughly.

· · · And fortunately, it was somehow helpful.

There is a strong uproar about actor Idona's words and controversy.

The news was flowing.

I'm sure it wasn't just this case, but it looks like a rat that took a step back from a cow.

It turns out that the original recording file, which was evidence, was made public and was edited very maliciously. The fact that Seongjin A, who was the victim, induced such a reaction is also revealing and has great repercussions.

While Seongjin A and its affiliates have been keeping silent so far, the Trupass side, the first to send a report, is a commonly difficult explanation that there are many aspects to work.

The TV went off with the sound of the picks. Seo Soo-hyun's writer pressed the remote control.

"Oh, it's been a few days."

The gaze meets. I wink with a coolly stiffened eye.

Even though Hado Sangha came to me countless times, I don't get used to it as much as this lady.

I apologized reflectively.

"· · ·."

"Do you need to apologize to me?"

Seo Soo-hyun opened her eyes slightly, as if the writer was strange.

"First of all, it is the position of the writer Seo-yerin."

"This fiddy was a perfect apprentice before it got bigger. It's not a good idea for a man to walk out of that pose when he tugs."

It sounds fine to me.

If I hadn't seen firsthand what kind of skin she put in the 'old days', I would have accepted it straight away.

I came to the conclusion.

"So, did you get a picture of the situation?"

"Yes."

I scratched my head. I chose what I wanted to say, and I decided to just spit out what came out of my throat.

"· · · Is this guy stupid?"

I barely refined what I was going to say, "asshole."

According to the information I scratched, Seo Soo-hyun told me, Zhang Yeon-cheol PD's intervention was so blatant. I had no choice but to think differently.

This level is not a problem if you put it together publicly and bury it.

"If you were really stupid, you wouldn't last a decade on this floor as a fiddy."

Seo Soo-hyun said.

"I don't know what I was believing, but I don't think so."

"· · · · · ·."

Very mild tone. In the light of this lady's personality, it looks like she's getting a little tight.

Zhang Yeong-cheol was trying to indirectly cut off the reputation of Seo-yerin writer Idona Gun.

· · · I want to be sane.

I would choose to call myself bald in front of President Choi Seo Soo-hyun because I piss him off.

I asked carefully.

"What are you going to do?"

"Patience is important when cooking."

A slightly fatty answer came back.

"If you're in a hurry to stock your meat, grill the outside and mince it so it doesn't taste good."

"That · · · · · ·."

"I cook. If this Fiddy has a decent recipe, you might as well share it."

I'm telling you not to touch him, because I'll hand him over after you catch him.

After experiencing the stubbornness of Seo Soo-hyun, I quietly mourned. I'm a little worried about the broken Gia, but it wasn't the system to mention it.

"By the way, where did Writer Seo Soo-hyun get the information?"

"You sent someone from the boss's side. He did what he wanted, so he's guilty."

"Mm-hmm."

President of MBS. I frowned.

"Like a play," Zhang Yeong-cheol's movements were profound, but they were so elaborate that they could not be grasped at all.

I wondered if there was some sort of retraction in the way that he acted so stupid.

I opened my mouth to ask that question.

"Writer Seo Soo-hyun."

"Hey, Fiddy."

"Yes?"

"In the meantime, I've been thinking, doesn't that sound like someone else?"

"· · · · · ·?"

I blinked at a sudden, unintelligible complaint. Seo Soo-hyun added with an unreadable expression.

"Yerin and the kite are deep, but I think it's okay to call them out a little more comfortably."

I don't know what the hell you're talking about. So what do you call it?

"I see. I think you'll be okay."

· · · I don't know English.

"I'll do that."

Not that I couldn't accept it anyway, but I accepted it. Seo Soo-hyun smiled satisfactorily.

While I was giving and receiving such conversations, the phone rang. It was Park Jintae.

I sought an understanding and received a phone call from a distance.

"What's going on, Vice President?"

I contacted the representative to get his authorization.

Park Jintae was a slightly excited tone.

"Is that it?"

While I was listening to Donna, I came up with a good way to use the current situation.

Hm.

It's going to be quite complicated, if you can.

"Once you run it."

I said, Park Jintae is back.

Yes?

"It's an urgent situation. Mr. Vice President, the idea can't be bad, so I think it would be right to save time."

And to be honest, Seo Soo-hyun was too scared to say that he was going back to this.

Park Jintae said in a slightly heavier voice after a brief silence.

Very well, thank you for trusting me.

I hung up. I went back to talking to Writer Seo Soo-hyun without much thought.

And in less than a day, I will regret this.

#

"· · · So, Idona. What the hell are you trying to do?"

About an hour before Park Jintae called, Idona was being drugged.

I was relieved that the situation was going well. After a while, the story was moved to hold the original press conference.

"I've already got the testimony."

The detective said it solemnly.

"You were trying to work with Lee Hyun-Seok Fiddy on your side. Wrong?"

"· · · · · ·."

"I don't know if it was a sniper for Lee Hyun-seok Fiddy or a sniper for the whole company, but the truth has already been revealed under 10,000. You better make a quick confession for your own good."

Idona turns her head.

"Chief, can you get rid of this fool for now?"

Park Jintae took Hong Ji-ho's side by inhaling hot sugar in the chimney instead of answering.

Thanks to this, Hong Ji Ho became more energetic, and Idona sighed for a long time.

"· · · Are you really doing this?"

"You were bad this time, Donna."

Park Jin Tae's gaze was stern.

"It's not like you're doing what you want to do for a day or two, but he never treated you like that."

"· · · · · ·."

"Tell me what you were trying to do."

Despite repeated interrogations, Idona kept silence. I was persistent.

The problem was that the other two were more persistent. They were ashamed not to let him out all night without listening to reason.

Park Jin-tae's face became cruel at last.

"Donna, are you really going to do something to Representative?"

"That's not what I meant!"

Idona scratches her head nervously. Then I hesitated for a long time, and I ended up sniveling.

"So he said he wouldn't accept me."

"I know. So?"

"I don't get it, and I'm asking you why, because the company is too small."

"· · · · · ·?"

"Then I want to help raise you."

Why is the story so bizarre? Park Jintae closed his eyes.

"No, then the press conference."

Idona is tempered with a face that has been cracked.

"I was just trying to catch your eye! You know how to grow a size here, right?"

"· · · · · ·."

Once inflated, it inflates indefinitely. A gold medal if the opponent is inflated.

Hong Ji Ho asked me a horrible question.

"· · · You, weren't you trying to get revenge from Lee Hyun-Seok?"

Idona kicks the Red Jiho nervously.

"Do you think I'm a crazy bitch?"

"No · · · · ·."

· · · I thought so until now.

Considering the spectacular stories to date, it seems reasonable to believe that Idona's explanation is now a lie.

"· · · Here. I was ready."

But what followed was the dizziness to say that it was just a few days of preparation.

While Hong Ji-ho was rubbing his eyes hard, Park Jintae was still staring at it.

Hong Ji Ho looked suspicious.

"Chief?"

"· · · This, I can use it?"

"Yes?"

Whether or not Hong Ji Ho made a bad look, Park Jintae called Lee Hyun-seok after the bear thought of something.

And finally, the answer was good with follow-up.

#

Idona was coming out of the screen. I was disguised as exhausted.

The reporter who was interviewed as an actor was full of disgusting looks.

So Mr. Idona wanted to announce his transfer to Whistleton?

That's right. There were many other things, but that was the main purpose.

It's a pretty striking choice compared to the location, but did you have a separate story? "

Idona sighs blatantly.

I'm doing this because I can't. "

Yes, sir?

Lee Hyun-Seok, Fiddy and Representative. So I was going to send you a public love call.

The reporter's mouth was blank when questioned on the screen. And his mouth, which was looking at the screen, was a little bigger than that.

But the situation did not stop here.

The fire that followed Idona's words began to sprout in a strange direction.

102 Horses cannot live in the grass (6) End