King of the Last Drama

I've been trying to convince you for a while. But Essence was busy twisting his ears and shaking his head.

"I can't! That's ridiculous!"

The speed was so fast that it looked like a flag struck by a typhoon.

"Think again, Senior! Do you intend to entrust the Army to the Joint Chiefs?"

"· · · Isn't that too subtle a metaphor?"

"Then Nivelle, no, it's horse-drawn! I'm going to the mountains!"

I think it was a disappointing story. His eyes were spinning, and a parable from his usual history and origins spilled out.

But I couldn't stand down either. If I don't catch an integer, I'm really in charge.

It was only natural for me to be impatient because of my hair loss.

"Why me in the first place? You can ask the other great Fiddies, right?"

Because it's all wrong.

I can't say that. I told him to be nice.

"I think your experience has built up enough. You have a plan, don't you?"

"It was a low-budget mini-series, a little greedy."

Essence gave Gigi a cold look.

"I don't know if you don't feel well about yourself, but Living Like a Theatre and Jewelry in a Research Journal have all been enormously successful. By the way, you're gonna leave the next one to me?"

I actually feel like I'm calling out in front of my eyes.

"As soon as I get out of the article, I'm good to see what's so boring!"

"· · · Of course I will respect your thoughts."

It was a much more violent reaction than I thought, so I took a step back. Sunbae, too, was a little sunken when I stepped back.

I then said in the most progressive tone.

"But I want you to know this. I said it because I thought it was possible enough for you."

"Senior · · · ·."

Sue opens her mouth small and Kim Chol looks at me with her eyes at the con artist.

But this wasn't exactly a lie.

"That's enough about staffing, more eyes on Conti and cuts."

"· · · · · ·."

"Don't tell me the truth. I thought you'd rather stay in KBC."

"Yes?"

Essence, which was still a dull hue, shook her head. I'm opening my rabbit's eyes.

"I've had a little bit of a career, but I thought you'd get enough recognition."

It was true. In about two years, Suu Kyi would have started looking for her own stability.

"Nevertheless, it was greed that brought you here."

"· · · Greed?"

"Don't say it directly. I don't have enough people to trust right now."

Essence was listening with a zinc expression.

"The franchise is getting bigger and I only have one body. It's a rolling stone, so you don't have to use people from SBC."

"Then · · · · ·."

"Yes, I want you to take my back."

Originally, I was thinking about political finance.

However, the shovels of the barricade forced KBC to come out and twist things up. It was quite a fortunate thing for me that Essence followed.

"If it's a burden, don't force it. But remember, it's what you want me to do in the end."

"Senior · · · ·."

"You're the only person I can trust right now."

In my words, Essence did not speak with his head down for a moment.

I wonder if it was the moment I was going to stand up shaking my head. Essence raises her head.

He said his eyes were shimmering.

"· · · I'll do it, Senior."

"Oh, really?"

Indeed, in a dramatic reversal, I couldn't help but open my eyes. Essence embraced him with a firm expression.

"If you trust me that much, I will do my best."

"Yeah, that's it!"

I couldn't win the joy and knocked on the shoulder of Essence. It felt like the bristles that had gone halfway up the guillotine came back together.

"· · · Still, I think you need a lot of help."

"Of course. I'll help you as much as I can!"

Even after Essence left to check the lighting plate, I was touched for a while. Next to him, Kim Chul also had a decade-old look on his face.

If you look at it, it will work.

It was around the time I was sweeping my chest like that.

"That's great. Thank you for accepting the only one you can trust."

I turned my head in surprise. Idona was making an annoying look.

"When did you start?"

"From the beginning. Why, it's thick?"

"· · · · · ·."

The boat was tougher than usual. I think it's even based on Hong Ji Ho.

He just kept his mouth shut to not deal with it, and Idona asked again.

"You're not going to take the next one?"

"That's what happened. I intend to prepare a new one."

"I've never heard of it."

"I picked out two pieces of gingerbread in my style. It's time for the viewers to get bored."

I barely looked around.

"Diversification of choreography is essential for the life of the franchise."

I had a lot of room to tackle, even though Idona didn't really point out. Instead, he asked:

"Do you know the writers?"

"No."

"I'm the first?"

Idona looks a little strange and then hardens her face.

"The new one, who are you preparing it with?"

"Nothing has been clearly defined yet."

"What about the writer? What about the scenario? What about the cast?"

"· · · Have you said that nothing has been set yet?"

Goldfish.

Despite what I said, Idona was still an unfathomable face. I sighed and added:

"Don't get me wrong. I'm not complaining. I just want to try something new."

A thorough drama, no doubt.

"· · · That means, at least you're not a retainer or a calligrapher?"

"That's how it is."

Idona paused and asked.

"What about her?"

"I don't think so at the moment. They're both too strong for this series."

For other reasons, it was just annoying how to deal with it.

I wedged my ear.

"On the same terms, Idona is out. Trade-mark style or Yoon Ga-yeon side or image is too strong."

"· · · I can also play well."

"I know, but I want to pick a whole new one. Please understand."

It was a chance to catch it again after all. I had no intention of blowing it out of my fist.

That's why I was already planning to continue filming the "Research Journal".

The way that came out was surprisingly simple.

["Like a play"] was unusual because it was necessary to collect the attention.]

'Yes, but you don't have to come now.'

It does not employ a newcomer or an unknown writer, but an aged writer who has already been proven to be the godmother of last minute drama. and casts the actor of the fixed image, who belongs to the division of the author.

And it creates a thorough last-minute drama that is infinitely fashionable and unmistakable.

That was the perfect plan without any doubt.

[· · · There is a feeling of returning too far.]

But Idona still asked in an unconvincing tone.

"Isn't that a new image for me?"

"Yes."

When I cut it, Idona's eyebrows twitch.

The 'evil plagues' and 'protagonists' of the last drama I want are very flat things. Neither one goes with Idonawa.

"· · · So, if you show me a new image that you haven't seen so far, can you think again?"

"If you can."

I shrugged. He's got good pride on him again.

Idona hums, snorts.

"Remember that."

I forgot after half a day. It was because I got a message from Sang-jae.

· · · Mm.

It seemed like I needed a little advice.

#

A few days later, the daily Celebrity Today .

A journalist was staring at the junior in the corridor where no one was.

"Hey, you bastard. What the hell are you doing?"

Looking at the growling senior reporter, the rigid material has a flattering face.

"· · · I don't know what you mean?"

"This son of a bitch is crazy!"

"Ah."

"Ah?"

A senior in a frozen attitude grabs his neck with his right hand. I look like I can eat it right now.

"Now, where's the guy who just broke the sign, pushing the article directly into the desk? Aren't you up or down?"

However, the stiff material followed the tongue with a tired expression.

"Wasn't it a battle for each and every one of you?"

"· · · What?"

"In addition, if you had eaten so much from Zhang Yeon-cheol PD, you would have put it in a shredder and poured it into your head. I don't know why you're mad at me."

In the meantime, the junior, who shrunk when he made contact, seemed to have some difficulty breathing.

Twist the tie by hand and crouch it.

"Hey, rigid material. You don't want to work? You think it's hard for me to let you out?"

"Let me out."

Rigid material said happily.

"But I'm not going to die alone."

"What?"

The senior reporter was blocked from speaking at the moment. Rigid material shrugs blatantly.

"Don't you know the movement now? On the MBS side, the writer Seo Soo-hyun's eyes were wide open, and you really think he'll be okay?"

The senior reporter let go of my hand without even knowing. The rigid material trims the cloak.

The words that followed shook a little.

"You, you punk!"

"Well, thank you for making me one. I have nowhere else to go."

"You?"

A senior reporter who knew the situation of rigid materials was laughing and biting.

The phone rang. The rigid material identified the caller and was reflexive.

"Yes! I got a call, brother!"

His face was further distorted by that attitude. · · · · · · without any habit.

"Yes, yes. I was just talking. You're threatening to kick me out. Maybe you should really get me a job."

The senior reporter closed his eyes. Even in the midst of his disappointment, the call continued.

"Thank you, but I want you to take a look."

He was reflexively handed over the phone. I heard a heavy basin.

Nice to meet you.

"· · · Who are you?"

It's Lee Hyun-seok.

The senior reporter was stiff.

I believe you probably know. I think you've been enjoying writing this article for some time now.

I swallowed the dried saliva. I didn't even care about the rigid material that was hitting the other side.

"· · · What's going on?"

You know.

The voice beyond the phone was silent. And that's why I was even more ferocious.

I have something to tell you about Zhang Yeon-Chul Fiddy.

"Hey, I don't know what the hell you're talking about."

If you want to keep your righteousness, that's good too.

Lee Hyun-seok smiled low.

I'm sure you'll be impressed. Seo Soo-hyun writer will also look beautiful.

"· · · · · ·."

What would you like to do?

I had a cold sweat on my forehead.

#

"It went well. I think it was rewarding to advise Sang-jae."

I put the phone down. It was quite a satisfactory call.

Park Jintae was a little flattered as he nodded his head.

"· · · Did you really intend to join the Sanjae army?"

"Actually, I still want you to come. It would be more aptitude than celebrity journalists."

I smiled.

Rigid materials are great workers. Especially good at reading and balancing the atmosphere. As a manager, it is the optimal line of sight.

"Even though Lee Young-min's manager crossed over, the workforce is scarce. I think it's a good idea to put it on the" Airless "page."

"What would you do if you were disgusted?"

Park Jintae laughed bitterly.

Rigid materials were very generous to meet Han Yumi or other members, but when I heard about my sister, I was frightened.

· · · Well, I didn't know how it felt.

I was in the middle of a conversation. Someone came into the office.

Park Jintae, who looked back, was reflexed.

"Oh, it's Donna. Welcome home. I have something to say about the contract."

Park Jin Tae's words stopped. I also raised my head, curious because of the strangely disconnected flow.

Park Jintae was hardened with a zinc look. And, uh...

· · · Who is that?

107 The Blind End of Knowing Elephants