King of the Last Drama

A tavern somewhere with shared rooms.

The two men who were drinking were focusing their attention on the TV in one corner. The drama on the screen is "The Jewelry Box in the Research Journal".

The look of the heroine on the screen is cool.

I'm guessing who did it. It may be difficult, but let's find it somehow and make it pay.

The 43rd and 44th paintings of the "Journal of Research" revealed an invisible Eugang Jin and then showed the same development as the Nodo.

In particular, the composition of the deduction part chased after each other was driven by a speedy appearance, which made the illusion seem to be proceeding at several times the speed.

"Not bad. You know where to stay focused but you know where to draw strength."

Ten million directors laughed as they watched the scene unfailingly. There were 10 million actors playing around.

"Why are you such a snob? You can't ask him to do that, can you?"

"That's right, but why don't you just praise your rival friend?"

"Haha, that makes sense!"

The two male directors and actor Kyungtaeyoung smiled face to face.

Max. booze bottles. I feel like I'm trying to fill my friend's cup and take it to my mouth with a pranky laugh and make me sick. In that attitude, Kwok Taeyoung pressed the bell with a familiar bitter laugh and ordered a new drink.

"I was surprised to hear. I can't believe he's going to the drama."

"What's more surprising than that Kwon Tae-young director filming a drama? What the hell is going on?"

Kwok Taeyoung shrugged without denying it. It was not yet officially announced, but the mind was already set.

He muttered without answering.

"What about you?"

"Hey, don't you even know what I'm looking for? Tha-young is better than you."

"Haha."

Kwok Taeyoung laughs bitterly. He is a virtuous man who is called the King of Joy.

"Maybe so, but the skill of the director is not that big of a deal for you. Didn't you say no when Director Kim Chul asked you to work with him?"

"I told you before. He's become less human."

Max. snorts as if unpleasant. Kwok Taeyoung laughed at his head.

"Besides that, Director Lee Hyun-seok also has a strange color, right?"

"Let me tell you, there's only color. I don't know if I learned from the framework, but it's the magnetic currents inside. I've never seen anyone as interesting as him."

"Hmm."

It was an unusual compliment to my friend and long-time partner, Kwok Tae Young, who routinely complained of being a "naughty kid."

He asked the director of the jaw stroke.

"In the first place, Taeyoung said you were trying to get into the movie?"

"Well, I did."

Kwok Taeyoung admitted.

"Director Lee Hyun-seok is the closest I've ever seen to Director Kim Chul's performance. We need his help to feed him a shot."

"Oh my God, why are you so obsessed with him these days?"

He asked if he couldn't understand it.

"Tell him to do an art film. Audience waterways are overwhelming. It's different from each other."

"· · · · · ·."

Although it would normally be positive with a vague laugh, Kwon Taeyoung was consistent with a strange silence. Maxwoong also kicked his tongue and did not speak any more.

I like it or dislike it or have a long relationship. I knew it wasn't easy to keep my mouth shut like a clam.

"So just tell me this. It's not because of director Kim Cheol that you decided to play this time, is it?"

"That's not it."

Kwok Taeyoung denied it.

"Well, it doesn't really matter."

"That's the answer I want to give you."

In terms of ambiguity.

It was the moment when he threats to hold his fist with a frown.

Beyond the compartment, I heard a sigh of laughter. The 44 paintings in the TV's "Research Journal" came to a close.

Eugang smiles at the contents of the research journal on the screen.

As I said, the protagonist of this research journal is always clean. She's my mother. She'll be your grandmother biologically everywhere.

· · · · · ·.

And, well. It doesn't matter, but you have a sister.

And a picture that really doesn't seem like much. But the presence was enormous.

Even the director of Kwok Tae Young, who saw it, immediately became a frozen face.

Even the tone that comes out is disappointing.

"No, really? Is that how you do it?"

"Not really."

Maw chuckles with a face that looks like a successful surprise party.

"So it's fun. I heard about that, and then I yelled at the casting."

"No, commonly."

"Uh-huh, the harder it is to understand commonly, the more fun it is."

"The gangs in the city of law enforcement, though?"

Taeyoung, who saw the end of the stupid drama, was sarcastic. When I turned on my phone, the comment window for the article that was poured out was already Abigail Gyu.

What? What the hell??

So, the author of the journal, the Vulcan Civilization Psycho, survived the play?

Jung Chang made Vulcan civilization and Yun Ga-yeon made the Twelve Palaces?

So the Vulcan Feud in American Priqual is a family fight??

There were a lot of newly released stories. However, the most frightening piece of bread was a picture of people passing by.

That's a favor, isn't it?

My granddaughter is Yoon Ga-yeon, and my sister is a supporter? What the fuck are you talking about?

So you heard in "Like a play" that you tried to kidnap your grandmother? Are you crazy?

You're not in the right time zone, are you? What the hell is this?

Taeyoung Kwak sighed after looking at Ausung.

"Anyway, there are two things I'm sure of."

"What's wrong?"

"The first is that that's going to be the exclusive topic of the week, and the second is · · · ·."

"It's going to start being called an opening."

He smiled.

"Don't worry. Don't you even know Lee Hyun-suk is walking? He doesn't know that. Rather, he was aiming for this reaction."

Director Kwok Tae Young sighed and nodded.

"Well, he's a tough guy to understand, too."

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"· · · · · ·??"

I couldn't understand the situation.

Specifically, the message that came before me.

'Jewelry Box in Research Journal' 44 painting has ended. The results are aggregated. · · · · · ·

Done. Average viewing rate is 39.1%, and 81% of viewers consider the drama to be a block.

I rubbed my eyes and looked again. But the figures taken did not change.

It was strange. The barracks in my eyes were an overwhelming figure I had never seen before.

Why? Did that damn thing finally break down?

[There's a chance of a breakdown!]

Kim Chul Sunbae sighed.

[Damn it, I was right! I thought this was the end of the line, but I was right!]

"Yes? Where the hell are you going?"

I was dumbfounded. Kim Chol Sunbae set up a fitting.

[First of all, in "Like a Theatre", the relationship between Jong-yeong and Han-support became weird! What's their relationship?]

I tilted my head, but once I asked, I replied.

"Uh, biologically problematic?"

[Yes! Don't you feel something strange about that expression?]

I've been thinking.

"· · · Well?"

[Argh!]

"Senior?!"

Kim Chul Sunbae began to run like he was in emotional anxiety.

[Grunts, grunts] I should have known from the time I heard that shit about the missile assassination!]

I still didn't understand, but I couldn't help it anyway.

"I'm sorry, Senior. I think about it, and I think it's a curtain."

[There's no answer to that, you son of a bitch! We're doomed! After looking into the abyss and eating cotton candy, we finally became abysses!]

Well, I think I'd be pissed if I said this, but it sounded a little cool.

I comforted you.

"It's okay, Senior. Isn't Fiddy going through a little bit of a deadbeat drama like he's breathing without knowing he's deadbeat?"

[It's just an asshole, you crazy bastard!]

Kim Chol Sunbae exploded.

I then called the calligrapher and Idona, respectively.

Yeah, well, you know, I took the risk of hearing the curtain.

· · · In the first place, did you think this was not a bar? Wouldn't you rather take a break?

Well, when opinions came together, I couldn't convince myself.

I guess so. This was a barracks.

[· · · I have to write a will.]

I told him to try and sweeten it.

"It's okay, Senior. You know what? We will soon have a great staff."

[Mm-hmm.] That's right. He's a great talent.]

After bringing him to the puppy by the last means, Kim Chul's complexion barely improved a bit.

"And why do you want to see such a negative side?"

[What?]

"Look at the figures. If you change your mind, isn't this a chance for genius?"

The message window still showed figures.

Barracks also reached 39.1% of viewing.

The target is a 40-percent viewing rate and a 90-percent bar, so this is the situation where success comes before the eyes.

A level that can end in one go without even having to plan for the next!

Even the calligrapher has a reputation for being a barracks for years to come. It's helping the situation.

[Mm · · · · · ·.]

However, despite my enthusiastic attitude, Senior Seol Kim's face remained depressed.

[I'm not cheating anymore.]

"Yes?"

[I must have pretended to give you another chance and then tried to drop it. If we decide and try to make a film, we'll go all the way down and fuck people and throw away the title "King of Fine Dramas."]

"· · · · · ·."

Seriously.

I sighed and changed my words.

"Very well. If you're not so confident, let's ask an expert for advice."

[Expert?]

"After a while, Gia sees talent. Besides, didn't we even get a perfect assistant named Kim Kyung-suk?"

I smiled at repentance.

"Each of them is at the end of the apostleship and apocalypse of the last drama. If you ask them for advice together, don't you think there's no blind spot?"

[· · · · · ·.]

It looks like a thousand horses and a limelight are helping me at the same time. There could be a failure.

"What do you think?"

My perfect plan, Kim Chul, still nodded reluctantly with a cool attitude.

[Who said that? Take care of it.]

· · · Well, an outstanding stranger was a proven act, not a word.

137 Two idiots in one hat (4 ends)