King of the Last Drama

"Ouch."

After Lee Hyun-Seok lost all I had to say, Choi Hyeong became the face of a man who suffered from osteoporosis.

"Damn it, I've never lived like that again."

"Didn't you say you continued to do the same with MBS? You shouldn't have been overheard."

Ozzie CP in the corner smiled.

"And well, people in the world usually think of themselves as complicated and wise, but others simply assert that they are not."

"Writing a text is easy. Who the hell are you talking about?"

"Last time, this Fiddy said to me,"

"· · · · · ·."

Ozzie shrugs her shoulders after receiving Choi Hyeong's gaze.

"So, what are you going to do?"

"Tell me something. If you're not capable, you'd rather be."

Ozzie defended Slummy Lee Hyun-seok as Choi Choi Choi complained.

"On the contrary, you might be able to live like that. Movie director Kim Chul is a freak, right?"

"It's hard to take such an example. Kwon Tae Young, who is tied together, is humble and sensible."

"So you know commerciality, but you're not insulting critics, are you?"

"Umm."

The longest-serving president closed his mouth.

Even so, I wondered if Kim Chul's artistic temperament and Lee Hyun-seok's inalienable qualities could be tied together.

He nodded his head and concluded.

"It can't be much. Let's leave it to that little girl who's the essence."

Ozzie nods as if this is the expected conclusion.

"What do you plan to do with your budget?"

"Even if I try to give you a lot, the directors will suck. This time, it's better to do it just so you don't get upset."

"Yes."

The directors he was talking about were the so-called headquarters-level people.

SBC, a commercial broadcaster, has the structure of being an internal director and being a member of the board of directors at the same time as an employee is the head of the headquarters. To put it backwards, it is quite common for an outsider to fall into a parachute.

Among them, the Director of Production and Planning, who oversees drama and talent, is one rank higher than the Managing Director, and the Director of Broadcasting Support is one rank higher than the Managing Director. It was the opponents who had to hold and shake in order to do anything before they retired.

Choi Hyeong-joong shook his tongue. Although the push of the "Research Journal" is helping to position itself, there is still a long way to go.

"I think if Lee Hyun-Seok gives me his next speech, I'll be able to secure it."

"Well, this new Fiddy will be joined by the greatest. Wouldn't that be enough to draw attention?"

In the words of Ozzie's hopeful mix, Choi Hyuk snorted.

"Drama is scenario play after all. What the hell is Kim Kyung-suk gonna do with it? Are you going to make the ultimate drama?"

Seo Soo-hyun Choi is a leading figure who doesn't appreciate self-replication. But even though he thought so, Seo Soo-hyun was no different than Hemingway.

I had no idea whether or not I would choose the worst option at all.

"Well, if you try to understand that, it doesn't mean much. What would you do with this new Fiddy?"

"Either way, you push it."

Choi Hyeong sighed again.

"Do as you're told. Tell Morning Glass entertainment corners to interview Lee and Mae Woong."

"You might like St. Fiddy, but are you sure you're okay? · · · · · ·."

"Damn it, I'll take care of it."

This, too, was the face I gave up.

#

December was also entering the window.

Carol flows out all over the street as she once did, informing her that Christmas is imminent.

"Well done!"

"Thank you!"

And in the meantime, the last shot of the "Jewelry Box in the Research Journal" ended with the loud voice of the staff.

Contrary to the original work of drawing the rising curve as a whole, it was a lot of talking and a lot of riding. There were also a number of instances where the viewership rate fell as a result of encountering bad news.

Nevertheless, when the end is good, it is all good law. Most faces were bright.

Well, there was still some time left to get angry, but this was the last time with the shooting staff, and the actors, except for the editing process.

"It's been a pleasure. I wish I could work with this Fiddy again, if possible."

"So am I, Director Choi."

"I don't know when I'll be able to sleep this comfortably."

"Haha, that's because you're a better writer than I am."

Fidi, of course, I was busy getting greetings. The staff, of course, exchanged a word with the actors and gave examples of daily work.

He encouraged the puppy who finished filming, knocked on the shoulders of the playful Hong Ji-ho who grumbled about changing the male protagonist, and even consoled the famous woo who cried by holding hands for the rest of his life.

"Senior, please!"

Of course, in a slightly different sense, I ignored the next FedEx crying.

[Poor thing.]

Kim Chul Sunbae had a sad face the other day.

After such a process was completed over time, I moved my feet outside the scene feeling exhausted. I had to go back to everything, but I wanted to avoid the crowd for a while.

[So, Hyun-seok, you seem to think you're insane.]

Kim Chul-soo closes her mouth as she continues to howl.

I turned my eyes. There is usually only one case where the senior wears this unnaturally.

Either that or Idona looks a long way away. It's a hue I haven't noticed yet.

I woke up with a sneaky prank and killed my footsteps. I sucked honey alone when I was struggling. I deserve a thousand bees.

If you had seen it, it would have been on fire.

Carol was flowing out somewhere far away. It was faint as if it were going to go off.

As I approached, I realized that there was no overlap between the sound of music and the sound of song.

All the other deer, they laughed in mockery.

Idona leans against the fence. A song flowed out of my red lips.

The eyes were facing the sky, and the expression on the face was thinner than the faint sound. I heard people chirping and laughing farther and farther.

I forgot what I was thinking and looked at his face for a moment.

It felt strange.

"Poor Rudolph, that loner bastard, what? Tell me you have it!"

That's a big turnaround.

There's nowhere else to go that looks like it's going to fly, from being a little nervous to just blowing.

I shrugged and asked.

"You're doing great, aren't you? Poor Rudolph."

"Can you make it look like Rudolph's nose?"

"Let's quit."

I don't know how to make it, but I don't think it's a good offer with that ugly look on my face.

I fix my face and bow my head.

"You've done a great job shooting, Mr. Idona."

According to my polite attitude, Idona has furthermore twisted her face.

"Tomorrow, too, you'll see your face in that office. What, like we're breaking up now?"

"· · · Well, that's it."

My answer was that my eyebrows, which had sunk for a while, stood still again shortly.

"And when the troublemaker said that, he didn't appreciate it as much as he did. I'm gonna go and ask her where she is, and she's gonna say she's crazy."

"Yes, sir."

She nodded her head and somehow Idona looked even worse.

· · · It's always the same, but I don't know what to do.

After thinking about it, I handed out two beverage cans and handed them one. Idona snorted, but drank without a word.

A moment of silence passed.

I asked.

"Are you looking forward to Christmas?"

"Exactly the opposite."

Idona replied in a slightly unsolved voice.

"I don't have a good memory in December. I hope it's a little better this year."

"Don't you have any good memories? It's the end of the year, just for the awards ceremony."

"Oh, my mom passed away."

Suddenly I closed my mouth. Kim Chul Sunbae also tried not to look at me, but his beard was shaking.

Idona laughed at the flute.

"Don't do that. It's an old story. When I was nine. I was an orphan early in the day."

"· · · · · ·."

Kim Chul Sunbae's agitation became more severe. I couldn't help but be a little surprised. So early?

I looked at him and asked.

"What about that, Father?"

"Oh, once you're alive."

Idona seemed to like it.

"I told her to go see the human before she died. I'd rather not starve to death than go to someone who hasn't seen his face."

"Mmm."

"Don't make that look. You weren't much better than me, were you? Kee, the writer or Snow, he's better than me."

How only these people came together, and Idona laughed. It was simply a curious twist.

This attitude is not really algebraic, so I felt a little better too.

"Well, I was better. My aunt picked it up right away."

"Do you have a family?"

"I was single. Well, so far."

Idona smiles bitterly.

"I'm going to be my aunt's age next year, but I still don't understand what kind of heart you're trying to raise."

"You're a great man."

"· · · Really."

A moment of silence passed.

After that, Idona's voice became a little more distant as if it were buried in the wind.

"Near Christmas, there's a sacrifice. Auntie tried to go alone, but I used to follow her with force because I really didn't want to be alone."

I nod. I know what it feels like.

"But when I went there, I didn't have anything to go to. I don't know if he's a very good family member, but he doesn't even treat private individuals."

"· · · · · ·."

"How long am I going to live like that with my aunt while I'm still listening? There's a good line. I don't know what I'm going to do about my topic. What are you going to do about raising a kid? Send him to the facility."

Idona laughed at the flute.

"So I decided not to go the following year, but I didn't like it when I thought I'd be left alone. I went back and listened to it all. · · Well, December was my childhood."

"· · · Yes."

"I don't think I'm going to spend it alone right now, but it still makes me feel a little bit worse at this time. Well, that's the thing."

I turned my head and looked at Senior Kim Chul. He was stained with guilt, anger, and some other emotion that he did not know.

The senior tries to open his mouth a few times, and eventually shakes his face.

Idona lowers her head.

"I apologize for being rude a year ago. In the absence of this, it was a bad thing."

"· · · Do you still remember that?"

"For now."

It was a calm expression.

I realized that the way Idona looked at me - a nervous attitude, a desire, a snoring, a biagnan - might not be her essence.

At least the face I'm looking at allowed me to think like that.

I looked at Kim Chul Sunbae and Idona's face alternately with my head down and was locked in contemplation for a while. After clearing his mind, he opened his mouth.

"Do you have an appointment before or after Christmas?"

"· · · Know everything and ask what? I don't have an official schedule, I don't have anyone to stay with."

"Well done."

I nodded and opened my mouth to Idona, who snorted.

"So can you spare time on Eve? I think it would be nice to spend some time with you."

"Yeah, well."

Idona, who nodded reflexively, paused.

I remember a look on my face that I had never seen before.

"Yes?"

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