King of the Last Drama

Kwok Taeyoung was locked in contemplation while holding the manuscript.

The content was not bad. No, it was good.

But it was too directional. Kwok Taeyoung pondered how to get it out and decided to turn it as far as possible.

"Do you know Robert Mojis from the old days?"

"Isn't he the one who created New York today? Mr. Builder."

"That's right."

In Seo-yeon's reply, Kwok Tae-young nodded.

"I don't know."

"There are many achievements, but the reality is that they were more people. The static -- he never actually went to public office, but when he used an illegitimate means to create a large park, he was blinded."

It was a very thoroughly prepared and lightened room. But the attack failed thoroughly.

"· · · Why?"

"It's already June, so everyone said there's a cool park, but I don't know what it's like, because it's kind of cool."

"· · · · · ·."

I knew Seo-yerin wasn't talking about the park. Even though I don't know the meaning of the line, I have noticed the situation of returning.

Kwok Taeyoung covered the manuscript with a difficult face.

"To be honest, this is something that I want to make more complete and personal. But the public has already said, before that, I'm used to running room deployments."

"· · · That."

"Isn't it too sudden to come all the way here and get back to work?"

The two writers closed their mouths. It was an irrefutable fact.

Even this change did not come for dramatic completeness, but for some, very personal reasons. I couldn't be in a position where I didn't even have ten mouths to say.

Keeping his head down, Seo-yerin bites his lips.

"If you think so, I'll dispose of it."

"You're not going to convince me?"

"· · · Yes."

"Hmm."

Kwok Taeyoung was briefly troubled.

Usually it sounds ridiculous enough to defeat Shy. Although Kim Chul has a reputation for being relatively moderate, Kwon Taeyoung also knows where not to compromise.

But what he knew – at least some truth that thought so - moved his mind a little.

"I just want to ask you one question. Is this a change in consciousness of Director Lee Hyun-seok" Three Times "?"

"Yes? Yes."

Seo-yerin blurred her words. What she said was selfish, but Kwok Taeyoung's ears were different.

The two writers are part of the same company as Lee Hyun-seok, and have spent a long time with him. Those people ordered a radical change of route at this time.

There was only one reason to think.

'· · · When are you preparing a room over there?'

Kim Chul hears, "There's nothing like that, you son of a bitch!" It was a scene that hit my chest, but I was serious everywhere.

Given that Lee Hyun-seok is also composing this intention, it could not be foolish to be wary of a 'single room' where neither exists.

Kwok Taeyoung decided to make a little compromise after thinking.

"All right, let's pull the schedule first."

"Yes?"

"First let's put it in a side episode and see how it responds. If you don't mind, I'll also change the progress of the main part."

Seo-yerin, who was blinking, lowered his head.

"Thank you."

"What?"

That's when there was a big divergence in subsequent developments.

Lee Hyun-suk was meeting with the junior who had moved on.

#

"· · Hey, Senior?"

"Why."

"Did I do something big to Lee Seol?"

"Well."

I shrugged.

"It would have been wrong if it had been your fault because the nobleman had been at such a filthy shoot. Aren't you busy?"

"Please, don't play around, Senior! You're handing everything over to me!"

Looking at Jinjeri's essence, I smiled.

Essence, who is currently in charge of the finalization of the Vulcan series, was grim every day. Even though it was still in the planning phase, he was stressed to the point that his head was full.

Well, honestly, I didn't get it very well. It's a production process. It's the first time. It's tough, but it's planning.

Stories were frozen by Gia, and backgrounds and other settings contained some of the items that Shirakawa Saito in Japan inspected and wrote with excitement.

I don't know what you're thinking about doing, just picking up what you think you can do well.

"So it's easy for you to say it like you or someone like you!"

Essence flinches again to raise her voice and notices.

I couldn't help but laugh bitterly.

"Why are you staring like that? Can you come and tell me why?"

"I'm not staring, I'm just saying I'm looking."

"I never take my eyes off you. I think he's yelling" Get the fuck out of here! ""

"It's an illusion."

"That one?!"

It's a corner that Seong-soo doesn't believe, so I called him myself.

When I hear the question, I nod my head.

"That's right. I'm just watching."

"· · · · · ·."

Essence seemed to think it was a hundred percent lie. But that didn't give me the guts to do it.

It was burdensome from afar, but when he was exposed to the gaze of being pierced even closer, he couldn't stand it any longer. I said a few words and hit the line.

I sighed with a small sigh as I turned my gaze away from the hump.

"There."

"· · · You told the director to do what he wanted."

"Why don't you let him go?"

He clenched his head without answering.

"I won't do it if it's civil."

"· · · Just do it, do it."

I sighed.

Yeah, well. I'd rather make excuses. It's better that everyone who meets Idony is fighting.

"Human observation is good, but focus on smoke. Gia and the writer said they're in good shape lately. Something heavy will come."

"Heavy stuff."

"Idona seems motivated these days, too."

"Idona."

"We have to put a senior behind us."

"Yes."

Lee opened his eyes slightly. My eyes are shining strangely.

· · · Well, in my experience, this has never been a good result for me.

"Don't worry. I'll do my best I can."

"No, you don't have to work that hard, just moderately."

"I'll do my best to die."

"· · · Do not die."

It was Channa who had that conversation.

Following Choi Sooa, a quite pleasant person reached out to the shoot. He looks around, discovering me, laughing and shouting.

"Lee Hyun-Seok Fiddy! Are you with our representative?"

"No, Ji Ho, what are you doing here?"

Surprised, I immediately hugged Hongji and knocked on his shoulder.

"Was your return not scheduled for next week?"

"Japan's schedule ended a little bit sooner. I take it you haven't received a report? Seoun-hyeop."

"I'm sorry about this. I'm so busy."

"I'm really disappointed. Do we usually buy?"

Hong Ji Ho looks like a miserable southern protagonist. The smoke overlaps the mask, so it's not how you get it.

I shook my head.

Half a year ago, after filming the "Research Journal", Hong Ji Ho left Japan on schedule.

Hong Ji Ho, who was busy grumbling because he had no share in the research journal, seemed to have a big profit to lose. In the last video call, it was said to be unpopular.

I guess I was too busy because I couldn't even attend the wedding of Idona's mother.

Idona snorted that she was better off without it, but her unhappy mood was overwhelming. I almost felt like I was roasting in the back.

Hong Ji-ho sighed.

"It was the most expensive thing to send."

"You should have put a lot of money in it."

"That's right, haha."

The Hongji-ho, who was holding me back, turned his head.

"Oh, you have Lee Seol, too. I heard you had a game with him."

The transfer was rarely a bruised expression.

Surprised or serious, he seemed to have discovered some kind of amazing possibility that he had never thought of before.

The enemy friend, Hong Ji Ho, laughed and said.

"He must have had a fight first. I apologize for that."

"· · · · · ·."

The blunt expression of the dizziness changed.

"Uh, hello?"

"Mr. Lee Lee?"

"Do the work."

When I saw the blurred vision, I put chocolate in my mouth.

· · · Mm.

I tried to bruise more and swallowed the horse. It's a pity to eat who raised you.

But at this point, I didn't intend to let it slip away. It's supposed to be a crazy ride.

[What if I don't? You keep your mouth shut.]

'I have to find someone I know.'

[Anyone worth noting?]

Either he had other relatives besides his parents, or Kim Chul-soo laughed at his head.

#

That night.

I drove a little differently than usual. Kim Chol, who noticed that, asked.

[Where are you going?]

"You don't know what I'm talking about. I'm pretty modest, too."

[· · · · · ·?]

After a while, I arrived at my destination. It hasn't changed at all from before.

[What? This snotty alleyway.]

I tried to find a parking spot, but it was already collapsing. After a long walk, I barely found a small public parking lot and came back a long way.

[· · · Did you struggle to come to a building that collapses because it is not old?]

"Well, yes."

Café, Hulloc Shomes .

I opened the door by looking at an old sign that seemed to have confused me with spelling, even if I could only see the cancer.

"Yes, how many?"

The owner, who was watching a small brown tube TV with a jaw tied to the ceiling, turned his gaze.

The face that was yawning for a long time frowned upon me, but I was instantly dented.

I smiled.

"Long time no see, sister."

"· · · · · ·."

"What, the first time you see a guest?"

"· · · The years are hasty."

"What?"

"The fox that went out of the house came back as a bear. What's up? What's up?"

I frowned at the groaning mixed with exaggeration. Do you even have a bear that looks like this?

"Yeah, what's going on? I didn't want to come until I became a director comparable to Kim Chul."

I slipped my side and coughed.

"· · · That's what I told Snow. What's the point of meeting yourself?"

"You shouldn't just live with your mouth. I've been saving guitars for so long, I should have known since I sold them in a month as an excuse for childhood."

"How long are you going to worry about that?"

"Until I die."

Take out the cask with the beans while yawning blatantly.

"So, what's going on? Bonamana, isn't it?"

"Just take the order. I'm a guest?"

"It must be the Hand."

I lifted a cup of tea without saying a word and took a sip.

· · · Still shallowing coffee, it was something I couldn't do other than taste.

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