King of the Last Drama

KDS Entertainment President's Office.

There was a one-on-one conversation with the manager of Rocket Man.

"Welcome. Have a seat."

"Yes · · · ·."

The called manager, of course, initially contained a lot of junk.

However, when the questions were not as algebraic as I thought they would be, the time went by and a little tension was relieved.

"So maybe that's what the new song will be."

"I see. I get it."

"I think it would be quick for you to hear the details."

"Then there's no reason to call you."

The representative of Kang Young-seol, who nodded his head, slightly changed the tone.

"Shai, how is he these days?"

"Well, it's been a long time."

The manager sighs for the ground to go out. Even in the presence of the heavenly boss, my speech became a euphoria.

"I think it's a good idea to play while spreading the curse on the Internet. The song was busy making complaints every time."

"It's not uncommon for you to do what you want to do well."

Kang Young-chul smiled.

"But don't sell it as a weakness this time. You're doing well in detention."

"· · · Yes."

The manager closed his mouth.

"Selling as a weakness" means a series of processes that are used as self-destructive materials in talent and so on.

The public is usually a cheap place for underprivileged idols. On the contrary, if you have enough advantages and specialties and you are only a gem soldier in some way, you often feel friendly.

Especially when grouped, each specialty is divided, so this strategy works quite well. A member dedicated to vocals with dance skills, or vice versa.

Among other things, materials such as smoke power are not the main business, so they are especially good to use. In other words, there is only one reason why you should not use such materials.

The manager looked at him quietly.

"Sir, do you think this Three Times will rise?"

"Absolutely."

Steel Representative nods. His face was filled with a firm belief in bread.

"How many people have called Lee Hyun-suk crazy so far? If they invested, they'll regret it, but when they get a chance to invest, Lee Hyun-seok will be the end of it. What are you going to accomplish in that position?"

"· · · · · ·."

"Lee Hyun-suk is gathering strength. I know."

It looked more like a stocktaking event, or a coin-plate johnber that would be a hot potato in the near future, rather than an investment in drama.

In such cases, the manager was not very different, as he usually saw it as crazy, no matter how confident he was.

This time, you're going to have to be big.

That's what my manager thought. But I couldn't find myself, so I turned my back.

"I think Lee Hyun-seok Fiddy might be thinking about it, but public opinion is a little vague these days."

"Hm, you're going to take it."

"Yes."

Some time ago, there was a rumor in the celebrity world that Lee Hyun-seok's intentional tactics and actor transfer were unreasonably treated.

There was no proper evidence, nothing more than mere rumors. Therefore, the Wiston side did not react after cutting it off as' not worth answering ', and the response of the Internet and others was also negative.

Thanks to this, the situation also seems to be dealt with only by a few pricks.

Nevertheless, it was not forgotten. On the outskirts and beyond, there were still some malicious rumors going around.

In general terms, it was quite unnatural.

"It's an unhappy atmosphere. It seems that there is a certain kind of outfit. I'm pretty used to chopping the floor like this."

"Are you familiar?"

"MBS Jang Jeong-cheol used this technique a lot."

"Yes? But."

"That's right. He must have missed his desk a long time ago."

The representative of the river scratched his chin and nodded.

"I need to get a good look at it."

And when I saw him, he said he had seen him for quite some time.

#

That was like a storm for more than a dozen minutes.

"I'll tell you in advance, but I can't hear you, I can tell you what you're talking about, I can tell you're joking, but if you go to that common cliche, you'll blow up the jawberries."

"Yes, I confess. And he's insane. Damn it, I'm not drunk. Would you like to smell it?"

"· · · This is a cancellation."

"It was sudden, but my stomach was sudden."

"Oh, a little. You want to keep bothering me? You can just say yes or no. Can I get you a pillow?"

"· · · · · Yes."

"I have a lot of money to post information that can help me make decisions. Oh, of course, I know you've been out there a lot lately, but you'd better get more, wouldn't you? And with the exception of my aunt and family, I don't like to go out halfway through the year. I don't like to go out, so holidays can rest at home, and I can help with things because I have an eye on my work."

"So how long are you going to worry about talking about the gods? Hoo, that's enough."

"Then I'll wait."

Idona disappeared because she only said what she had to say.

I remained alone.

The time passed while I was blinking in a dark spirit. One day, the TV was turned off and all that was left was the sound of the clock ticking.

[· · · · · ·.]

"· · · · · ·."

Well, I wasn't alone, actually. A ghost was staring at me with frivolous eyes I've never seen before.

Thanks to this, I was able to get out of shock and regain a somewhat realistic sense of reality. Of course it wasn't that sweet.

"· · · Senior."

[Why.]

"If you have something to say, why don't you just do it?"

[What can I say now about her decision?]

No, I don't think so.

I shake my head in the shape of a bird whose words don't match as well as my eyes. This is why there is no room to quietly think.

Well, I don't think that's gonna change anything. I scratched my head.

[What are you going to do?]

"How do you know he's here in the first place?"

[You don't care.]

"That's not going to solve it."

I sighed. I didn't even anticipate the end of the day, so I didn't even know where to start.

"Honestly, I have no idea what happened."

[· · · · · ·.]

I said I'd blow the Upper Cut, but no matter how much I thought about it, I never felt the same way before.

Isn't that Idona or someone else? If I hadn't wedged myself a few times, I would have treated Jill as a bad joke.

Even if Gia did the same thing, it would have been less shocking than this. There is also a degree of bad mood imagination.

As I shook my head, Kim Chul Sunbae sighed.

[The eyes of the man watching after riding my mother.]

"Isn't that spitting in your face?"

[Yes. It means you're no better than me, you son of a bitch.]

"· · · · · ·."

I frowned. No matter how ridiculous that sounds. I'm twenty-five times better than anyone I've ever seen.

· · · Well, the answer was set if it was genuine by giving up the backbone.

"I have to think about how to say no less."

[· · · Isn't it too pale?]

"If you know that I've been married for almost a decade, that's going to change my attitude."

I have no choice but to let Dory believe that.

While Kim Chol Sunbae kept his silence, I got a grin.

Anyway, even at that moment, Idona was really rude. Probably didn't think of anything other than that.

#

"Kill me. Kill me."

At the same time, a woman was curled up on the couch and pushed through the wall hard with her head. I don't seem to be in my right mind.

The man who held the teacup raised his head.

"Well, with that kind of power, it's hard to die. Why don't you give it a little more power?"

"Do you want me dead?!"

"Donna, that's what you said."

My aunt gasps at my nephew who twists her head. It was a vague struggle whether it was genuine or not.

Idona shoots at Moora and collapses like she has no strength to make a sound.

A rumble came from the hair on the couch.

"· · · I didn't mean to do this."

"So how did you try to confess?"

"More dramatic, plausible, seemingly compassionate."

"Like the movie or the drama you're filming?"

Idona shook her head.

As an actor who was finishing his 10th year, was that really the best? It was just that. Idona wanted to rip my hair off.

Aunt Bing laughed in response. Indeed, it was a smokeless smile.

"Someone said that theatre is a life that cuts through boring parts, right?"

"Hitchcock."

"Yeah. So, of course, life, not theater, is just boring, frustrating, impossible, right? I can't help it."

"· · · · · ·."

"Or have you changed your mind? You regret what you did?"

"· · · No."

"That's it."

Idona hears the head that was buried on the couch. She had never beaten my aunt, even before the iron was lifted, even after she was in her own hands.

When she saw the fat face, she smiled and trimmed her shattered head.

"My son-in-law seems to be a decent man. It looks stubborn, but surprisingly flexible, and even if you feel frustrated, you have your own thoughts on everything. I'm 100 percent in favor."

"· · · Didn't the title get a little weird?"

Son-in-law, how far ahead are you going? Aunt Idona, grumbling, leans her head.

"Just in case, you have a plan, right?"

"Plan?"

"This next plan."

"· · · · · ·?"

Idona tilts her head. I confessed and got the time, so we should wait. Of course it'll be okay.

But maybe a billion or so chances are that a ghost who's been out of his mind for a while, or passing by, will get an ice pick or a rejection.

When she saw her shaking nephew, she sighed and hardened her face.

"Really, you think this is the end of it?"

"· · · Huh?"

"You didn't see the fighter play this time. I wish I'd blown the buns. Shouldn't you be wedged before you wake up and fight back?"

"· · · · · ·."

"It's starting, and I'm being stupid like I'm done."

Idona was unwittingly flawed because my dear aunt was able to make such a resolute mark.

But Ogie remained to take care of his face and squirm his lips.

"Who knows if you're a relationship expert?"

"I'm not an expert, but I have experience."

"Director Kwak, you were a smoothie. There was something."

"It's a smoothie. She's naive."

Aunt Bing laughed. My face was covered with glitter.

"Donna, do you really think your aunt didn't have a rival?"

"· · · · · ·."

"Sometimes, no matter how crazy you want to be, you have to do it. Or regret it for the rest of your life."

Idona hiccupped without me knowing.

183 End of barbecue with eggs