King of the Last Drama

Sunset production center, editorial room after the shoot.

Me and Senior Kim Chul were in the middle of hitting the wall as always.

Sadly, Kim Chol Sunbae was consistent solely with his refusal to accept my novel idea.

"Good."

I reluctantly nod.

"As I said, Seol was actually dealing with the Earth Mosaic, and I also know that he was going on a journey to defeat Mao Woong and the other outsiders who were trying to stop the ice from coming to Earth."

[No, what if I don't fold it. Are you sure you can convince the writer?]

I do this, and I shake my head.

"Writer Kim Kyung-suk was very nice."

[· · · What?]

"However, there was a condition that the in-laws should finally be set aside. In fact, there's no difference between the two."

[What is in-laws for women of that age?]

It was a philosophical thought.

Anyway, in the barrel where Kim Chul Sunbae continues to struggle, I was forced to line up the note again. All five of them were destroyed.

I looked at the synopses discarded with a sad face. Oh, my God, how could you do such a terrible thing?

[It's you, you horrible son of a bitch.]

Kim Chul raises his hand and hits the temples.

[At least the last thing is better, those things change the background!]

"I thought it was Earth, but the pattern wasn't quite impressive in Dark City." "

Senior sighed.

[Let's get out of SF, Hyun-Seok. The floor wasn't good enough to raise the curtain. You've experienced it, too.]

"Mmm."

I couldn't help but spill an invasion.

That's what it was.

The last two times, my perfect and meticulous plan resulted in failure, probably not to blame the genre.

In the end, the genre SF and I may not have been a good fit.

[· · · The skillless carpenter blamed the extension.]

"Damn it, why don't you just let go of the fisherman and come up with an idea?"

[Me? What waterway?]

"In three years, don't you recite the wind?"

[I'm just a stand-up cat. You're cuter.]

"· · · · · ·."

What kind of cat, hippo.

Well, it was still in the middle of the same incomeless conversation today.

The door was choked open with a knock. One of the editorial staff stood in a panic.

"Lee Hyun-Seok Fiddy!"

"What's going on?"

I was wondering if I heard a conversation. I slipped my phone in my ear. But the staff was not attentive to that.

"I, the MCs of the" Life Camp ", have come."

"Life Camp"? Why? "

"That's it · · · · ·."

I laughed at my head in a strangely buzzing attitude.

#

The MCs of "Life Camp" were not very famous, but familiar faces.

And it was pretty hard to understand what those people were saying.

"Well, what did you come here to do?"

"I'm here to apologize."

"· · · bowels?"

"Yes."

"· · · · · ·?"

"· · · · · ·??"

They exchanged their gaze suspiciously, facing me for a while.

After facing each other, the MCs opened their mouths with a gorgeous expression.

"Well, that's it."

I couldn't help but be disappointed when I heard about the "Camp of Life" shooting in the middle of the day. When I reached Senior Kim Chul next to him, the ship had an extra look on its face.

How did you read my face? The MCs spoke with a slightly dead face.

"I will go into editing, but there are also audiences."

"Well, honestly, the joke was a little weird. No, it was our fault we didn't get it on time and ruined the job!"

When I frowned a little bit, it seemed like everyone was caring about me.

Mm-hmm.

But in this case, these people were the victims. It was almost clear what our Mr. Idona was trying to do.

I couldn't help but straighten my head.

'Oh, my God, I'm glad we're done with the undercover.'

No wonder one came all the way here. What the hell are you going to do with that?

Kim Chul's senior voice was heavy.

[· · · Hyun-Seok.]

'I know. I need to answer to Idona right away.'

I was going to postpone my head until it cools down for a while, but I couldn't. You won't be able to thank Seol for covering the situation a few times.

I nod with a slight queer.

"Well, yes, I understand the situation."

"Well, then."

"I accept your apology, so you can go back now."

The MCs stare at me in a daze.

What can I say? It's like I heard that the summoned Great Devil Baal is going home peacefully.

I have to give you a Winford.

"Are you sure you're okay with this?"

I smiled with the most favorable face when I asked careful questions.

"Of course. You came here and apologized. What else would you like? What are you doing now that you've come and received such a bow?"

"· · · · · ·."

And then the MCs start to get a little pale on their faces and ask them to do whatever it takes.

Even if this is okay, I have a big heart, but I also have a bigger feeling.

"No, still."

"No, haha."

"But that's it."

"Haha, what?"

They think they're wrong, and I know Idona, we're bad.

After such an ambiguous situation, Silang suddenly thought about my brain and paused for a while.

The sage who doesn't know is the one who counts and adjusts greetings.

If so, would you be able to use this situation?

[I'm starting to talk nonsense again.]

I slowly looked at the faces of my eyes without answering.

Even though they were not very tall, they each had a decent position as comedians. In other words, it is almost impossible for viewers to see these people and see what they are thinking.

Glug puzzles are fitted.

"That?"

I smiled.

"When I think about it, too many specifications are proportionate. If you're right, there's something I'd like to ask you."

"Oh, yes. You say."

I asked the stiff MCs why.

"Can you perform Cameo on" Three Times "?"

"· · · · · ·??"

The MCs blink and face each other.

Kim Chul Sunbae pressed his forehead.

#

"Argh! I'm going to die."

At the same time, the performance fell on the desk, not doing the work. It seemed like the energy of the whole body was exhausted.

The chief next door smiled and handed me coffee.

And when you look at it, it turns out that the atmosphere is an ice sheet.

"Why don't you take a break today? I'll take your place."

"That's it. I have to do everything I can."

After Kang Joo-yeon's decisive refusal, the chief shook his tongue.

"I've been thinking, don't you think you're making the river manager too ignorant?"

"What?"

"No, I'm not going to give you any of these offers anyway."

"That's · · · ·"

"You don't have to worry about getting thrown away anyway, do you?"

Kang Joo-yeon didn't say a word for a while, but within a few minutes, he confronted Tae-yeon.

"But one day, snow may change your mind. There's nothing bad about it."

"· · · · · ·."

So that kind of thinking is ignorant.

The chief shook his head and turned his gaze to his work. Kang Joo also took a quick shot of instant coffee and focused his eyes on the monitor.

After focusing on his work for a while, he looked at the performance again. It's my third year. I'm a little bit of an industry guy.

The chief shrugs.

'It's a conclusion, but I don't know if I was right about what you said.'

In fact, the original performance should have been hard at the time of the KBC awards ceremony.

Originally, FMC Entertainment was a company brought together by those who opposed large corporate entertainers, which was why the atmosphere was free and respectful of the intentions of their celebrities.

And so the reaction at the time of the crisis was gradually hot.

"Does it make sense for you to treat yourself like a doll when you cast?"

"I'd rather be nominated!"

"Because of Lee Hyun-Seok Fiddy, do you want to go and change like a ghost? He doesn't have any morals?!"

That's the storm of blame.

It was Lee Hyun-seok, who was surprisingly the eldest son who defeated such a unilateral zealot.

"There are no penalties for managers of low, medium and high performances."

"Take care of yourself. I don't have much of an idea."

"Yes?!"

"First of all, I thought about the actor and took action."

"· · · · · ·."

"In many ways, even though you're on a woodland bridge, it's not uncommon for people to be as self-taught as river managers. Well, if you just put some safety gear on."

As Lee Hyun-seok, I was able to make a decision because I saw that there was nothing more to be done by Kang Joo.

Considering that this anecdote made a big impression on the head of Park Jintae, who was a member of another company, it was also an event that had nothing to do with the establishment of the current Whistleton Entertainment.

"Pretending to be an interpersonal!"

Of course, Kang Joo's enemies were not as pale as his eyes.

Well, it was worth mentioning that the current performance clearly grew compared to then.

· · · Ah, and there was something a little strange about it.

"River manager."

"What else?"

"And you don't talk about your father these days?"

Kang Joo-yeon frowned.

"You're in prison now."

"No, even if you were, the river manager would let you go to the sightseeing, I think."

"· · · · · ·."

The manager doesn't want to work, does he? and looked at the principal. The chief laughed bitterly.

Kang Joo-yeon sighs and leans back on the chair.

I would have ignored it as usual, but I was tired of driving for over an hour in a bad mood.

"Well, it's no big deal."

"No?"

"When I first met Snowy. It was just intuitive."

"What?"

"She's not much of a fool in life," he says. "

"· · · · · ·."

The chief was a little embarrassed by the unintended directionality.

"Is that what you asked me?"

Kang Joo-yeon laughed bitterly, expecting such a response.

"Once upon a time, there was a celebrity who committed suicide in Arbor. I was a fan."

"Sherlock"? "

"You know very well. I didn't even have a name."

"· · · · · ·."

"I went to a signing ceremony three days before he died. But at that time, the look on my face and the look on my face were a little, a lot alike."

In a slightly heavier atmosphere, the accent hits the ground.

"No, what! It's not that serious. It seems that Snow was young at the time, and she didn't seem to be alive."

But it was also true that it was against my expectation that the money would be better soon if I sold my face.

At the time, he was a little nervous as a manager. Many of the mistakes made at that time came from such solidarity.

Well, maybe if Lee's father wasn't in prison right now, he was trying to keep up with the kite by now.

"Well, you don't have to do that right now."

At that point, the chief noticed.

"Lee Hyun-seok Feedage?"

"Well, you'll notice. I have no intention of hiding it."

Kang Joo-yeon sighed.

"Don't go anywhere and tell me. It's not the time yet."

The chief, who nodded his head, opened his eyes.

"Are you going to stop me yet?!"

"Why would I? I caught it. I caught it."

"No, because."

"I made a commitment to prepare anything for my first actor. That's not an exception for guys like that polar bear."

Polar Bear.

This image doesn't look like it fits with Lee Hyun-Sook. I don't know if it's a bear.

Reflectively reminded of the bear, the head of his mind raised his voice.

"No, hey. If the scandal explodes while the snow is out of common sense!"

"I didn't raise a kid who would fly in one or two scandals at a time."

"Well, I don't think Snowy ever raised you."

Kang Joo-yeon's face was dull and the chief was seriously troubled.

He grew up, didn't he? Didn't you regress the other way around?

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