King of the Last Drama

"Brother."

"Hmm?"

"Who did you fight?"

"· · · No, why?"

I touched my face unconsciously.

I mean, there's no sign of anything like it, because we just punched each other in the air dumbly.

"No, that's not it. I feel that way somehow."

"Not really."

"Celebrity Today" reporter Kang Seong-jae graciously smiled and greeted me and sat down. As soon as I arrived in the conference room, I greeted him instead.

I used to think he was a fast guy, but I wanted to know if he had a share of these occupational diseases.

A stiff material that coughed with a slightly awkward face asked.

"So, what did you call it today?"

"Yes."

I nod.

"I want you to give me a publicist."

"It's your job, and of course I have to help you."

Rigid material smiled. As always, he seemed to collude with evil.

"Are you Aeriz or Mr. Hong Ji Ho?"

"No, drama."

"Yes?"

Rigid materials became a suspicious look. Lift both eyebrows as if you don't understand.

"Hey, brother. Excuse me, does" Three Times "really need publicity right now? It's a yardstick that spills articles all over the place."

Technically, the three sides are mentioned in the middle of a hot potato.

However, the article was constantly changing, and the advertising unit was soaring into the realm of heaven. There is no such thing as a cruise.

However, as always, the criteria for this side of the cruise were a little different from others.

"I'm not asking you to write a story, or a good story, or an obvious story."

"Then · · · · ·."

I smiled.

"Give me a curse."

A brief silence ensued.

"Didn't you hear that?"

"I don't have enough of this, I'm relieved of this, I don't want you to write a criticism article like this."

The stiff material stares at me with a dark face. It looks disappointing.

"· · · So, you mean Kadala?"

"Are you coming?"

"From the cost of producing such articles?"

"No matter how much, that's a little bit. I'm going out to my safe house."

"· · · · · ·."

It is now the face of an alien creature that cannot be understood.

But well, I had my own calculations.

In Segan, there are people who like to curse and blame more than others. On Wiki, we first look for the "criticism" paragraphs, and when we hear that something is broken, we don't want to be confused.

Most creators use all kinds of means to avoid such poisoning and make it a typhoon on a teacup.

But for me, the situation was the opposite. In order to highlight the blockade now beset by outcasts, we had to rally them and turn them into mainstream public opinion.

For him, it was best to hold a flag that could be used as a basis.

'Once the article goes out, the active people will take it and take it to different communities.'

Depending on the story, there are conditions to increase the bar chart.

[Don't you mean to borrow external power after all.]

Kim Chul Sunbae laughed and snorted. It's still a heartache. It's a powerful tone.

[I said that I would only fight with purely content at any time.]

'I'd still like to do that right now, but it's a situation.'

[If you just change your mind, you won't have to rush?]

'· · · So didn't I tell you to stop talking about it?'

What do you know? I turned my head. It's not even a one-year-old.

"· · · Brother?"

"Well, no. I'll go into more detail."

I went on to explain.

Rigid materials were still as unconvincing as snowflakes, but I accepted what I had to do anyway.

"If you will, I understand. You must have an idea."

"Please."

After a few words of chatter, the stiff material stood up again with a mouthful.

He greets me and turns his foot and asks me if I can remember.

"Oh, by the way."

"Why? What's going on?"

"That's it · · · · ·."

Rigid material looked at me for a moment and asked.

"What happened to my sister?"

"· · · What do you mean?"

"No, it's not."

The rigid material stretches the shoulders.

"Nonetheless, we should not just stretch the bullshit."

Mmm.

I didn't say anything until the rigid material closed the door.

Kim Chul Sunbae cut his throat.

Honestly, Donna is much better than him.]

"Now let's do it properly, Senior."

#

Lee Hyun-seok was a trustworthy person for SBC's long-time president.

Last year, the "Jewelry Box in the Research Journal" scale gave Choi Hyuk the same support as Thousand Horses, and this "Three Times" was also a breathtaking event in total slump.

However, apart from being trustworthy, that strange behavior was becoming incredibly incomprehensible.

Evaluation of the inflated Three Times , a story completely buried in the actor

There's no pointed solution to the subsequent developments.

It is also possible that Lee Hyun-seok will be the biggest "sleepwalker"

There was a daily newspaper in his hand. The publisher was called Celebrity Today, and the journalist was called Rigid Material.

They were very familiar names.

"I mean."

Choi Hyuk folds the newspaper and nods his eyes.

"This article was commissioned by the friend himself?"

"Yes."

"By taking care of yourself?"

"Yes."

"· · · · · ·."

"What the hell is he doing!"

Choi Hyeong opened the newspaper. Ozzie CP, who bent her back, did likewise - and laughed bitterly.

Choi Hyeong-joong hit his chest with a reddish-brown face.

"No matter where he goes when he does something normal? Do I have to do something crazy to make people feel cool?"

"Well, didn't you start with the first piece?"

"You're getting better and better!"

Ozzie, who always used to be a dairy, had no choice but to laugh bitterly.

However, if I was only in a drama in Vulcan, I would now be doing something else crazy.

Amman had never heard of PD paying for his own drama.

"If anyone thinks they exist, you should get a psychiatric examination too!"

I was thrilled.

"Is he crazy? Are you trying to scratch my insides?!"

"Well, I'm confident it'll help my viewership. He said," Let's see. "

"Yeah, shit! How else is it supposed to work out so well?"

Lee Hyun-Seok was a good example of the trust he had gained.

But who should I ask for the value of my camouflage medication? The Supreme Court was truly unfair.

Why are you pushing something that will be exciting enough to make it right now into gambling?

Ozzie Ho CP's bitter smile darkened.

"It's already quite topical on the Internet. And people who don't usually look good are jumping."

"· · · Lee Hyun-seok I did not mention that I commissioned it."

"Who would believe it?"

"Yes."

I don't believe it either, but who would believe that there is such a madman in the world?

Choi Hyeong suffered for a while. In the end, however, the conclusion was not the same as usual.

I slapped my hands with a waived expression, soothing in the boil.

"· · · Yeah, shit. Tell him to take care of himself. You don't have to talk to me anyway, but you're on your own."

"Got it."

"I don't know how much other people are laughing at me."

Choi Hyuk sighed a long time. Especially the waterfall of MBS Wongwon Hun was good.

#

Same time, MBS President's Office.

Unlike Choi Kyung-hoon's expectation, Won Gwang-hoon was not exactly flustered.

No, which one was frowning blatantly. The glans have long wrinkles.

"Lee Hyun-suk, what the hell are you doing?"

"I don't know."

Unlike the best, Wongwon Hun couldn't easily think about the situation.

Lee Hyun-suk has devised numerous conspiracies and plots to take the initiative so far. He thought it was impossible for that reckless, reckoning man to have a self-pity without any thought.

There is even a suspicion that he is wearing a bracelet.

The head had to become more complex.

"You could throw a couple of drama pictures in the trash to blow up an actor's performance. None of this must be part of the plan."

"But what would that be?"

"If I knew that, would I be doing this?"

Wongwanghun bruises nervously.

Well, I can't ignore it now anyway.

Won Gwanghyun recently attended a non-regular meeting of the Broadcasting Culture Promotion Society. The topic was about KBC and the atmosphere was bad.

The KBC crisis, which was decided and instigated by President Ahnsai, came to an end just a year ago. The board was completely devastated and the fire department was trampled by angry public opinion, and the president, who was about to resign, went on to serve in cheers.

The MBS side was unable to conceal the agitation during this defeat.

"Lee Hyun-seok made a statement of support."

"Yes. I put him on the outside and tied him up with the board of directors. I guess that didn't work."

Lee Hyun-seok was an Emmy at the time and was about to reach the maximum stock price in Golden Globe. Even then, he was a so-called loyalist for only two years, so there was no way that public opinion could not be shaken.

Once the results came out, the atmosphere of the promotional conference, which was moderately hands-on, had also changed.

"There's a lot of people asking if Lee Hyun-Seok has any way of stepping on him."

"No, I didn't want to use my hand when I was a kid, so now you're here?"

I asked him if his side muscles seemed crazy.

Lee Hyun-Seok is currently being criticized by the President of the Supreme Court for trying to overthrow the SBC, and most importantly, for his reputation.

If you are close to Kim Chul, there is no way to do it like you always do. I couldn't do it, so I could find a way to escape abroad.

Usually, you can go back a little bit, but · · · ·.

"What about privacy?"

"There's no such thing as a straight man."

The side muscles hit Gingerly.

"The findings show that the drama went into production before the research journal jewellery box was finished. I don't know if I've got a life in the drama."

"It would be fun if your life were at stake."

The key weakness of the surprises is that they both want to move on.

Won Gwang-hoon rubbed his nostrils.

"Anyway, I heard about it, and it's not fun for me or you. Get the script or the synopsis, whatever you're thinking."

"That's it, that's it."

At the end of the day, the Prophet's side muscles glimpsed. Wongwanghun shook his tongue.

"How hard can it be?"

"Well, it was easier than I thought."

"Why don't you talk about it first!"

Wongwang Hun bruised his side muscles and quickly accepted the manuscript and handed over the page. Knowing what I was thinking would not be difficult to deal with.

But Kwon Gwang-hoon's face became increasingly bizarre after a few pages.

And he couldn't turn over half the manuscripts and threw them away.

High voices poured out.

"Hey, you bastard. Are you kidding me?"

The side muscles that expected this result closed their eyes.

"The younger brother dies more than Gaccon, and Sinui dies more than Makd? And the rope dies out of candy?!"

"· · · · · ·."

"Think about it sensibly. Kim Chul isn't crazy about Lee Hyun-suk or something!"

Unfortunately, the two of them were that crazy.

But most people pretend to be smart are blind when the truth is in front of their eyes.

The lateral muscles fluttered.

"It flows from the shooting staff, which is hard to believe, but hard to embrace."

"Lee Hyun-suk is making fun of us. Cut the cabbage and open it!"

Won Gwanghyun said.

"In time to play with this nonsense, go to Kwon Tae-young and ask him what to do!"

"· · · Got it."

So unfortunately, the staff, who barely embraced the gray oil and soot with their lateral muscles, unfairly lost their jobs in a week.

It was really two days before I went into the picture.

199 Hard door breaks with a crane (2) End