King of the Last Drama

"You've waited, Prefect."

Surprisingly, John Taylor arrived with one platoon.

It is not a metaphorical expression, but literally a number of people of that size.

"These are all showrunners and creators who have proven themselves in numerous projects. Say hello!"

... when the hell did you put this much together?

When the two writers who were grinding it saw the numbers waggling behind them, the words were blocked, and the café started doing sex work, not when they were married.

The cafe president, who was surprised to see a crowd of foreigners coming out of nowhere, became a single face within minutes. On the contrary, Albassan cried while mobilizing his fists.

"Oh, Lee Hyun-seok! I wanted to meet you."

"Oh, yes."

"I thought there was going to be a day to work together."

"I see. Nice to meet you."

Somewhere here, there's someone else.

As I continued to shake hands without a soul, I stopped for a familiar moment on my face.

"Writer Shirakawa? ’

"See you soon!"

SF writer Shirakawa Saito, who did a lot of useless things in the 'like a play' series, bowed his head with a reminder.

He finished his out-of-war work a few months ago against the background of another era in the Vulcan series, which was also quite popular until its completion.

I was puzzled.

"No, what are you doing here?"

"Mr. Taylor offered to run quickly! It's an honor to work with you!"

What is it?

When I turned my head, John Taylor laughed.

"These faces have all proven their skills, but most of all, they were eager to work with you."

Then he adds confidently.

"And most of all, they found the intent of the masterpiece hidden in the current work, which seemed absurd. The best talent has been selected!"

Isn't that a stone arm?

I wanted to say it like a chimney, but I just said, 'I see.' I had no choice but to hand it over moderately. But John Taylor's delusions didn't stop there.

"The best work of the Anonymous is how the Command Tower is built when Orot stands and the rest faithfully assists."

I turn my eyes to the two elder writers who are making an unhappy look.

"So the structure of Korean drama is fundamentally wrong. It looks like the writer has two captains on the ship, stretching his pointers from his unsupervised position. If the director is a criminal, I don't know, but why would he need people like that?"

"......"

It was the end of the fact.

The two writers, who were fighting each other like a doom, stood up face to face.

... Oh, John, you speak Korean well. I can go to "Neighbourhood Hops."

I started to take a real escape by looking at the ceiling, where there was no more bed to look at.

#

"That's it for today. Let's see."

"Oh, the Korean word says that I'm not afraid of people who want to leave me alone. I'll see you tomorrow."

"......"

Three of the cafes, who were once happy, fought until Munch's expression was similar, and barely broke up.

Again, I pledged: It meant that nothing was done yet.

Oh my God....

I barely raised my head while I was hitting my face without even getting started in the driver's seat. I looked back at Kim Chul Sunbae with the feeling of grabbing him.

"Senior, what should we do about this?"

[... what. You have to pick one.]

The bitter answer came back.

"What about the other two?"

[That's it... If you react with short-term condensation while maintaining high flexibility.....]

Kim Chul Sunbae was not as helpful as always.

Well, I didn't expect it in the first place. I was drowned in my thoughts with one ear when I heard you say Moore.

There can be no grudge against any outcome unless it becomes a brawl of pride with useless provocation.

Writers Seo Soo-hyun and Kim Kyung-suk have a grudge against me, and it would not be desirable for John Taylor himself and the people he brought to me to be disappointed.

Why did this happen?

In fact, it wasn't even worth it.

"John Taylor……!"

I grabbed it and lowered the chair.

How could this Billon exist in the world? Since he came back, nothing has gone wrong!

Even now I was not an apostle of Makjandrama. It's just a PD with a simple wish to bring down the defense buns and throw them in jail.

It was Orot's fault that such a terrible ordeal befell me.

[I don't know. I don't think it's simple just looking at cancer.

Kim Chul said with his eyes open.

[That plan you told me last time, are you serious?!]

"Yes? Is there a problem?"

[Which one seems to be the only problem.]

I tilted my head.

Make a masterpiece known as the world paramedic and put the name of the deputy chairman in it with Thanks To to inform the world of his misdeeds. You think there's a loophole in my plan?

... where?

[It's worth pointing out that it's endless...]

Kim Chul Sunbae sighed.

[First of all, it's a world paramedic masterpiece. Can you make it?]

I had a terrible eye.

"That's it......"

[If you're expecting me, I'm sorry, but this side has fallen a lot. That's what my last item was.]

"I know that very well."

I nodded with a straight face.

One last piece of director Kim Chul who won the Golden Palm Award. It was a work that could only come from the end of everything he had piled up in vain.

That's why the last masterpiece to gossip on the broadcaster was a surprisingly fitting expression. It was possible because it was abandoned, so it couldn't exist afterwards.

[When I'm at the front, it only comes out of things that are falling apart from him now. Then…]

"I'm going to be called Director Kim Chul's Minor Copy."

[Yes.]

That's not very pleasant.

I admire Senior Kim Chul, but I want to sublimate him with my style. I don't just want to cut him loose. Above all, there is no way that such an item would be a world first aid.

After all, it's up to me.

And Kim Cheol asked me if it was possible.

[Do you have enough weapons?]

"Not just here."

I smiled. The suspicious face returned.

[What is that?]

"That's all there is to it."

Kim Chul's elder opened his mouth in a dazzling manner, and at the same time, his face became cold. My eyebrows are frowning.

Hey, Hyun-Seok. Now is the time to joke....]

"Of course I'm not joking. ’

I answered seriously. In fact, I was more serious than before when we were discussing Gia's adoption.

It meant he risked his life.

"Is that all I have?"

[…….]

In the meantime, my priority goal was to achieve my goal, namely to create the ultimate drama and put my hair together. Therefore, I had no opportunity to look back in the meantime.

But now that I have a more important goal, I can't afford to look back on me until now.

So the conclusion was simple.

"What is my current position made of? That's why we pursued the bar indefinitely. What if I'm clearly better than you? It's an eye that recognizes the intestinal tract innately, and it's an attempt to acquire it."

Dorier had no other choice.

[No…….]

I held my fist on fire, looking at a senior who couldn't talk to theorists.

"Actually, so far I've been wrong."

[What?

"I've been obsessed. On the viewing rate, and on the bar chart."

Kim Chul Sunbae looked me in the eye.

[No, you should be obsessed with that. It's all over your hair.]

"No, it's not."

I shook my head decisively.

"In retrospect, all my judgments so far have been based on a bar chart. When the curtain went up, it was good, otherwise it was bad. But that was wrong."

[...] Wrong? Where are you going?]

"Because I wasn't convinced of myself after all!"

I thumped and hit the steering wheel.

"I was not convinced that what I think is what people think. That is why it depends on indicators that are easy to know that they are numbers. That was the source of all the problems!"

[……]

"To rule the country, I must first take care of myself, and to climb the summit of the mountain, I must go up the low slopes below."

I groaned low. How could you be so foolish?

"The bar chart at the beginning was just a way through, but I've always tried to achieve the bar conditions in the beginning with ease. I didn't even know it was shaving my flesh!"

Especially when the conditions were alleviated like this "Three Times", it was said to be completely insane.

While trying to follow only the clumsy ascent and descent, the writer gave Kim Kyung-suk a chance to go up and down.

The first novice to learn to invest was blinded only by the graph, so the value of the company was no different.

But now, I have an enlightenment.

It was as if a Cyrillic became a superCyrillic, and from this moment to this moment, I was evolved once again.

[... so.]

Kim Chul asked with a face that had given up further points.

[What will Lee Hyun-suk do?]

"I'm going to make a bar, as I always do."

I answered.

"But I don't care at all about the conditions."

[…….]

"It's like a demon that disrupts the heat and the power. If I have something that I can convince myself of, the barracks will naturally follow!"

A message window popped up saying, "Question," "Objection," "Unfair," and I was pouring out the sentence, but I wasn't agitated.

You're a demon.

Once I turned my gaze, the path I saw was so clear.

"The last drama to be known in the world. That would be my last piece."

[……]

"What do you think?"

Kim Chul Sunbae closed his mouth. I took a deep sigh and exhaled.

[First pick a writer.]

"Well..."

You don't have to start talking about dreams like that.

#

Even though I have set such a new meaning, there was no way to solve it as small as the current triple wave.

I looked everywhere for acquaintances and asked for counseling, but I didn't get any pointy answers. Then the quarrel between the two elder writers and John Taylor reached a dangerous point.

I couldn't help but sigh.

"I don't have time for this."

I did not end up swallowing up my frustration and found the cafe "Hullockshoms". I didn't mean to ask you anything. I was just trying to be frustrated with someone I've known for a long time.

The owner of the cafe welcomed him with a gentle attitude, as always.

"Oh, you're here. I heard things got pretty funny."

"It's not fun."

After half a year, the right planning story didn't come out.

My grumpy sister laughed at me and clapped her hands.

"No, what I'm interested in is how many of you are going to fly."

"What?"

"Don't know. So, what's going on?"

I frowned and explained to myself, just in case. She nodded her head and looked as if she had heard anything.

"That's a lot of money. That's a huge scale."

"Well, yes."

What did I expect?

She shakes her head and adds nothing.

"But what are you thinking?"

"What?"

"If you make so much money, you can hire all three of them. Competition will produce better results."

I fell to my knees for a moment. That was the reverse of the idea.

"Oh........"

Oh, you're such a dick! Competition?]

However, Senior Kim Chul-soo went against the plan with humiliation.

[Man] You're catching people! Why don't you give me a cake knife?!

"......?"

I tilted my head in response to an overreaction.

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