King of the Last Drama

Chapter 33 bears fruit (3)

President Choi Jung.

He was the final beneficiary of the recent Big Wave, which rolled out of my control into a mess.

No wonder I didn't expect Webflix to get into SBC internal politics.

It's even more important that you hit the skin, play the press, and empower the ultimate president. If we could figure that out in the first place, it would be the best.

But in the old days, when I said that, Choi Hyuk only laughed bitterly.

“If you do, I'll do it. I don't tell anyone. ”

“... boss? ”

“I know, you're a celestial maker. It was something I couldn't do that attracted me to politics. I'm sorry.”

“No, boss. I think you misunderstand something.... ”

“But accept my gratitude. You saved our SBC family. ”

He shook his chest.

“It was the best choice of my life to be introduced to you by a virtuoso! If there's anything I can do for you in the future, tell me! ”

“ ……. ”

“Well, why don't you do the eulogy? ”

That's why it didn't work.

Moreover, he was the president of KBC, the CEO of KDS Entertainment Steel, and even contacted his own disciples.

I hear you've done a great job again. You're doing everything the old people can't do. I don't have a face.

This is the only pouch that gets thicker, but I admire the skill.

You are a teacher!

“ ……. ”

I was so tired that I lost my word. One way or another, Kim Chol said to comfort me.

[Well, let's move on moderately. It's a good thing we put a neutral gear in the defense case after KBC to SBC.]

“That's right.... ”

[That's it.]

“Umm……. ”

Obviously, the recent situation was not bad.

"The West Wind" was going beyond the breeze, and there was a great deal of hymn pouring out around it, and the "Bird Cave", which the Chairman of the Chamber of Commerce had contemplated, was actually loosened. Everything was so smooth that it had never been before.

But lately, I've been feeling a little obnoxious.

That was kind of an instinctive sensation. Something seems to be going wrong, and furthermore, it feels like my very essence is in crisis.

In fact, I came here today to consult with the Chief Executive Officer myself.

I set my mind and opened my mouth.

“Hey, boss. ”

“Hmm? I was also dissatisfied with the production costs…. ”

“That's enough… Have you seen the last of my drama? ”

“Cancer, of course! ”

Choi Hyeong changed his face and became single.

“I take care of it every day. Even if it's not about you," West Wind "is by itself the best work of my life! ”

.. Of course you are. So I have a taste.

When I first met you, I remember telling you to change the writer by presenting things like "The Iron Age" and "The Game of the Oil Channel".

I coughed and went to the point.

“Were there any unfortunate corners? ”

“Poor corner? ”

“I don't know, I don't know, I don't know, I don't know, I don't know, I don't know, I don't know, I don't know. ”

“The barracks..... ”

Choi Hyeong stroked his chin with a distressing look. I listened carefully to the answer that would come back.

In the meantime, I have secretly injected numerous blocky settings into the "West Wind". This was a highly hidden intention to get out of the way of imperfectionism and have a naturalistic color.

One or both of these ridiculous elements, in the end, could not reach the ultimate end. That was the judgment of my experience, so the setting made the public melt unnoticed naturally.

I asked the optimistic president who noticed it and peeked at how rooted it was.

“Umm.”

However, Choi Hyuk was awkward for a while.

“Speak comfortably. ”

“No, that..... ”

“I know there's a lot of problems. I just want to hear an objective assessment. ”

I focused my attention.

The more he talks about it, the better it will be to conclude that the mines in the barracks I planted are buried. At best, there will be more than ten, but only about six can be said to be successful.

As I hurried with my eyes, Choi Hyuk sighed.

“Surrender. I feel like I'm looking for a hidden painting. ”

“... Yes? ”

“I tried to find something like my mother-in-law, but I couldn't. I don't think the development of" West Wind "has been a major shortcoming. ”

“ ……. ”

I can't help but blink for a while.

What are you talking about?

It can't be. How many obstructive settings have been secretly introduced in "West Wind"!

There was no way that the person who was the best boss could not find it...!

I felt disappointed.

“Why, you know? There are many things!”

“I don't know. What the hell are you talking about? ”

“Like... what was the secret to the protagonist's birth? ”

“Hmm? Setting itself up was cliché, but didn't it soon fully capture the character of the protagonist? You can't be more perfect. ”

“ ……. ”

What are you talking about?

No, what are you really saying?

I'm so full, I can't talk. Somehow, I rolled my head and found the next widget.

“So what about the scenes from the previous world? Wasn't there a water level? ”

“Oh, that really saved the world! What's the problem with convincing Moral that he's gone? ”

“… the sudden appearance of memory loss. ”

“It was so cool. You're the only one who can express PTSD with such an understatement. ”

“Cancer cells are also life, so I just want to die..! ”

“Well... If you want me to break my legs, I wonder why. There must be a lot of people who have blushed their eyes. ”

I was blindfolded. I felt like I heard a really bad joke.

But Choi Hyuk was serious. No matter how much I looked, it wasn't the color that was exaggerating. He was really asserting that the numerous bar elements I put in were 'fine’.

I asked endlessly.

“... the scene where the male protagonist watches his lover become his brother. ”

Choi Hyuk nodded his head.

“Well, don't worry. That was the best scene I've ever seen. ”

“ ……. ”

* * *

Lee Hyun-seok was sitting on a bench with a face that seemed to be lost in spirit.

The staff, writers, and even the SBC headquarters were joyously running around like a lone straggler.

Lee Hyun-seok ended his meeting with the President of Choi Choi and turned the phone to everyone who had concerns. But in the end, I didn't get the answer I wanted.

After even hearing the hymn of the last hope, Lee Hyun-seok grew like a corpse.

“Senior.”

[Mm.]

“What the hell happened to me? ”

Kim Chul scratched his head.

Well, I didn't get a sense of where to start, but... I think I can talk about it as much as I can.

[Simply put, you grew up as a director.]

“I know that. As Lee Hyun-seok, I... ”

[Not as a drama, just as a producer. After a few months of research, we'll be able to catch a medium-sized film festival.]

A moment of silence passed.

“... What else does that matter? I've only dug a curtain so far, right? ”

Yes, I think Kim Chul himself sounds a little crazy.

If you make a drama as crazy as the passing PDs, you will be beaten by a dozen middle-arms if you change your mind about earning at some point.

But what if the reality looks like that? Kim Chul coughed.

[Actually, it's called a curtain, but I don't think the material itself is anything new. Rather, the clichés come together to make a curtain.]

“Well……. ”

Lee Hyun-seok was undeniable.

[And no matter how clichéd the ingredients are, if you make a great dish, it's something to eat. You're in that position now.]

It was the essence of the drama, whether it was made of materials or cooked in a way that was too thick, too bitter, or too sweet. The reason Kim Chul couldn't help Lee Hyun-seok earlier is because he didn't know how to ‘cook’ less.

However, Lee Hyun-suk, who had imprisoned Kim Chul at the time as a stabler, was now in the same position.

[The original sound of the curtain came out because it did not convince the viewers.]

Outrageous, unlikely, incapable of convincing the character's psychology, and the atmosphere of riding a roller coaster are all the ingredients of the bar.

Let's change the subject.

[As long as the viewers are persuaded, the notion of last-minute drama does not exist.]

And even though Lee Hyun-Seok is making salad with durian, it has evolved to the point where everyone can make him eat it.

I didn't even imagine that Kim Rail would come up here...

Lee Hyun-suk, who was staring at Kim Chul, asked.

“So that... sounds like an enormous regression in terms of making a drama? ”

[... well, it is.]

“Where in the world is that? No, why is it that you tell me to die studying and my grades drop vertically? ”

[…… well.]

Sometimes that's what happens. Kim Chul stepped down by one digit one year later to increase the probability of her hair sticking together.

Lee Hyun-Seok was sitting there because he was so disappointed. The phone rang as if it were blowing the finish.

Bonnie Zhang Yeon-cheol PD. Kim Chul was frightened, and Lee Hyun-seok pressed the call button with a slightly shivering hand.

“... What's going on? ”

Ah, Master... Hmmm, you Fiddy! Please be glad! My Drama's screening date has finally been decided!

Two weeks later, Zhang Jeong Chul's voice was cheerful. It was much faster than originally scheduled, so it was natural.

But for both of them, it sounded as if the sulfur of hell was ready.

As much as Director Rodriguez has been very helpful, I intend to make it look like a topic. Stay tuned, haha!

The phone was disconnected.

“ ……. ”

[…….]

No one said a word.

Kim Chul turned his head.

[Are you writing a will, too?]

* * *

“Don't you look a little tired lately? ”

Idona said in her office. But of course, Hong Ji-ho said, "Who? I didn't shovel back.”

I picked a horse with a slight glance.

“Well... You must be busy too, in many ways. ”

“There were times when I was busier. I didn't do any of that back then. ”

“That's it, but..... ”

Hong Ji Ho is blocked.

In fact, "West Wind" was part of Lee Hyun-seok's project, which was quite relaxing. Once there was a lot of money, it was usually because it could be stamped with money.

.. However, it was hard to say that I was okay with Lee Hyun-Seok, who had a sad face recently.

“You're the only one on the force right now. Aren't you tired? ”

Hong Ji-ho, who trimmed his neck as big as he could, arranged it.

In fact, Lee Hyun-seok's previous work was not spectacular and was even astonishing.

Your work in four years. It is a subject that no one can doubt is sane.

“That's not it. ”

But even though it was quite convincing, Idona seemed dissatisfied. It also looked like there was a particularly desirable answer.

The so-called Answerer Hong Ji-ho felt an ominous feeling.

“Uh... I don't know, you're probably right. Cheer up."

“No, listen. ”

Escape failed. Idona opens her mouth in a tone of reflection.

“I think it's... it's probably not my fault. ”

“… what is it? ”

“So is he. Stress builds up, but we're not making any progress, so I was wondering if it was a mess. ”

“ ……. ”

“It's holiday season... Maybe it's a sad time for me too... ”

Some progress, some time.

Hong Ji-ho didn't want to hear it anymore. Especially if you're talking about a monster that's blushing a little bit and touching his fingers.

And the creature bit bites and asks,

“So, uh... when did you say 'when you were in a relationship'? ”

“What are you doing, you crazy bitch! ”

Hongji thought it was better when he really kicked into the high heels.