Life, Once Again!

It was Dongwook waving his hands at the farther manager Yu. Yu went back to the station with a thick plastic bag in both hands, all bought from Dongwook Savi.

“Tsk.”

The smile disappeared from Dongwook's face. I succeeded in talking to Yu's manager, but that was it. I did not see the possibility of a deal. Trading is only possible when we understand each other's interests. However, that knowledgeable and weak Yoo Manager was loyal to the company. I don't have the slightest idea of taking advantage of myself.

Dongwook's proposal to Yoo was simple. Making sure which TTO members are participating in the film From the moment information becomes true, it becomes valuable. Dongwook was going to talk to the real class of TTO company before writing an article with that fact. I'm trying to write an article like this. The agency will then have two reactions.

The first is a strict non-disclosure agreement with the Film Company. If so, they will pay separately to keep their mouths shut. The second situation is known, but there is no major problem. This is the only time you can post the prepared article in the newspaper. Take the raw materials and your own income.

Dongwook said he would give some of the income to Yu's manager, but he was rejected.

“Pull it up? ”

Dongwook pulled out a cigarette. It's easy to post an article. He's the editor-in-chief, after all. I post articles that are worth money without the use of editing knives. But then there's the problem. It can come from TTO affiliates strongly.

“That won't work again. ”

After a long exhale, cigarette smoke was mixed. There is no fool in this world who starts a vaginal fight. Dongwook wanted to continue his symbiotic relationship with the TTO company. Well, if you look at it, it's parasitic.

Once upon a time, the power of famous journalists was beyond common sense. When there was a newspaper with a convenient medium to access, journalists who lived in that time were treated with VIPs to some degree or higher without distinguishing between celebrities, politics and society. There was a time when one of the articles that reporters pressed with a pen fell down the throat of a major politician, and he also chaired a famous celebrity who was rich at the time. The story unfolded on the tip of the pen was a time of great power.

But as time went on, the glorious era of journalists came to an end. Information is easier to access. Journalists had the strength to share their opinions in communicating facts to the public. It was possible to corrupt the public's view by adding some insights to the purity of the facts. However, after the Internet came into this narrow land, the status of the journalist fell sharply. It has become difficult to receive special treatment, except for a few extraordinary journalists who have risked their lives to fight the political world.

There, the temper of the knight changed as well. In the past, if the Han alphabet empowered the writing, and if the knights who feel the depth were praised, this is only the age of speed. Even if you write an article with quality information, it will be copied and produced as soon as it is published on the internet. In the newspaper era, it took a day for other newspapers to catch up with a major feature, but now it can be reproduced directly from its seat.

What did the journalists who prepared quality articles think when they saw the article that was copied and lost its value in just a few seconds?

The age of depth is over. It's the age of speed.

The result was the Internet newspaper. Major 3 is looking at each other's Internet pages and preparing to cut. As soon as the breaking news broke, the article was replicated with a "in the parent medium."

But you can't get people to click on you just because you're fast. No clicks will result in no advertising revenue and newspapers will have to close their doors. That's why the article is now more involved in the title than the content. Since the content was created by other enthusiastic journalists, it became a challenge to quickly capture the attention of subscribers using the internet by capturing a stimulating title.

Dongwook once wished to be a ‘real’ journalist. I pledged to become a journalist who wrote the old accusations and freed the oppression of the prisoner who had become a political offender. So I prepared for the press exam and eventually passed. When I lived in Satsumawari, I felt frustrated that I was different from my dream journalist life, but I was new to the police station. "He had built a kite with the police during the investigation and believed that he would be able to write a great article to connect with them if he could just hold on now. I believed I could write a really hot article until I finished fixing it and was assigned a line and ate like a human. I wrote articles about going in and out of police stations and firehouses like my own. Although they were small articles that no one would see, I couldn't be more proud of the name 'Dong-wook Kim’ in the end.

One day, I had a dream that I would slowly step up the stairs and follow behind the news crews like Giant Castle. Suddenly, I turned to myself in a very small way. Sitting in front of a blank computer, writing a sketch of a case instructed by the senior class. A thumbtack that never deals with the suffering of the socialites hidden in the events of everyone's attention. It was an updated version of an old article that we shared every day, rather than changing our perspective.

The first article to leave the title alone was about A, who violated the privacy of famous celebrities. When I was writing the article, I felt like I had contributed a great deal to the public good, but over time it was a huge piece of shit that occupied the ground. What was the knight I wanted to write? "The headline hucks and flips over in my head. I was seriously thinking about it, and I made a commitment to polish my mind again.

It's been two years again.

Dongwook found himself incarnate with cynicism. The station's reporter's salary was piled up on the savings account, and it was such a joy to see it. When I saw my colleagues teaching journalism to my subordinates, I sighed deeply. Turning around, 'I live hard.’ I was able to talk to myself. When I saw that there was a yellow coffee trail on the phrase 'true journalist’ that I put on one side of the desk, I broke it off and threw it in the trash can. I no longer even thought about why it changed like this. When I moved out of the Ministry of Social Affairs and into the Ministry of Culture, I was also happy. It was a step away from the grueling cases.

A safe workplace, where reporters are no more valuable than Dongwook. There was not even a sense of crisis about change. It was very natural for everyone to accept that this would happen. When retirement became my best dream, I was assigned to supervise apprentices. It was because there were no senior journalists left in the Ministry of Social Affairs because of murders that rocked the entire country.

I took the risk of bothering the commander's orders and went to meet the sunchicks. When I looked inside the station and saw those girls burning with enthusiasm, I only saw a self-absorbed smile. You also led them thinking, "Be like me anyway."

And after a while. Dongwook has left the station. When I submitted my resignation, I was unable to recognize what I was doing. My body was already packing up and leaving the station. The decision to resign was not a big deal. All I saw was an investigative journalist rushing into the hospital trying to solve a case. It wasn't a big deal. The next day, the rookie was sent back to the police station, cursing at his classmates. Common things. It is strange that the body and mind were healthy in Satsumawari. Seeing the usual scene, Dongwook decided to resign.

There was no clear vision or plan. I never dreamed of being a "real journalist" again when I was over 30. Those dreams have been sinking in the unseen since a long time ago.

Then why did you come out?

Dongwook himself could not know the answer. It was just a vague idea that I could no longer live on the station's salary, so I left.

After I left the station, I lived with the money I had saved for a while. I didn't have a family to support, so I was able to live quite relaxed. But after about half a year of playing, I started to worry.

What do you do? After thinking about it a few times, I decided to go back to being a journalist because I knew I was stealing. Of course, there was still no sense of justice, a sense of obligation, or a mission to strive for the public good that I had at the beginning of my life. I just felt like I had to put it in my mouth.

The people who knew him saw that and begged him why he quit the station, but the frustration was that even Dongwook could not understand why. There's no such thing as a dream, but I've forgotten all about it, so why did I break out of that familiar, well-paid position?

And today, Dong-wook was still one of the many celebrities who ate a day and chased after celebrities for a night.

"Let's stab him because we don't know."

Dongwook pulled out his cell phone while robbing the cigarette.

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“Then let's do that. ”

Park Narim, president of NL Company, hung up the phone and smiled satisfactorily. People often use the expression "third-generation affiliation." Yellowstar, Juilliard Entertainment and NL Company. JA production is emerging nowadays, but it is still far from infrastructure.

Narim concentrated TTO on the know-how he had gained over the past decade by raising numerous singers, and as a result he made the edition so that the name of TTO would be the best idol of his time. I choked up the station's PDs, packed up the writers' birthdays and put their faces on the show, and the results are now starting to come back visible.

TTO is the only Idol singer selling a million copies on a dying CD record market. I just made an appointment to enter Japanese craft for the first time there. It's not a commotion on the air right now to deal with Korean currents. Interest in Japan's hostile relations has escalated to the opposite level, and so has the Japanese side. When this market is pioneered, enormous funds untouchable in Korea will be in hand. Narim firmly believed that it would be a super-speed for NL Company to be reborn as the best affiliation in South Korea.

Narim's dream is to create a number one agency that any skilled person who has enemies in Korea who is not affiliated with Idol.

Currently, in the craftsmanship world, Idol is treated as a degenerate. There, the idol company is less talkative than the one with the star actor. If we could change this trend, it would be easy to change the image of our company if Idol could become a star actor now.

That's why Narim put up a battle.

It's entering the screen of Idol.

In Chungmuro, Idol is the icon of Pilphae, which has been filmed by Idols dragging hundreds of thousands of fans since three years ago, but the theater has always hit bottom. From then on, the rumor was that the movie starring Idol must be ruined. I've learned from several attempts that there is definitely a wall of smoke that cannot be filled by fans.

Narim rather saw the way in that situation. The tactics were always in the middle of trouble. From the beginning, the actor sought out the child he dreamed of and made him do idols. TTO is a all-weather pluripotent group. Dances and songs were laid out as bases and smoke was included in the essential subjects. The Gangnam School of Performing Arts held hands with ‘film’ to foster a smoking idol. Other agencies were preparing, of course, but Narim thought he was the most thorough and fast.

“This debut is our inflection point. You know, Chief Choi. ”

“Yes.”

Idol is all images. If you lose an image, you lose everything. Narim had no intention of repeating the trend the previous affiliates had seen. Work your way up the ladder. Attract public opinion with skills.

The information that was released at the time was, ‘Who handed the old man the hammer?' There is no indication that TTO exists. He asked me to take it out as part of it. Only by the hands of TTO members and spectators is known that the protagonist has debuted on the screen. That's why I was going to keep my mouth shut until the opening party. Sometimes silence is the best promotion.

“Oh, Jules. There's a reporter on the phone who has something to tell you. ”

“Journalist?”

Narim pushed out his lips slightly. Chief Choi is a capable human being. We don't report useless things. He said it was an awkward thing to do in his line of work.

“Give me your phone. ”

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Today's food.

Mr. Oronamin.

The mulberry and pickle lid is amazing.

Bakcas and carbonated flavors?

It's just a drink.

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Now move the stage.

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Let's sleep!!!

Good night!!

Referrals, always appreciated.

Coupon, thank you. Thanks to you, I bought some ingredients.

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