King of the Last Drama

Now, let's think about how to deal with this.

First, the owner of the station welcomed the expelled PDs.

Secondly, I can interfere with my daily life if I only eat my heart, but he said he would leave the whole plan to me.

Thirdly, the writer gave 'advice' on how to change.

Hm.

You have all the great advice.

"You know what? Kim Dae-woong and the writer seem to be emptying their hands."

Choi Hyeong said in a discreet voice.

"Or maybe you and Mae Min-hyuk have a good relationship. Oh, of course, you can keep going with the writer."

In turn, The Iron Age , Petroleum Strait Game . And, "Live like a play."

I think I can see why this boss is so appreciative of me and what he wants.

"But he just quit. You and your potential creator, Seo Soo-hyun Post, don't even get along."

My voice is resolute.

"If it takes me a while to seize the opportunity, I can arrange another PD. There are as many PDs as there are for that drama."

I couldn't help but smile.

A PD for "The Jewelry Box in the Research Journal". I don't know who that is, but it's a great person.

I'm not going to save a hundred percent of that even though I'm in a regression.

"So, what do you think?"

Choi Hyeong Chung has arrived.

I don't know.

What do we do?

I can't even imagine the penalty for ignoring this advice. The favour of President Choi Jeong will be as unpleasant as ever.

I even have to make a bar.

Having a Seo-yerin writer and suffering from osteoporosis increases the validity period as long as you produce the Research Journal .

No matter what I thought, it was an obvious situation.

I had no choice but to ponder.

"I'm sorry, but I'll say no."

"· · · · · ·."

Choi Hyuk's eyes narrowed. After reaching Ojiho PD next door, his eyes are fluttering.

He looks drunk.

"Hmm, was there a corner to my words?"

"Excuse me, but you've been wrong from the beginning."

The President of Choi Hyuk encouraged a 'no' reaction, and I just got it back.

Ozzie seemed to be pondering now if I had sucked the pills.

"Seo Soo-hyun and Seo-yerin aren't the same."

"After all, it's the same thing. If you'd seen it, you'd know."

The President Choi Jung was very disappointed.

"I heard you refused Director Lloyd Gonzalez's offer. I thought you meant more than that."

"Well, yes."

"Is that just a deteriorating copy of Seo Soo-hyun?"

· · · · Hmm.

Wonderful.

People who work in the broadcasting system usually know that words are, uh, different.

And the half of it is the breadcrumbs.

So I mean, I accidentally spit out that piece of shit.

[· · ·! · · · · · ·!]

Kim Chul was shouting.

I ignored it.

"I won't listen for you."

"What?"

"If you tell this story, you will be mocked for the rest of your life because you have no eyes."

"· · · · · ·."

Two men in front of me faced each other. I forgot to say Moore.

Kim Chul-sook whispered.

[· · · Hyun-Seok.]

'I'm sorry, but I'll talk to you later.'

[No, it's not that. Look back.]

'Talk to you later.'

[· · · · · ·.]

The longest-eared president laughed in vain.

"· · · Does that mean that the calligrapher over there is a lumber that burns in Seo Soo-hyun?"

"It's more than that. It's Mercer. He's gonna jump."

Now he sighs.

"Hey, Hyun-Seok. I think I'm mistaken, but Seo Soo-hyun doesn't want to deny what he's accomplished. Do you really think a writer who would be comparable to him would come out?"

"It is indeed a pity."

I laughed.

"Regardless of Seo Soo-hyun's greatness, he will later be remembered as the aunt of a writer named Seo-yerin. Maybe you should explain that to your kids in old age."

"· · · It's not easy to say out loud."

Choi Hyeong shook his head.

"Hey, do you think the entry of the calligrapher over there could exceed 40 percent of the viewing rate?"

"Yes."

I answered.

"· · · Living like a play barely exceeded 40 percent in the last painting. It was an external factor to help. And yet?"

"Yes."

"· · · · · ·."

Choi Hyeong seemed completely speechless.

Once upon a time, after I finished the "Research Journal", the calligrapher completely changed her writing style.

Stable casting, top-notch hooks, obvious clichés.

That also allowed Seo-yerin to be a good writer.

But now it's different.

I haven't finished the "Research Journal" yet.

Even Kim Chul is so talented that he can suffer from osteoporosis.

What does 40 percent mean? This is 50 percent.

"I'm going with a calligrapher. If it's hard for you to accept, we'll find a way to go our separate ways."

"Hahaha."

Choi Hyeong was laughing bitterly. He looks like he's had one.

Fortunately, there was no offensive color.

"Well, good. I said I'd give you the power. The same applies of course to the right to choose a writer."

Choi Hyuk smiled.

"But I said it was the middle of the day. Forty percent of the audience, you can promise, right?"

"Of course, if you have enough budget."

"Good. More support than you need. But take responsibility."

The atmosphere was relaxed again.

A calligrapher came back as the story returned to a small defensive position.

This side was so uncomfortable.

#

Kim Chul-soo grumbled after losing his seat.

[What are you going to do about it?]

"Isn't it a 50 percent target anyway? What's a 40 percent commitment?"

[· · · well, didn't you say with your mouth that it was practically impossible?]

I shrugged.

"So you're going to the barracks? It's written by a calligrapher."

"· · · · · ·."

Kim Chul Sunbae closed his mouth.

I grumbled for a long time about which side would be difficult and said without a beat.

[· · · Both seem impossible.]

"So let's go to the viewing rate. Anyway, I made 40 percent of the film" like a play ", so I had some time."

[Son.]

Kim Chul Sunbae laughed.

[It doesn't really matter, does it?]

"· · · · · ·."

I owe it to [ Research Journal and Seo-yerin from my previous life. Right?]

It's useless and sharp.

I conspired with Idona a long time ago.

The conclusion we came to was that Amman could still not make the "Jewelry Box in the Research Journal" a curtain.

It seemed impossible in the first place, and leaving it meant so much to me.

[Yes. I made a fancy drama, so I could make two. Why don't you go out there?]

Kim Chul Sunbae yawned.

And late dinner.

I got a call from Gia.

It was a very embarrassing voice.

Hey, brother. Did Yerin have any problems with your sister?

"No? Why?"

That is · · · · · ·.

I blinked when I heard the story.

"Writer Stan took your wet note with him?"

#

"Why are you so late?"

Nervous voices burst.

I was surprised by the stylist who was carefully angling behind me.

I don't know what to do with my rabbit's eyes, and I bow my head.

"Oh, I'm sorry!"

"No, I'm not talking to Mr. Wisdom."

The actor next to me quickly intruded.

"Right, Donna?"

"· · · Ah, yes. I'm sorry. I didn't hear back from you. I didn't tell you."

Idona replied in an unrelenting tone.

"Yes."

As Hong Ji Ho smiles, the stylist's face grows greasy.

Idona blinks as the stylist looks at Hong Ji Ho in the finishing phase.

"What, Donna? This turned around."

"Yes. I didn't expect to be thanked."

Hong Ji-ho sighed.

"So, you're hurting Lee Hyun-seok Fiddy again?"

"What kind of civil war! How hard did I help you, and what's so big about replying to text messages?"

"It's a big deal considering it's 1: 00 in the morning. I've been working with you, and it's a big deal for you."

Hong Ji Ho yawned.

"You're a good thug. Do you think Lee Hyun-Seok Fiddy will reach out after what he did? I don't know, but I don't think we're gonna have that share of KBC right now."

"If it's my Fiddy, it should be."

Idona said freshly.

"Then it must be your first and last feed."

Hong Ji Ho is on the move and a call has been made.

Idona snorts and picks up the phone.

But he leaned his head within.

It says "Writer Seo-yerin."

Although he has become a close friend recently, he is not comfortable enough to call at this time.

"Yes, it's Idona."

In a sudden softening voice, Red Jiho fills his inner tongue.

One of the innards is still unfamiliar.

"Yes, it's fine, of course. It's a drama I'm going to perform. Tell me as much as you want."

Idona's expression becomes vague as she smiles singly.

"Uh, yeah?"

Hong Ji-ho began to listen with an interest in the expression.

"No, isn't that amnesia too old?"

· · · · · ·?

I think I heard the farthest thing in the scenario I've ever seen.

"Uh, I don't think that's good. First of all, I don't have the heart to have a child."

Hong Ji-ho blinked and Idona's face was crumpling in real time.

"I'm sorry, I don't know what quantum mechanics has to do with dinosaurs! As good as snow!"

A call that lasted nearly 15 minutes barely hung up.

Idona was rarely on her head.

Hong Ji Ho said.

"Good. As you wish, I will add a stimulating element."

Idona kicks Wensu one foot and then presses straight 4 times to call Lee Hyun-seok.

#

Accommodation in Group AirLiz .

Ara, who was sitting on the new couch, sucked on some bad jelly, asked.

"And when you look at it, don't you tell your sister?"

"Huh? What?"

"Director Lee Hyun-seok is next."

In the press, Lee Hyun-seok didn't have a break, but went straight into the planning.

I don't think I can rewrite the previous drama, but Ara cared about Young.

"I don't know."

Yumi's hand with her head is filled with a stone.

I took a deep sigh and forgot what Ara was going to say.

"I told you not to do that. Aren't we good enough for an airstone?"

It is the nickname of "Aeriz".

Now I can laugh and hand it over, but I used to have to fight the members with it.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Araya. I've lost to this for the first time, so I've been practicing a little."

Ara blinks.

Lost? Yumi?

I've never even seen you drop a stone.

"Who did you lose?"

"Mr. Lee Lee Lee."

Ara's eyes widened.

"· · · Have you met?"

"I went to him and he let me in."

Yumi said wonderfully.

"Luckily, he seemed fine."

"Of course you are."

I could not have imagined that Ara was rather unwell.

"But, I'm a little worried."

"Why? Are you okay?"

"No, I have to say it seems too bright, but it seemed to treat someone else."

"· · · · · ·."

I don't know what you're talking about, but Ara didn't want to hear about the transfer anymore.

I raised my voice as loud as I could and got to the point.

"Hey, sister. Director Lee Hyun-seok, can you let me know when the next synopsis comes out?"

"Huh? Why?"

"Audition, I want you to take a look."

"· · · · · ·?"

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