King of the Last Drama

It was Kim Jeon Gam PD who hit me with a bright face.

"Hey, Hyun-Seok! Budget and writer, it might work somehow!"

I sighed and said,

"· · · I will listen."

"You know Seo Soo-hyun, right?"

"Any PDs he doesn't know?"

Hobul Ho may be split, but he is a legend in the drama world, which has been using hits consistently for decades.

"His nephew said he had a dream before, so he's just graduating this year and picking an entry. I guess the writer tried to arrange a one-stop-shop, but he didn't think that was going to work. I thought you said you wanted to play, but you should catch it."

Or is it different? It was her.

I turned my back on him.

"It's not an immature kid."

The principle is that any author starts with a one-sided pole, no matter what the PD. No one starts with a flattering drama.

So, um, very few.

"Yeah, but I saw a few things I wrote, and the shoots are fine. Besides, I heard you've been working on scripts from before. You should see that you're not a rookie."

"Mmm."

"And I have your back. I forgot to tell you that I wanted to take you to the nursery."

"If Seo Soo-hyun writers are dense, I think Dumbville is trying to raise a director."

"I mean."

When I sneered, Kim PD nodded loudly to see if he understood.

"Isn't Seo Soo-hyun the writer? If you drop me off, I'll tell you to fuck your nephew. Just a few words from him, there will be good actors on the line. There will be as many budgets as there can be."

"· · · · · ·."

When I kept my silence, Kim PD looked like a lunar body.

"Hey, Hyun-seok. This is not the time for you to cover your cold and hot meals. You need something to be on the start line. It's a cheap price to hug a high-snout novelist."

Despite his urge, I couldn't easily nod.

Of course, I didn't understand what Kim Jeon Gam PD said. No, I was more desperate. I've been through it all before.

Kim Chul, who was watching next to him, opened his mouth.

[If Seo Soo-hyun is your nephew, isn't he a Seo-yerin writer?]

'That's right. I'm surprised you know that.'

[You're a celebrity!]

'Exactly who will be a celebrity.'

The senior shakes his head.

[I've seen a short scenario before. He's good, he's old, he has a deep sense of ambassador, he's good. So much that I want to use it.]

'Yes, but the guy and the cover I took are screwed. You can't get involved.'

[· · · · · ·.]

Of course, it's not her fault.

Once upon a time, even after I left quite dishonorably, the calligrapher was recognized for her abilities. Even just before I returned, there was a drama that was showing her name.

Her virtues were greatly appreciated when my entry, "The Jewelry Box in the Research Journal," was later re-evaluated.

But he seemed to regret it.

[But, you know why and what makes you so screwed? That's enough to fix. That's a really good scenario for Seo-yerin. Non-irritating materials and relaxing developments make it taste good in the second half of the day.]

'Senior, have you forgotten?'

[What?]

'We have to make the ultimate final drama.'

Kim Chul Sunbae shut his mouth.

Later, as reversed to the Sammaihan trend represented by the word "barracks," Seoyerin's drama is called "luxury" or "wellmade."

Her work was characterised by a well-lived and stimulating material that flowed like water without any operational development or coercion.

I am also a fan of her personally. After leaving the industry, I used to take care of Seo-yerin's drama.

But that's why it's even more important.

'We have to cut it off thoroughly.'

I don't need a luxury writer for the ultimate final drama I make. No, Dorir, I'm interrupting.

'A deadly deployment, a stimulating material, a jumping emotional line, an irretrievable ambush! That's all you need for a drama, Senior. The calligrapher is the worst genius in that respect.'

[· · · so.]

Kim Chul Sunbae turned out to be an intermittent visionary.

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My mind was set.

"Hey, Hyun-seok. You regret it. I really regret it!"

I sent back the Kim Jeon sensation PD shouting like that.

But he was persistent.

"After a day, your head gets a little cold? What do you think?"

"It's been two days, don't you think?"

"Hey, I'm going to make it today. I went after Yubi at this point."

I was incredibly persistent.

Besides, it's all for me, so I couldn't help but nod.

"Afterwards, let's meet."

"Yeah, I thought about it."

Kim PD chuckled my shoulder and laughed comfortably.

A generous, just happy attitude, even though the blue kid chewed and ignored his advice three times.

Kim Chul Sunbae seemed to be greatly impressed.

[· · · You're a real good person.]

'Yes, it's still there.'

I sighed a little and called the calligrapher.

Kim Jeon Gam PD was seasoned beforehand.

She said she would come back with a few pre-written wedges in a loud voice.

Two days later, she met at the café in front of the station. Well, of course, she was what she used to be.

Long-haired raw hair that looks like it's hard to trim. Intentionally painted makeup that looks like a gift.

Kim Chul Sunbae laughed at his head.

[Ah, was this the impression? It's a burdensome face.]

What are you talking about? I used to say this. '

[No, I think it was a softer aesthetic. Do you want me to mold it later?]

'What do you know?'

The calligrapher greeted him with a light greeting and immediately took his horse out.

"If you'll excuse me, I'm told that the right plan is not in place at all."

It was an endless word.

"Well, yes."

It was not something I could hide, but I took it lightly.

"So here, I brought you a scenario that I wrote down in advance."

The calligrapher handed out a bundle of chubby manuscripts with a jaw.

I'm in a hurry to get used to the enormous amount.

There's nothing to see. A 'Jewelry Box in a Research Journal'.

"I didn't bring any other wetlands. This is actually the home town. Because if this isn't the case, it won't be anything else. Please take it and let me know if there's anything I can fix."

It would be a good tone to replace the end of 'Tell me' with 'Tell me'. Or, "Tell me."

[There's nothing worse than this.]

Kim Chul Sunbae kicked his tongue.

[I don't think I'm going to get expelled.]

'Because I've been breathing with that Seo Soo-hyun writer. I would have run into a bunch of actors like PD and Giraffe, and that's what makes me look ridiculous.'

And, well, it's actually a great piece.

[Chuckles] You're a believer. If I were you, I'd flip over.]

'I used to be, too.'

Even the same new writer can't help but ignore me. I don't know how many times they crashed into each other.

Well, I was young at the time.

I handed over the manuscript.

"Let's see."

"Yes. Then I'll call you."

"No, sit down for a while. I'll just look at it here. It won't take long."

In my words, Seo-yerin's eyebrows twitched. After blinking for a while, she sat down with a reluctant attitude.

Hearing her order coffee, I picked up a chunky manuscript.

The intestines moved quickly.

Hm.

To be honest, you don't even have to read it. I once could not even remember this manuscript.

In the past, this manuscript fell from the sky because it was my lifeline.

And, well, it's also true that I left it and was simply fascinated by this article itself.

I read up to the last chapter and was briefly immersed in sentiment.

After 10 years of age, the talent of a writer named Seo-yerin remained dazzling, even though he had seen it chew hundreds of times.

In fact, when I reached the level, I was unable to assess Seo-yerin. I should be proud that I once worked with her.

But, well.

After all, I have no choice but to put out my tears.

"Well done. It was a good article."

"· · · well, did you see?"

The calligrapher said in a tone reminiscent of the woodpecker.

"Yes, but I'm sorry."

I said.

"There seems to be a distance from the drama I'm trying to create."

"· · · · · ·."

"It's a really good piece, so I think it would be great to meet other experienced PDs."

A moment of silence passed.

I waited for Seo-yerin's reaction without taking out the words.

I knew that her personality was dirty, as opposed to her great work. I was willing to listen to a word or two of it.

After a while, Seo-yerin whispered.

"· · · It took me half a year to write that."

"I see."

"It took more time to trim."

"Yes, I think it's great."

Silence again.

Somehow, it was an unwelcome atmosphere.

"And now."

Seo-yerin looks at my wristwatch.

"It's been 20 minutes."

"· · · · · ·."

"Can you rate my year with 20 minutes?"

Brushing lips.

I've never matched the sum. It's not usually annoying, but it's a sign before it explodes.

[Tsk tsk.]

Kim Chul Sunbae also pulls his tongue.

Hm.

I think I made a little mistake.

Of course, I read it in a well-known tempo, but it was too numerous to say that I first encountered a manuscript I didn't know at all.

"That way, if you don't look at it properly, you will decide!"

"You seem to misunderstand something."

I quickly went on probation.

"I've read enough and judged it to be a good work, Writer."

"Heh, so in 20 minutes?"

"Yes."

The sarcastic calligraphy was blocked for a moment. She dances for a while, and then she snorts.

"So can you tell me? I don't know where the hell it was."

"I see."

I was locked in my thoughts for a moment.

I'm not in the mood to go with you, but I think it would be a good idea to give you some advice.

"First of all, the material was fine. The difference between a girl who was adopted as a child and a girl who was confused by her identity and her perspective was so neat that the connection between the male and female heroines who were not understood in the world was completely mysterious."

"· · · · · ·."

Seeing the reaction slightly depressed, I continued to speak.

"It was nice to see that the journal came from their grandfather, the bloodline who was trying to get away. I liked the setup that something was obviously going on, even without anything, and the process of connecting it was great."

"Ah, yes."

An employee brought coffee. Seo-yerin grabs the cup in front of him, but he can't take it with his mouth. He asks for a moment.