King of the Last Drama

"Congratulations. You finally did it."

"Thank you."

A humble restaurant with an old stainless steel table.

In it, two men with clean hair were hitting the mug with a clog.

He was an old face for about a decade, but his face looked cool.

It was the end of a faction fight inside KBC.

If it was short, if it was long, it was long.

"Honestly, I didn't expect this day to come."

Suck a glass with a nude smile.

"I wanted to succeed if I could take a few of them with me when I first stepped on the threshold."

"I don't know. You're on your own."

The president of Choi Jung Tong.

"This is not the kind of duck that he left cool."

"· · · That's right."

The president smiled.

If it wasn't for the series of events that followed the ceremony, he might have been dragged to the end and retreated without a pulse.

"The more you look at him, the more curious he is. I don't know what kind of information you've gathered."

"Didn't I just gather rumors?"

"That was pretty accurate. Amazingly."

"You missed the talent to head the press department. It's too bad."

The two chewed on the mist while having an unprofessional conversation for a while.

Choi Hyuk opened the door first.

"Yes. Have you changed your mind now that you've been in the bathroom?"

"· · · What are you talking about?"

"Didn't you send that friend Kim Jeon Gam? Come back to your friendship."

He laughed in vain. There is no such misunderstanding.

"I'm against it. He said he was going out with me."

"Now the CP guy goes up?"

"I saw a big picture of a heavenly maker and it turned my eyes upside down. The CG team in the kite is not uncommon."

Choi Hyeong's tongue was full.

"I mean, it's kind of a crowd here, too."

"It's not our time to care. Let's start with the company and see if we can take care of my people. Where does he look like he's gonna be tied up?"

The president shrugs.

"I wouldn't be surprised if I decided to be independent right after the journal shoot."

"· · · Still, isn't it PD Year 3?"

"What does a 20-year-old ridge do, and what does it matter?"

The president emptied his drink in a single breath.

"Did you hear that? I think I used Park Jin-tae as vice president of a new company."

"Don't know. You're going to take out Idona and Hong Ji Ho for the rest of the contract."

Once it is ready, it also becomes colorless to call it a new company.

"Not to mention the writer's nephew in the nursing home, and the actors and siblings."

"I thought KDS was completely split up, but it looks like it's in contact under the water. You look like you're sorry."

"If you were trying to reconsider your status everywhere, it would be a great success."

It was a reinterpretation to open my mouth when I heard it.

"Well, our headquarters commander, who was squawking about whether it was a privilege, was quiet."

Choi Hyuk chuckled.

"Well, thank God. I think I should throw a big prey at a big fish."

"Hmm."

I thought something was going on with Choi Hyuk.

He said.

"And did you hear it?"

"What?"

"He also had a new friend from Japan."

#

Negotiations ended earlier than I thought.

Because "Live like a theatre" was useless in Japan, Yorubi headquarters paid a fortune.

· · · There is no compensatory viewing rate on such topics. The barracks are on the subject of reflecting like ghosts.

At the end of the story, we took a step to eat lightly.

At the same time, the number of people increased slightly.

"· · · · · ·."

I stood still and stared.

Shirakawa Saito was sweating.

Next to him, Gia smiled brightly.

"Wow, that's amazing! Maybe you know the story better than I do."

"No way. Haha · · · · ·."

"You speak Korean really well."

"Because of her influence. Oh, of course, I also got a lot of help in" Like a play "!"

It looks pretty friendly.

· · · · Hmm.

I couldn't help but feel a little weak when I saw it.

"Senior."

[Why.]

"If I twist his branches around here, will I be innocent? '

[What if it's Vulcan?]

Damn it.

I've never been so grumpy that I'm an Earthling.

Kim Chul Sunbae laughed bitterly.

[Well, the joke's over and he's crazy. Maybe it's better than us.]

It wasn't exactly a joke, but it was true that I went as you said.

For the first time, Shirakawa Saito and I were busy pulling out stuttering horses, even though Gia and Shy couldn't face each other.

But at some point, his face changed.

"Well, that sledge hammer in 41st grade."

"Yes, it was written in the same sense as 27 paintings."

"Ohhh!"

Moving on to the story of "like a play" in earnest, when did you start to feel timid?

As an enthusiastic face, I hardly remember picking up the crappy settings.

· · · · Hmm.

I think he really is a fan of "like a play."

Gia is happy too, so I decided to leave her alone for a while. More than a dozen minutes.

But it was an illusion.

Twenty minutes later, his words became increasingly hot.

"Well, I have more questions. The captain drank rum all the time, but he drank brandy in his last fight with Han-support and the Horseman Bean. Is there a reason?"

"Oh, that's it."

"And Giancy always wrote a little sideways gesture when it came to identifying goals, but in Nemesis -- oh, I don't know if that's Nemesis. Anyway, there was a downward movement of moxation. Can we interpret this as evidence that Han-support was somewhat hesitant?"

"That · · · · · ·."

"Then can you see that it was because the planet next to the Sun's twin Nemesis was paired with Vulcan? Or does it have something to do with Lee Gwang-jin's new hometown?"

"· · · · · ·."

"and · · · · ·."

The question I was listening to next to me was a bit of a nuisance.

At first, Gia's smile became blurred and her smile became clumsy.

Gia's eyes turned to me, swimming everywhere. It looks like a craving.

Mmm.

Fortunately, the Savior showed up just in time while he was stirring.

"I'm sorry, I'm a little late to get in touch."

"No, you're really welcome, sister!"

A calligraphic writer questioned Gia's attitude, which he vigorously welcomed.

Say hello and listen to Sogongo whispers.

I look back with a smile to see if I know the frozen situation.

"I think you were having a pretty interesting conversation. Can I give you an answer instead?"

"Absolutely!"

"Yes. What do you want to know?"

Shirakawa Saito asks questions again like a quick shot.

No matter how hard it is for a calligrapher, I nod at her and answer her daily questions.

"Scene 14 of 27th Street is about 21 minutes away from drinking. I think you know why."

"That's right. It wasn't because of Vulcan, it was because of something else. Remember that scene you mentioned about the Ort Cloud?"

"No, it has something to do with the 19-piece table. If you look it up, you will know that you have designated the ivory."

It was liquefied oil.

There are no words that are blocked, and the answer comes out of the liquor without feeling anything. I don't think the old breakfast chili was enough.

As the conversation progressed, Saito became more and more respectful and I opened my mouth.

At that moment, the calligrapher did not appear to be the same human being.

Was that enough?

Kim Chul Sunbae shakes his head.

[No, that looks like it broke the shell.]

'· · · · · ·?'

The cyto finally bows its head.

"You're amazing. Like a play How dare that weave surpassed the level imagined!"

"No."

The calligrapher laughed.

"And this time I explained, Lee Hyun-Seok Fiddy will know more than I do."

· · · What?

I opened my mouth. No, I'm not a writer. Why do you put me in?

"Whatever it is, it's not."

He then blurs his words with a sulphite smile. It hurts my eyes, full of trust.

What the hell? What the hell are you thinking? That's the conclusion.

Kim Chul Sunbae sighed.

[I think I know. And I can only say self-employment.]

"Yes?"

The eyes of a Saito man, filled with emotion and respect, turned to me without a bird.

· · · Fuck.

I swallowed my saliva.

I don't even remember how I handed it over afterwards.

#

"Did you say Shirakawa Saito? I think he's a pretty good guy."

A few days later, the calligrapher said:

"There's a lot of gaps, but it won't be uncommon for someone to break through that much."

I had a terrible eye. If that's a lot of gaps, what do I look like?

I coughed and asked.

"Do you have any ideas?"

"When you organize the world view, you get one or two foreign war novels. Why don't you leave that to me? I'm so glad you got lucky."

"· · · Korean sounds good, but writing a book is no longer a problem?"

"You can translate it by writing it in your own language."

The calligrapher laughed.

"Priqual is coming out of America anyway. Can we go a little global? They say it's popular in Japan."

"· · · · · ·."

Others were right.

But for me, I felt a bit of a disguise. A calligraphic writer would not have come to rest until a while ago.

I slipped.

"And have you seen the episode that Gia posted?"

"Of course I did."

"Don't you think it's a little too much?"

Even Seo-yerin, who has become so generous in the recent past, seems to be bored.

But there was no strange point.

"It's okay."

Seo-yerin smiled.

It really didn't matter.

"· · · · · ·?"

[· · · · · ·.]

Kim Chul, who saw him while I was laughing at his head, turned his head.

[Damn it, Hyun-seok. I'll apologize, so call that Rodriguez guy right now.]

"Yes?"

[Now our only hope is him.]

Shortly thereafter, Priqual's screening date came to a close.

074 Water and Fish (5) End