CH 36 (1/2)
1st year Max Level Manager chapter 36
- Volume 2 Episode 11
36. Time of Choice 3
Eugene's behavior now was the same as a scene from ; Blue Sky in my memory.
Eugene.
The author sees
shake a little more
Writer Kim Sol-nib, who was watching Eugene closely, seemed to have come up with an idea, so he took out his phone and was writing something on the memo app.
'Cheer up!'
I cheered inwardly.
Seeing you write down your ideas with a happy smile, it is certain that the amount will increase.
It was then.
Writer Lee Ji-yeon, who had emptied a glass of soju, held out the glass to me.
”Take my drink.”
thank you. Writer.”
”Thank you. He did something big today.”
,,Yes?,,
”I have contacted CEO Kang. Thanks to you, I survived.”
CEO Kang Gam-chan said that as soon as the situation was over, he immediately contacted writer Lee Ji-yeon.
”Oh, no. I'm not sure, so I couldn't tell you right away and it took me a while. I am rather sorry.”
”Anyway, that time. If I hadn't drawn it, wouldn't my next project be completely ruined?
Writer Lee Ji-yeon, who had a light drink, asked one after another.
”I will ask you one thing. Did I mention that you've seen all of my old scripts?
I nodded at the words of Writer Lee Ji-yeon, who still remembers what I said on the first day.
Yes. I haven't seen any of your scripts.”
Then, when you see it, how about this work?”
Yes?
”So, in the name of God. it. He said that he refused because of Choi Jun-woo, not because of the workmanship? If the
If the opponent is not Choi Jun-woo, do you think Eugene will appear?”
Lee Ji-yeon's tone is softer.
Unable to respond to the sudden offer, she also took a step back.
Oh. Of course, if the work isn't good, I don't want to force it either.”
no. Writer! The work is not very good. Dingjak! It's fresh!”
Originally, the work ; In the Name of God was never properly evaluated.
It only aired 4 episodes and came down as it is
peel.
However, based on my 10 years of managerial experience, I was convinced that this script could be successful.
”If it's not for overlapping, I'm thinking of appearing unconditionally.”
Writer Lee Ji-yeon smiled brightly at my answer.
do not worry. I'm going to meet the production company and overturn the board. And I'm thinking of regrouping.
”Then I have to ask for it. The role the writer thinks of is a shaman, right?”
why? Are you attracted to something else? Can you put a mistress?”
no. Yeo-ju must audition. Mudang Station. Until then, I will prepare.”
Writer Lee Ji-yeon laughs.
”Huh. That's pretty good. I know how to take care of the writer.”
No matter how many writers Lee Ji-yeon, if the heroine ball is put in with a parachute, it will rise and fall.
But I know a drama that will be successful in the future.
So, to play the lead right now,
There was no reason to put an irrational number.
Whether or not my answer was satisfactory, writer Lee Ji-yeon smiled warmly and added one more word.
”Instead, the role. I'll try to make it a little more delicious. Like a lead role?”
A supporting role in the lead role?
If so, it's definitely OK.
thank you. I will offer my allegiance.”
For a moment, Kim Sol-ipip, a writer who was next to him, pursed his lips.
”My work hasn't been fixed yet.
Do you have insurance in advance? You are too much.”
If one pass is passed, another pass will come.
Gosh! Writer Kim is the same. I don't mean that:...
Ho Ho. Or have a glass of my bee juice.”
As writer Sol-ip Kim smiled and held out the cup, I received the cup with a pleasant expression.
After the work was over, writer Kim Sol-ip and writer Lee Ji-yeon began to quarrel.
pine needles. Unfortunately, I can't face you. I would have won anyway.”
”Oh, sir. Aren't my artworks riveting?”
”Then I didn't write it?”
Writer Sol-ip Kim and Writer Ji-yeon Lee put their glasses together and smirk.
The way he looked at the cup without saying a word, it seemed as if the leaving teacher and the departing disciple were saying goodbye.
”Come on, let's drink. The last filming is over, so forget everything for today.”
Yes. Writer.”
The two soon emptied their soju glasses and emptied them.
Then he held out his chopsticks and began to eat the grilled beef ribs.
At that moment, Eugene appeared.
tongs in the left hand.
In his right hand, he holds the national soju real dew.
Oh! He is our manager's brother. My manager oppa should also get me a drink.”
You were a very part-timer.
He shouldn't drink alcohol in the future.
Eugene put tongs and a bottle of soju and cling to me.
Writer Ji-yeon Lee and writer Sol-ip Kim, who put down their glasses of wine, all threw one word at a time.
Eugene. Good work. Thanks to you, I survived the second half.”
Hehe. thank you.
”Mr. Eugene. Please do just as much as this time in your next project.”
Yes. My sister only believes in me! I risk my life and carry the ratings!”
”Ho ho ho. sister? nice to hear that
yo. This?
Eugene! Why am I a writer and my sister?”
then. Is this writer the eldest sister?”
Writer Lee Ji-yeon melted away in Eugene's aegyo.
”Fop. Where is the eldest sister?”
Contrary to sharp words, writer Lee Ji-yeon's face was full of laughter.
* * *
As soon as I got home after dinner yesterday, I fell asleep.
But when I woke up, it was early evening.
”I have to go to work Oh right. I paid for the car today.”
Then I was relieved, and I turned on the TV while lying in bed.
At the same time, on an entertainment TV channel, there was a scene where Jun-woo Choi, who was caught as a current criminal, wearing a jumper and coming out of the police station.
was coming out
- What were you thinking?
-Mr. Choi Jun-woo! You have to say something to the victims!
-Are you human? You trash child!
-die! this guy
Choi Jun-woo was screaming as he was beaten by the crowd and ripped off his hair.
Even though my clothes are torn
Char is only pretending to dry.
It came out looking like it was hit with an egg and covered in flour, but when I think of the victims, I thought that tidying up was nothing.
Thanks to this, the portal real sword filled the top 10 with various search terms such as Choi Jun-woo water pong and Choi Jun-woo human horse.
bye. Choi Jun-woo.”
I started the diary app as I watched Choi Jun-woo, who had become tattered, tied to a rope and got into the convoy.
Because writer Lee Ji-yeon returned the composition