1st year Max Level Manager

1st Year Max Level Manager chapter 117
- Volume 5 Episode 17

117. Winter after spring? 6

composite photo.

Three years later, a 35-year-old A-class actor named Yang Myeong-seok was fearlessly caught in a hostile relationship with actress Lee Eun-jin, the lover of more than a thousand directors.

Director Cheon Lee boldly pretended to forgive him, but a month later.

A composite photo of Yang Myeong-seok lying nude with another woman was released.

In a sense, it's a far more dangerous tactic than ever before.

For the public who believes more in what they see, photos are more than just a recording file.

If a few yellow media outlets start distributing fake photos, the situation could become incomparably worse than it is today.

had to take time.

It would take at least two days to launch a counter-attack.

I pretended not to win and let out a weak voice.

"How can I stop here?"

Director over thousand responded as if he had been waiting.

- I told you. come to me Then stop here.

There was a moment of silence.

If you answer straight away, you are a human being who will start with doubts.

Swallowing dry saliva, I counted the heat inside and answered.

"Will you give me time to think?"

- Good idea. I am a prudent person

I like it. Okay, how much can I give you?

More than a thousand directors began to relax.

All the media were putting up Eugene's dating rumors as their headlines, so it seemed like they thought I had raised my hands.

-3 days only.

"Long."

I thought so.

- Then give me two days. I have some things to sort out too!

Thousands of laughter erupted from the director.

- Do you have something to cover? Have you eaten anything in the past?

What do you see in your eyes

But thanks to that, I was able to give a good excuse.

"You judge for yourself."

-Hahaha. great. If so, give me two days. In two days, clear up your mind, clean up your surroundings, and call me. Then I will cover all of this.

All right.

- Oh, and bring Jung Yu-jin too. I will take responsibility and restore the image to its original state. uhhhh

click.

The phone hung up with laughter.

For a moment, Jeong Sang-bong, who was beside him, asked with a worried expression.

"Master Jung. Ho, are you really not going to TK?"

"Where am I going to leave my house? I just ran out of time. now. Come on! today

It will be really busy."

Yes. Mr. Jung."

It was then that Jeong Sang-bong's face brightened again.

There was a slight delay in the phone call with Cheon Sang.

But thanks to that, we were able to buy time to detonate the 'bomb'.

* * *

When I rang the doorbell, artist Sol-ip Kim opened the door and came out.

Seeing that his frizzy hair was roughly tied with a rubber band, he seemed worried when he saw the article.

"I just got a call from the station. By the way, is the recording file tampered with?"

Yes. I was there both when filming the kiss scene and at the scene where the recording file was recorded. Eugene never kissed or said that he likes Choi Jong-hyuk."

Writer Sol-ip Kim breathed a sigh of relief.

"Hey, there's no way Eugene likes Jonghyuk. I heard something too."

Yes? What do you mean... "

What did you hear from Eugene?

However, I could not continue to think about the question of writer Sol-ip Kim.

"Oh, no. Anyway, what are you going to do now?"

"Oh, you should hear it before that.

There is.

I played the files recorded during the last meeting with Director Chun Sang and the files that were automatically recorded during the phone call a little while ago.

The expression of writer Sol-ip Kim, who had been quietly listening, changed every moment.

"Hey, this Sounds like a threat? Aren't you supposed to sue?

I turned off the audio file playback and shook my head.

"There is no direct mention, so it will be difficult legally. Also, he's a human being who can't even snort to the extent of being sued.

I am a lawyer."

And I bluntly laid out the operation I am currently carrying out.

Writer Sol-ip Kim's face hardened upon hearing the plan.

"If that happens, Choi Jong-hyuk will fall out of my work , or are you planning to retire at all?"

"There is no other way. Otherwise, there is no way to protect Eugene."

Writer Sol-ip Kim, who was listening to the story, frowned and began to tap the keyboard of the laptop.

Tock tock.

Since I had tapped the keyboard without looking at the screen, consonants and vowels were written separately in the empty file.

In the midst of such a busy schedule, the author came to see me after this situation was over.

When Choi Jong-hyuk flies, not only the script has to be revised, but also the amount of filming has to be blown away.

"Writer?

Oh. Yes. Yes.

Writer Sol-ip Kim, who has come to his senses,

Hey, I stopped typing.

"Whew. If that happens, I'll have to cut half of the script I've been working hard on, right?

Writer Sol-ip Kim spit out a blunt tone and looked down at me.

sorry. Writer."

"No, what is this, Deputy Jeong's fault? Don't worry about it, I was just arguing for nothing.

It was then.

Tidy Dick!

The door lock opened, and writer Lee Ji-yeon

has appeared

Writer Lee Ji-yeon, dressed in a gray two-piece suit, took off her high heels and strode inside.

Writer Lee Ji-yeon, who was sitting in front of the table, looked at me and asked.

"Yuno. How is it going now?"

I promised to see the writer Lee Ji-yeon to find out why the role of a shaman was newly added to In the Name of God.

But things got ridiculous.

Explain the current situation of Yoo-jeong.

Then, the impression of writer Lee Ji-yeon was distorted.

"A thousand or more? Is that weasel man touching my cubs?"

my baby?

Oh, you're talking about Eugene and Kim Sol-ipip.

To the extent that the term Lee Ji-yeon is often used, writer Lee Ji-yeon creates works centered on actors she has met once.

Unbeknownst to me, it seems that Eugene also entered the inside of Lee Ji-yeon.

Writer Lee Ji-yeon was courageous and took out her phone to call TK Entertainment.

"Writer. Please be patient."

pine needles! are you patient? If it stays like this, it's not that our pine needles and Eugene will become funny in many ways because of that human being for a thousand or more! My face is turning to shit."

"Dr. Jung has a plan. But if you call TK Enter now, the writer is ruining everything!"

"What am I spoiling?"

"Anyway! Have a cup of coffee and relax!"

Writer Kim Sol-ipb offered the coffee I had brewed to Writer Lee Ji-yeon.

Writer Lee Ji-yeon pauses.

"But is this coffee really coffee?"

Yes.

great. Once you hear it, you know if you don't like it, right?

Writer Lee Ji-yeon was sipping the coffee I brought and heard the plan.

"Are you strong?"

Yes. So please keep it secret

I will."

OK. And if you need my help, feel free to contact me."

When the situation calmed down, writer Sol-ip Kim tilted her head as she looked at Jeong Sang-bong next to me.

"By the way, I think I've seen this person a lot somewhere

"Taekwondo gold medalist Sangbong Sang."

Oh right! Pot Craftsman! Oh, I'm sorry. I am a real fan!"

"Hmmmm. thank you.

Pottery craftsman.

It was the nickname of Jeong Sang-bong, who made K0 by taking off the opponent's headgear with a kick back.

Every time the national anthem is played after the regular broadcast, there is a scene where Jeong Sang-bong wins a hot KOI with a kick, so it is impossible for a Korean citizen to know.

Writer Lee Ji-yeon also intervened in the conversation, probably out of curiosity.

"But how did the medalist do all the managerial jobs? Is this a drama material?"

"That's it, so "

Writer Lee Ji-yeon fell in love with the conversation with Jeong Sang-bong, and writer Kim Sol-ipb once again drank the coffee on the table and refreshed his taste buds.

"Ah, coffee is a bit bitter today."

A bitterness is seen on the face of artist Sol-ip Kim, who licks his lips.

"I wanted to get used to the entertainment industry by following our writer, but I guess I still have a long way to go."

Writer Lee Ji-yeon laughs.

"Is he already trying to match me?

To do that, take five 30% and come!"

However, even the bruised writer Lee Ji-yeon could not hide her proud feelings.

It was because his student was aiming for 20% of the work he had paid for.

"Anyway, do what you want, sir. There is no solution other than that."

All right. Then I'll just go."

I took the summit peak and stood up from my seat.

As I was about to leave the front door, writer Lee Ji-yeon grabbed me.

Oh. Dae-Ri Jeong. This time, while editing the script, I added one more shaman role. I put it in for Eugene, so tell me not to be surprised when I read the script."

Another shaman that PD Kim Seong-woon talked about, 'Manshin Wol-ah', was made for Eugene.

What is this sound?

If there are two shamans instead of one, of course, doesn't the weight drop?

But we didn't have time to talk any more.

Tonight will be a long, long day

are you

Yes. Okay. I will check the script and see you as soon as this situation is over."

Yes. This is a priority, so work hard."

* * *

profit.

I stopped the car in front of the HS villa in Cheongdam-dong.

I took the present I had prepared and headed to the 4th floor of the shabby villa without an elevator.

Jeong Sang-bong, who was following him, made a puzzled expression.

"Master Jung. Why are you here?"

"You know Choi Ji-young, right? He was quite a flying star three years ago."

"You know, the sound of the wind heroine."

"He lives here."

Yes? A top star like that lives in such a shabby building?"

Choi Ji-young divorced her husband, actress Jang Ji-cheol, and is now in a state of poverty.

As a heavenly entertainer, I did not know how to manage money and only acted, so I threw away all the money I had saved as alimony.

Stars, whose managers have taken care of everything since they were young, cannot even make simple contracts.

It's hard to even use the banking app, or to the point where it's hard to get on public transportation.

Choi Ji-young was also such a star.

Because of that, I lost everything now, and I was living in a townhouse villa like this, and I was running the job that came in from the cable occasionally.

"Originally, celebrities have no bottom when they fail. You will be surprised to learn how many obsolete actors live in Gosiwon."

While we were talking, we arrived at Choi Ji-young's house.

I rang the doorbell of 402 Villa.

ding dong.

After a moment of silence, a voice was heard.

-Is it because the monthly rent is collected and paid off at one time in the next month? This is Choi Ji-young. Don't you know?

Her clear voice trembled softly.

Good to see you.

I spoke through the intercom.

Hello? Found it from Hoops Ent. Actress Choi Ji-young."

- Hoopshoe Enter?

,,Yes.,,

- Come on, wait a minute!

Suddenly, the intercom went down.

And there was no response until a minute passed.

Jeong Sang-bong tilted his head.

"Shall we ring the bell again?"

"Wait calmly. I'll come with makeup on.

It was exactly 10 minutes later.

click.

When the door opens, the girl with makeup

Woo Choi Ji-young greeted us in a gorgeous evening dress.

"Ho ho ho. welcome. I haven't been able to come home for a while because I'm busy, so it's a bit cluttered.

Yes. actor. I understand.

I calmly responded to her words and headed into the house.

The table was clean, but the door was closed.

It seems that all the junk has been removed into that room.

Choi Ji-young smiled awkwardly as she fanned her hands.

Beads of sweat were forming on his forehead, but he pretended not to know and sat down in the living room.

"I should bring a drink, but as I said, I'm away from home."

How can I say that I can't drink because I don't have money because of my pride as an actor?

I also matched her rhythm appropriately.

Fine. We brought a present, so you can eat it."

As I sat down, I handed out the present I had prepared.

Oh? you're half dry How did you know I like this?"

Half dried red shii.

It was in the morning show before her return that she revealed what she loved so much.

filth filth.

Choi Ji-young's face shines brightly after taking a bite of half-dry poetry.

"I'm glad you got it right in your mouth. Sang-bong. And you should get some coffee."

Oh. Yes.

This time, not coffee, but Dolce Latte, which I bought from a nearby Starbucks, served in a tumbler.

Choi Ji-young made a shocked expression.

Wow. Dolce Latte. It's been going well these days. right?"

"Actually, I couldn't eat it because it was expensive. Hahaha.

Choi Ji-young hides her mouth and smiles.

I think he was trying to hide what he almost said he couldn't even drink.

"Then why did you come to see me?"

Choi Ji-young asks with a slightly anticipatory expression.

But the moment I brought up the story, Choi Ji-young's voice became harsh.
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