Wang's Korean entertainment

Chapter 1340 Mother and Son
In 1993, as a private TV station, MBC finally completed the transition from the color TV era to the multimedia era.

The TV station internally said that the subsidiary company will be established within this year, and some personnel will be able to be dispatched from the crowded company headquarters building at that time.

Many people are looking forward to it, and many people are dismissive.

This year's presidential change, in some people's eyes, keeping the current job is the most important thing.

As a result, some people want to work hard, while others want to hold their positions.

In the 90s, the slightly cramped headquarters building of MBC TV station was crowded with busy people every day.

Serious employees are afraid of not being able to find a place to do things. For those non-staff personnel, the remaining space is naturally getting smaller and smaller.

At this time, in a small conference room on the first floor of the MBC TV station building, a middle-aged man was having a fit of rage.

"Ah! Are you all filled with shit?! This, this, what is this!"

The middle-aged man frothed and shook the thick stack of scripts in his hand, and scanned the group of TV screenwriters present with annoyed eyes.

Everyone felt his gaze, no matter if they were men or women, they all lowered their heads restrainedly.

In the 90s, the audience of Korean TV dramas would only focus on the screen and never pay attention to the people behind the scenes. Of course, there were no so-called famous screenwriters and famous writers.

In this building, everyone is a migrant worker, at most you are a little famous, and you can be regarded as a migrant worker with a higher salary.

What's more, none of the people sitting in this conference room have written any really outstanding works... No, there seems to be one.

After getting angry, the middle-aged man suddenly noticed Youdao in the corner who was still writing with a pencil with his head down.

He squinted his eyes and stared at the other party's face that was a bit too beautiful compared to the screenwriter's profession. After thinking about it, he cleared his throat, turned his head and said to the others: "Get out... all get out. I told You guys, this is the last chance, if you can't come up with something decent, you all get out of here!"

A group of people looked at each other in blank dismay, and finally stood up one by one, and walked out of the conference room.

When it was the turn of the figure in the corner to stand up, the middle-aged man quickly stopped her: "Hey, Teacher Han, you stay here for a while."

The other party paused and turned to look at him.

"Yes, it's you, Teacher Han. I still have something to tell you." The middle-aged man waved at her.

Several female screenwriters who appeared to be colleagues shook her hand and gave her a secret wink. She smiled slightly, nodded to her companions, and then turned around holding her notes without sitting down. , asked directly: "Master, what's the matter?"

"Mr. Han, I know that you are different from others. Although you are not an official member of our station, I also know the news behind your back."

The middle-aged man took out a pack of crumpled cigarettes from his pocket, put it in his mouth and lit it.

After smelling the smell of smoke floating in the air, the woman frowned imperceptibly, followed her to look at the middle-aged man who sat down on the seat again, and asked, "Director, what do you want?" Just say it."

"Don't worry... Come on, you sit, you sit, you sit first."

Seeing the middle-aged man smiling and waving at her, the woman fell silent for a moment, then pulled away a nearby chair and sat down.

"Don't sit so far away, come on, sit closer."

This time, the woman finally became impatient.

She frowned, and asked the middle-aged man in a bad tone: "Director! If you have anything to say, please speak quickly."

After being rejected by the woman face to face, the middle-aged man seemed to be a little uneasy. He coughed with an uneasy face, then frowned and looked at the woman and said, "Mr. Han! I know that many people in our station respect you very much." Yes, this is the treatment that talented people should receive, and I have nothing to say. However, I think you should respect others while others give respect? I heard people say yesterday that you take your children Have you come to Taili?"

As he spoke, the middle-aged man poked the table heavily with his finger, making a "boom, boom" sound.

"This is a workplace, not a place for you to bring your children! Since you come to work in our station, can you abide by the order in public places?"

When she heard that the other party wanted to talk about this matter, the woman seemed to lose her confidence all of a sudden.

She pursed her lips, stood up and bowed to the middle-aged man and said, "Yes, I did something wrong. I will pay attention to it in the future. It's just...it's just that my son hasn't gone to school yet, and I've been I don't feel at ease leaving him at home, so..."

"You have difficulties, do other people's families have nothing to do?"

The middle-aged man patted the table angrily, "That's how everyone came here! Just work hard at work, why should you be the only one doing something special?"

The woman knew she was in the wrong, so she pursed her lips and lowered her head even more.

The middle-aged man took two puffs of his cigarette, squinted his eyes at her, and suddenly said, "However, if I remember correctly, your son is five or six years old this year, right? Why hasn't he gone to school at this age...ah , the account has not been completed yet?"

After hearing the meaningful tone of the other party, the woman clasped her hands silently, and soon she raised her head and said solemnly to the middle-aged man: "Don't worry, similar situations will not happen again in the future."

After saying this, she ignored the middle-aged man, turned around, opened the door of the conference room, and walked out.

"Ah! Oh, it's really..."

There was a faint sound of shouting and cursing that was not unexpected behind her. She paused, took a deep breath, and continued to walk outside.

After bypassing the lively work area, she immediately saw the short figure sitting on the bench shaking his calf in the guest waiting area.

All of a sudden, a beautiful smile bloomed on the indifferent face.

"Son~ Mommy is off work~ shall we go home?"

She opened her hands while smiling, and greeted the little boy sitting on the bench.

What made the passers-by next to me a little funny was that the little boy sitting on the chair looked at her smiling face, curled his mouth in disgust, and turned his face away.

"Yeah, can't you see my even mother?"

She wrinkled her nose in dissatisfaction, sat beside her son, picked him up, put him in her arms, and kept rubbing his nose against his little face.

It wasn't until the little boy's stern face couldn't be stretched by the sight of others, that he looked back at the smiling woman helplessly, and sighed like a grown-up.

(End of this chapter)