From A Producer To A Global Superstar-Chapter 241: You have a what?....

Park just dropped his daughter at school and was heading back everything felt so cool and calm in along while.

The reason was pretty simple he had gotten a role to play after more than nine months of struggling to get any role now he could finally do whay he loves.

While his mind was going through different version of happiness.

His phone buzzed.

Once.

Twice.

Then again.

Park frowned and picked it up.

A message notification—from an old forum he barely checked anymore.

Korean Actors Network.

He hesitated before opening it.

Then his eyes moved.

And didn’t stop.

This whole mess started because of that Park guy.

If Dayo had picked Tae-Oh, none of this would’ve happened.

Now the Big Five have blacklisted him.

Who does Park think he is?

I mean i feel bad about thjs whole thing we were already getting ready to go through and we had to cancle it i cried when i heard the reseaon was because of Park Hyun-Seo.

Park’s chest tightened.

He scrolled.

More messages.

More threads.

All Big Five agencies have pulled their actors.

No one wants to anger VIREX.

If the Big Five won’t work with you, you’re done.

Like imagine not having a good actor how would your movie look like ?

I just feel.bad for Dayo man

His fingers trembled slightly.

Another post caught his eye.

Funny how Park sued VIREX, won, and now this happens.

They’re using Dayo as collateral.

Park lowered himself onto the bed slowly.

So that was it.

This wasn’t just industry gossip.

This was real.

He read everything.

About actors withdrawing.

About agencies issuing silent bans.

About how the movie had lost nearly its entire cast.

And every road led back to him.

"If he hadn’t been picked..."

"If Dayo had chosen Tae-Oh..."

"If Park wasn’t involved..."

Park closed his eyes.

He remembered the audition room.

Dayo leaning forward.

That look of interest.

The arrival of the letter "You have been accepted."

At the time, it had felt like salvation.

Now it felt like a curse.

"I didn’t ask for this," Park muttered.

But that didn’t change the outcome.

Dayo had been kind.

Fair.

Professional.

And now the industry was punishing him for it.

Park scrolled again.

Some messages were angry.

Some mocking.

Some almost sympathetic.

It’s too much. Over one actor?

Still... the Big Five aren’t people you fight.

Park dropped the phone onto the bed.

His chest hurt.

He wasn’t afraid for himself.

He’d survived worse.

Blacklist. Lawsuits. Isolation.

He knew how to endure.

But Dayo?

Dayo had stepped into this because of him.

Because he saw value where others didn’t.

Because he refused to bow.

And now the cost was becoming visible.

Park sat there for a long time.

Then he stood up.

"I can’t stay here," he said quietly.

He grabbed his jacket.

And drove to the studio location.

The studio was quieter than expected.

Not empty—but subdued.

People moved with purpose, yet there was tension in the air, like everyone was waiting for something to break.

Park approached the reception desk.

The assistant looked up, surprised.

"Yes?"

"I’m looking for Dayo," Park said. "I’m part of the cast."

The assistant blinked.

"The cast?"

Park nodded calmly.

The assistant hesitated. "Do you have an appointment?"

"No," Park replied honestly. "But he’ll know me."

The assistant studied him for a second.

News traveled fast.

She had heard the rumors.

About actors pulling out.

About agencies stepping away.

She nodded slowly. "Please wait."

She disappeared behind the door.

Minutes passed.

Park stood still, hands clasped in front of him.

The door opened again.

"Send him in."

Park stepped forward.

Dayo looked up when the door opened.

His eyes widened—just slightly.

"...Park?"

Park bowed instinctively. "Director."

Dayo stood up immediately. "Hey. Come in."

Park straightened. "You... know me?"

Dayo smiled faintly. "Of course I do I interviewed you haha."

Park smiled.

He gestured to the chair. "Sit."

Park sat.

Silence filled the room for a brief moment.

Then Park spoke.

"I’m sorry," he said quietly.

Dayo tilted his head. "For what?"

"I heard what’s happening," Park continued. "The bans. The actors withdrawing. The agencies..."

He clenched his fists. "It’s because of me."

Dayo leaned back slowly.

"No," he said calmly. "It isn’t."

Park looked up sharply. "But if you hadn’t picked me—"

"If I hadn’t picked you," Dayo interrupted, "they would’ve found another reason."

Park froze.

"This isn’t about you," Dayo continued evenly. "You’re just the excuse."

Park swallowed.

"I don’t want to cost you anything," he said. "If stepping down helps—"

Dayo shook his head immediately.

"No."

He stood up and walked closer.

"Park, listen to me," Dayo said. "You didn’t create this problem. You exposed it."

Park looked confused.

"They’ve been waiting for an opening," Dayo continued. "Someone who wouldn’t bow. Someone they could pressure."

He paused.

"And they underestimated me."

Park hesitated. "You’re... not angry?"

"Why would I be?" Dayo replied. "You acted your heart out. You earned that role."

He smiled faintly. "Honestly, your performance was surreal."

Park’s eyes burned.

"Thank you," he said hoarsely.

Dayo studied him for a moment.

Then—

"Are you still signed with any agency?"

Park blinked. "No."

Dayo nodded. "Good."

Park frowned. "Why?"

"Because I want you," Dayo said simply.

"For the movie?"

"For more than that."

Park stiffened. "I don’t understand."

"I run an agency," Dayo said. "Quietly."

Park stared at him.

"You... have an agency?"

"Yes."

Park’s heart pounded.

"I see potential in you," Dayo continued. "Not just for this role. For the long run." 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺

He met Park’s eyes directly.

"Sign with me."

The room went silent.

Park’s mind reeled.

An agency?

After everything?

After being rejected, blacklisted, discarded?

"You’re serious?" Park asked.

Dayo nodded. "Completely."

"But... the Big Five—"

"Let them try," Dayo replied calmly.

Park felt something unfamiliar rise in his chest.

Hope.

"I..." He took a deep breath. "I don’t want to bring you trouble."

Dayo smiled—slow, confident.

"Trouble was already coming," he said. "I just decided to stop dodging it."

Park lowered his head slightly.

"...Thank you."

Dayo extended his hand.

"Welcome aboard."

Park took it.

And for the first time in a long while—

He felt like the ground beneath his feet was solid again.