Possessed 10 Million Actors-Chapter 41

What do you mean, “Would you like to join our company?”

“Be my colleague!” from some pirate cartoon It was the same thing.

It wasn’t as impressive or touching as in the cartoons.

“Your company?”

[Yes. Actually, the manager called me because of the video you sent me earlier. They asked me if I was close to you, so I said I would check in with you from time to time. [He asked me to tell him.]

“It’s MAJOR 77.”

It’s not a bad company.

No, it’s a good company, to be honest. So much so that anyone who dreams of becoming an actor would be tempted.

But as a new actor, I didn’t think it would help me in my future career.

“Sorry. I don’t have much intention of joining the agency yet. And…”

He blurted out the background and thought about how to say it for a while before continuing.

“A company with too many actors in it is like that. Your company isn’t bad, but I don’t want to be the center of attention.”

Seo Inhyuk, who had been listening to me for a long time, said.

[Yes. If that’s how you feel, there’s nothing we can do about it.

[It’s not a big deal!] Let me know if you change your mind later. I’ll let you know.”]

“Okay. Thank you.”

[What do you mean, thank you?] I hang up]

The phone call with Seo Inhyuk, which was not short, ended.

***

A room with a somewhat solemn atmosphere, bright but not fancy.

There was a woman, Lee Minyoung, staring over the glass.

She had a short bob with piercing eyes. Her tight lips showed her serious personality.

Next to Lee Minyoung, a man leaned against the glass. He looked at Lee Minyoung with a sad look as if he was looking at an untouchable treasure.

The thin glass does not seem unreasonable even though the man is leaning against it.

As if a man has no weight.

The woman, looking blankly into the glass, spoke to the glass.

“I got an award today. I caught a lot of gangsters. Thanks to that, I’ll be promoted next month. There are a few above me now.”

Lee Minyoung continued.

“The president asked me at the award ceremony. Why is this prosecutor working so hard?

“—.”

“Do you know what I answered?”

Of course, Lee Manseok knew what Lee Minyoung replied to the president.

Because I was there.

However, Lee Manseok waited for Lee Minyoung to speak without saying anything.

I wanted to ask, “Why did you become a gangster when you caught a gangster?” My brother was a gangster. In the end, he died in a gang.

“—.”

“So I wanted to catch the gangsters and ask them. Why did you become a gangster? I answered.”

Lee Minyoung continued shaking her head.

“But actually…” I’ve known for a long time. Why did my brother become a gangster?”

“—.”

“The reason why you had to become a gangster, no, no.”

Lee Manseok spoke with an urgent voice at Lee Minyoung’s words.

“That’s not the reason you think. It’s just that I’m not good enough. . . .”

However, Lee Minyoung did not hear Lee Manseok’s words and continued to say what he had to say.

“Do you remember? When I was in middle school, my brother came to pick me up and ignored me?”

There was no way I couldn’t remember.

Lee Minyoung’s expression broke her heart that day.

“And… My brother gave me a gift the day before the college entrance exam. “I don’t want to use it. Remember how you threw it away complaining?”

There was no way that I didn’t remember that as well. That was the last time I saw her before we broke up.

“If I had known it would be your last performance, I wouldn’t have done that.”

I’ve heard these words countless times over the past ten years, but every time I hear them, Lee Manseok’s heart breaks.

Lee Minyoung, who had been wiping away tears for a while, struggled to speak again.

“It is time to go. I’ll ask you one more question.”

“—.”

“I, who was a fool who knew nothing…” Can you forgive me?”

When Lee Minyoung asked hesitantly, Lee Manseok said frustratedly, as if wondering why he was asking for such a natural thing.

“What about forgiveness?” You have always been my greatest pride. It was the reason I lived.

Lee Manseok spoke vehemently, but Lee Minyoung still did not respond much.

She smiled bitterly and muttered to herself.

“What do you have in mind all the time? You’re all old, right?”

Lee Minyoung sighed deeply and bit her lips slightly. Then she left the room as if it was difficult to be there.

Thud!

The door closes.

Lee Manseok stared at where Lee Minyoung was.

“Laughing out loud.”

Lee Manseok shed tears that covered his face.

Then he looked into the glass that Lee Minyoung had seen for a long time.

[Live 1967…]

[Graduation (卒) 2003—]

The late Lee Manseok

There was an urn with his bone powder and a picture taken with Lee Minyoung.

Even after his death, Lee Manseok continued to wait for Lee Minyoung in this small room.

“I don’t hate you,” he said to his self-inflicted. You were always a proud person.

to convey the words.

However, Lee Minyoung could not hear Lee Manseok even though he was right next to her.

Lee Manseok was a ghost and Lee Minyoung was a person.

Lee Manseok, who had been sad for a long time, remembered the most famous ghost actor these days.

It might be possible with him. No, it should be possible.

Lee Manseok left the charnel house for the first time in decades.

To enter Jinseok’s dream and make his wish come true.

***

Several men were scuffling at the entrance to the BDD station.

“Oh, really! Please call producer Na Jinho!” “I wrote a great work, really!”

“What a strange young man. I can’t do it! Do you think anyone can enter the station?! Make a formal appointment…–”

“What do you mean, a strange young man? I’m a writer! And anyone! You talk too much!

The man who wants to call out producer Na Jinho and the guards who want to throw him out.

“What? What’s going on?”

“I don’t know. “I heard that he wanted to see producer Na Jinho.

“I’ve seen someone ask to meet a celebrity, but I’ve never seen someone ask to meet a producer. He’s a new guy.

The employees of the station each said a word while looking at the man who was struggling.

That was it.

“What’s wrong with you?”

Writer Jo Seokwon, who came to the station to meet Na Jinho for a meeting in Spring Without Flowers, asked the security guard.

He had a subtle smile on his face as if he was enjoying a skit-like scene he had not seen in a long time.

One of the guards recognized him and said, scratching his head.

“Oh, writer. It’s no big deal. What a crazy…”

“What do you mean, crazy? “How can you say such harsh words to an aspiring writer who has brought great work?”

“Oh, my God. Hey! Get him out!”

“No, I can’t go! I’m not going! Please call producer Na Jinho! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. I’m going to hit people here! I’m going to die!”

Writer Jo Seokwon was still watching.

Trying to make his work known somehow, he held on with his whole body while several guards tried to pull him out.

Although he was stubborn and uncouth, he was affectionate as a “writer.

I feel like I’m looking at what I used to be.

When no one recognized his work, Jo Seokwon sold it himself like this man.

In my time, the guards really beat me and threw me out.

Jo Seokwon, remembering the past for a while, smiled and said.

“Can I have a look?”

The guards paused as the man spoke. Not missing this opportunity, the man approached Jo Seokwon and asked.

“Who are you? Are you a producer? I’m not the one who shows my baby to anyone.”

Jo Seokwon smiled as if he was enjoying the man’s bold words.

“Nice to meet you. My name is Jo Seokwon.”

“Jo seokwon? You have the same name as the writer I respect the most. It’s not a common name.

In response to the man’s unexpected compliment, Jo Seokwon said with a shameless face.

“If you’re talking about the writer who wrote ‘In Spring Without Flowers,’ which Jo Seokwon is currently broadcasting.”

“—?”

“That’s me.”

“What?”

“I’m very happy that such a passionate newcomer says that about me.”

***

“Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.”

The cafe at the BDD station. Jo Seokwon was reading a man’s work.

In front of him, the man moved back and forth between heaven and hell at the sound of Jo Seokwon’s small breath, like a student being graded.

Please.. . .You think it’s funny.

When he brought the work he had been preparing for two years to the station, the man was determined.

This is the last challenge, and if I fail, I won’t write again.

Let’s do it!

Jo Seokwon tapped his finger on the script. When I saw it, I thought of 50,000 things in my head.

“What? Is my handwriting light enough to bounce with my fingers? Or are you going to hit me like that?

A second seemed to pass as slowly as a year in front of Jo Seokwon.

Jo Seokwon asked, carefully placing the script on the table.

“What’s your name?”

“What?”

“What’s your name?”

“A, it’s Kang Hyunjin. But why is that?”

“I heard that you wanted to meet producer Na Jinho.”

“—.”

“You have to know your name if you want to introduce yourself.

Kang Hyunjin asked with a trembling voice.

“Well then…”

“The script is really funny. By the way, why do you want to meet producer Na Jinho? There are many other drama producers as well.”

Kang Hyunjin said in a crawling voice while scratching his ball.

“I am a big fan of <Spring Without Flowers>. So I really want to leave my work to the director like this…”

“Ha ha! You’re such a brave guy. Okay. I don’t know what the producer will say, but I will introduce you first. I wouldn’t be ashamed of this kind of work.”

“Go, thank you. Thank you very much!”

“That’s enough for now. I had something to do with the producer. “Can I come with you?”

“Yes, yes! It’s totally okay! Let’s go!”

Kang Hyunjin said, bending his back all the time.

Jo Seokwon went to the conference room where he was supposed to meet Na Jinho.

Soon after, Na Jinho entered the conference room.

“Sorry, I’m late. Huh? Writer Jo, who is this?”

Na Jinho found Kang Hyunjin and asked Jo Seokwon.

“Oh, I met him outside and he said he wanted to meet the producer. His name is Kang Hyunjin.”

“Me? Why?”

“Producer Na Jinho I want my work to be made by you.”

Na Jinho looked embarrassed at Jo Seokwon’s.

I’ve never seen him before. “But I can’t ignore it because writer Jo brought him here.”

Na Jinho asked Jo Seokwon with a skeptical look.

“How much did you work to get him to come here?”

“I think you’d better see for yourself.”

Jo Seokwon said and put his hand on Kang Hyunjin’s shoulder.

“Well, writer Kang Hyunjin. I’m producer Na Jinho who really wanted to meet.”

“Oh, hello! Producer Na Jinho! I’m a huge fan!”

“Oh, yes. Thank you very much. You wrote a piece of art?”

“Yes, this is it! Please take care of my baby!”

With a deep bow, Kang Hyunjin handed over the script he had written.

This was the first time for Na Jinho, who has been a producer for a long time.

“Huh. . . by the way. Well, I see.”

However, I couldn’t ignore the work of the person Jo Seokwon himself, so I decided to read the script first.

***

“Wow, wow, wow

Moments later, Na Jinho gave the script back to Kang Hyunjin with an unknown sigh. The sound of Kang Hyunjin swallowing dry saliva filled the quiet conference room.

“This is…”

A tense moment.

Kang Hyunjin hoped that a positive word would come out of Na Jinho’s mouth.

But.

“I can’t.”

“—.”

“Oh, I’m not saying I can’t because I’m busy. I just can’t.”

Kang Hyunjin woke up from his disappointing words.

“Why, why! What’s the problem? “Jo Seokwon said it would be fun!”

Na Jinho crossed his arms and spoke in a calm voice to Kang Hyunjin who shouted in a raised voice.

“It’s fun. The work is solid and the characters are alive. The story is good too.

“But why…”

“Well, well.”

Na Jinho, who thought for a while, explained the reason.

“It’s a gangster drama. How can you do that on terrestrial? “These days, terrestrial networks are going crazy making things like this.”

Kang Hyunjin shouted while spitting at PD Na Jinho’s words.

“This is not an obvious gangster drama!”

“—.”

“Even if my fathers had nothing for their families when they were young! Even if you’re bluffing! I sacrificed for my family by giving everything I could!”

As Kang Hyunjin spoke with an excited voice, Jo Seokwon patted Kang Hyunjin on the back and said.

“Let’s go. Writer Kang. Listen carefully. What did the producer say?

“He said you couldn’t make it because it’s a gangster drama! It’s not that kind of drama!”

“No, it’s a gangster drama, so I said I can’t do it on ‘Terrestrial’. On terrestrial broadcasts.”

“What?”

Kang Hyunjin put a question mark on his face as if he still did not understand what he meant.

“What do you mean?”

“I have a friend who can do this much better than I can. Really well.”

Na Jinho said while looking at his cell phone number.

“Netflix. It’s okay, right?

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