I Only Play Villains

The Suspicious Professor (1)

Even though it was caught having a production investment meeting with another place, he is calm.

It means that I was determined to that extent from the beginning.

Yang Joon-gyu realized that nothing would work if he threatened further.

“How much will you give me?”

“You know what to do, manager.”

I put emphasis on the title of manager on purpose.

“Are you upset? upset?”

“I don’t think it was me who was upset, it was the manager. Ah, soon the director will be angry too.”

“men and horses. How can you be like this? 1.8 billion is not a small amount of money, so I have to think about how to persuade writer Kim Sang-hee with that money.”

“I know that writer Kim Sang-hee is not a person who can be persuaded, the director knows, and the director… I don’t know. You are a nobleman who has long since given up on practical work.”

Yang Joon-gyu changed his tone to a slightly milder tone and calmed him down.

“It’s not like filming a Rocco. It’s a historical drama, a historical drama. A historical drama that eats up a lot of money, but starts with a lot of penalties for not putting in a single PPL properly.”

“It’s a fusion historical drama. If you say it’s just a historical drama, you’ll be misunderstood as a traditional historical drama.”

“Whether it’s fusion or trendy, at most 20 episodes? You know that in historical dramas, even viewers are slow to stick together, so you have to drag it on for a long time to make money.”

“The combination of Kim Sang-hee and Jung Seo-hoon is different. From the beginning, the younger generation will stick to it. I bet you.”

“Considering that, we’ll give you 1.8 billion. This is no small money. If a historical drama production team from another broadcasting station finds out about it, stand up. If we do that much, we will be able to create a masterpiece.”

“Ah, then tell me to work hard. Is there Kim Sang-hee, Jeong Seo-hoon, or Jang Seung-won? Well, if everyone makes it with money, why are there producers, writers, and actors?”

“young. I’m trying not to say a word.”

Perhaps because he was thirsty, Yang Jun-gyu gulped down his beer.

“I don’t know your heart either.”

“I know.”

“It’s not like the director doesn’t know your heart either.”

“I don’t know.”

“Seungwon. The Budget Bureau said it never exceeded 1.8 billion won per episode. Maybe it’s good.”

“I don’t think they would have said that. What else is there?”

“…”

“Oh, just let it go all at once. Don’t unravel it tantalizingly one by one. It’s like packing a gift, shouldn’t the diagnosis of the disease be solved at once so that the patient can also prepare his or her mind?”

“What is the mental preparation? Don’t think about it, please.”

Bounce again.

“I want to increase it to 30 episodes.”

“crazy. I absolutely can’t procrastinate in terms of writer Kim Sang-hee’s style. He is a person who is not naturally suited for that.”

“…”

“And those who want to cut it to 1.8 billion because they don’t have money say why they can’t increase the number of airings so much? 30 episodes in 1.8 billion is 54 billion? There is no 40 billion, but there is 54 billion?”

“Anyway, this is the position of the Budget Office. Even the director can’t touch it any more.”

Yang Jun-gyu put on an accent as if to emphasize that it was absolutely not his position.

Jang Seung-won, who was sifting through the cold snacks with his eyes, picked up a drained beer glass and poured it into his mouth.

300ml of beer goes down your throat at once, and the thrilling carbonic acid stings your airways.

“brother. You really understand my position, right?”

“Well then, man. what is the manager Isn’t it a buffer zone that mediates and coordinates the difference between the upper and lower lines? Break here, break there. My brother is also having a hard time.”

“Isn’t it the manager who secretly injects the decision of the upper line into the lower line while pretending to be broken? If you keep cosplaying as a victim, I can’t speak honestly.”

“Okay, okay. Be honest.”

“It is true that I met the Net Prime kids during the day and had an investment meeting during the day.”

There was a soundless moan.

I heard that they met, but I wanted to deny it.

I wanted to hear that it wasn’t as much as the investment meeting, even if it wasn’t a denial.

“We agreed to shoot 30 billion won as a condition of giving simultaneous broadcasting rights. There is only one condition, they say at least 16 episodes.”

“Crazy… whose name is 30 billion? It’s not a monopoly, but you’re going to give me 30 billion won for simultaneous broadcasting rights?”

“Oh, of course, the condition is that we start streaming 30 minutes to an hour after our broadcast on the same day.”

“Hey, whatever. Wow, f*ck. I can’t stand real American kids being smart.”

“I have other suggestions.”

When Jang Seung-won laughed like a person who hid something funny, Yang Jun-gyu was furious.

“Hey! Don’t tantalizingly solve them one by one, just cool them off all at once!”

“If you give me exclusive rights, I will give you 3 billion won per episode. It guarantees up to 30 episodes, that is, up to 90 billion won.”

“Are you really crazy? You say you burn 90 billion in historical dramas?”

“Illy Girl, writer Kim Sang-hee, came out 30% only on cable. How much would it have been if it was terrestrial?”

In reality, it was 29.9%, but Yang Jun-kyu knew very well that he shouldn’t hit candles here.

“This is a new historical drama written by a writer who has made more than four hits in a row. I haven’t even read the script, but it’s okay, okay, okay.”

“…”

“Originally, the first condition they offered was exclusive rights, but I thought of our broadcasting station and accepted the aforementioned conditions.”

“……Uh, is that so? sorry. I don’t even know that, I…”

“Isn’t it too much, manager, to talk about a drama in front of a PD like that?”

“Ah, sorry.”

Yang Jun-gyu desperately shook his head.

In reality, the conditions are very different. Comparing itself is foolish.

“I have a lot of trouble with that too. Will it be completely handed over to Net Prime for 90 billion won, or half to our broadcasting station and Net Prime after receiving a 30 billion won investment subsidy? But if you ask how this could be, I have no choice but to run with the heart of the beast.”

“Hey, I’m sorry, please stop. keep it for now I’ll try to coordinate it somehow. by the way······.”

After polishing his dry throat with cold beer, Yang Jun-gyu continued.

“Suppose you get an offer of 90 billion won. So what are you going to do? Do you want to become independent?”

Attracting 90 billion won production investment.

For producers, isn’t it a good opportunity to set up a drama production company and become independent?

“Am I crazy? I only control a few shooting sites, I can’t roll a business. I also have a sensitive temper, so I can’t do things like entertainment or sales that upset my stomach.”

“Indeed, it is. That’s why I’m embarrassed in front of my subordinates like this. If it was a buyer, there is no point.”

“But, if you are handling a contract this big, there are a lot of production companies asking you to come. I’m starting to get sick of life at a public company, and I think that private production companies and broadcasting stations won’t be too bad.”

“Whoa, calm down. Hey man, do you think people call public corporations public corporations for nothing? Everyone has a good reason, so you and I are talking about public corporations.”

Yang Jun-gyu, who had been licking his lips nervously, lowered his voice and asked.

“Did you talk to writer Kim Sang-hee?”

“Not yet.”

“Well done. I’m talking a little bit more I will speak with the director again…”

“I’m going to talk about it after tying up the deals the manager brings and organizing them all at once. Writer Kim I don’t want to stress many times. Shouldn’t we be focusing on the script?”

Yang Jun-gyu muttered with an exhausted expression.

“I’m trying not to lose a single word until the end…”

“You’re already losing by just sitting here, Junkyu-hyung?”

***

Upon receiving the report, the director said without a change in expression.

“I also want to do whatever Jang PD wants. But what can I do if the guys with the money are interfering?”

“Wouldn’t it be most realistic to go in the direction of co-production with Net Prime, Director?”

“It seems so to me.”

“Even the Budget Bureau guys won’t have anything to say. I received external investment because they gave me less money, what can I say? It’s not once or twice that I’ve been forced to do it on my own whether or not to bring in outside investment because I don’t have money.”

“It is normal for people to have nothing to say. okay. Let’s move in that direction.”

Yang Joon-gyu returned to the office feeling relieved.

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Now, if the director gives a definite answer, all that remains is to tell Jang Seung-won, a subordinate who has the heart of a beast, the good news.

And about 2 hours later…

– Manager Yang, I’m really sorry.

“Chief? It’s not a cerebral palsy. Not really.”

-I’m on my way out of the production manager’s office right now. The mud broke.

“No, why?

– Somehow, it seems that the pressure came down from the vice president’s line. I’m going to proceed with 1.8 billion per episode unconditionally. Oh really. Do you know what kind of 28 years it is now? It seems that KBC knows that historical dramas can unconditionally beat them.

“This is not a fish caught in a fish farm. It’s a red sea bream that you put in front of the bait and gently raise it, wondering if you should bite it or not.”

-The general manager thinks it is a fish that has already been sashimi. I don’t even know anymore Just let the monk do whatever he wants.

Yang Joon-gyu didn’t have the courage to contact PD Jang Seung-won.

***

A Volvo boasting smooth lines stopped in front of the College of Engineering building while driving through the campus of Korea University.

The driver’s seat opened, and a middle-aged man in a sleek suit got out.

It was a rare physical that was rarely seen in this school, to the extent that students and faculty members passing by the area glanced at him once in a while.

The middle-aged man entered the building with familiar steps.

＜Professor Sejong Lee＞

A middle-aged man knocked softly in front of the professor’s office, and a voice came back telling him to come in.

Upon entering, Professor Lee Se-jong, whose head was covered with frost, raised his head and stood up with a happy expression on his face.

“Dr. What happened without contact?”

“I just stopped by while passing by.”

“A savage friend. If you come to Korea, I’ll stop by earlier. What the hell have you been doing all this time?”

“I’ve been a bit busy spending time with my family. Understand me. Seo-hoon suddenly did something he didn’t want to do, so I couldn’t do anything else because I was worried about it.”

“I understand, I understand. Come on, sit down.”

The two of them sat across from each other with a low table in between, unpacking the piles of cloth.

It’s been quite a while since we met, but there was no awkwardness in the flow of conversation, just like we broke up yesterday.

“The guy has changed. I’m completely grown up.”

“I felt it too. I wasn’t like that before I went to the army. He was so calm and gentle that I instantly thought Dr. Chung was right in front of me.”

“You can be a little more immature. like a water lily. Even when the child was young, he didn’t ask for anything, so he didn’t like raising it, but now he can marry him.”

“As the head of the lab, it’s great. Regardless of your age, I think you will dominate the rap atmosphere.”

Proud of their son and disciple, sharing good words with each other in a good mood…

“You said you finished all your projects? Where are you going now?”

“Well. Intel wants me to come back, but I’m thinking about taking a little more rest. I’m a little contemplating whether to go back to MIT.”

“Why don’t you come here as a full-time student at Korea University instead of going back to that kind of shit?”

“You can’t be too immersed in practical work for a long time to teach young students. tiring.”

Each of them exchanged information on their current situation that had been put off…

“Oh, did you see the movie that Seo Hoon made 13 million this time?”

“I haven’t seen it yet. I only signed up for DVD pre-orders. I’ll see you later when I have time.”

“Then you won’t see it until you get into the coffin. The screening is over, so I can’t really watch this. He’s my son, but he’s good at acting. Please watch dramas and movies.”

“Okay, okay. You heard that you are going into another drama this time, is there any news?”

“It is said that the organization is confirmed, but it seems to be overturned. Do you think that floor is like that?”

“It’s confirmed, but it’s overturned? It’s not even a positive charge jump, what does that mean?”

“Look at the null jump. ha ha ha.”

“Dr. Jung, kids these days look at me strangely when I joke like that.”

“Professor Lee induced it first and what?”

Both of them ate for a while with the sensibility of an old engineering student, then returned to their original flow.

“I heard that it seems that the broadcasting station did not approve it due to production cost issues.”

“yes?”

Beneath the lush white hair, the eyes hidden behind the glasses shimmered with exceptional clarity.

“Is the production cost an issue?”