I Only Play Villains

A large group of women (1)

The cable broadcasting station said it would invest 20 billion won separately in production.

With this, Jang Seung-won secured a total investment of 80 billion won.

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The director of the drama department praised the script until his mouth was watering.

“I only saw part 1, but it’s perfect! I got a feeling. This will happen, it has to be. The combination of PD Jang Seung-won, the genius of historical dramas, and Kim Sang-hee, a star writer, and the rookie actor Jung Seo-hoon, who plays a genius villain, are also included. Ah yes.”

“Thank you for being kind to me, Director.”

“This is a free directing contract, but how about officially joining the company after the drama ends?”

“Aww, that’s good. Thank you.”

“This production has been handled by Jean PD somewhere else, so I have no choice but to go free-directing, but I will ask you to make a contract in advance. I will guarantee you the best treatment.”

After greeting with a smile, the drama director clears his throat and asks.

“By the way, this individual investor… who the hell is this? It’s a name I haven’t heard on this floor. It’s a name that didn’t even exist in the movies.”

“Ah, he was originally a person who had no relationship with dramas, but he is an acquaintance of actor Jeong Seo-hoon. That’s why he invested because he wanted to personally help.”

“30 billion just because you want to help personally? Do you think he is a great asset?”

“It seemed like a lot of money. No, many.”

The director clicked his tongue in surprise and continued.

“Heaven and earth are about to open. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a drama produced in this form of investment. It’s not even a movie.”

“You can invest a lot of money out of a hobby or a personal favor. Considering that the media market has grown that much in Korea, wouldn’t it be a good sign?”

“Good, good. Let’s get a lot of that good energy and make this drama a great success. ha ha ha!”

The director was in a very good mood.

Illegal made a big hit a while ago, but the writer came back with another star producer and a huge investor.

How can I feel good?

***

Looking up at the familiar broadcasting station building, Kim Sang-hee felt confused.

“I turn around and come back here…. I thought I would get away with it this time.”

It’s not that I hate this cable station.

However, since I had done several works in a row here, I wanted to go somewhere else to change my mood.

It was boring to go in and out of the same studio, waiting room, and conference room every day.

“I still wanted to try a historical drama at KBC. I wasn’t a cavalier for nothing. See if I ever look at you again.”

“Writer Kim, are you here?”

Hearing the calm voice from behind, Kim Sang-hee stiffened for a moment, then looked back with a nonchalant expression.

“Oh, PD Song. Are you here?”

“yes. I saw it from far away, and when I looked at it, it was Kim’s back. Let’s see if we’re soul mates. I just recognized it at once.”

“Why do you burden me as soon as I see you?”

“yes? no. why am i burdened I heard the script went well. congratulation.”

“You give it now. Burden.”

“Is it a burden? I respect Kim’s decision. Historical dramas must have been unreliable because I had no experience. If I had known it was my next historical drama, I wouldn’t have been so anxious.”

Whether she is angry or not, her expression is so sad that it is impossible to know her emotions.

“I’m worse than PD Jang in period dramas. I understand that writer Kim couldn’t help it either. All artists are like that. I would have done the same.”

“It makes it really more burdensome. Am I just going to another station?”

“Why go to another station? I’m here. Just think that you came to my house and work comfortably. No, this is Kim’s house, right? Why are you leaving my house and going to someone else’s house?”

“OK. sorry. My next work is not a historical drama, so I will go back to producer Song. OK?”

“Really?”

It was only then that Song Jeong-woo said he liked it with a wide smile.

Looking at the tip of his lips caught in his ear, Kim Sang-hee lamented softly.

At that time, Jang Seung-won found the two from afar and approached them happily.

“Writer, here you are. Uh, Song Jeong-woo was also with you? Oh, come to think of it, the two of you were soul mates, right?”

If a third person had been present at this moment, he would have seen the faint smile of the victor at the end of Jang Seung-won’s lips.

Whether he saw it or not, Song Jeong-woo said calmly to Jang Seung-won.

“Peddy Jean. That’s our writer Kim.”

“yes?”

“You should never drink soju. They hate it because it tastes like alcohol.”

Song Jeong-woo’s expression, which was somehow lonely, was calm like music.

“Sometimes when the script comes out late, don’t be too annoyed. At that time, you can go to any cafe and offer three cups of cold syrup and sweet sugar. Don’t be too surprised if you hit a triple one-shot.”

“Ah, PD Song. please.”

“And since you’re very sensitive to 30% ratings, don’t be conceited that this is enough when you’re in the 20% range, even jokingly. Even if writer Kim doesn’t show off on the outside, you’ll be very disappointed.”

“If you keep doing that, will I go?”

“Sometimes in the middle of a company dinner, I get drunk and disappear somewhere, so don’t worry too much. I’m sure he got a copy and he’s stuck in a corner somewhere writing on his cell phone. finally······.”

“PD Jean. just go Why are people embarrassing?”

Kim Sang-hee grumbled and dragged Jang Seung-won away.

Jang Seung-won looked back at Song Jeong-woo, who looked lonely as he was dragged away by her, and asked.

“Could it be that song PD is covering her bizarre movie right now?”

“Still, I haven’t installed the music today. The other day, I even put music on my phone, so I really blew it all up. Ugh.”

“I thought at first glance that music would have been installed, but I was worried because there was no music.”

On the other hand, Song Jeong-woo is left behind…

“No, why isn’t the music playing? this shit. Why is the volume at minimum? It’s ruined, it’s ruined.”

Jung Soo-ryun, who had been watching from afar, sneaked up on Jung-woo Song, who was blaming only his smartphone.

“Peddy?”

“Oh, soryeonah. Yes, do you think Seo Hoon is happy with PD Jang these days?”

“It can’t be. These days, the proportion of breathing a sigh has increased every day at home. I think I miss Song PD-nim’s charisma.”

“right? Aren’t I a bit charismatic?”

Song Jung-woo, who opened his mouth wide and smiled brightly, spoke seriously.

“Should I try a historical drama for my next project?”

“Yes? A historical drama?”

“It’s a man-ryu noble species, they say it’s convergent evolution. I’ve never done a historical drama, but what else can I do? do you know Will I discover my other directing talent that was hidden in historical dramas?”

“… I don’t think that’s a bit.”

“Hey. If there is a good historical drama script, bring it.”

Cable is peaceful today.

***

KBC Broadcasting Station, Drama Center.

[Director] Come to the dakgalbi restaurant.

Director Yang Jun-gyu, who confirmed the director’s talk, sighed with a rotten face.

A subordinate asked from the side.

“Why are you like that, boss? Your expression suddenly looks bad.”

“The director wants to come to the dakgalbi restaurant.”

“Ooh, that. Suffer.”

“Suffer.”

Words of consolation came from all over.

When the director is in a bad mood, especially when the upper part is broken, he always visits the Dakgalbi restaurant.

Yang Joon-gyu, who hastily organized his work, took a leave card and headed to a dakgalbi restaurant.

The director who took a private room ordered 5 servings of chicken ribs and was already inhaling a storm.

“Oh, are you here? you eat too It’s just ripe, so it’s very chewy.”

“no. Eat a lot.”

“I ordered 5 servings to share, man. Come on.”

“Yes.”

I took a spoon, but my appetite didn’t turn.

Yang Joon-gyu watched the director’s cutlery indiscriminately slaughtering roasted chicken ribs and vegetables.

“Are you very broken?”

“Pay it. Hearing about the production of the CV cable, he immediately called and opened the joint.”

“It wasn’t really kicked, was it? In this day and age?”

“…”

“I will keep quiet, chief.”

Seeing the expression on his face that quickly became stern, Yang Jun-gyu quickly shut up.

‘It’s worth the director’s anger to reach the top of his head…’

“When I emphasize that you have to catch this, that it’s a historical drama, but success is a matter of course, production cost, production cost! He’s a nobleman who only talked about his production costs. He was a nobleman who treated spicy fish soup that he cut into pieces and put in the freezer at his house.”

‘Take what would have been if it was treated as just caught meat…’

Of course, the mouth played with the inner thoughts separately.

“The chief is not dead yet. I think you can debut as a script writer. It’s cold.”

“I’m thinking about which needle to put in my mouth, and it’s crazy to be misunderstood in front of the fish, yumbyeong. I can’t live because I’m dirty, really.”

“I understand.”

“Chief Yang. Do I have to get a joint in this time after I’m old? Every time I walk, I hear a crack in my shinbone, sir.”

“Why did you say that? If the production cost was an issue, I could have just co-produced it with Net Prime.”

Didn’t Kim Sang-hee end up going back to cable thanks to the fish that caught the script?

That too in the form of net prime joint investment.

It was a plan that could be caught under the same conditions at KBC.

“You mean PD Oh Ji-eun from the entertainment department.”

“PD Oh Ji-eun?”

At the unfamiliar name, Yang Jun-gyu quickly flipped through the list in his memory, and the light came on.

“Ah, I remember. A pretty new producer, right? Were you enlisted last year? But what about that friend?”

“It’s the vice president’s nephew.”

“What does that have to do with the fallout?”

“The entertainment department must have been preparing a new program that was a bit bigger. I was so desperately against it to drive it there.”

“I don’t understand. If you say you don’t have money, then why did you ask for 50 billion won for a 30-episode episode?”

“I bluffed it because it was obvious that Kim Sang-hee would not get a 30-episode drama. It seems that the original intention was to try to make 40 billion for roughly 24 episodes.”

“It’s just common office politics. I’m different again.”

“Look at your joints. Can you still say it’s a big deal?”

Yang Joon-gyu grumbled while pouring beer with a slightly relaxed mind.

“What will you do? The vice president was greedy to hold a large rice cake or a small rice cake in both hands, but only the large rice cake ran away. It’s not our fault, it’s already left, so forget it. Chief.”

“The bottom line, will you succeed? I think it will work.”

“I don’t mean to curse, but what good does it do for us to be successful? Oh, of course, I wish Seungwon well.”

“Honey, it has to succeed, won’t it damage the Vice President’s face? Try to ruin it, the vice president also has a pioneering plan, if you invested a lot of money without knowing it, you would have been in big trouble, the atmosphere is like this.”

“Yes. Starting today, I will pour water every day before going to bed and pray. I ask you to skip the 30% lower extreme.”

“Somehow, it seems to be over. Didn’t you get 29.9% with the combination of Kim Sang-hee and Jeong Seo-hoon in the last Illy Girl? The fandom of Jeong Seo-hoon has grown considerably now, but this time it won’t be a joke to support firepower in the early stages.”

“Ah, how great can a fandom be that it’s been a few months since debuting?”

“My daughter is a ‘non-rapper’. If my daughter, who hadn’t been a fan in her life, would fall for it, then it’s not serious.”

Yang Jun-kyu tilted his head at the unfamiliar word and asked.

“What is a non-rapper?”

“They say the Jeong Seo-hoon fandom calls themselves. The fandom’s name is B-rap.”

“What does b-rap mean?”

“No, B-lab, combining Lab, which means a laboratory. It is said that the name was built with the desire not to go to graduate school. Graduate school is not that way, what does that mean?”

“…”

The director, who shoveled a large piece of chicken rib meat and seasoning into his mouth and gulped down a beer, murmured gloomily.

“Please be happy… So, look at the wrinkles on the vice president’s face.”