Assistant Manager Kim Hates Idols - Chapter 135



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| Episode 135. Man’s Revenge (1)

In the end, I didn’t figure out what the countdown was until the day the numbers disappeared.

‘Something bad could happen… … .’

All I could think about was shaking off the cushions on the rooftop where the production crew would sit.

How many crises can a newly debuted idol face? Controversies have already erupted, and there are just as many things happening now as before their debut.

Wait. So every day is a crisis for me? I suddenly feel skeptical about life.

I checked my accumulated fatigue level thoroughly from the morning, fearing that there might be an unfortunate incident where I would get a nosebleed and collapse during filming.

I personally checked the condition of the other guys by rubbing their shoulders. They all seemed to be overly burdened, but they didn’t look particularly sick.

I came to work at the crack of dawn to wander around, wondering if something was going to happen at the office, but there was no sign of that happening. It was literally like any other day.

I did my best in the areas I could check, but nothing came of it?

Well, it’s not my responsibility anymore. Whatever happens and it’s ruined, I have something to say.

“Hyung, the directors will be here in 10 minutes!”

As I was beating the cushion because I couldn’t beat the system, Kang Ki-yeon gave me the breaking news.

Without even thinking about the ambiguous numbers any further, I grabbed a bunch of cushions and headed for the stairs.

* * *

I am the moderator for today’s meeting.

I wanted to stop appearing on TV, but my position was as a producing member, so that’s how it was. Next time, I have to change jobs to ones that don’t even have the letter P in them.

Still, I prepared hard for today’s meeting.

Because it is time to retrieve the bait that Spark has spread so far.

“Then, before the meeting for the final competition, let’s review the previous concepts.”

Spark’s appearance in Idol Dynasty Chronicles so far has been in line with history and its flow.

The fresh new idol on the self-PR stage is the founding of Joseon.

The sports competitions of the first competition suggested the debate between factions that had continued throughout Joseon history, while the Milky Way stage of the second competition suggested scientific technology, including the Celestial Train Map.

So what’s left?

“Everyone, do you all remember the name of our program?”

“Oh, the royal family!”

“That’s right. If Spark has been reproducing historical events and trends so far, it’s time to record them now.”

I told you, Spark would be the identity of the royal family.

As I flipped through the PPT screens, pictures of old officers and photos from the Annals of the Joseon Dynasty appeared.

“You all probably know that the Annals of the Joseon Dynasty are a record that covers various facts of the Joseon Dynasty and is very significant. Therefore, in the final competition, as a historian, I would like to convey to the public what I have seen and learned on the royal stage without any additions or subtractions. Anyone have any objections?”

“doesn’t exist!”

“no.”

Everyone agreed with a cheerful heart. That’s understandable, since this meeting was held only for filming, and Spark had been planning the stage with this in mind from the beginning.

It was an idea that had been planned before filming the royal family, so it wasn’t anything new for them.

Instead, we had to get to the specific details. From here on, the meeting continued as a real meeting.

“You’ll be wearing a hanbok for the final competition, right? What style will you be wearing?”

“Rather than wearing clothes that look like a complete scholar, it might be prettier to wear clothes that look like a Confucian scholar… … .”

“Everything is good, but depending on the design of the hanbok, the visibility of the dance line can vary greatly. I think we need to review this in advance.”

When leader Jeong Seong-bin pointed out points that needed to be discussed, Park Joo-woo and Kang Ki-yeon each gave their opinions.

“We need to put in some effort for the final competition anyway, right?”

“… … ?”

“I don’t want to waste time researching references, so I’ve already laid out the outline. If we can come to an agreement, let’s pick out the final version and hand it over to the production team today.”

I turned on the shared sheet I had prepared in advance.

Normally, I share them in folders, but today, considering that it was a shoot, I divided the sheets into one file and organized the costumes, props, lighting, media art, etc. Then, one of the cameras turned its direction towards the beam projector.

“The color tone will be decided at the very end after looking at the color sheet. We will proceed quickly, so please make a quick decision.”

“There’s no such thing as a second vote?”

“None. Just pick the one you like the first time you see it. That means it’s a good choice that you can tell at a glance.”

Lee Cheong-hyeon shook his head excitedly at my words.

Despite the talk of a second round of voting, the voting went off without a hitch. In the past, people would go to a Chinese restaurant and order five dishes, but now they seem to have developed an eye for considering various options and picking the best option.

What should I say? I felt like I was seeing a well-raised successor.

* * *

“Good job everyone!”

“Thank you for your hard work!”

The meeting filming ended with the writers’ greetings. The party was over.

Is this really the daily life of an idol? Isn’t it no different from the Hanpyeong Industry days? In fact, aren’t highly developed idols like office workers?

“Brother, you look really tired?”

“Really? Did you notice it when you were filming?”

“That’s not it, but it’s a bit obvious when the camera is off.”

Lee Cheong-hyeon said, pointing to the area under his eyes. I think I’ll have to get fat redistribution surgery once the royal family is done.

I answered, rubbing the area under my eyes.

“I guess it’s because I have meetings back to back. I’m losing my appetite.”

“The problem isn’t the meeting, it’s that you don’t sleep.”

Choi Je-ho pushed the chair back into place, slapping it.

Who wants to stay in a training camp, practice, and then organize their materials? I like to take long naps too.

I was so upset that I cried, but I couldn’t show it. The production team hadn’t withdrawn yet.

I was holding the conference room door open to make it easier to move when the author came over and spoke.

“Hey, Lee Wol, who came up with your ideas?”

“All of our members are salty together!”

“No, I mean the main idea. I was wondering which department is in charge of setting the flow and such from the self-PR stage.”

“It’s something we came up with ourselves. The company mainly looks at practicality.”

“You guys are the ones who are weaving? The company isn’t weaving?”

“yes!”

The author’s expression became mysterious at my words.

I don’t believe it… Sina? This time, instead of me, will Spark be embroiled in a concept controversy and get criticized?

Worries swirled around.

Now that it has come to this, I have no choice but to prove my innocence by handing over Spark’s weekly minutes… … .

“I see. We’ll probably do a season 2 next time, but I think it’ll have to change a lot from the current format.”

“Is that so?”

I pretended not to know and asked back, but in a way, it was natural.

There’s a big difference between a hastily made pilot program that’s trying to catch the survival trend and a program that’s turned into a seasonal program. There has to be something that’s different.

“So, I was thinking of getting an introduction to some talent if there were any entertainment writers or planning teams affiliated with UA separately… … but that wasn’t the case?”

“The planning team usually helps us a lot when we make a comeback. We just wanted to do the competition among ourselves.”

It would have been more reassuring if the accounting team had helped, but that’s really unfortunate.

The author, who had been sighing, suddenly raised his head. He looked around and asked in a small voice.

“That’s right. Is PD Yoo Han-soo here?”

“Yes, you are here.”

“I heard he doesn’t do any idol work anymore? He doesn’t have any projects going on right now, right? I hear a lot of rumors… … .”

They say rumors spread quickly in the broadcasting industry. It seems like the news of Han Yoo-soo’s death has spread even outside of UA.

I thought he hadn’t been seen much at work recently, so I guess that’s why he was hiding it after the rumor spread like wildfire. You should have just handled it appropriately from the beginning.

‘Judging from your tone, it doesn’t seem like you want to entrust the work to Yoo Han-soo… … Are you just curious?’

I would like to tell him that it’s not a problem with his work anymore, but that he’s just glad he doesn’t get sued by the company.

But that won’t do. I’m an idol, an adult, and a member of society. It would have been enough if that guy had made me famous in the industry.

“Ahaha… … . I don’t know.”

“Oh, no. I asked you all sorts of questions. Isn’t it difficult to answer something like this? Sorry.”

Fortunately, the author understood my situation. He even said to me, “Anyway, you’re too kind.” while looking at me with an awkward smile.

Perhaps you thought it was a consideration for finite numbers. But I was the one who sent that finite number to the goal.

“And your second competition stage was a huge success?”

“Really?”

“It’s really viral. Doesn’t UA monitor it separately?”

“Usually I do it, but this time I couldn’t do it right away because we had a training camp shoot.”

“The reaction is no joke. The visuals are so beautiful that the thumbnails and fancams all came out pretty.”

The praise poured in. I felt a bit embarrassed.

“That’s fortunate. We all prepared hard together.”

“But you’re a producing member? Everyone says that kids these days are scary. They’re young and have a good sense, so they keep praising you.”

“You are flattering me. I still have a lot to learn.”

No matter how much I fly, I can’t just be an incumbent. Besides, it’s a waste to eat up the idea share all by myself.

As I was hurrying to see the author off, my eyes met with someone at the end of the hallway.

It was Han Yoo-soo who had been the topic of conversation until just now.

‘They say even a tiger will come if you call it.’

Judging from the path taken, it seemed like he was coming this way, but he seemed to have stopped because he saw someone he knew or because his story came up.

Yoo Han-soo stood still and didn’t move. He quietly watched me and the writer.

“Hey, Yiwol, where are you looking?”

“Oh, I was wondering if someone was passing by. I guess it wasn’t you!”

I told the writer to hurry and go. When I looked back, Yoo Han-soo was already gone.

It took a long time just to see off the production crew. There were so many people and equipment to take care of, it took half a day just for the royal car to come and go.

But after safely sending the filming crew away, the tension was belatedly eased.

As I was going down to the practice room to stretch, I heard someone calling me from afar.

“Lee Wol-ah!”

“Yes, sir.”

He was the representative of the general affairs team.

I wondered what was going on since he was someone who would never call me on purpose.

“Did you do any prop-making activities during today’s meeting?”

“No. Are you talking about the meeting that took place at the royal palace?”

“Yeah, yeah, that one.”

Why are you suddenly making props?

The agent, who received a questioning look, added his words.

“It’s nothing special, I just went to the warehouse to get my toolbox and saw that some of the equipment was empty.”

“We didn’t use it, but if the royal filming team had found it, the staff might have lent it to us. Should I ask them?”

“I don’t know if I can find it… … . Could you at least ask Chanyoung? If it’s gone, I’ll have to buy a new one.”

“all right.”

The agent left, saying that he would have to check the conference room again.