Producer with no Regrets - Chapter 347



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Episode 347

Jang Ha-yang’s VCR footage was filmed on the streets of Paris, France.

“Paris is a city where the whole city is a movie set. Even if the film isn’t set in Paris, there are many films that are set in Paris.”

As Han Gu-in explained, Paris was a fantastic city. Just walking through the ordinary streets made me feel like I was at a turning point in my life.

However, Jo Jung-hoon’s filming crew is sweating bullets as they try to film on an ordinary street instead of a set.

We are struggling to discuss with city officials how and where to place the equipment and which side to leave empty so as not to disturb pedestrians.

“For some reason, I feel sorry towards the pedestrians.”

This was Seongpil’s honest impression after seeing the street shots.

As someone who is not in the video industry, Seongpil felt sorry that a camera crew would gather in a place where people were normally walking around and take up space.

“Didn’t you get permission from the city?”

“Well, I guess Director Cho did a good job.”

“You don’t have to worry too much.”

The Korean seemed to know something.

“France offers benefits and conveniences for filming on its own background. Starting a few years ago, it became easier to rent locations, and if filming exceeds a certain scale, they even reimburse filming costs.”

“why?”

“It’s to promote the brand called France.”

In Korea, too, when people hear the name Paris, they somehow think of romance.

That’s because Paris has been used as a setting for numerous movies and dramas.

Romantic love and heart-pounding, dramatic city life. The media plays a huge role in reinforcing this image of Paris.

“They said they would be considerate enough to allow us to use the ruins as a filming location.”

“That’s amazing.”

It’s a so-called national advertisement. And that advertisement was a huge success.

People all over the world admire Paris as the city of dreams and France as the country of romance.

“As such a policy is implemented at the national level, French citizens are also tolerant of such things.”

“That would certainly be the case. I would say it’s more of a sense of pride than discomfort.”

However, it seems that Hanguin is describing France quite favorably. When Seongpil looked at him strangely, Hanguin understood Seongpil’s intention and answered.

“Isn’t the world in need of an effort to see the good in people we dislike?”

“It’s necessary. I understand.”

“They say that cities are the greatest and most wonderful inventions of mankind. Regardless of history, looking at them like this is awe-inspiring.”

One scene has been filmed.

After checking the work with Jo Jeong-hun, Jang Ha-yang returned to where Seong-pil and Han Gu-in were waiting.

“Hayang, you’ve worked hard. You must have had a hard time because of the time difference, but thank you for holding on.”

“No, I’m fine. I slept well on the plane.”

Jang Ha-yang smiled and sat down on a prepared folding chair to rest.

Although it was a break, it wasn’t a complete rest. She took a piece of paper that she had left on a nearby plastic table and read it.

It was a concert setlist and script.

Seongpil looked at it bitterly.

‘It was the same at the first filming location, and I only keep seeing it in concert-related situations.’

Filming in an underground parking lot depicting a modern setting.

There, whenever Jang Ha-yang took a break, he would pick up a piece of paper and read it carefully.

I thought it was a video script.

Jang Ha-yang also devoted himself to memorizing and practicing the video script in Korea.

However, since she didn’t put down the script even on set, Seongpil was proud of her efforts.

‘When I actually checked, it was a concert type.’

Seongpil looked at Jo Jeonghoon.

While talking to his teammates, his eyes glanced at Jang Ha-yang. A smile spread across his lips, and he continued the meeting with his teammates, more energetic than before.

‘Director Cho knows that Hayang is constantly studying the video script.’

That would be nice.

That is, if the actor practices over and over again and doesn’t put the script down even after arriving on set.

Jo Jung-hoon must have felt satisfied as a director, as he showed such great professionalism in just a few minutes of filming.

‘Filming will start soon.’

Seongpil prepared questions to remind Jang Ha-yang of the contents of the script.

It helps with acting to briefly recall the script before filming.

“Hayang-ah. What was the next scene?”

“Um, I was walking slowly towards the soldiers holding the flowers. I was smiling and handing them the flowers… … .”

At that point, Jang Ha-yang noticed Seong-pil’s intentions. She smiled reassuringly.

“I have memorized the VCR script.”

“I didn’t mean to say anything. You’re really memorizing the concert script. Didn’t you already memorize it all?”

“Because it’s not a finished version. In order to easily learn the changes later, you have to systematize the original in your head. And… … no matter how many times you memorize it, it’s not enough.”

I felt the determination to not show even the slightest mistake at the concert.

Seongpil even felt a sense of obsession in her speech.

‘Ha-yang has been working hard since long ago.’

The way I saw her when I got off at the airport was different from the way Jang Ha-yang looked today.

Seongpil asked the reason, but he could not get a plausible answer.

‘No, I don’t need an answer.’

Maybe it was stimulated by Caius.

“Let’s get started!”

The actors moved at Jo Jeong-hoon’s shout.

Jang Ha-yang also quickly checked her appearance and asked Lee Yu-i to check again.

“Hayang, give me that script.”

“yes.”

Jang Ha-yang left the script to Seong Pil and returned to the filming set.

“… … Director Park.”

Han Gu-in spoke in a dark tone that did not suit the bright weather.

“Yes, Director Han.”

“By the way… … what do you think about taking out a large loan to buy a car?”

“It’s an impulse buy. Don’t do it.”

“……yes.”

It seems that Han Gu-in was completely absorbed in the supercar that he had borrowed as a prop on set.

Even now, there was a certain emptiness in his eyes. In that emptiness, there must be something that others cannot see, a supercar.

At that moment, the vibration spread across the tea table prepared for the actors and filming crew. Because it was made of thin plastic, the sound was very loud.

Seongpil hurriedly grabbed it with his hand.

‘Ha-yang’s cell phone. This one is really… … If you’re going to leave it with me, why don’t you leave it on the table?’

You leave the script to me, but you leave your cell phone anywhere.

‘… … Is the script more important than the cell phone?’

That’s a happy attitude from the perspective of producing Jang Ha-yang, but it’s careless anyway.

Among celebrities, there are those who lost their cell phones and then had internal files leaked, causing trouble.

I don’t know what’s inside Jang Ha-yang’s phone, but it would be a big problem if someone stole it.

‘Let’s see, who came to… … .’

[Don’t be angry, just take a deep breath]

“… … .”

After a little over a minute the vibrations stopped.

Seongpil was confused.

Who on earth was Jang Ha-yang to set the opponent’s name to ‘Don’t be angry, take a deep breath’?

The first person that comes to mind is Jang Ha-yang’s parents.

‘But there’s no way the phone will ring. Hayang even changed her number.’

The only way for the parents to contact Jang Ha-yang is to come to Garo Enter directly. And that method is not possible because of the court’s restraining order.

Seongpil couldn’t think of anyone else she would name like that, except for Jang Ha-yang’s parents.

At that moment, Jang Ha-yang’s phone rang again, making Seong-pil’s hands tremble.

[Don’t be angry, just take a deep breath]

Seongpil just stared at it blankly.

It was meant to respect Jang Ha-yang’s privacy.

‘I made sure that all business-related contacts regarding Hayang would be sent to our company’s management team and to me.’

This is a private call, so don’t answer it without permission.

The second call passed like that.

Seongpil held his cell phone tightly and focused on the filming set. Then, not long after, it vibrated again.

‘This is really urgent.’

If you’re calling so many times in such a short space of time, it has to be something very urgent.

Although it wasn’t Jang Ha-yang herself, Sung-pil decided to at least ask for her business as her manager.

“hello?”

[… … .]

“Hello? This is Director Park Sung-pil of Garo Enter, answering the phone on behalf of Hayang.”

[Ah, Director Park Seong-pil.]

It’s a familiar voice.

“Mr. Soyou?”

[Yes, it’s me. Is Hayang not here right now? Did she go to the bathroom?]

“Hayang is working right now.”

[It’s work.]

“Why did you contact me? You kept calling me.”

If it was just a quick check-up, it would have been a one-time thing. There must have been something urgent… … .

[I sent a message but I didn’t get a reply.]

“Oh, I see. It’s only been a few hours since Hayang got off the plane.”

[Somehow. That’s fortunate.]

“yes?”

[I sent her over 300 messages and texts, but she didn’t respond, so I thought she had blocked me. I held back on calling her because I thought Hayang might not like it.]

I would much rather not send more than 300 texts or messages.

[As you know if you are my fan… … .]

Jin So-yu used the words ‘my fan’ rather than ‘Keiras fan’.

Are you forcing me to become a fan?

‘Come to think of it, among the gifts that Ginger gave me, there were also letters from each member.’

In that letter, Jin So-yu also wrote that she hoped she would become a fan.

Even if you belong to a group, is it better to be called a ‘ownership fan’ rather than a ‘Cause fan’?

[We are making a comeback with a full album.]

“Congratulations. I’m looking forward to it.”

[So I’m trying to send an album to Hayang. Could you tell me the address of her accommodation?]

“What is your accommodation address?”

[Yes, this is the address of the accommodation. Please send it to the new address so that the delivery person does not get confused.]

“… …Me?”

[yes.]

I understand why Jang Ha-yang didn’t answer Jin So-yu. She didn’t want to give out her accommodation address, but she kept asking for it.

What was even more creepy was that Jin So-yu also knew that Jang Ha-yang did not want to tell her the address of his accommodation.

‘Ms. Soyou asked me to give her address without any hesitation.’

Instead of Jang Ha-yang, he was going to target an easier target, Seong-pil. It was so natural that Seong-pil almost didn’t notice the deep darkness contained in Jin So-yu’s question.

“Mr. Soyou, we only accept gifts to the company. If you send it to Hayang at the company address, we will make sure it gets delivered.”

[Gifts sent to idols are all checked and verified by company employees. I don’t want that.]

“I will pass on Soyou’s gift to Hayang.”

In the idol industry, checking gifts in advance is essential.

This is because in the past, chemical terrorist substances and even sharp objects were sent to idols.

It is heartbreaking for company employees to doubt their fans’ hearts, but it is something they cannot help but prepare for even if the odds are extremely small.

[Ha-Yang and I are friends.]

Jin So-yu changed the tone of her argument.

‘… … I guess it’s true that Hayang hates Soyou.’

If Jin So-yu and Jang Ha-yang were really friends, or at least somewhat close, they would have easily obtained the address of their lodgings.

At this point, Jin So-yu trying to get closer to Jang Ha-yang somehow seems strange.

[If you want to send gifts, go out, have a pajama party, grill meat on the rooftop, and share wine, you need a place to stay… … .]

“Director Park.”

After filming the scene was over, Jang Ha-yang stood in front of Seong-pil and held out her hand.

Seongpil handed over the phone without saying anything.

“Sister, it’s me.”

About 10 seconds later.

“I won’t tell you the address of the accommodation. If you really want to give it to me in person, I’ll go to KS Enter. Right? No, we don’t do that. It’s KS Enter’s rule to invite friends to the accommodation, but Garo Enter doesn’t. Right? Am I at KS Enter’s accommodation? No, I’ll just go to the KS Enter building to get it. Right, right, I’m sorry. Thank you for your consideration… … No, even in that case, I won’t tell you the address. Got it?”

Jang Ha-yang looked tired, as if he had just been to war.

“Yes, then… … yes?”

Jang Ha-yang handed the phone back to Seong-pil with surprised eyes. Seong-pil also answered the phone slightly flustered.

“Mr. Soyou?”

[Director Park Sung-pil, have you become my fan?]

Seongpil’s lips went up without him knowing it.

Surprisingly, it was because he remembered the contents of the letter he had given to Seongpil.

“I’ve always been a fan of yours.”

[That ambiguous statement will have to be corrected someday. For now, I’m satisfied with it.]

Jin So-yu hung up the phone with a cheerful smile.

Seongpil returns the phone to Jang Ha-yang with a refreshed expression.

“… … ‘I’m always a fan of yours, Soyou’?”

Jang Ha-yang frowned with a look of defiance between his eyebrows.

“Ah… … It’s manners. I said it out of courtesy.”

“Who would know? You are wrong.”

Jang Ha-yang became a bad guy again, just like when he got off the plane.

* * *

Outside of the building, day and night are the enemies of the filmmaker. To be precise, the change of time was Cho Jung-hoon’s enemy.

“ha…….”

Jo Jeong-hun expressed his worries.

Even though Jang Ha-yang followed along well during the filming, it was not finished on time.

I got all the scenes I wanted, but for some reason I didn’t like them.

So, as we kept filming the same scene over and over again, we reached a point where even Jo Jung-hoon himself didn’t know what was good.

‘Oh, I’m sorry about Garo Enter.’

Even though every second was precious for the concert, Jang Ha-yang’s time was taken up even more because of the VCR footage.

Jo Jeong-hun looked annoyed at the night falling outside the window.

“Why are you drinking alone and feeling depressed?”

Seongpil took the seat next to Jo Jeonghoon on the sofa.

Jo Jeong-hoon held the beer bottle he was loosely holding in one hand tightly.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t finish filming on time.”

“We would appreciate it if you did it passionately.”

Even after hearing Sungpil’s words of comfort, Jo Jeong-hoon had a hard time shaking off his feelings of guilt.

What is video shooting? The more time it takes, the more expensive it becomes.

Because of that, even if the desired results are not achieved, you have to finish it after spending all your time on it.

‘Should I just end it now? No, Hayang has held on, so if I say let’s end it now, what will I become…?’

Jo Jeong-hoon gulped down his beer.

“Ha-yang said it was okay too. I was just worried… … .”

Jang Ha-yang’s singing came through the ceiling of the upper floor. It wasn’t loud enough to be disturbing, but it was loud enough for people to recognize it.

Jo Jeong-hoon laughed.

“Ha-yang is really amazing. She still has the energy to practice even after filming all day.”

That makes me feel even more sorry.

I feel sorry and regretful.

Jo Jung-hoon asked Jang Ha-yang to review the contents as filming was wrapping up today.

‘What does it look like from the main character’s perspective? Is there anything you’d like to add, or if you’d like the emotions to be taken in a different direction?’

‘I think it’s going well. Can you leave it like this?’

Jang Ha-yang answered like that.

So easy to say.

‘I’m glad that the actor was able to get a satisfactory piece of work done in one go… … .’

Jo Jeong-hoon felt slightly disappointed.

He is not a director with full authority. He is merely a staff member in charge of bringing out Jang Ha-yang’s charm.

And according to the policy of Garo Enter, the charm must be something that Jang Ha-yang himself wants to express.

‘To put it in words, I am the writer in charge of the content and Hayang is the writer in charge of the writing style.’

I think that’s the kind of relationship a director and an actor have. If you compare it to a writer, it’s co-writing.

So, the director hopes that the actors will also show their desire for their work.

Rather than just saying ‘that’s good’ easily…

Maybe Jo Jeong-hoon’s dissatisfaction with the work has something to do with Jang Ha-yang.

“I guess not just anyone can become an idol.”

“Everyone works hard, but Hayang is especially hard-working.”

“It’s really great. Well, Director Park, what did you think of the video today? Was there anything lacking? Anything that needs to be fixed?”

Seongpil didn’t really have an answer to give.

Jo Jeong-hoon was worried because he couldn’t reach the line of satisfaction he had drawn for himself.

Seongpil, who has no knowledge of filming or editing videos (except for idol fan videos), had no way of saying anything to Jo Jeonghoon, an expert in this field.

“In my opinion, it was overall okay. The work came out as per the script, and the actors’ performances were good.”

“That’s right… … .”

“I think it was exactly as our company confirmed. But if there are parts that the director doesn’t like, I guess it means we can still go higher. I don’t know though.”

You can go higher.

Jo Jeong-hoon thought that was true.

You can and must go higher.

‘It’s for the Girls’ League.’

The reason Jo Jung-hoon started to make a name for himself in this industry was through the Girls’ League. They and Garo Entertainment are full of gratitude.

I want to somehow achieve the best result.

‘I want to raise the level of detail that others don’t know, even if it’s something that only I know, to a level that satisfies me.’

The problem is that we don’t know what level of satisfaction that is.

Jo Jeong-hoon tried to drink beer, but ended up just breathing air. He got up from the sofa weakly.

“I need to organize the storyboard again.”

“Don’t push yourself too hard.”

Jo Jeong-hoon returned to his room, staggering.

And after a while, Jang Ha-yang appeared as if she was taking turns. She came down the central staircase from the third floor to the second floor.

She was about to go to the first floor, but as soon as she saw Seongpil, she approached him.

“What are you doing, sir? Oh, let me guess. Spying on the SNS of Caius?”

“Ha-yang’s sarcasm skills have improved a lot.”

“Ahaha.”

She, who had been smiling brightly, suddenly spoke with a sour look on her face.

“Did you become close with Soyou in Japan too? Like Ginger?”

“We became close. We only had a meal together once.”

“Am I also going to become the owner of Garo Enter?”

“What is the ownership of Garo Enter?”

Jang Ha-yang told the story of ‘Ginger of Garo Enter’. Seong-pil burst out laughing because he was so dumbfounded.

“You guys are getting better at teasing me. What are you going to do when you’re bored without me? Was it because of Caius that you were grumpy when you arrived at the airport today?”

Whenever Jang Ha-yang’s story about Caius came up, his speech and atmosphere would become strange.

“yes.”

“You saw the pre-orders.”

Well, I can’t help but see it.

Seongpil looked up to see Jang Hayang’s expression. She just stood there in front of him, looking down.

“… … .”

“… … .”

“Hayang?”

“I’m thinking about it.”

“what?”

“Should I say, ‘I’m glad that your favorite group, KARA, has achieved the best results ever? Yes, yes,’ or should I say, ‘Director, what should I do now? I’m so anxious… … I need warmth and comfort… … ‘”

“Personally, I like the first one better.”

“why?”

“I hate seeing you anxious.”

Jang Ha-yang sat down next to him with a big smile.

“Are you anxious?”

“No. In the past, I would have been worried, thinking, ‘What should we do? If this is how it is, how much should we sell next time?’ But now, it’s just so-so.”

“What do you mean by so-so?”

Jang Ha-yang showed a bundle of papers that she was holding tightly in her hand. When Seong-pil looked at it, he saw that it was a concert script and the sheet music for the songs Jang Ha-yang was in charge of.

“In a book I read a long time ago, it said, ‘Worry is consumption, and effort is production.’ Even when facing the same future, humans can choose between consumption and production.”

“Did you choose production?”

“Yes, it will be perfect, sir.”

Jang Ha-yang called Seong-pil resolutely.

Originally, it was Seongpil who was going to comfort and encourage her, but now it seemed like Jang Ha-yang was the one encouraging Seongpil.

“I saw the advance sales for Caius before I got on the plane. They were going to print almost 200,000 copies.”

Girls’ League’s regular album had a one-month pre-order period and sold 120,000 copies.

But Caius managed to sell 200,000 copies in just a few days out of the week.

“I kept thinking about it on the plane ride.”

Jang Ha-yang thought, ‘How on earth do we beat a group like that?’

No matter how much I thought about the method, it seemed like there was no chance of success in terms of album sales.

So, I became needlessly cynical about the world.

“And now we have the answer. We… … .”

You can’t be number one.

Seongpil was startled by the answer.

“Po, you gave up? Whitey, you traitor! We decided to make my dream your dream! We agreed to aim to be the best idol together… …!”

Jang Ha-yang stopped her index finger 3cm in front of Seong-pil’s lips.

It was a sign to be quiet and listen.

Seongpil slowly pulled his head back and moved away from her index finger.

“If you can’t be number one, you have to beat the number one.”

“……huh?”

“The world won’t make us number one. So we’ll fight number one and win.”

Jang Ha-yang’s words were as follows.

The plan is to drag the winner who is waving the trophy on the podium down to the ground and beat him up.

This is a declaration to fight in other areas, so to speak.

“If you think rationally, it’s hard to sell more albums or rank higher on music charts or music shows when compared to big agencies. In the long run.”

Jang Ha-yang folded his hands and rested his chin on them as if he were a business consultant.

It was a posture that somehow gave rise to a sense of trust.

“We have to compete from a different vantage point.”

“What kind?”

“Skill. The Girls’ League is truly the best in terms of performance. Their performance is the best among idols. I think we can achieve this kind of reputation, regardless of commerciality.”

Jang Ha-yang smiled brightly.

“Of course right now… … it might be lacking. Even for me, compared to Soyou unnie… … yes. So… … .”

Jang Ha-yang looked at the script and sheet music again.

“We’re practicing. We want to show our abilities at the concert.”

“You changed the field.”

“Yes. The first field I chose is the concert. The concert is the first page of our victory. Can you do it?”

Jang Ha-yang seemed to be quite good at speaking. Perhaps it was because he had been reading self-help books to improve his shortcomings.

Seongpil might praise you.

I looked at Seongpil with such expectations.

“Hayang, how was filming today?”

But then a completely unexpected question came back.

“Filming? Uh, um, it was done well according to the script… … I think it’s satisfactory.”

Jang Ha-yang glanced at Seong-pil anxiously.

“Did I…do…I …

“Was there anything you thought you did wrong?”

“… … .”

“Then what part did you think you did well?”

“… … .”

“Oh, I think I acted this scene really well. Was there a scene like that?”

The script in Jang Ha-yang’s hand became more and more crumpled.

Nothing came to mind when Seongpil asked me this question.

“While filming today, I just kept looking at the concert script.”

“I’m sorry… … .”

“It’s not that it’s bad. I’m not saying anything. It’s just that I was reminded of the time when we filmed the ‘Ani’ music video.”

At that time, Jang Ha-yang filled the entire script with his own interpretations and notes. He also looked at them intermittently during filming and memorized them.

It was natural to check the performance without any gaps.

“Ha-yang, you must have gotten used to filming and become more skilled than before. I thought so… … It turns out you really went into filming mechanically.”

I can understand that feeling.

For Jang Ha-yang, the concert performance is the most important task at hand. That is why she splits up her time into short segments and replays the performance in her head.

Naturally, the memory allocated for video recording cannot be large.

Of course, the attitude of being enthusiastic about the concert performance is commendable.

but…….

“Hayang-ah.”

Seongpil’s voice became softer.

“I understand why you keep focusing on performance. To beat the number one? That’s great. I really like that mindset.”

“Ahaha, yes, yes… … .”

“I don’t know if you’ve ever thought about this, but the concert VCR footage is what goes on stage instead of you.”

“… … Are you on stage instead of me?”

“Yeah. It’s like your past self is going on stage instead of your present self. It’s to buy you time to prepare for the next stage.”

Only then did Jang Ha-yang gain enlightenment, his eyes growing as big as the moon.

“The audience will be sad when you go in. You are the one who comforts them during that sad time. So, filming the VCR footage is absolutely not less important than practicing for the concert stage.”

Yes, Seongpil is right.

Jang Ha-yang was so focused on the ‘stage’ of the concert that he overlooked the video aspect. He thought he should focus only on the real-time performance.

How stupid… … .

“Hayang-ah.”

When Jang Ha-yang was about to fall into self-deprecation, Seong-pil suddenly approached her.

Jang Ha-yang was so surprised that he fell backwards without realizing it.

‘No, why am I missing?’

It didn’t fall off.

So the two got to see each other up close.

“… … .”

When the prank failed to have the expected effect, Sungpil became sullen and fell back.

“There’s no way you can’t be number one. Hayang’s mental state is bad.”

“Defective? Sir, can you say that after seeing the number 200,000? Yes?”

“Is this really puberty… … .”

Han Gu-in’s diagnosis may be correct.

“Hayang, let’s make a promise.”

“What will you do if I promise?”

“You guys are starting to think of me as some kind of reward vending machine… … .”

Information: Correct.

“You promised to mobilize 1 million viewers for your Japan Dome Tour, right? If you can’t do that, you’ll be re-signed for 7 years under the current terms.”

“I was wondering why I couldn’t see hell, but it turns out that horizontal enter was hell.”

“Ha-yang, you… …let’s get certified as a Golden Record.”

“… …What is a Golden Record?”

Seongpil spread out his palms.

Five fingers stretched out like a star.

“Certificate of approval for albums sold 500,000 copies.”

Seongpil smiled faintly.

“You have to fight and win on your opponent’s field to truly win.”

* * *

Jo Jung-hoon was racking his brain in front of his desk in his dorm room. He checked the storyboard and script, and checked what was affecting the quality of the video.

I was so focused that I didn’t even realize I hadn’t closed the door when I came in.

“I have a problem… … .”

“Oh shit, I’m surprised!”

When Jo Jeong-hoon looked back, he saw Jang Ha-yang looking shocked.

“Huh, huh? It’s white? What, what? How did you open it?”

“… …was open.”

“Ah… … I guess I forgot. Uh, why?”

Jang Ha-yang cleared her throat and regained her posture. She crossed her arms and leaned against the door, looking at Jo Jeong-hoon.

“Is something going on?”

“What is it?”

“People call us The Solver.”

“What the heck?”

“We’ll help you. Are you ready, Jang?” “Of course, Hayang.”

“What the heck… … .”

“Ahaha.”

Jang Ha-yang awkwardly rubbed her palms and smiled. Then, with an embarrassed look on her face, she barely opened her mouth.

“You’re filming a video today, right? I want to… … check the results again. I want to check everything by tomorrow and see what needs to be fixed. Is that okay?”

“… … .”

Jo Jeong-hoon bit his lips with a moved expression, then quickly assumed a arrogant pose.

“If it’s The Solver’s request, I’ll be happy to do so.”

“Ahaha.”

The two people showed trust in each other.

“Let’s make it the best, The Solver.”

“Please take care of me tomorrow too, Director Cho.”

“There’s also Executive Officer Park!”

“Then, should we watch it scene by scene?”

“Yes. How many candidates did you put up for each scene? Would it take too much time to check them all?”

“I was ignored.”

Seongpil was slowly beginning to understand Rika’s feelings.