After eating instant noodles and washing up briefly, Park Jung-hyuk was ready to go to bed.

Before going to bed, I held my mobile phone and unconsciously flipped to a phone number.

His hand stopped, his eyes fixed on the number, but a huge wave rolled in his heart.

Park Jung-hoon, a name very similar to him.

It turns out that the relationship between the two is also very close, because this person is his own brother.

This fact gave Park Jung-hyuk goosebumps all over his body, and his heart was pounding.

In his previous life, he was just an orphan and didn't even know who his parents were.

From childhood to adulthood, a person grew up alone.

No one cares when you're sick, no one asks when you're hungry, no one hurts when you're hurt, and no one hugs you when you're cold.

What is it like to be a loved one, although I have fantasized about it, I have not felt it.

At this moment, Park Jung-hyuk's remaining memories flooded back, making the past of Park Jung-hoon and Park Jung-hyuk appear in his mind, which made him so throbbing.

In Park Jung-hyuk's memory, this brother had no education and dropped out of high school.

And Park Jung-hoon's academic performance is not good, and he is better at using his body than his mind.

Stunned, physically strong, he used to help Park Jung-hyuk, who was bullied.

It's just that now Park Jung-hoon doesn't know where he went, and Park Jung-hyuk has been looking for a long time and there is no news.

"There's an older brother!" Park Jung-hye-mo tussles over the screen of an old-fashioned Samsung phone, savoring the fact.

After a long time, he finally made up his mind and pressed the call button.

One second, two seconds, three seconds......

A minute passed, and the phone was still busy, but no one answered.

It seems that Park Jung-hoon really doesn't know where he went, and he didn't even answer his brother's call.

Park Jung-hyuk sighed lightly, threw the phone away, and then got into the bed.

The next day, he slept until ten o'clock before getting up, ran to MBC to take a turn, and found that none of the people in the "Music Center" program team came.

Come to think of it, yesterday was the live broadcast day, and everyone was tired to death.

The live broadcast is busy, of course, you have to take a good rest. Because in the blink of an eye, the next live broadcast is not far away.

Since everyone didn't come, Park Jung-hyuk simply left MBC.

He never forgot that he was surrounded by gangsters yesterday, and he was afraid that these people would find his residence, so he needed to move a place quickly.

In the course of a morning, he ran several places, but found nothing.

No way, what is Yeouido?

The housing prices here are more expensive than those in Jiangnan, and they are not rented by people like him at all.

In order to save money on food, Park Jung-hyuk went to MBC at noon to mix and eat.

When he finished the meal and looked for a seat, he saw Ren Sungjae from the props group.

Park Jung-hyuk ran over and sat down next to him, greeting him with a smile. "Uncle Ren, aren't you resting at home?"

Seeing that it was Park Jung-hyuk, Ren Sung-jae had a good impression of this hard-working kid, shook his head, and said with a smile: "We are different from you PDs, and we make hard-earned money." You can rest, and we still have to work around. ”

Only then did Park Jung-hyuk understand that the props team did not belong to "Music Center". It's about where there is a task, where you have to help.

Thinking about it, Im Sung-jae has been working at MBC for many years, so he should be very familiar with the vicinity of Yeouido. So Park Jung-hyuk asked: "Uncle Ren, I'm thinking about moving, don't you know if there is a cheaper house near MBC?" ”

Ren Chengzai thought about it and gave it a step. "If I were you, would you rent a house over there?"

Park Jung-hyuk recalled and exclaimed, "Uncle, I was working in Yeouido and went to live in Ilsan, isn't that too far?" ”

Ren Chengzai turned his chopsticks and knocked him on the head, "Ouch, silly boy, don't you know about current affairs?" The Dream Center on the other side of Hiyama is already up and running. In the future, most of MBC's programs will be recorded there, including the studio of your "Music Center". Which side do you say is close? ”

"Oh, that's right. Thank you, Uncle, I see. Park Jung-hyuk rubbed his head while scolding himself for being stupid.

In his previous life, when he watched MBC's variety shows, he knew that most of the programs were basically recorded in the Dream Center.

This did not change until 2015, when the MBC in the upper cavern was put into operation.

As a result, I was reborn in Korea in this life, and because of all the complicated things, I forgot about this.

Yeouido MBC is nothing more than an administrative headquarters. Compared to the TV system, the features are actually a bit outdated.

Later, when the MBC was built, it was even abandoned.

In this way, Ren Chengzai's construction is right, it must be better to find a house in Rishan.

With the goal direction, Park Jung-hyuk also had a matter on his mind. After eating, I thought that I had nowhere to go, so I still returned to the office of the program team.

As a result, here he saw Writer Yin, who looked groggy and groggy.

"Nuna, why are you here too?" Park Jung-hyuk asked with concern.

Writer Yin yawned and said angrily: "The construction site next to it is under construction, and it has been noisy since early in the morning, and it is annoying to death." I thought MBC would be quieter, but you little monkey still came to make noise. ”

Park Jung-hyuk was quick and poured her a glass of boiling water. "I don't have anything to do, so I thought I'd come and see, how can I help?"

As soon as he said it, Writer Yin seemed to remember something. "It just so happens that you're here, I'll take a trip to save it. Go to the logistics department and ask for A4 paper, which you will need for tomorrow's meeting. ”

"Eh, okay, I'll be right back." Park Jung-hyuk agreed, turned around and was about to leave.

"Slow down, slow down, that's what you're going to do?" Writer Yin stopped him.

Park Jung-hyuk thought about it carefully, didn't he just go to the logistics department to order paper, what else should he pay attention to?

As soon as Writer Yin saw his expression, he knew that he didn't understand anything. "Do you know that old witch in the logistics department is very picky? Guarded like an iron rooster. If you ask for something like that, she'll make sure she'll blow you out. ”

Park Jung-hyuk never expected that he would be so careless just to ask for a piece of paper. "Isn't it, paper is not valuable, so it is necessary to be so strict?"

"Cut? Do you know what this place is? This is MBC, it's a broadcasting agency. Do you know how much paper is consumed for a meeting of just one of our program groups? Yin Writer gave him a blank look, and then gestured with his hands to a thickness.

Looking at the distance between the palms of the two hands, it looks like it is almost ten centimeters.

This scared Park Jung-hyuk a lot, and finally understood why Writer Yoon was so strict.

Think about it, the program team must have a meeting to discuss various ideas. And in order to present a good creative effect, it is natural to implement it on paper.

This requires a lot of paper, not counting the shorthand at the time of recording, the arrangement of various tasks, the creative tips of the writer, etc., each of which is a large consumer of paper.

As long as you think about how many program groups and departments MBC has, you can understand how amazing the consumption of paper is.

This also reminded him of the TV series "Making Zuò People" he watched in his previous life, where the woman in charge of logistics was strict with the perverted Cheng Dù.

At the time, he thought it was an exaggeration of the TV series, and he did it in order to highlight the comedic effect.

Now after understanding the truth on the spot, I realized that everything was true.

Because once the paper is consumed too much, the above will definitely be held accountable. And the people in the logistics department are under a lot of pressure, which forces them to have to slam the door.

On TV, it's a war on paper.

After figuring it out, Park Jung-hyuk humbly asked for advice. "Nuna, what should I do to get the paper?"

Writer Yin swept him from head to toe, pursed his lips, and said very shockingly: "It's a pity that you are not handsome, otherwise you can be seduced." That old woman, except for being interested in handsome guys, it is difficult for her to let go. ”

Park Jung-hyuk was injured, holding his chest with his hands, very unconvinced. "Nuna, even if I'm not particularly handsome, I'm also very manly. How can it be so unbearable as you say? ”

"Masculine? Foot smells of it. Writer Yin spoke venomously and did not give him face at all.

"Look at your virtues, how many years have you been wearing your clothes? Did you buy it at Dongdaemun? Clothes that are less than 3,000 yuan, and you still want to pretend to be handsome? ”

"And your hairstyle, I guess it was cut in the filial son's cave."

It took Park Jung-hyuk to react for a long time, and the other party was holding the movie "Hyoja-dong Barber" to mock him.

The film, which was released last year, tells the story of a barber who accidentally became the president's royal barber in the 1960s.

Writer Yin is satirizing his old-fashioned hairstyle, no taste, and can't keep up with the times.

Park Jung-hyuk was completely angry, and the small universe in his chest completely exploded. Rolled up his sleeves, gritted his teeth and swore an oath: "I don't believe it, don't you just want to order paper, I won't be able to do it?" ”

Turning around, he glared at Writer Yin and asked, "Nuna, if I am going to get the paper, how will it be counted?" ”

Writer Yin was taken aback by his expression, and immediately responded: "If you really want the paper back, I will treat you to a barbecue in the evening." ”

As soon as he heard that he was eating barbecue, Park Jung-hyuk's combat effectiveness exploded all of a sudden.

The heroic and energetic spirit was high, just like the volunteers who crossed the Yalu River, and went straight to the logistics department.

Looking at his back as if he were at home, Writer Yin scratched his head and muttered, "Really, what kind of nerves?" It looks like he's going to join the army. The matter of bringing the woman a cup of coffee to solve it had to be so troublesome. ”

"Wait," Writer Yin suddenly screamed, and then beat his own head. "Gee, why did I agree to treat him to a barbecue? Pig head! How can you agree to someone else's conditions lightly? ”

Park Jung-hyuk didn't know that someone behind him was hanging his head and regretting it, anyway, the closer he was to the logistics department, the slower his pace became, and the weaker his momentum became.

Writer Yin described this place as a tiger's den in Longtan, which made him very nervous.