I Became a Producer Who Rewrites Idols

41 – Favorite Diet (1)

Afternoon Sweets members—Jo Min-joo, Afternoon Sweets manager—Ha Sang-ah, with Jo Min-ju’s maternal grandmother,

Jo Min-joo visited her original home.

Although Jo Min-joo indirectly saw and heard about her original home through manager Ha Sang-ah and [Exploration Tracking TODAY],

It was truly beyond imagination.

It made me wonder if this was actually a house where people lived.

“…… “The cleaning I did every day has become meaningless.”

Jo Min-joo let out her sigh.

The white-haired grandmother who was standing next to her even shed tears.

Jo Min-joo’s mother’s family also seemed to belatedly realize that Jo Min-ju’s mother was in a serious situation through the broadcast.

She said she just thought she lived like any other single-parent family.

It was difficult for her to take off her shoes and go in, so she just went in with her shoes on.

Jo Min-joo’s mother did not react in any way even when people came to visit her, and she just lay on her back on the floor.

“Mom… ….”

Jo Min-joo walked up to her mother, grabbed her shoulders and shook her.

Only then did Jo Min-joo’s mother notice that her daughter had arrived, and she narrowed her eyes.

“Where has this rotten Ji-bae gone all this time, leaving his mother behind!!”

“aaah… !!”

Jo Min-ju’s mother widened her eyes and raised her arms threateningly.

I quickly grabbed her arm and stopped her from slapping Jo Min-joo.

Jo Min-joo’s mother’s head turned towards me.

“You bastard, who are you?!”

Immediately after that,

Party—.

Jo Min-joo’s maternal grandmother slapped Jo Min-ju’s mother.

“Hey b*tch, who is this rotten supporter? Minju is only 18 years old, huh? “You’re doing so well, but you’re over 40, what are you doing now?”

“Uh, mom… ?”

Jo Min-joo’s mother placed her hand on her cheek and looked at her maternal grandmother.

It seemed like she didn’t know that her mother had also come.

“When you were young, I worked hard to keep from starving, but you’re just making a fuss because it’s not enough to treat your child well!”

“… ….”

Jo Min-joo’s mother kept her mouth shut at the shouts of her own mother.

Jo Min-joo carefully approached her mother once again and took her mother’s left hand.

“Mom…. I won’t tell you to look at your mom and go to work. So, let’s stop drinking and just clean the house, okay?”

“…… What am I doing now? “I’m doing this because I don’t know how to do anything and I’m scared of dying.”

“Why don’t I know how to do anything…?” . I learned everything about housework from my mom…….”

“Anyone can do housework….”

“Mom…. I’ll just be honest. I’m busy being an idol now. I don’t have time to take care of my mom. Today too, the uncle, or rather the producer, barely made time for me.”

Jo Min-joo swallowed her saliva once and continued her words.

“If you really don’t have the will to improve the current situation, I will pretend that my mother is dead and go out and live alone.”

“… ….”

Jo Min-joo’s maternal grandmother,

“If you continue to be like this, I will never see you again. Even if I die, you don’t have to hold my funeral. “Because I’m embarrassed to be seen by others.”

She heard it.

Even though her words were a bit harsh, they were an invitation to get treatment.

Jo Min-joo’s mother looked alternately at her own daughter and her own mother.

In fact, as Jo Min-ju said, with her busy schedule as an idol, it was difficult for her to have time for conversation like today.

However, there are limits to what manager Nana Ha Sang-ah, who is a stranger, can persuade.

If it seems difficult to persuade her in the future, unfortunately, she has no choice but to proceed with a lawsuit for deprivation of parental rights.

“… Okay. I’ll give it a try. I don’t know if it will work out…….”

Although I blurted out the words, I was still successful in persuading him.

Jo Min-joo hugged her mother, her tears pouring out.

Manager Ha Sang-ah, who was standing next to me, seemed a little moved and wiped away her tears with a handkerchief.

“By the way, Minjoo, is this handsome man here your lover?”

… Suddenly, Jo Min-joo’s maternal grandmother pointed to her blade with her chin and asked Jo Min-ju.

She said earlier that she was definitely a producer.

I guess he was old and didn’t understand what a producer was.

“Um… ….”

Jo Min-ju finished hugging her mother and stood up.

Is she worried about how to explain the producer in charge?

“I am the only one.”

“Yes… ? I’m not sure what that means. “Anyway, I’d like to see Halmi appear on Minjoo TV, so why don’t you let me know when she’ll appear?”

“Yes, grandmother.”

After that, Jo Min-ju put her mother in her car,

She was moved to a hospital specializing in alcohol addiction treatment.

*

Two weeks later, it was mid-September, and the hot weather still continued.

I wish the weather would know about my reality of having to work in a full suit.

Afternoon sweets overcame the scandal and enjoyed greater popularity than before.

In fact, this scandal was a necessary process for Ohu Sweets to become a nationally famous celebrity, even in the [Idol Producing] Game.

It was a difficult time for Jo Min-joo and Goo Ga-eun, but you can see from their settlement that their popularity has increased as a result.

“Jeon Pro, do you have time to take on another idol group?”

Office 302.

Today, it just so happened that it was just me, producer Hyun-ho Cho, and producer Geun-young Jeon.

“Ah, yes! Do you have afternoon sweets… ?”

“Yes, now all I have to do is maintain it, so I’m going to leave it to the pro.”

“Okay! “Professor Lim, what do you plan to do now?”

“Of course I have to work on a new project.”

“Oh!”

Producer Cho Hyun-ho, who had been silently looking at the computer monitor, also turned his chair towards me.

He seemed curious about my new project.

“I still don’t know exactly how the project will proceed.”

“Oh, really?”

“Well, I’m thinking of producing again the kid I took on three years ago.”

“I see.”

Producer Jeon Geun-young nodded.

The child that Executive Director Yeom Chang-ho talked about three years ago.

Someone looked up my past records.

And the moment I found out who that child was three years ago, I couldn’t believe my eyes.

Yeomseonjeong.

She was the biological daughter of Executive Director Yeom Chang-ho.

Although her name was written differently on her documents, there was no way I could forget that face in her profile photo.

Because she is my favorite.

The reason why Executive Director Yeom Chang-ho disliked me was found in Yeom Seon-jeong’s past records.

She didn’t want to be accused of getting into Lucky Seven through her father, so she passed the audition under a false name.

So, even though she was the daughter of a managing director, her past ‘me’ in her second year was able to produce her.

The problem is, ‘me’ in the past ruined Yeom Seon-jeong’s production.

The project was terminated as it did not pass the final inspection.

Eventually, she began to doubt her own abilities and abandoned her dreams and returned home.

… This was the reason her father, Executive Director Yeom Chang-ho, came to hate me.

“I’ll go to the headquarters manager’s office for a moment.”

“Yes!”

But I wanted to somehow raise my favorite cat, Yeom Seon-jeong, with my own hands.

So she left office number 302 and headed to the division manager’s office where Executive Director Yeom Chang-ho would be.

I made an appointment in advance through Manager Ko Kang-tae.

Knock knock, knock on the luxurious-looking wooden door, and a voice from inside says, “Come in.” I heard a voice say.

When I opened the door to the general manager’s office and entered, I bowed my head politely and said hello.

“Yes, you said you had something to tell me. Sit down.”

“Yes.”

I put my butt on the sofa I had sat on once before.

Director Yeom Chang-ho also sat on the sofa across from me.

He was still a scary-looking middle-aged man.

“So, what’s going on?”

“It’s a bit difficult to tell…. That… …. “I’m talking about Mr. Seon-seon.”

Executive Director Yeom Chang-ho’s eyebrows twitched once.

His face was stiff, as if he was trying to maintain his composure as much as possible.

“…… “Why Seon Seon?”

Still, it seemed like he didn’t want to overtly show favoritism to her because she was his daughter.

Anyway, from the Lucky Seven Entertainment company’s point of view, even though Yeomseon is her own daughter, she is ultimately only her past practice birthday.

“I want to produce again.”

“What…?” ?”

Executive Director Yeom Chang-ho is glaring at me fiercely.

It wasn’t unreasonable to think that he was shamelessly coming out after already ruining everything.

No matter how much you distinguish between public and private matters, you can’t just be cold-hearted when it’s your daughter’s business.

… To be honest, I feel unfairly treated as well.

How many people did ‘I’ in the past ruin?

f*ck, I never imagined that Choi would quit being a trainee.

“It’s not like it used to be. “I may not trust you, but please trust me just this once, Director.”

She bent her back so that her forehead touched her knees.

If they didn’t give me permission to do this, there was nothing I could do.

Even though Yeom Seon-jeon is her favorite, she can’t just cling to him.

Executive Director Yeom Chang-ho sighed deeply and said.

“I no longer doubt Producer Lim’s skills. “Because the performance proves it.”

“Thank you.”

Did you doubt it before? .

Well, none of the projects I did in the past worked out properly.

“I actually don’t really want to make my daughter a celebrity. Honestly, if you stay in this industry for a long time, you see a lot of dirty things.”

“… Yes.”

“Still, he auditioned while changing his name, and since he passed fair and square, he thought he would sell it.”

“… Yes.”

However, because of the sloppy production done by ‘me’ in the past, her daughter’s life became a mess.

Executive Director Yeom Chang-ho seemed to want to say that.

Actually, Yeom Seon-jeong was not very difficult to produce.

At least in the [Idol Producing] Game.

Of course, newbies are not characters that can easily achieve their goals.

It wasn’t difficult enough to fail the first test, the final inspection.

… In other words, the ‘me’ of the past had producing skills worse than that of a newbie.

“I’m asking you as the child’s father, not as a managing director. She doesn’t want to be a huge star. I just wish they could at least act like a human being….”

“I understand.”

First of all, permission to re-produce was obtained.

But what does it mean to ask to be allowed to act as a minimal human being?

You will find out when you meet.

“Would you like the Executive Director to contact Seon Seon to come here? Or me?”

Producer Yeom Chang-ho shook his head.

What is it?

Yeom Seon-yeon, whether she is in room 302 or the head office, she has to come here so I can interview her.

“You have to go in person. “I drive.”

Without even knowing what was going on, I went somewhere with Executive Director Yeom Chang-ho, riding in the passenger seat of his car.

He parked his car in the parking lot of an expensive-looking apartment complex and told me to follow him.

I followed behind him and found myself in front of the front door of a house.

“This is…” ?”

“My house.”

Anxiety spread rapidly.

No way, probably not.

I hoped not.

When Executive Director Yeom Chang-ho placed his fingerprint on the electronic door lock, the front door opened.

I carefully took off my shoes and went inside.

It seemed like no one was inside, but he walked out of the house in stride.

A door was wide open.

A light that does not light up.

White light emitting from a computer monitor.

Wag-wag-wag-wag, the sound of biting a potato chip with one’s teeth.

I closed my eyes.

This couldn’t have been reality.

I wanted to deny it.

The idol that comes to mind is Yeom Seon-jeong,

With shiny pink hair,

Has a smooth and sharp jawline,

With a lean body that falls out and comes out,

She had attractive fingers as thin as corn.

In the [Idol Producing] Game, Yeom Seon-jeong was a solo idol who competed with visuals and vocals.

She stood on the stage, sometimes singing sad songs, sometimes singing cheerful songs.

Seonjeong called himself a producer, and I, who was also called that by others, liked Illere enough to ask for a commission and give him money.

So, if I had the chance, now that I have entered the [Idol Producing] Game, I wanted to foster Yeom Seon-jeong, my favorite character.

So she came into her room now….

The shiny pink hair was matted, with only traces of pink remaining, as almost all of the dye had been lost.

Her smooth, sharp jawline disappeared, replaced by two round chins.

The body that had been losing weight was replaced with fat bulging in all sorts of places.

The thin fingers, like corn, were transformed into hands that looked like Doraemon’s hands or boxing gloves.

“…… “Director, who is this woman?”

“Our daughter, Seonjeongi.”

“… ….”

I wondered if she might be Yeom Seon-jeong’s sister, so I asked Executive Director Yeom Chang-ho.

Only the despairing reality was confirmed.

She sat on her chair, popped her potato chips into her mouth, and drank her cola generously.

Kkeok—,

She even burped and was so absorbed in the computer monitor that she didn’t even know that the executive director and I were looking into the room.

“This is ridiculous. “You idiots~”

Is this what it feels like to see your first love in a brothel?

She turned her head and looked at Executive Director Yeom Chang-ho’s face.

There was no appearance of the managing director who usually looked scary,

He only had the expression of a head of a family with complicated feelings about his daughter.

“Do you have something to say…? .”

“… ….”

In the words of Executive Director Yeom Chang-ho, I said,

She got down on her knees.

“I’m sorry…” .”

When I thought that something had happened because of ‘me’ in the past, I was angry to the core.

Well, I didn’t want to accept this reality.

The reality that my favorite character has become a pig.