Peninsula: From a supporting actor to the best actor in Chungmuro

Chapter 9 Lady Brother

On the night of the premiere of "Macbeth", the official website of the Sunrise Theatre was paralyzed for two hours.

The ticketing system showed that all 2400 tickets for the three shows were sold out a week before the opening, but there were still audiences huddled in blankets in front of the theater steps, holding up signboards saying "Tickets Requested" until three in the morning.

three days later.

The whiteboard in the SEM company's conference room was covered with scarlet writing:
【Statistics of the three performances from April 4.27th to April 4.29th】

Occupancy rate: 100%/100%/100%
Media exposure: 18 (including SBS special reports)

Online discussion: Naver real-time trending search TOP3 cumulative 9 hours
Jin Meihui tapped the whiteboard heavily with the tip of her pen:

"Even after adding four rows of folding chairs to the auditorium, it still wasn't enough. People from the Ministry of Culture had to squeeze into the fire escape to watch the entire show."

Hwang Jung-min crosses his legs and eats an apple:

"Those old stubborn guys aren't asleep?"

"The only one asleep is your son."

The crew of "International Market" has finished filming in Thailand and all the crew members have returned to Busan to continue filming.

Hwang Jung-min rushed back when the director had a day off.

"The requests for encores we've received so far—"

Jin Meihui lowered her head and flipped through the application form: "The Chung-Ang University Drama Club is applying for a charity performance, and the Busan Culture Center has invited us to tour."

Huang Zhengmin suddenly sneered:
"Wow, who said the localized Macbeth would flop?"

"It's you." Jin Meihui said without raising her head.

"..."

Kang Jae-hoon huddled at the end of the conference table, trying to suppress his laughter, but Hwang Jung-min's death stare forced him to straighten his lips.

"That president."

Jin Dayuan suddenly raised his hand: "I'm applying to schedule the encore until after June!"

Jin Meihui raised her eyebrows and said:
"reason?"

"The media is all digging up photos of Kang Jae-hoon in women's clothing right now. He needs to take on new work while the going gets tough so he can make a transition."

Jin Dayuan read out the industry invitations that the traffic feedback brought to Jiang Zaixun on the tablet:
"MBC sitcom invited me to play a transvestite bartender, and SBS morning drama has a personality turned murderer."

"KBS's 'Acting Salon' invited him to talk about his experience in cross-dressing; Olive TV asked him to demonstrate a lady's gait."

"There's also the late-night variety show 'Dating Party', which has a seven-figure advertising fee."

"I pushed them all away."

Huang Zhengmin frowned and threw the apple core accurately into the trash can:

"If you want to transform, find a proper job and stop messing around with these weird things."

"You're right."

Jin Dayuan suddenly put his arm around Jiang Zaixun's shoulders and said, "I'll take him to eat something good to nourish his brain."

"...?"

"Zai Xunxi, there are fan letters!"

When passing by the front desk, the receptionist called out to Jiang Jae-hoon.

"Oh?"

Jiang Zaixun took the cardboard box.

It was filled with handwritten letters and gifts, and on top was a crumpled bag of instant coffee with a sticky note with crooked handwriting:

[Jaehoon oppa's lady crying scene made me give up the idea of ​​plastic surgery. It turns out that single eyelids can also look good TT]

Jiang Zaixun was showing off while holding the instant coffee packaging bag given by fans:
"It seems my single eyelids are going to set a trend."

Jin Dayuan suddenly took away the coffee bag:

"Wake up, the last time the entire Korean Internet praised someone with single eyelids was Rain, and that was in 2004."

"At least the audience remembers my role"

"Remember the women's clothing!"

"elder brother--"

"Shut up and get in the car."

Kim Dae-won stuffed Kang Jae-hoon into the back seat of a second-hand Kia, and the fan gift box was stuck in the gap of the car door.

Jiang Zaixun leaned against the car window and shouted, "The box is going to be crushed!"

"It's just right to flatten it, so you don't have to use a high school girl's gift as a medal."

"..."

The range hood at Chenghao Fried Chicken Shop was rumbling.

Park Sung-ho saw the two figures through the glass window, picked up the colander and banged it on the counter:
"Hey, the lady has arrived——"

Jiang Zaixun didn't care about his teasing and greeted him with a smile:
"Brother, didn't you use my stills as a promotional stand today?"

"A drunkard broke it yesterday, and I'm redoing it now."

Jin Dayuan kicked aside the creaking plastic chair and sat down, tapping the table with his fingers:

"Give him a bowl of ginseng chicken soup."

Park Sung-ho's eyes widened, and he picked up the colander and pointed at the sign:

"My sign says fried chicken! Fried! Chicken! The kitchen doesn't even have a casserole!"

"Then buy it now."

"Ah Xi, ladies should drink ginseng chicken soup for nourishment, right?"

Park Sung-ho turned around and lifted the kitchen curtain while cursing.

Jiang Zaixun leaned over the counter and shouted at him:
"Put more bean sprouts, bro!"

"Bullshit! We have to go to the vegetable market next door to pick the bean sprouts!"

"..."

Jiang Zaixun returned to his seat and suddenly thought of the bank clerk and asked:
"Brother, that girl you were at the social last week..." "It's over. That woman said I looked like a protection racketeer because I was holding a toothpick in my mouth."

Jiang Zaixun opened the disposable chopsticks and said:
"Isn't it?"

He knew why Jin Dayuan always held a toothpick in his mouth - imitating Xiao Ma Ge.

"I said I'm a legitimate agent," Jin Dayuan suddenly pinched his throat and imitated a woman's voice, "Hey, how many artists do you have under your management?"

"What did you say, brother?"

"Half."

Jiang Zaixun's chopsticks froze in mid-air: "I am... half?"

"if not?"

As the two were chatting, the glass door was flung open and a man in a plaid shirt rushed in clutching a briefcase.

"Brother Chenghao, thirty soy fried chickens!"

Park Chenghao lifted the curtain and looked out, grinning:
"Assistant Director Li is here to feed the crew again?"

"Well, foreigners are picky. They insist fried chicken and beer are the only way to taste Korean."

When Park Sung-ho turned around, he winked at Kim Dae-won and raised his chin towards the man in the plaid shirt.

Jin Dayuan understood immediately, and immediately walked over with a toothpick in his mouth, and pulled the chair opposite Assistant Director Li away:

"Which team are you in, bro? Ordering thirty pieces of fried chicken is really generous."

"Despicable Me 2 Korean dubbing team."

"Oh, ordering supper for those voice actors?"

Jin Dayuan took out a Dunhill and handed it over: "Will the second part still be dubbed by the original cast?"

"Fuck you!"

Assistant Director Li took the cigarette, cursing and loosening his tie:

"The budget was cut in half, the original voice actor left because he didn't get paid enough, and now everyone is being forced to do the job."

Jin Dayuan's lighter stopped in mid-air.

Jiang Zaixun's chopsticks fell to the table with a "click".

Assistant Director Li lit up a cigarette and took a long drag. "Those foreigners are stingy. Their offer is not even half the price of dubbing a local TV series. The budget for Gru's dubbing is only this much—"

He raised a finger.

"Ten million?"

Assistant Director Li sneered:

"One million! Big-name voice actors think the money is too little, newcomers think they don't have enough exposure, and directors are going crazy."

"Can newcomers try it?"

"Of course." Assistant Director Li lowered his voice, "Anyway, animation audiences only recognize the IP, not the characters."

"What a coincidence!"

Jin Dayuan slapped his thigh and pointed at Jiang Zaixun: "Do you think my brother is good? He is cheap and useful."

Assistant Director Li turned his head to look at Jiang Zaixun, who had inexplicably straightened his back:

"Looks familiar, who are you?"

"Hello Assistant Director Li, my name is Jiang Zaixun, and I am SEM."

"Ah! Lady brother!"

Jiang Jae-hoon: “……?”

What a strange name!?
"...Just call me by my name."

"How about a scene where Gru scolds the Minions?"

Assistant Director Li opened his phone, pulled out the audition clip and handed it over.

Jiang Zaixun silently read the lines for a while, then took a sip of ice water to clear his throat:

"You banana-headed idiots! If you mess up again, I'll put you in a rocket and send you to the moon!"

When he spoke, his voice was rough and hoarse, like sandpaper grinding against rust:

"Banana head? I'm praising you! At least bananas can be fed to dogs--"

The ending note suddenly rose, and the hoarse voice burst out with a three-point madness:
"And you! Are worse than shit!!"

Assistant Director Li shook off half of his cigarette ash.

Jiang Zaixun suddenly stopped talking, scratched his head and smiled foolishly:
"Isn't that too fierce?"

"No, not fierce! Just right!"

Assistant Director Li took back his phone and pulled up another line and handed it over:

"Another part to comfort my daughter!"

Jiang Zaixun's shoulders suddenly relaxed, and he murmured in a whisper as if trying to soothe Huang Zaiyu to sleep:
"Bananas are so expensive...eat them sparingly, because Daddy has to steal the moon tomorrow~"

His ending tone was sticky and sounded very gentle.

Assistant Director Li put out his cigarette and squinted at him:
"Brother Lady is quite capable."

He tore off the menu and wrote down his address and phone number: "Come to Apgujeong Recording Studio for a sound check the day after tomorrow."

Jiang Zaixun immediately bowed ninety degrees:

"Thank you!"

The glass door dinged, and Assistant Director Li walked to the door carrying fried chicken, turned around and added:

"Brother Lady, remember to bring throat lozenges the day after tomorrow."

Jiang Zaixun almost choked: "My name is Jiang Zaixun..."

"I know, I know. See you the day after tomorrow!"

(End of this chapter)