From A Producer To A Global Superstar-Chapter 247: Welcome to DM

The atmosphere between them had slowly relaxed.

The tension from earlier was gone, replaced by quiet curiosity and cautious interest.

Dayo sat comfortably across from Min-ji, watching her closely as she stirred her drink absentmindedly. She looked calm on the surface, but her eyes carried questions she was clearly holding back.

After a moment, she finally spoke.

"I did some research on you," Min-ji said.

Dayo smiled slightly. "I figured."

She raised an eyebrow. "You are not even surprised?"

"Not really," he replied. "I did my own research on you too."

That caught her attention.

She leaned back in her chair. "Oh really? What did you find?"

Dayo chuckled. "You want the short version or the long one?"

Minji smiled faintly. "Hmm just start anywhere."

He nodded. "I found someone who loves acting more than fame. Someone who has talent but was never truly given room to grow. Someone patient enough to endure silence for two years without losing herself."

Minji looked away for a second, then laughed softly her cheeks felt warm from this. "That sounds nicer than what the industry would say."

"The industry rarely sees people," Dayo replied. "It only sees profit."

She studied him for a moment before speaking again.

"What surprised me," Min-ji said, "was that you are not just a director."

Dayo tilted his head slightly. "Oh really twll me more."

She smiled. "You are a musician," she continued. "An athlete. You swim professionally. You produce music. And now you are producing films."

She shook her head slowly. "Do you know how impossible that sounds?"

He laughed quietly. "I hear that a lot."

"How do you do it?" she asked honestly. "People spend their entire lives trying to master just one of those things. You are doing all of them. And not badly. You are doing them well no sorry not well exceptionally good."

Dayo exhaled and leaned back with a smile on his face I mean who doesn’t like hearing good words about themselves.

"I do not see them as different things," he said. "To me, they are all forms of expression. Music. Sports. Film. They all come from discipline and passion."

Min-ji frowned slightly. "So it just comes naturally?"

"Not exactly," Dayo said. "I work hard. Very hard. But I only work on things I truly love. That makes the effort feel lighter."

She nodded slowly. "That makes sense."

They continued talking.

Dayo asked about her early years. About her first audition. About the role that made her fall in love with acting.

Min-ji talked carefully at first, but gradually opened up.

She spoke about rejection. About being overlooked. About being praised but never trusted with important roles.

"I know I am capable," she said quietly. "But capability alone is never enough here."

Dayo listened without interrupting.

When the food arrived, the conversation softened. They talked about simple things. Favorite meals. Travel. Places they wanted to visit.

For the first time in a long while, Min-ji felt like she was not being evaluated.

This was one of Dayo’s skills he has learnt over the years and that was to open someone up just through simple conversation.

After they finished eating, Dayo wiped his hands lightly and leaned forward.

"Alright," he said calmly. "Now we should talk business."

Minji straightened immediately. "Finally."

Dayo reached into his bag and pulled out a folder.

"Before I explain anything," he said, "I want you to read this."

He slid the folder across the table.

Minji looked at the title first.

Ms. Ignition.

She smiled. "Nice name."

She opened the script and began reading.

At first, she read casually.

Then her expression changed.

Minutes passed.

She kept turning pages, completely silent.

Dayo watched her patiently.

About twenty minutes later, she suddenly looked up.

"Oh my God," she said breathlessly.

Dayo raised his hand slightly. "Calm down."

She laughed nervously. "I am sorry. This is just... this is incredible."

She looked back down at the script. "This character. This story. This role..."

She shook her head slowly. "How did you come up with this?"

"This script," Dayo said evenly, "belongs to you."

Minji froze.

"What do you mean?"

"If you work with me," he continued, "you will star in this project."

She swallowed hard.

"I want to," she said immediately. "I really want to. But my agency..."

"And the issue of the cast," she added quickly. "You do not have the cast."

Dayo smiled slightly. "I thought you might say that."

He took out his phone and tapped the screen.

Then he turned it toward her.

A video played.

Min-ji leaned forward instinctively.

On the screen were actors.

Auditioning.

Performing scenes.

Training.

Reading scripts.

Her eyes widened.

"Wait," she said slowly. "This is... this is Train to Busan script."

Dayo nodded.

She stared at the screen in disbelief.

"How?" she asked. "How did this not reach the industry ears? Something like this cannot stay hidden."

Her expression was beyond shocked and disbelief the industry was were almost no secret could be kept something like should have reached the agencies ears but it didn’t.

How?

"That is because," Dayo said calmly, "they do not know where to look."

He paused before continuing.

"I have my own agency," he said. "It has been hidden for a long time."

Minji turned to him sharply. "You have an agency?"

"Yes."

"For how long?"

"Two years."

Her mouth fell slightly open.

"Two years ago," Dayo continued, "I came to Korea quietly. I held auditions. I selected people with potential. I trained them. I prepared them."

He gestured toward the screen. "These are my actors."

Minji sat back slowly.

"This is insane," she muttered.

"I needed this to happen," Dayo said. "The industry is greedy. Reckless. Predictable. I prepared because I knew something like this would eventually happen."

She looked at him with new eyes.

"You are dangerous," she said quietly.

He smiled. "I prefer prepared."

She crossed her arms, thinking.

"You really have everything in place," she admitted.

"I do," Dayo said.

She sighed. "You are making this very hard to refuse."

"So," he asked, "what is your take?"

Min-ji hesitated. "I want to do it. But there is something else."

"What is it?" Dayo asked smiling like he already knew what she wanted to say.

"My agency will never allow this," she said. "If I say yes, they might ban me completely."

"I understand," Dayo replied.

She looked at him carefully. "So what happens then?"

"If you agree," he said, "you sign with my agency."

Her eyes widened. "Your agency?"

"Yes."

"You will protect me?"

"Yes."

"You will handle everything?"

"Yes."

"And I will not lack roles?" she asked quietly looking straight at Dayo.

Dayo met her gaze. "I promise you that."

She went silent.

Her mind raced.

Finally, she exhaled.

"Let me think about it," she said.

Dayo nodded. "Take your time."

She stood up slowly.

As she walked away, Dayo watched her with a calm expression.

And she walked back immediately.

"Alright i am in." She said slowly.

"Welcome," he said softly, "to DM Agency."

Minji did not answer.

But for the first time in two years, her heart felt alive again.