Chapter 53: (2) - The Mysterious Art Museum
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Chapter 53 (2) - The Mysterious Art Museum
Stop it, since when have you cared about that?
Giggle, hey, but how much can I spend?
Just spend it roughly. I don't know about that stuff.
Man, I cant believe Im paying for a meal for 11 people. Never even imagined it. These days, a serving of pork belly costs about 20,000 won When did pork belly become so expensive?
Assuming two servings per person, thats 264,000 won for just the meat. Adding meals, drinks, and sodas, it would come to about 400,000 won. Maybe even over 500,000.
Youngju rolls her eyes and snatches the credit card from my trembling hand, chuckling.
Ill try to keep it under 400,000 won.
Phew, thats my friend.
I wave to Youngju and turn around.
Hey, go ahead. Have a good meal and see you tomorrow.
Hurry up and leave.
I feel like I'm about to cry.This chapter is updated by nov(e)(l)biin.com
400,000 won. I can't believe I'm spending 400,000 won on people who arent even my family.
Ah, should I think of them as family since were working together, even if its just for a while?
Yeah, lets have a mental victory.
My juniors are my family for three months, its not regrettable. Not at all.
After Youngju leaves, Im alone in the studio.
I stick the prepared paper onto the wall.
I climbed a short ladder to attach six large sheets of paper and started attaching the board members' photos from the right corner.
Some at the front.
Some at the very back.
Some in the corner.
Some in the center.
And I take out a pencil to write down their characteristics observed in the board meeting under the photos.
It would be nice to know their names, but without them, I write the characteristics under the photos with the same number.
A-1
Has a small face for a man.
I sit at my desk, looking at the layout on the paper, and mutter.
Once Youngju calculates the exact ceiling width with isometric, Ill shoot my painting onto the ceiling and have the juniors draw it exactly as it is, right?
First, I will draw on a canvas.
The canvas is square, and the ceiling is round. There will definitely be some leftover space at the edges, and I need to think about how to cover that up. That would probably be the last part of the work, so its not an immediate worry.
I interlock my fingers and stretch, then smile broadly.
Alright, shall we start? Up to here with Klimts hints, and from now on, its my own method.
You can imitate a method, but you cant copy a work.
Its not just plagiarism, but also something an artists pride cant tolerate.
Now, its time to paint my own picture.
**
The next day, in the studio.
Youngju, who no longer goes to the Seoul City Art Museum, parked her car early in the morning in front of the studio.
Huh?
The studio door is open. Youngju, squinting her eyes, grumbles.
Jung-hoon, this guy, theres plenty of materials bought in advance for the office, and he leaves the door open? If anything's missing, he's dead today, really.
Irritated, Young-ju flings open the half-open studio door and her eyes widen.
What, what is this?
An obviously unfinished painting.
But the quality of the work in progress is indescribably excellent.
On the 200-size canvas, the faces of the people pre-arranged in the layout seem to float, looking as if photos were directly pasted, so lifelike.
Swallowing hard, Young-ju walks up to the painting and mutters.
Crazy, Jung-hoon, this guy. I knew he was good, but this good?
As she says the name 'Jung-hoon', Young-ju suddenly remembers the current situation and looks around. She finds him sprawled in a corner chair, fast asleep.
She quietly observed Jung-hoon and then went to her car to get a blanket from the back seat. Returning, she gently covered the sleeping Jeong-hoon, taking care not to wake him.
Quietly placing her bag down, Young-ju once again looked at the large canvas and chuckled as she gazed at the sleeping Jeong-hoon with a newfound appreciation.
"It seems like I made a good choice choosing the president."
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Chapter 53 (2) - The Mysterious Art Museum
Stop it, since when have you cared about that?
Giggle, hey, but how much can I spend?
Just spend it roughly. I don't know about that stuff.
Man, I cant believe Im paying for a meal for 11 people. Never even imagined it. These days, a serving of pork belly costs about 20,000 won When did pork belly become so expensive?
Assuming two servings per person, thats 264,000 won for just the meat. Adding meals, drinks, and sodas, it would come to about 400,000 won. Maybe even over 500,000.
Youngju rolls her eyes and snatches the credit card from my trembling hand, chuckling.
Ill try to keep it under 400,000 won.
Phew, thats my friend.
I wave to Youngju and turn around.
Hey, go ahead. Have a good meal and see you tomorrow.
Hurry up and leave.
I feel like I'm about to cry.This chapter is updated by nov(e)(l)biin.com
400,000 won. I can't believe I'm spending 400,000 won on people who arent even my family.
Ah, should I think of them as family since were working together, even if its just for a while?
Yeah, lets have a mental victory.
My juniors are my family for three months, its not regrettable. Not at all.
After Youngju leaves, Im alone in the studio.
I stick the prepared paper onto the wall.
I climbed a short ladder to attach six large sheets of paper and started attaching the board members' photos from the right corner.
Some at the front.
Some at the very back.
Some in the corner.
Some in the center.
And I take out a pencil to write down their characteristics observed in the board meeting under the photos.
It would be nice to know their names, but without them, I write the characteristics under the photos with the same number.
A-1
Has a small face for a man.
I sit at my desk, looking at the layout on the paper, and mutter.
Once Youngju calculates the exact ceiling width with isometric, Ill shoot my painting onto the ceiling and have the juniors draw it exactly as it is, right?
First, I will draw on a canvas.
The canvas is square, and the ceiling is round. There will definitely be some leftover space at the edges, and I need to think about how to cover that up. That would probably be the last part of the work, so its not an immediate worry.
I interlock my fingers and stretch, then smile broadly.
Alright, shall we start? Up to here with Klimts hints, and from now on, its my own method.
You can imitate a method, but you cant copy a work.
Its not just plagiarism, but also something an artists pride cant tolerate.
Now, its time to paint my own picture.
**
The next day, in the studio.
Youngju, who no longer goes to the Seoul City Art Museum, parked her car early in the morning in front of the studio.
Huh?
The studio door is open. Youngju, squinting her eyes, grumbles.
Jung-hoon, this guy, theres plenty of materials bought in advance for the office, and he leaves the door open? If anything's missing, he's dead today, really.
Irritated, Young-ju flings open the half-open studio door and her eyes widen.
What, what is this?
An obviously unfinished painting.
But the quality of the work in progress is indescribably excellent.
On the 200-size canvas, the faces of the people pre-arranged in the layout seem to float, looking as if photos were directly pasted, so lifelike.
Swallowing hard, Young-ju walks up to the painting and mutters.
Crazy, Jung-hoon, this guy. I knew he was good, but this good?
As she says the name 'Jung-hoon', Young-ju suddenly remembers the current situation and looks around. She finds him sprawled in a corner chair, fast asleep.
She quietly observed Jung-hoon and then went to her car to get a blanket from the back seat. Returning, she gently covered the sleeping Jeong-hoon, taking care not to wake him.
Quietly placing her bag down, Young-ju once again looked at the large canvas and chuckled as she gazed at the sleeping Jeong-hoon with a newfound appreciation.
"It seems like I made a good choice choosing the president."
Read ahead by supporting me on Ko-fi
.
Chapter 53 2 - The Mysterious Art MuseumStop it, since when have you cared about that?Giggle, hey, but how much can I spend?Just spend it roughly. I don't know about that stuff.Man, I cant believe Im paying for a meal for 11 people. Never even imagined it. These days, a serving of pork belly costs about 20,000 won When did pork belly become so expensive?Assuming two servings per person, thats 264,000 won for just the meat. Adding meals, drinks, and sodas, it would come to about 400,000 won. Maybe even over 500,000.Youngju rolls her eyes and snatches the credit card from my trembling hand, chuckling.Ill try to keep it under 400,000 won.Phew, thats my friend.I wave to Youngju and turn around.Hey, go ahead. Have a good meal and see you tomorrow.Hurry up and leave.I feel like I'm about to cry.This chapter is updated by novelbiin.com400,000 won. I can't believe I'm spending 400,000 won on people who arent even my family.Ah, should I think of them as family since were working together, even if its just for a while?Yeah, lets have a mental victory.My juniors are my family for three months, its not regrettable. Not at all.After Youngju leaves, Im alone in the studio.I stick the prepared paper onto the wall.I climbed a short ladder to attach six large sheets of paper and started attaching the board members' photos from the right corner.Some at the front.Some at the very back.Some in the corner.Some in the center.And I take out a pencil to write down their characteristics observed in the board meeting under the photos.It would be nice to know their names, but without them, I write the characteristics under the photos with the same number.A-1Has a small face for a man.I sit at my desk, looking at the layout on the paper, and mutter.Once Youngju calculates the exact ceiling width with isometric, Ill shoot my painting onto the ceiling and have the juniors draw it exactly as it is, right?First, I will draw on a canvas.The canvas is square, and the ceiling is round. There will definitely be some leftover space at the edges, and I need to think about how to cover that up. That would probably be the last part of the work, so its not an immediate worry.I interlock my fingers and stretch, then smile broadly.Alright, shall we start? Up to here with Klimts hints, and from now on, its my own method.You can imitate a method, but you cant copy a work.Its not just plagiarism, but also something an artists pride cant tolerate.Now, its time to paint my own picture.**The next day, in the studio.Youngju, who no longer goes to the Seoul City Art Museum, parked her car early in the morning in front of the studio.Huh?The studio door is open. Youngju, squinting her eyes, grumbles.Jung-hoon, this guy, theres plenty of materials bought in advance for the office, and he leaves the door open? If anything's missing, he's dead today, really.Irritated, Young-ju flings open the half-open studio door and her eyes widen.What, what is this?An obviously unfinished painting.But the quality of the work in progress is indescribably excellent.On the 200-size canvas, the faces of the people pre-arranged in the layout seem to float, looking as if photos were directly pasted, so lifelike.Swallowing hard, Young-ju walks up to the painting and mutters.Crazy, Jung-hoon, this guy. I knew he was good, but this good?As she says the name 'Jung-hoon', Young-ju suddenly remembers the current situation and looks around. She finds him sprawled in a corner chair, fast asleep.She quietly observed Jung-hoon and then went to her car to get a blanket from the back seat. Returning, she gently covered the sleeping Jeong-hoon, taking care not to wake him.Quietly placing her bag down, Young-ju once again looked at the large canvas and chuckled as she gazed at the sleeping Jeong-hoon with a newfound appreciation."It seems like I made a good choice choosing the president."Read ahead by supporting me on Ko-fi.
