# 268
The legend of regression,
episode 268. At the gallery (2)
“Aunt. The verbal contract has already ended, but suddenly another buyer… I don’t think it’s polite.”
“I’m sorry, Joohee. That’s why I had to spend even a penny more. Money has dried up in my pocket these days. Your son almost robbed you and mortgaged your house.”
“Anyway, this isn’t it. There are years I’ve known since my mother…”
“So I haven’t signed a contract yet. Until I go, Seobang Zhang will be wasting time. It belongs to me, so I have to stamp it.”
A finely aged woman in her early 70s held Jeon Joo-hee’s hand and said sorry over and over again.
‘A foxy old woman!’
Although he was a friend of his mother, he failed to build trust in the upper classes.
With a beautiful face, he pushed his wife away and took her place.
And he took a share of his fortune and set up a gallery.
The smell of money was amazing, but my son was an idiot.
Mrs. Hong In-dae, whose main wife was unable to give birth to children.
After giving birth to a son, the appearance of making loud noises disappeared.
Even for the upper class, if a project worth more than 100 billion units failed, it would be a big blow.
“Your father is also very interested.”
“okay? I know Chairman Jeon doesn’t have much interest in art…”
Hong In-dae’s wife smiled.
Through the information source, I knew that Jeon Joo-hee was aiming for the gallery.
It was sold at a bargain price, but the pride was still alive.
“We are preparing an art museum as a social project in solidarity. That’s why we need a lot of works.”
He told me secret information that was spreading quietly.
“I heard a rumor, is it true?”
‘Tsk. That’s what ruined me!’
Jeon Joo-hee clicked her tongue when she saw Mrs. Hong In-dae, whose eyes were full of greed.
“I said group level.”
Still, I tried to persuade him by suppressing his anger.
I had to hit it cheaply so that I could get points from my father, the chairman.
After leaving the gallery, he aimed for the position of director of social work that would follow.
Once he became a director, he could retain his position until his death.
It’s not such a big business, but there was quite a lot of falling beans.
It was also intended to be used as a storage for group slush funds.
But things went wrong as planned.
“I should have said it earlier~ Ehh. If only I hadn’t passed the auction…”
Hong In-dae’s wife smacked her lips.
They even tried to finance the school, but the Ministry of Education was heavily audited.
At the beginning of the regime, I received a signal not to make a big incident.
Bank loans were also full.
The money he ate was over 250 billion won.
‘I was able to make a big contribution…’
Oh Dong-suk, Hong In-dae’s wife, swallowed regret.
If the regiment came forward, it seemed that it could receive twice as much.
But time was running out.
While I was shutting things down, the auction date approached in a week.
Along with the building, the art works were also slammed into a lump sum auction.
Unfortunately, it was best to turn it over as a lump sum sale and pay off the debt.
“Im here.”
Jeon Joo-hee came to visit us, so we got into the car and arrived at the gallery.
“Are you here? Manager.”
The curator who greeted me bowed his head.
“Where is Professor Jang?”
“It’s in the basement storage.”
“With guests?”
“yes. You are with me.”
“Juhee, let’s go too.”
“Yes……”
Jeon Joo-hee gave a disapproving look.
‘Whoever knows, I’ll show you that our regiment is not so formidable!’
Quite a few people didn’t want to have a relationship with solidarity groups in Korea.
It wasn’t as meticulous as Oh-jeong or as strong as ruined Ahn-ah, but it was a family with formidable solidarity.
Jeon Joo-hee kept her head upright and followed Hong In-dae’s wife.
I had no idea what kind of person was in the underground storage room right now.
***
Why are you shaking? do i catch
oh my god!
A ghost lived inside the exposed painting.
A frightened half-bald bald man.
He struggled to escape in a metaphysical abstraction painted in blue and purple textures.
It was like a fish in a fishbowl.
I couldn’t see what the picture was trying to say.
The house was seen and the sky and wing darkness were drawn.
No matter how much I tilted my head and looked at it, I couldn’t guess the identity of the painting.
– Can you see me…?
the ghost in the picture trembled and asked.
“I see, so you’re asking, aren’t you? What is it?”
– Aren’t you afraid of me?
“Don’t you know that living people are scary?”
-…..Are you a psychic?
“I don’t know about that. Who are you?”
– Why can’t I speak? Other humans listen to me, but who are you?
A ghost looking curious.
It seems that he has charmed people with his unique ability.
It was certain that the owner of this gallery was so fascinated that he came all the way to Korea with this painting.
“Why are you trapped in a painting?”
– The messenger of hell came and hid.
“Are you guilty? Then you will go to hell.”
I didn’t see a ghost once or twice, and we had a cool conversation.
– I’m scared…… I don’t want to die yet!
“You are dead. Admit it, pay for your sins, and start anew. How long do you think you can survive here?”
Even if I set up a ghost psychological counseling center, I felt like I could make a living.
– I want to go back to the world of the gods…
“Was it a god?”
what? What kind of twist is this again?
– I’m a god! god!
When asked if he is God, he emphasizes God, and he is not enough.
The picture had a red sticker on it.
“Professor, how much are these paintings priced at?”
asked out loud.
“They… each piece will cost about 50,000 won.”
A grin broke out.
“I heard. It’s 50,000 won in Korean currency.”
I whispered confirmation.
“At the current exchange rate, it would be about 40 dollars in US dollars. Ghost god~.”
In a word, it means to know your subject.
Hiding in a painting worth only 50,000 won, I was afraid of hell.
I couldn’t even believe that it was God.
– Take me with you. scared here soon they will come ugh
“Are you a god?”
– I was kicked out……
“Why did you run out of points?”
– Who are you! How do you know the secret of the divine world so well!
“I am a member of the divine world. Don’t try to know in depth. Ghosts with low points will get hurt if they know about it.”
It was strange to treat God like this.
It’s a world of gods with nothing special.
– Doesn’t even the messenger of hell know about it?
“Have you ever heard of it? There is a well-known messenger of hell named Richard Kang.”
– Whoop!
The ghost’s complexion was bleached whiter.
In the picture, he expressed his anxious feelings by getting smaller and bigger and making a fuss.
“do you know?”
– He’s after me!
“How are you?”
Richard Kang, the underworld attendant, seemed to have a side job.
Since I came to Korea, it would be natural for me to be in charge of the district manager here.
– Save me! I want to go to the world of gods again! I hate both the human world and hell!
“I heard there are no points?”
– I believed in the Communist Party. So I forgot a lot of points I had earned in my life.
is a member of the communist
“Why did you do that?”
– When I lived, most of the intellectuals were like that. The corrupt monarchists and the new rich exploited the citizens too much. The communist theory was like a utopian fantasy. But that was a lie too. My friend also committed suicide because he was hungry. I also wanted to die because I didn’t want to starve… I survived because my work was sold.
“I guess you sold quite a bit?”
Now, it seemed like a piece that looked like a waste of 50,000 won.
Professor Jang’s Bingmo, which he bought while traveling in Europe, also had a unique taste.
– It’s enough to eat and live.
“But why are you in the counterfeit? Aren’t you embarrassed? If you’re a painter, you have to keep your last pride…”
– It’s not a forgery! This is genuine! It’s a work called 《Heaven and Hell》 that I created after reaching enlightenment one day!
“is it so? It looks like a forgery to me…”
– What are you talking about! See the double paint in the bottom right? If I scratch it gently, my autograph comes out. If you follow the angle of the light, it becomes clearer.
“What kind of great work do you even sign a secret sign for?”
– Laugh a lot. When I was alive, I thought I was the best, but when I died, I realized. I was just an ordinary painter.
The ghost, whose name he did not know, lowered his head.
I think I had a good meal when I went to the new world.
“But why did you get caught up in painting? Won’t you be caught by the messengers of hell?”
– of course. This is the space I created. When they come, I can run away to heaven and earth.
“to? Really?”
– Trust your imagination. God is just like you.
I know that, but I learned something new.
It was said that he could act freely in the world he was equipped with.
My curiosity was piqued.
This ghost didn’t look like a bad ghost.
“What did you do in the new realm? Did you draw?”
You started asking the right questions.
No matter how you look at it, he didn’t seem like a good painter.
If the hiding place turns out to be a forgery of 50,000 won, then there is nothing to say.
-…..It was a freshman on a daily basis.
“This day job?”
Suddenly, the list of exiles from the divine world flashed past.
The names of several painters who were said to have been kicked out of the divine realm because their commissions were cut off.
– Phew…… Picasso paintings are not allowed on the wall… Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa Like gods with no goddamn sense!
“!!!”
Holy shit! what! Are you really Picasso???
Surprised again, I slowly looked at the ghost in the picture again.
I thought I saw it somewhere, but it was real.
The half-bald head and hooked nose were properly visible again.
“Pablo Picasso?”
– I know?
If you don’t know, you are a spy.
Even if you are not an art student, if you had a formal education, you would have heard the name of a Spanish-born painter.
I know the masterpieces < Lady of Avignon > and < Guernica >.
He is a painter of the century with works worth more than 100 million dollars.
The master who created the art style of cubism through the blue period now appeared before my eyes as a ghost.
Seeing him released from the divine realm, hiding in his painting, and then being locked up, somehow made me feel sad.
“I am close with Gauguin and Cézanne Gogh.”
– what? Were you acquainted with the impressionist brothers?
“Chwi Hwa-seon is my uncle.”
– Is this the chief’s nephew? really?
The ghost’s pupils widened as if they would pop out of the clouds.
It couldn’t have been a gruesome scene.
“yes. I earned a lot of points these days and got a full-time job. All of the Impressionist older brothers were promoted to non-regular workers.”
– Nonsense! The hyungs were living simple and easy, but suddenly someone gave them points like that! The gods aren’t that nice!
“I shot.”
He held up the picture and stretched his shoulders.
How even the gods bow their heads in front of a point.
– Hey, my nephew……
Picasso, who properly tasted the sadness of being released from the divine world, changed his eyes and came out with a low profile.
His voice was full of tenderness.
“Why~”
– If you have enough points… Please donate to save a god
… Wow!
When Picasso started to say flattery, the paintings stacked together underneath went mad.
It was an appeal that released powerful energy as if they were there too.
“Are there others here?”
– doesn’t exist! Never mind them!
Picasso spread a powerful lie.
I put down the Picasso painting and picked up another painting.
– Wow! Did you see that bad guy? But will you abandon us to live? Once a friend, always a friend!
“who are you?”
A middle-aged man with curly hair with a relaxed look appeared in the picture.
I saw birds flying in the air, piano lighthouses, and animals like bears.
It is a picture that looks like an elementary school student’s imagination.
– ha ha ha. It’s called the insignificant former Chagall. He’s a Russian country boy.
Chagall lowers himself to the utmost.
“Marc Chagall?”
– Yes~ When I was alive, I was called that by a pseudonym.
He is an outcast from the divine world who knows humility.
“Who are the people below?”
– You wouldn’t know. Georges Burac…
“Are you the founder of the Cubism movement?”
– Do you know?
“Aren’t you talking about an innovative art movement called Cubism? You led it with the traitor Picasso over there.”
– I salute you for your excellent insight.
Marc Chagall, a self-proclaimed Russian hillbilly (?) who flatters flattery.
It was nice to hear someone say crazy when they see this situation.
The painters who made a huge stroke in art history lowered their bodies flat.
I thought of sending him back to the divine realm because of his sincerity.
“Is everyone genuine?”
– sure! All hand painted authentic. The authenticity of my work is hidden under the frame at the back of the painting.
this is awesome
Chagall paintings were also very expensive.
“But how did everyone get together in one place?”
I know they were hiding because they were possessed, but I was curious that they were all in one place.
– Collected as a collection by the son of Hitler.
“Ah! Nazi loot!”
Understanding flashed through.
Under Hitler’s order, he hid treasures including great masterpieces during the occupation of Europe.
It seems that part of it has been released.
The ability of the deities who possessed the ability to charm humans was enough.
The more you know, the better it was.
The number of works is about seven.
If these are genuine, the price at this gallery could be much higher than it is now.
And the ability I will get is a bonus.
“Professor Jang~ I’m here.”
Then someone appeared at the entrance of the storage room.
