Van Gogh Reborn!

Chapter 202:

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The Painter (10)

It was the evening of the sixth day of the Art Nouveau competition.

The master Damien Carter held a press conference.

The media and the public were curious about what he would say, as he was one day away from winning.

Under the watchful eyes of many, Damien Carter could not easily open his mouth.

Whats going on? Whats the matter?

The atmosphere is heavy.

The reporters sensed something was wrong and asked questions.

But Damien Carter had no answer, and the moderator stepped in to calm the situation.

When the hall became quiet, Damien Carter finally spoke with a heavy voice.

I felt a sense of responsibility after seeing the criticism of a reporter yesterday and the reaction of the fans.

The master continued with a somewhat subdued voice.

The Art Nouveau competition has benefited many artists. Thanks to the efforts of the organizers, various works were loved. However, contrary to my intention, I approached the competition in a different way. I decided that this was not the way that SNBA, I, and the people who love the Art Nouveau competition wanted.

He had been wearing a somber expression all along, but he lifted his head and looked at the reporters with a determined gaze.

I will give up my eligibility to participate in the competition after this time.

The reporters jumped up with the sound of camera shutters.

Are you saying youre giving up the competition?

Yes.

Please tell us exactly why youre quitting!

Since the competition was based on anonymity, I wanted to test myself if my work could be loved. I didnt expect that this would deprive other artists of their opportunities. I thought I had to correct my mistake before it was too late.

What do you have to say to the fans who have been cheering for you?

I got the most votes thanks to the fans who recognized me. I will never forget that. However, as a person who loves art, I hope that this competition will go in a more desirable direction. Im sorry for not meeting your expectations.

Crack-

Henri Marso, who was watching TV, threw the glass he was holding.

The glass half-stuck to the monitor and the shattered glass pieces scattered on the floor.

Arsene was startled and looked at his nervous employer.

He was a person who had a lot of anger, but it was rare to see him so excited.

How dare he. How dare he.

Henri Marso could not forgive Damien Carter.

The Art Nouveau competition was a signal flare for the revival of the art world.

It was a competition that Michel Platini had worked hard for several months under bad conditions and produced the best results.

It was a sacred stage where he, who represented the present, and Ko Hun, who symbolized the future, competed.

It was also a place to announce how he would change the art world in the future.

Damien Carter dismissed the Art Nouveau competition as a mere billboard.

He used to attract attention and raise his value.

He could not forgive him.

Henri Marso headed straight to the garage.

Sir, where are you going?

He ignored Arsenes question and drove to the place where Damien Carter held the press conference.

Meanwhile.

Ko Hun was also watching the situation.

Kosuyol and Bang Taeho, who were shocked by Damien Carters choice, could not speak.

Chashiyeon asked.

Why is he quitting?

They say its to correct the situation that goes against the purpose of the competition.

No.

Ko Hun cut off Bang Taehos words.

If he had that in mind, he wouldnt have submitted that work in the first place.

was so distinctive that even people who didnt know Damien Carter could recognize it.

The method of stuffing animals and the theme of life and death were his symbols.

He couldnt have not predicted this situation.

Yeah. He couldnt have not known.

Bang Taeho nodded.

He put a good word on it, but there were many things that didnt make sense.

People on SNS like it, though?

Chashiyeon opened his smartphone.

It must have been really hard to make this decision when he was in first place. Hes really thoughtful.

This is what an artist is.

Damien Carter is amazing. He gave up right away because it was a popularity vote.

The public opinion was so negative. Damien Carter must have intended it, right? Someone pointed it out.

Look at that. Do you think he would have resigned if he had intended to? Those who wanted to bring him down are cursing at Demian Carter, but I wonder if they feel satisfied now.

A true genius is a genius indeed.

What about the other participants?

They must be happy. They get to move up one rank each.

Ko Hun clenched his teeth.

He pretended to be a good person, a righteous person, but Demian Carter had mocked the 1,788 artists who had given their best to the contest.

He had exploited the countless people who had prepared for the contest.

The timing is strange.

Bang Taeho spoke up.

He should have quit sooner if that was the reason. It looks like he has another motive for doing this right after he won first place.

What motive?

Probably the price of the work. Its just a guess, though.

Ko Hun furrowed his brows.

The prize money of one million euros was equivalent to the transaction amount of the works submitted to the Art Nouveau contest.

The authors had the copyright and ownership, but they had to give SNBA the exclusive right to use for five years, so the winning works were expected to be displayed at the Louvre Museum and various exhibitions.

He can sell it after five years. Why does he need to do that?

Why.

Bang Taeho took a long breath and organized his thoughts.

When you sell the work is also important. If Demian Carter really acted as I think, he would want to sell Farewell when its getting the most attention through the Art Nouveau contest.

Ko Hun didnt want to believe Bang Taehos explanation.

He didnt want to think that one of the best artists of this era would do such a thing.

But he was giving a plausible account of Demian Carters incomprehensible behavior.

Hes good at gathering public opinion. Maybe he saw Lee Inhos article as an opportunity. He got votes by agreeing with the content of the article.

Lee Inho, the reporter who had courageously pointed out the problems of the Art Nouveau contest.

Demian Carter had responded to him and attracted attention, and thanks to that, he was able to overtake , which had been showing a slight difference.

Ko Hun tried to deny it, thinking that he shouldnt doubt people.

But he couldnt deny the fact that Demian Carter had insulted the 1,788 participants except himself.

The contest that he had given up his daily life and worked hard for the past few months.

The act of giving up the place that the participants had wanted so much was an insult in itself.

He didnt know what Demian Carters intention was, or where it had been planned, but that was the truth.

Grandfather.

Ko Hun called Goseoyeol.

Goseoyeol, who had been shocked, slowly turned his head.

I dont want to go to the invitation you received tomorrow. I dont want to be with him.

Goseoyeol, who remembered the invitation that Demian Carter had sent, sighed deeply and nodded.

Lets do that.

Goseoyeol recalled the Demian Carter of his past memories and sighed.

Bang!

Henri Marso kicked open the door of a hotel seminar room in downtown Paris.

The press conference was over, and only the staff who were cleaning up, some reporters, and a few officials were left.

The reporters flocked to the best interview subject.

Mr. Marceau! What do you think of Demian Carters bravery?

Bravery?

Henri Marso grabbed the collar of the reporter who asked the question.

Where is he?

Yes, yes?

Where is Demian Carter!

Henri Marso usually acted like a bully, but he rarely resorted to physical violence, so the reporters were flustered.

Meanwhile, they didnt forget to take pictures of him, who was excited.

Oh. Isnt that Marceau?

Then a man approached Henri Marso.

It was Jay Jopling, a millionaire.

What made you so excited?

Henri Marso let go of the reporters collar. Then he walked up to Jay Jopling and looked down at him.

Where is Demian Carter?

Carter? Well. Im a fan, but I dont have a personal relationship with him.

Henri Marso pushed his face closer and threatened him.

Cut the crap.

Jay Jopling, who had bought Demian Carters work for 50 million pounds, couldnt possibly not know anything about him.

Collectors and artists usually had a close relationship.

They were inseparable because collectors wanted quality works and artists wanted large sums of money.

Come on, come on. Dont get excited. Lets talk slowly inside. Its fate that we met like this, isnt it?

Jay Jopling smiled.

His cunning smile irritated Henri Marso even more.

Bring him to me right now.

Hmm. Thats a bit unreasonable.

He didnt seem to listen to him.

He must have had a reason to hide his relationship with Damien Carter.

Henri Marso turned his head.

I asked you what you think of Damien Carters withdrawal.

The reporters who couldnt understand why Henri Marso was angry turned on their recorders.

The first thing is that hes a bastard who ignored the participants of the competition.

Everyone in the seminar room, including the reporters and hotel staff, widened their eyes.

The second thing is that Im amazed that theres a stupid person who dared to mock me, Henri Marso.

Henri Marso tilted his head and glared at Jay Jopling.

The third thing is that Im curious about what kind of auction house will sell his crap, whether its a farewell or a shit.

Henri Marso poked Jay Joplings shoulder with his finger.

You seem to want to make some money, but you picked the wrong opponent.

I dont know what youre talking about.

Yeah. You dont know. You wouldnt do that if you knew.

Then why dont you explain it to me? Its confusing when you suddenly show up and get angry.

Jay Jopling shrugged his shoulders, conscious of the reporters.

He couldnt mess with Henri Marso in front of the media.

Besides, withdrawing from the competition was justified. The one who made a fuss would face a backlash.

Henri Marso growled.

Its too late.

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