Chapter 134 (2) - The Mysterious Art Museum

Chapter 134 (2) - The Mysterious Art Museum

Meanwhile, at the broadcasting station.

"CP-nim, orders are flooding in for the donut brand we linked to the broadcast; we’ve already sold 600 boxes!"

"CP-nim! The brand is requesting that other flavors besides cocoa donuts be eaten too! It seems cocoa donuts are selling particularly well!"

Hearing the shouting monitoring staff, the CP chuckled to himself.

"What's with this guy? Pretends not to understand but enjoys eating so much. No wonder he seems so genuine. Even I feel like buying one now, what about the viewers? Hey! Do we have any of those donuts here?"

One of the monitoring staff brought over a box of donuts and said,

"The PPL company distributed these to the broadcasting station this morning, have one."

"Oh, nice. But how much of the sales profit are we getting?"

"5%."

"Heh, not bad. Alright, go back to work."

CP, who had been swallowing saliva since earlier, quickly sent the staff away and opened the box to grab a coconut donut, pushing it into his mouth.

"Mmm~ There's really a lot of cream, haha!"

Leisurely eating the donut, CP hears the shouts of the employees while monitoring.

"Mr. CP! We've surpassed a thousand orders for the donuts!"

"The viewership rate has surpassed 9%! It's the highest ever!"

"The number one search on Google is the donut brand!"

CP's ears flutter as if listening to pleasant music while eating the donut, his expression becoming increasingly exhilarated.

* * *

Four days later, I climbed down the ladder after touching up the last part of the ceiling mural and threw my brush into the bucket, shouting triumphantly.

Looking at the sky, clouds, distant mountains, and trees, I said,

"To be honest, I didn't know much about fashion. But the more I learned, the more I felt that the world of fashion was as vast and beautiful as nature itself. And it was all heading somewhere. Just like the path in this painting."

Talking to myself in an empty place, I mumbled these stories.

"Fashion speaks. Not in the impotent form of language, but in thousands of rich expressions. We create weapons with it to express ourselves. And these weapons become a means to show oneself to others. What could be at the end of this path, at the foot of these mountains?"

I smiled mischievously and said,

“I hid a painting at the end of these mountains. During the painting, I made sure the camera missed it, so you haven’t seen it properly. Are you curious about what I painted?”

I looked at the camera and pretended to pull down my lower eyelid with my index finger.

“I'm not going to tell you, haha. If you're curious, come and see for yourself.”

Hmm, I wonder if this will help Monica's store. But it's worth a try.

It would be nice if some of the few viewers watching this broadcast became curious and came to the store.

I slowly got up from my place, stretched languidly, and smiled broadly.

“Okay! I'm leaving now! Mr. PD, please remove the stickers and ventilate the place!”

Finally, the long fifteen-day task was over.

As my cue was given, the black stickers covering the store's windows were removed, and the sound of the truck that had been blocking the front of the store moving away could be heard.

And now, drenched in anticipation of going outside to bask in the sun and breathe fresh air, I cheerfully turned my head towards the sunlit window. As the stickers disappeared, revealing the outside, I froze in shock.

"What... What is this?"

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