Chapter 135 (1) - The Mysterious Art Museum

Chapter 135 (1) - The Mysterious Art Museum

"Aaaaaah!!"

"Kyaaaah!!"

"Van! Please look over here!"

"I'll take a picture, please look this way!"

What is this?

I'm currently frozen, looking outside from inside the store.

Holding the bag I just organized, in a hesitant posture.

A tremendous barrage of flashes.

Banners and cards written in Korean, English, and Italian.

'I love you, Van.'

'Break a leg, Van!'

'ti amo, Van!'

Crowds filling up in front of the shop window. An uncountable number of people are out there for me. I'm stunned, unable to comprehend the situation.

The producer, who comes into the store, claps and says.

"Finally, it's over. You've worked hard!"

I gulp down saliva and glance at the screaming people.

"What, what is all this?"

The producer stands beside me and turns his back.

"These are your fans. Now, why don’t you go out and greet them?"

"Fa, fans?"

The producer smiles wryly and nods.

"Your show 'Drawing with Van' reached a momentary peak rating of 15%. The average rating is 8%. It's been ranked at the top among art broadcasts in Italy, generating a lot of buzz."

"......"

How can I believe that so many people watched a show where I just quietly drew and muttered?

With a dazed face, I alternately look at the crowd outside and the producer's face and ask.

"Is this some kind of hidden camera prank?"Thê source of this content n/o/v/(el)bi((n))

"Ha ha! No, it's not. During yesterday's broadcast, the location of the store was revealed with subtitles. Now, your fans are waiting. Please go out and greet them."

The producer nudges my back.

I walked frantically among the people, waving cards and screaming like the most passionate fans of a boy band. It was a moment when I truly understood what it means to be out of one's mind.

Thanks to the bodyguards, I quickly reach the parking lot and spot Monica's Maserati in the distance, rushing towards it.

Monica's driver, who was waiting in advance, opens the back door for me.

Like a hero escaping from a building about to explode in the last scene of a movie, I dive into the car, quickly adjust myself, and press my face against the window to look outside.

A scene that is hard to believe.

I experienced something that K-pop stars might see.

"Ha, what on earth."

Monica, who got into the seat next to me a bit late, said to the driver.

"To the hotel."

As the car starts moving, I see the bodyguards forming a line, pushing the crowd back, clearing a path to the road. I ask from inside the car.

"Can you explain now? Is it true that the ratings soared to 15%?"

Monica claps softly and smiles.

"You've made history in Italian solo broadcasting, Ban."

"......"

Wow, is this real?

"But, who would watch that kind of broadcast."

Monica said with a deep smile.

"The explanations about various Asian cultures that Van did in front of the camera for a fortnight became interesting content for the viewers. Google search rankings were filled daily with words from Van's stories."

"Wow."

"The broadcasting company also made a tremendous profit."

"Why the broadcasting company?"

"Did you know about the food that the PD gave you to eat? It was all product placement (PPL)."

"Oh, I know that."

“The broadcasting station made a contract to share sales revenue, and many of the foods that Ban ate became mega-hits. It seems that the ratings were high, and with Ban eating the food deliciously and adding matching stories, the viewers responded well. The responsible CP even called to thank us.”

“Wow.”

“We had to use all our connections and beg favors to get this broadcast. After it ended, various broadcast officials came to thank us. This is all thanks to you. You did so well, Ban.”

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