Chapter 145 (1) - The Mysterious Art Museum

Chapter 145 (1) - The Mysterious Art Museum

A carefree vacation without worrying about money is truly wonderful.

I ate what I wanted and did what I liked.

But strangely, I couldn't bring myself to touch the canvas and brushes.

It's quite an interesting situation.

When I was buried in work, I hated not having time to paint. Now that I have the time, I find myself not reaching for them.

But that's okay.

What I need right now is to do nothing for a while.

"La la la la."

I filled the open-air bath with warm water around noon and took a bath.

Bathing outside in broad daylight was a refreshing experience. I felt so good that a hum naturally came out.

"What should I eat for lunch today?"

Most of my meals were takeout.

There are foods available for delivery, but those are things I can eat in Seoul, so I prefer to visit local restaurants and get takeout.

"Should I get some octopus?"

I thought about buying aged octopus sashimi for lunch and having octopus ramen with soju in the evening.

I had seen octopus on the menu at a village of female divers I found while riding a scooter.

After bathing, I put on fresh clothes that were crisply dried by the sea breeze and bright sunlight.

Before riding my electric scooter, I covered my face with sunglasses and a mask and headed to the village of female divers, cutting through the wind.

I hung my helmet on the scooter and pressed a brimmed hat firmly on my head, then cautiously looked around.

There are quite a few tourists here. Moreover, it’s lunchtime, so there are many visitors from out of town. I need to be careful.

About thirty tourists were in the divers' village. They all glanced at me once because of my suspiciously covered face, but it didn’t seem like they recognized me.

"Lady, how do you sell the rock octopus?"

A grandmother diver cleaning sea squirts in a rubber basin answered me.

"Ah, 20,000 won."

"Please pack it for me."

"Do you want vegetables?"

"Yes, please include sesame oil and vinegar sauce."

"Okay, I'm a bit backed up with orders, so please sit there and wait a bit."

"Yeah, pretty, isn't it?"

"Wow, no wonder. How much is that cardigan?"

"750,000 won."

"Huh? Cheaper than I thought?"

"It's from the Aqua line. Black label cardigans go over 500."

"Ah, when can I ever wear something like that?"

"But what about Monica? What was the article about?"

"They say she's got something going on with Ban Jeong-hoon?"

"Really?"

"Yeah, the article just mentioned that there's a scandal between them, but the comments below are insane."

"What are they saying?"

"What do you think? They're saying they're involved, so that's why she got the store design contract."

"So, it's not Ban Jeong-hoon's talent but the result of wooing a woman?"

"They say so?"

"Wow, that's quite impressive in its own way. Isn't that a skill too?"

"Right, it doesn't matter what means you use as long as you succeed. Maybe that's why amateur painters can be overlooked?"

"Just become famous! Even if you crap, people will applaud you!"

"Like Andy Warhol!"

"Giggle."

I clenched my fist as I listened to the women's conversation.

'That's not something Andy Warhol said, you ignorant people.'

And what? Me and Monica have something going on? Ha, are the attacks on me still not over?

'Should I go on air and clarify?'

If I leave it as it is, irreversible stories might intensify even more fiercely.

I wanted to say something to the women gossiping about others, but revealing my presence here would be more troublesome, so I just clenched my fist and lowered my head.

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