Chapter 250:

Chapter 250:

250

Playground (2)

An employee who came out with Team Leader Giovanna Piaf handed me a document.

“This is the data that summarizes the outsourcing contracts for the past two years.”

I checked the data that Bugrenelli had presented.

I could see how the interior contracts, including murals and installation art, were settled at a certain level.

Some of the cases were well-known enough for me to remember.

‘So this is how they approached it.’

I nodded inwardly, wanting to know how they had offered such a large amount of one million euros.

Although they had only organized the information that was announced through the media, they also presented the internal reference materials, which seemed to indicate that they were actively engaged in the negotiation.

‘I hope you think so too.’

Although the information was outdated, Team Leader Giovanna Piaf showed a firm intention to contract, and I was aware of that too.

I, the representative of Bang Tae-ho, opened my mouth.

“First of all, thank you for offering me such a good condition.”

“Please tell me.”

Team Leader Giovanna Piaf opened her ears, staring at me.

She had to secure Ko Hun, who had established a positive image by creating various incidents since the year before last.

Therefore, she offered the highest level of compensation in the industry, and left some room for possibility.

However, as a company, they couldn’t blindly raise the amount of compensation, so her goal was to find a fair line that both Bugrenelli and Ko Hun would be satisfied with.

“What Ko Hun wants is clear. A safe and sustainable space.”

It was an unexpected proposal for Team Leader Giovanna Piaf, who had expected up to 1.2 million euros.

I continued to convey Ko Hun’s wishes.

“There are not many places in Paris where children can relax. It’s such a scary world.”

There was a lack of space for children to play comfortably due to hygiene, safety, crime, etc.

“Ko Hun thought that this work with Bugrenelli could be a good example. At least for a month while doing this work, the children living in Montmartre could play comfortably.”

Although the negotiation went in a completely different direction from what was expected, Team Leader Giovanna Piaf understood what Ko Hun wanted.

“Do you mean that you don’t want it to end as a one-time event?”

“Yes.”

I nodded.

Now that we understood each other’s thoughts, it was time for Ko Hun to step in.

“This work might be helpful for Bugrenelli this year. The children will also cherish it as a good memory.”

Team Leader Giovanna Piaf agreed.

“But I don’t think it will be the same next year or the year after. I want this work to be not a simple event, but a daily life. I think that would be the same for Bugrenelli too.”

It was as Ko Hun said.

Improving the company’s image in a short period of time was not the only result.

Bugrenelli’s shopping mall had to be a resting place and a playground for all 10 million people living in the Paris metropolitan area.

Such an image could not be created in a moment.

‘I know.’

Team Leader Giovanna Piaf recognized that Ko Hun had accurately grasped the purpose of this work.

Since both sides wanted the same thing, there was no more reason to worry.

“I understood your intentions, sir. I think we can make more progress at the next meeting.”

Ko Hun smiled brightly.

I was glad that the story went well.

I didn’t know about the management, but at least Team Leader Giovanna Piaf who came to the negotiation seemed to see the same future as me.

It’s good to make a lot of money at once, but securing a stable source of income is more important to me now.

I’m preparing a new business and a gallery, so I need to prepare several holes for money to come in.

It will be a good opportunity for the children who have no place to play.

But this is not enough.

Bugrenelli’s shopping mall might provide a place for me a few more times, but I can’t rely on it alone.

They won’t spend more than a billion won every month, and there are always unexpected variables.

It might be a way to get work from other companies or district offices, but I want to operate more stably.

“I wonder what it would be like to make such a space in the gallery.”

“What kind?”

Bang Tae-ho asked.

“Drawing with the kids. They can come and play after school.”

“It sounds like a tutoring center.”

“It would be nice to teach them something, but I’d rather have a playground-like feeling.”

“Hmm. Then you have to think about the maintenance cost. You don’t want to charge the parents, do you?”

“Yes.”

I don’t want to limit their financial situation.

“I wonder if we can keep getting jobs like this one.”

“It pays well, sure. But it’s not a normal job. It’s fine now that the parents are here with their kids. But we can’t handle them all by ourselves.”

“That’s true. The leader knows best.”

Grandpa nodded his head slowly. He loved kids and had a lot of energy, but he seemed to have a hard time keeping up with their stamina.

“Kimchi fried rice?”

“It’s good, right?”

“Yeah.”

The texture of the fried rice, cheese, and fried batter blends exquisitely, enhancing the aroma of the stir-fried kimchi.

“I like the anchovies in it.”

“Anchovies? Not cheese?”

“Anchovies.”

“Grandpa ate the one with tuna in it.”

The ingredients inside are different, too. This should be widely known.

“Bro, what are you eating?”

The kids came over and showed interest.

“Kimchi fried rice.”

They tilted their heads at the unfamiliar word, but they liked it when I put one in their mouths.

“Spicy!”

“What is this? It’s good.”

“Heheheheh.”

They sometimes stuck out their tongues because it was spicy, but they mostly liked it.

Just like I did, plain kimchi might not suit their taste, but stir-fried kimchi is different.

“I want water.”

“Where do you drink it?”

“It smells weird.”

“Wow! There’s a baby fish in it.”

“I had cheese.”

“Bro, where do you eat this?”

“I want to eat more.”

Their reactions are cute and varied.

Henri Matisse frowned as he found the square while running.

Dozens of kids in bee costumes were running, eating, or waving brushes around.

“It’s Henri!”

One kid spotted Henri Matisse and shouted, and they all ran to him without anything to do.

Henri Matisse, known as a hero of the French art world through numerous media, was no different from a celebrity to the children.

“Wow!”

“I can see your nostrils! Hehehe!”

“Mister! Did you come to draw too?”

“Do you want to eat this?”

Henri Matisse was rarely flustered by the excessive interest of the young fans.

“Get out of here? Where’s the kid?”

“Ahhaha. He told us to go away.”

“Who’s the kid?”

“We’re the kids.”

“No? I’m the older brother.”

“Henri, don’t you wear this? They told us to wear this.”

One kid pointed to the bee-striped tee he was wearing.

“Why do you want me to wear that? You, don’t call me Henri, call me Matisse the artist.”

Henri Matisse pursed his lips and the kids quickly became sad.

“Isn’t this pretty?”

“It’s pretty.”

“...My mom said it was cute.”

“Henri would look pretty if he wore this too.”

The kids sobbed and everyone in the square turned their attention to them.

“Are you here?”

Then, Ko Hun, who was wearing a bee costume, came over.

“You, do something about these kids. They’re about to cry.”

“Why do you say bad things about what the kids like? They all like Matisse. Right?”

“Yeah.”

“But Henri doesn’t like it.”

“Mister doesn’t like us.”

“He said it was weird.”

“They say I’m ugly.”

Dozens of kids were talking at once, making it impossible to think.

“When did I ever say I was weird and ugly? I just don’t like this outfit! Stop saying my name so casually!”

The kids flinched again as Ko Hun pushed the clothes at me.

“Since we’re here, let’s have some fun.”