Chapter 288:

Chapter 288:

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Scoundrel (8)

Interference and bribery in the assignment of judges for the Korean Art Grand Exhibition.

Misappropriation and personal use of national subsidies by Cyclamen Gallery.

Involvement in the selection of the Artist of the Year Award by Seonghan Ilbo.

Purchase of personal real estate with national subsidies and membership fees by the Korean Art Association.

“...”

Kim Ji-woo couldn’t close his mouth as he received a USB flash drive from Baek Seol-gi.

The files he collected were only a part of the corruption committed by Choi Young-soo, the chairman of the Korean Art Association, and his daughter Choi Kyu-seo and Kim Soo-hyuk, a married couple. She warned him that the evidence was not perfect either.

But Kim Ji-woo thought it was more than enough source to use as an article.

“He’s out of his mind. What the hell is this?”

He was speechless.

Chairman Choi Young-soo assigned the judges for the large-scale competition like the Korean Art Grand Exhibition as he pleased, and gave awards to whoever he wanted.

He not only took care of his daughter Choi Kyu-seo and the association members, but also received money from those who wanted to win the awards in exchange for promising them.

‘This is ridiculous. Ridiculous. What is this?’

Cyclamen Gallery, run by Choi Kyu-seo, was also abnormal.

She registered as a company that operates for the purpose of expanding art business from the Korean Art Association, and received 100 million won of national subsidies every year to her personal account.

‘The rich get richer.’

That wasn’t all.

Chairman Choi Young-soo’s influence also worked in the selection of the Artist of the Year Award and the Work of the Month by Seonghan Ilbo.

And the most astonishing thing was that Choi Young-soo used the national subsidies that came out in front of the Korean Art Association as his personal investment fund.

‘He has connections with Kim Dong-yoon, a lawmaker of Goryeo Party. And Seonghan Ilbo and OBC too.’

Baek Seol-gi asked him to be careful.

It was worrisome as an individual to deal with a congressman, a powerful daily newspaper, and a broadcasting station.

But Kim Ji-woo didn’t think it was a big problem.

Korea, which had gone through many incidents, knew how to deal with criminals.

Especially, they were furious beyond ideology about stealing national taxes or unfair things.

Naturally, there were power institutions and media that watched the eyes of the people.

Especially, the National Daily, which competed with Seonghan Ilbo, would report this big.

Kim Ji-woo called Lee In-ho. As soon as the call rang, Lee In-ho answered with a cheerful voice.

-Yes. Mr. Ji-woo. Did you get home well?

“Yes. Do you have time?”

-Now?

Kim Ji-woo checked the clock.

It was pointing at 8 p.m.

“Yes. I have something to tell you.”

-Oh. Then where should we meet?

Kim Ji-woo hesitated for a moment.

There were too many eyes to talk outside.

“Please come to my house. I’ll send you the address.”

-Yes? Your house?

“Yes. I want to talk quietly.”

-Oh, okay. Then.

After finishing the call, Kim Ji-woo sighed.

It was not something he could solve alone by being greedy.

Seonghan Ilbo and OBC, which were large media outlets, could only be confronted by media outlets with different tendencies.

And Kim Dong-yoon, a congressman of Goryeo Party, would be taken care of by Silla Party and Baekje Party on the opposite side.

‘Should I contact Baekje Party? Or maybe the ruling party...’

As he continued his thoughts, the bell rang.

Kim Ji-woo opened the door and widened his eyes.

Lee In-ho, holding a bouquet of flowers and wine, looked at Kim Ji-woo’s face and stammered.

“I haven’t greeted you properly today since we met for the first time in a long time. You’ve been in Paris for a while.”

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“And I couldn’t just congratulate you with words for getting serialized in Bozar.”

He made up excuses as they came to his mind, but anyone could see that he came to confess.

He had been in touch with him often and had a good atmosphere, so he took today’s meeting as a signal and asked carefully.

reminded him of Kohun’s first work .

He told the story with a strong color as if he had painted pure emotions.

‘He finally found his place.’

Henry Marso finally judged that Kohun had established his own style.

Until , he showed a tendency to absorb, change and develop various styles.

touched the depths of his heart as and did.

Longing.

At first, he thought it was a feeling for his parents who died too early.

But after and , he realized that it was not all.

The regret and the sad feeling for his brother Theodore in his first life.

The sad feeling of drawing his parents.

The embarrassment of being alone in the era when the heavens and the earth opened, and the difficulty of getting attached to various countries while moving around.

Kohun’s longing was complex.

As a stranger, Henri Marso could not know everything, but he could understand Ko Hun a little when he saw .

‘Is this how Klimt felt?’

Henri Marso finally had some sympathy for Gustav Klimt.

He recalled the anecdote of how the young artist, who had said that new artists must rise by stepping on the old ones, had lamented that his own time had come too soon when he saw his disciple Egon Schiele.

Henri Marso opened his mouth after a long admiration.

“You’re submitting this to Venice?”

“Yes.”

Henri Marso looked at again and asked.

“Why this title?”

“It’s the distance between the sun and the earth.”

“It’s too long.”

“Yes. It’s too far.”

Henri Marso glared at Ko Hun, who shrugged his shoulders and snorted.

He took another look at and got closer to what Ko Hun meant.

He guessed that he wanted to talk about two beings that were together despite being so far apart.

“Don’t keep it.”

“Is it bad?”

“No.”

Henri Marso paused for a moment.

“It’s great.”

Ko Hun’s eyes widened.

It was something that could not come out of Henri Marso’s mouth.

The boy checked the expiration date of the chocolate that Henri Marso had given him earlier.

“What are you doing?”

“I wondered if it was spoiled.”

They looked at each other for a while and then looked away.

“Why do you tell me not to keep it if you like it?”

“Sell it.”

“This?”

“Yes. How much do you want?”

“I don’t want to sell it. I’ll submit it and then display it in my gallery later.”

“How much do you want?”

“I said I don’t want to sell it.”

Ko Hun firmly refused.

He needed a work to display in his gallery that was under construction, and he especially liked .

He didn’t have many works left that he had published so far.

“Sell it.”

“No. I don’t have anything to display.”

“Why not?”

Henri Marso frowned.

He didn’t buy the excuse that the guy who drew one piece every day had nothing to display.

But Ko Hun also had a point, since he couldn’t draw a satisfying work every day to display.

“You took them all!”