Van Gogh Reborn!

p>“It would be burdensome to entrust such a work to a 10 year old child.
Despite that why did you come to Hun?” 

I was also curious. 

Even if he liked my painting, it’s amazing that he can make a decision to leave a request to your 10 year old child, whom he doesn’t know whether would meet his set schedule and demands. 

“Does age matter? All that matters is ability.
If one has it, I can work with anyone.” 

Nolan’s voice and gaze were firm. 

It is an attitude that cannot come out without confidence in one’s eyes and senses. 

“He may not be able to go abroad for a long time due to his school and other schedules, but if Hun wants to do it, we’ll think about it.” 

“Yes.
I’ll only need a few days at first, later I’ll be able to do it on the phone,” 

Grandpa nodded. 

It seems like grandpa really wanted to confirm his intentions. 

“Then I’ll read and get back to you Mr.
Director.” 

“You’ll like it.” 

Christine Nolan’s face showed confidence. 

The words are not strong, but it seemed as if he was  convinced that I will definitely like it. 

I’m sure you thought of making a movie because you have something to believe in, but it’s not ordinary confidence. 

Was it said that he was the one of the greatest Director of the 21st century? 

Even the glance and a gesture showed confidence and was strangely reliable. 

He certainly doesn’t look like a normal person. 

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He held out his hand and shook it lightly. 

 

I had dinner with the people of the WH Art Museum and went home. 

I washed with hot water and sat on the sofa in the living room. 

I was going to read ‘The Hollow needle’ given by Nolan, when grandpa brought me warm milk. 

“Do you want to read it?” 

“Yes.” 

“You’ll make a lot more money if you paint and sell it during that time.” 

He says something he doesn’t mean. 

“The reason for painting is not because of money.” 

I need money to draw, not the other way around. 

Grandpa sat down with a big smile. 

“Well, you have past the time to be obsessed with money, so do what you want.” 

This exhibition really helped me a lot. 

Three of the five works put up for auction were auctioned off. 

Of the 14 works priced, 12 out of 14 were sold, and the commission amounted to 11.4 billion won. 

If I pay 20 percent of the tax, the remaining money in the corporation will be about 9.12 billion won. 

When combined with last year’s income, it easily exceeds 10 billion won. 

My wish was to draw without worrying about money for the rest of my life. 

There is no reason to dwell on money now that it has been achieved. 

Lending unsold paintings to the WH Art Museum will also generate income. 

“Grandpa will go to bed.
You have to go to school tomorrow, so don’t go to bed too late.” 

“Okay grandpa.
Good night.” 

Grandpa entered the room and I turned the first page. 

 

Two women Ray and Susanne, surprised by a sudden noise late at night, carefully examined the mansion. 

Then they ran into a man, and behind him, Susanne’s father, Count Jesb Le, and his secretary Jean Bouquet were knocked down. 

The count was alive, but the secretary died horribly. 

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“It seems to be a movie not for the children to see,” 

I shrugged my shoulders and continued reading. 

Ray took out the rifle and shot the fleeing man. 

“If she is a woman who could handle long guns well at that time, then she would have been very active beyond the wealth of the family.” 

“It’s a novel, though.” 

However, the man who was shot disappeared, and all that was left was a hat worn by a carriage-man. 

The story began in earnest in a situation where it was not murder due to resentment, and what he stole was unknown. 

It’s interesting. 

It’s not a novel, it’s just a script with contextual texts, simple explanations, and lines, but it’s a little different from the literature I read. 

From the beginning, a murder case occurred, and the only clue was a hat without knowing the criminal’s motive. 

It was questionable how the story would be solved, but the characters in the novel investigated in various ways, including who bought the hat at the hat store and where the criminal could have escaped. 

It was something I have never read, so I gradually fell into the story. 

Sometimes I was sad, sometimes angry with Arsene Lupin, and as I cheered and sympathized with a genius boy named Isidore Beautrele, the day broke. 

Interesting. 

“A novel like this came out.” 

Literature seems to have changed a lot. 

I can’t believe they’ve dealt with such an interesting material in the era I lived. 

It’s quite different from the usual novels that deals with life, death, honor, and sin. 

It’s a story that’s easy to approach and heart-fluttering. 

The setting was similar to the time I lived, so there are many things I could sympathize with, but in the case of electronic bells, I was surprised. 

It seems that the nobles had already used it at this time. 

I can draw an image in my head, but I don’t think I can draw it without research and study. 

Nevertheless, I’m very excited to do this. 

I’m excited. 

If this becomes a movie and really appears in front of me, how much fun will it be. 

I should imagine about this story after school today. 

I was going to get up with that thought, but at that time grandpa came out to the living room. 

“Oh, dear.
Did you stay up all night?” 

“ Hehe…Good morning grandpa.”