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Upon going up to the second floor, the European-style painting caught Minho's attention. Most of the people who came in took a walk around the gallery and walked down the path to the event.

‘What a noble position. ’

Minho tried to enter the event without having to watch. But Oshora, who was wearing a little hand on his arm, pointed to those who were ahead.

“Shouldn't we be following them? ”

“Watch?”

“We all do. We should try to make it to the museum party. ”

“Conch, do you know how to draw? ”

“I know a little bit. ”

“Really?"

“Something like this. ”

Oshora reaches out his hand for nail art. Minho felt the expert's touch on her fingernails, which had very small coloured flowers painted on the red collar's manicure.

“How does it look? ”

“Beautiful.”

It seemed pure, but Minho added, clear-headed because Oshora blushed her face.

“I'm just talking about the nails. ”

“I know, I know. Let's go.”

At first, Minho followed behind him, smiling as Osora was excited to walk towards the gallery.

Oshora said, walking quietly through the gallery and watching the painting.

“I don't know, but I like the color. ”

“I will. Times are different, but people's eyes are constant. ”

“Oh my, do you know how to draw? ”

“That's not true, because the way a man looks at a woman is the same all the time. ”

Minho pointed to a picture of a duchess showing her graceful breasts in a shrugged dress.

“Don't you understand the feelings of the person who painted this? ”

“Mischief? ”

“Oh, what a mess in the face of artistic beauty. Apologize to Duchess Polygnac. ”

“Chi.”

Oshora shakes his head. Minho smiled at her reaction and looked at the next picture.

Normally, I thought they were drawings that I would have seen somewhere in the art textbook at school, but I was in Il Ryong Kim's love space all day long, so my perspective changed. Moreover, the effect has not yet disappeared, so I suddenly came up with an emotional evaluation.

“Everything here must be expensive, right? ”

“It's not that expensive. It's not an original, it's an exhibition by reconstructors. I need to see the real painting at the museum. ”

“I see.”

Suddenly, Minho stopped in front of the picture at the end of the gallery.

“Temperament technique? ”

“Tempera?”

Oshora tilts his head. Minho pointed to the ‘Saint Francesco’ portrait that was completed with a brush based on a hard and dry line.

“It's a technique used by Renaissance painters, who used to grind dirt and minerals and paint them into egg yolks. I put gypsum on the wooden frame and painted it on top, so it feels like a mural. Take a closer look."

“Huh? It's true. ”

In Minho's kind description, I was surprised and surprised by the picture of Osora.

“You were like a crab tutor. ”

“Me?”

Min-ho realized that she was laying a subtle stone for selling paintings, and wanted to make a mistake.

“I saw it in an art book. I'm studying.”

Calculating the reason for being in Kim Il-ryong's space until evening, it seemed to continue to be affected until 10: 00.

When Minho arrived at the entrance of the event, he saw a middle-aged man with a shiny forehead emerging from the gallery and his eyes widened.

“Vice President.”

Lee, who had entered the event with his wife on Minho's call, turned his head.

“Kang Min-ho? There's a conch. ”

Minho and Oshora nodded their heads. Profit countries are approaching.

“I see it all in places like this. Are you here for the auction? ”

“First of all, I was interested in archaeology, but Mr. Jung invited me. ”

Lee Yun-gu clapped his hands.

“Yes, PS-group advertising. I hear the advertisers were very satisfied. If we do well, we'll be able to make an eye-painting ad for next quarter. The boss is furious. If he likes it, he's careful to the end. ”

At this point, Oshora looked back at Minho.

“Brother, are you here for our commercial? Then let's talk. ”

“Not really.... Conclusion.”

Minho's tail was blurred in response to what he sounded like.

Minho recalled the morning meeting for a moment because of the profit-making state's logic that quickly spread from charity auctions to business stories. The culprit who left his job was about to give him another job in front of his nose.

“Yunkuk, I'm going in first. ”

He helped Minho who was thinking about how to deal with it. She was the wife of the profiteer. The missus said, "Wait, honey!” I said. Then I lowered my voice to Minho and Oshora.

“The two of us came out together and talking about this makes the night scarier. I'll talk to you later. Anyway, nice to meet you. ”

Minho politely bowed his head to the wife of Yoon Guk walking into the event.

Oshora, who was watching the couple, asked.

“Are you close with the Vice President? ”

“Not really. It was my first meeting today. ”

“That's odd. I only talk to the staff. I don't talk to my celebrities like this. I misunderstood my wife. ”

“Employee?”

Minho swallowed up the story. Deputy director of Records. He was an employee, after all. That's why if you talk to him, he might keep throwing you work.

“What's wrong, brother? ”

“It's nothing. ”

A bitter smile was erected on Minho's mouth, shaking his head. In KG Enter's work, I had the wrong premonition....

‘I don't think so. ’

A large banquet hall with chandeliers on the ceiling. On one side of the table lined up were dishes and alcohol and beverages.

Although it was close to a hundred people, the atmosphere was calm because the full banquet was scheduled after the event. I was standing near the entrance of Turra Minho and Osora, who were all strangers except the Lee Yun Guk I met by chance, and I was eating only food quietly.

One of the waiters approached Minho with several glasses of wine on the tray.

“Cabernet Sauvignon. ”

“I'm good. ”

Unlike Minho who refused, I picked up a glass of Osora and tasted it a little.

“Yuck, yuck. ”

I frowned immediately.

“It doesn't taste good? ”

“I'm not sure what wine tastes like. Soju para.”

Nevertheless, Osora, who had swallowed the glass, handed it over to the staff who passed the empty glass.

“Whew, the aftertaste is cleaner than I thought. ”

The scent of grapes emanating from her mouth, filled with wine. Minho felt the dark, refreshing aroma of aged grapes, and his appetite for a drink was strong.

"Be patient, be patient. ’

Minho patted the ring. I'm a little drunk, but if I eat that before the auction, I'll be sleepy the whole time.

“That's a lot of weird food. ”

After tasting Osora in her hand with the canapé with caviar, she nods her head that it's not bad. But that's it. I didn't feel like eating again.

“I'm not pulling any more than I thought. Have you had a lot of this? ”

“I don't know much about snacks. ”

“There are many kinds of food. ”

“Fried.”

“Too bad, I'm Tteokbokki. ”

“Let's hear it through. You should sprinkle a little Tteokbokki Soup on the fries. ”

The two people who were having a joke-like conversation with a fine dish in front of them laughed quietly.

“Let's go out and eat when the party's over. Something you want. ”

“You have to show your face to Mr. Jung. This looks expensive enough to fill your stomach. ”

While Osora was wandering around the table, Minho's gaze turned towards the main stage preparing for the charity auction. Across the large area where the banquet was held was a conversation between Auction specialists from Seoul and President Jung Su-ho.

I thought you said it was a big hand in domestic art. ’

Just before coming, Yoo-hoon Yoo-hoon told me that there are rare collectors who have the same high-end tastes as Mr. Jung. It is impossible to win an event like this that reveals your possessions and preferences without being confident that your tastes are one step ahead.

“We will start the auction now, so please take your seats. ”

Soon, Minho's long-awaited event began.

“Today's proceeds are donated to the Children's Foundation at AN Hospital in the name of everyone who won the auction. ”

President Jung Soo-ho stands in front of Mike. At the mid-50s, he saw a clear head underneath his ears, but as Yun-gu said, although he was small in stature, cool confidence came from his face.

“Thank you all for coming to shine a meaningful light. Then, I will take care of Kim Ji Hyo Dealer who will lead the auction. ”

Along with Jung's horse, a list of items for auction today came up on the screen behind the stage. Of the 20 items, Min-ho's brush was the 12th.

‘It's lower than the others. I'm not sure where that came from. ’

Minho's eyes, which saw the 'brush of Hyewon' set at a base price of 30 million won, gave a dazzling glow. Osora saw the auctions that were forming a massive starting price and opened her mouth.

“Brother, are you sure you want to participate? ”

“Yes.”

Minho waved his paddle number that said ‘52’. He looked surprised to see him who looked very happy even though he had a lot of money on him.

“By the way, the car is old. Antique collecting? That's your hobby, isn't it? ”

“I don't like it all because it's old. There has to be a story. You know Kim Hong, right?”

“I know.”

“What about Shin Yoon?”

“I saw it in a drama. I love you both so much. ”

“That's a fiction show. If the number 12 auction is Hyewon Shin Yoon's brush, it's something special. ”

“Yeah, it's a brush. ”

He was right.Brushes do that to others. But for Minho, it was a treasure that showed a luscious orange glow.

The early thirty women who tied their heads neatly climbed onto the platform. The auction dealer Kim Ji-ho opened his mouth while the two assistants stood next to him.

“Before we get started, I'd like to make a quick announcement. If the auctioneer knocks on the bid and declares it, the bidding will be decided. There are times when bids come in at the same time as knocking on the winning bar, and you can still get bids. ”

The auction proceeded with very basic rules.

The first artist, Gazim, who was on the auction table had a starting price of 18,000.

“Now it's a picture of the tiger tiger tiger tiger. His other painting, The Faceless Woman, was recently traded for 5 billion won in the New York Soderby Auction and then on the topic. I'm going up to a thousand units. ”

The paddles climb up quickly, terrified to the end of the auction dealer's words.

“18,000. 190,000. 200,000…. ”

The auction dealer raised the unit to 2,000 as soon as it got close to 300 million.

“34,000. 36,000. ”

When it reaches twice the basic appraiser, the paddle goes up less quickly.

“400 million. $460 million? ”

The auction dealer, who looked around the seat for a moment, knocked on the auction rod.

“46,000. 460 million, winning! Won to paddle number 33. ”

There was an auction at three times the base price from the start.

Minho realized that the auction dealer's 5 billion stories had worked. If another painting of the same author had been traded for 5 billion, it would have expected that the price would also jump significantly.

The auctions that followed were repeated at twice the base price.

“The next item is a portrait of a Joseon painter known as the 'Hyewon Brush’. The base price is 3,000. I'll raise it to 500 units. ”

Minho picked up the paddles at the beginning.

“3,500. 4,000. 4,500. ”

The price rose steeply to over 100 million.

“A thousand units. A hundred million. A hundred and twenty thousand. ”

Most of them gave up, but the man in the front seat of the poison continued to follow Minho.

“190 million. 200 million. It's hot.”

Eight times the base price, even those who didn't care. "What is it? ’I focused on the auction table.

“Are you sure you want to do this? ”

Oshora, who was watching, was surprised and asked. Minho nodded, saying, "Don't worry."

“290 million. 300 million. I'm going to raise the unit to 2,000. ”

By now, it was not the goods, but also the people who were paying attention to the two people who were conducting the heated auction. Lee Yoon-gook, who was sitting in the middle, was surprised to see that one of the auctioneers was Min-ho.

“320,000. 400,000…. ”

Minho glanced at the man in the front seat. Maybe he was in his late 30s? Everyone was wearing their usual brown jacket as opposed to dressing up for the party.

‘I don't know how long I'm going to do this. ’

Minho, who had handed over the artifacts to the appraiser from Yunhwan, felt that his father had given him a real family DC after experiencing how much money the real auction was worth.

‘But I can't give up. It's money. You can make it. ’

Minho flashed his paddle.

“We're at 48,000! ”

From then on, Minho shyly hears the paddles, but the man in front flinches and ponders. When Min Ho's paddles came up at 600 million, the man who was competing announced his intention to give up, letting go of the paddles.

“600 million. Do you have more? Paddle number 52. Congratulations."

Minho's ears rang with the sound of the winning rod 'snapping’.

“Yes!”

Minho, the mouse with the fist burning. I finally have the brush.

* * *

In an hour.

20 auctions are over. The highest-priced item broke everyone's expectations and became Minho's brush that won twenty times the base price. Among those who participated, they were naturally on the topic, but they were divided about why it was so expensive.

Kim Hong-do's brush is not the one used by his disciples, but his brush. Shin Yoon-bok actually used it when painting "Beautiful India."

“I can't believe how hot our advertising model is. I saw it again."

As soon as the auction was over, Jung approached Minho and praised him. Minho trembled because it was about spending money, but he also noticed the profit countries that were watching from afar and felt as good as he could.

“I was surprised to see what Jung gave me today. It's a great collection. ”

“Really?"

His shoulders shrugged, even though he complimented the collections, not himself. The ultimate compliment to a bone marrow collector.

‘Ask Uncle Yoo-hoon about his propensity. ’

Minho is unfamiliar, but he added to the idea of making the most of Kim Il-ryong's knowledge when it remains.

“In particular, I heard that the 19th edition of the Hong Kong Pomegranate 'M's Afternoon' was damaged at the time of transaction five years ago, and you restored it to perfection. I don't know what to do to have the same aesthetic and knowledge as Mr. Chung. ”

“Look at this guy. ”

"Haha," Jung said, tapping Minho's shoulder.

“If you keep working on it, you'll find it. Please feel free to contact me if you have any questions in the future. ”

The conversation was concluded by obtaining Jeong's personal phone number. After Jung went to meet other acquaintances, Oshora looked back at Minho with a groan.

“Bro, you're here to win an ad, right? ”

“No.”

Minho looked at the profit and smiled that it ended well.

“Sora, I'll be back for the auction. Wait a minute. ”

Storage on the third floor of the museum.

“Here you go. ”

“Thank you.”

Minho gave the brush from the auctioneer and made a happy face. I usually get it directly from my home after paying for a won item However, after finishing the deposit with a lump sum, Minho rushed here for a month.

“Let me see!”

Minho came out of the storeroom and carefully examined the glowing artifacts in the transparent envelope. A brush made of bamboo sticks and weasel tails. It was a type of small writing or elaborate coloring.

‘Oh, sweet thing. ’

Minho whistled to the stairs. I was already excited about the test of the items that will be at night.

“Hey……. ”

Minho, who was about to return to the banquet hall Oshora was waiting for, stopped walking on a man's call standing at the entrance to the stairs going down to the second floor. He was the guy who competed over brushes. It was also an atmosphere that seemed to be waiting for him.

“What's the matter? ”

“About that piece of hair. ”

The man I watched closely looked good, but his beard was also not properly shaved.

“Can you lend it to me? I'll give you enough examples. ”

Minho questioned my sudden request.

“What do you use it for? ”

“I'm going to complete one unfinished painting. ”

“With this brush? ”

“Yes, we do need that. ”

Minho had just discovered that there was paint all over the man's south side, which had been revealed in the brown jacket. Moreover, I could see the tearing paint on my fingertips.

“Oh, you didn't introduce me. I am Kim Seung-am, a student of Teacher Jo Baek Ho. ”

‘Kim Seung-am?’

As I entered the entrance of the Ascension Art Hall into Minho's head, I remembered the interior layout that had passed for a moment. There was clearly a private workspace on the fourth floor called the "Ascension Bathroom."

“Maybe……. Are you the president of this museum? ”

“I just lent you my name. I'm leaving the operation to professional management. ”

A man in his late thirties who scratches his head shyly. Minho was very surprised that the owner of the museum, which was visited by the upscale people, was this kind of person.

Is it because you're an artist? ’

Kim Seung-am's gaze turned to the brush in Minho's hand.

“Please. That's all I had left of my brush before Master Jo Baek cut it off. ”

I couldn't help but refuse.

“Well, it doesn't wear off. That's the brush that Mr. Cho Baek Ho used? Not a shiny brush? ”

“I don't know the details, but there are pots that have been pouring down the garden since then. Teacher Jo Baek Ho inherited them and owned them. Probably not a shiny brush. More like a next-generation Yewon disciple's brush……. ”

Minho realized and listened to the information necessary to pass the test.

“And?”

“Would you like to stop by the studio for a cup of tea instead of doing this here? ”

Minho turned along Kim Seung-am to the fourth floor. As I climbed the stairs, I quickly texted Oshora.