Life Turnaround with Vitality Experiment! - Chapter 132



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The Venice Biennale building.

There was an obstacle on the way to the 8th floor, which was the solo exhibition hall of artist Runkei Van.

“How did you come here?”

“This is Runcayvan.”

“Yes, sir. I know. However, outsiders are not allowed to enter during this time.”

At the entrance to the exhibition hall, a rice cake stand blocked my way.

“Do you have permission from the director?”

That’s a given.

Even if you are an artist, if you allow people to enter outside of exhibition hours, I can’t guarantee that there will be any problems inside.

Actually, the reason I went in was to revise the work.

To prevent that damned downward curve from forming and turn it into an upward curve.

Of course, it sounds nice, but to others, it can’t help but seem like you’re damaging the work.

That’s why, from my perspective, going in officially was not a pleasant experience.

“Permission?”

Instead, he raised his voice.

“Who do I need to ask permission to see my work?”

“……I’m sorry, but that’s our policy.”

“Oh, the principle?”

Look at this kid?

I don’t like the way you speak.

I have to go in right now and fix the work to avoid the risk of liquidation!

I couldn’t leave alone a guy who was further irritating my already uncomfortable feelings.

“The principle is good.”

Only then did he smile as if he understood what I was saying.

But I’m a runaway.

“If I can’t get in, I’ll take all the work out.”

“……yes?”

“I will stop the exhibition and bring the artwork out.”

“What’s that all of a sudden…….”

A look of confusion appeared on the guy’s face.

“Why, why are you doing that?”

“The first rule of a writer is that my work is my own. You have violated the Runcaban rule.”

“But according to the contract for the work…….”

“You just have to pay the deposit.”

I put my hands in my pockets and said.

“There’s a clause that says I can remove the work if I pay three times the deposit?”

Actually, there is no such thing.

No, even if there were, I would never remove my work.

But what kind of people are writers?

They are crazy authors who will do anything once they get their mind set on it.

Sweat also began to drip from the bodyguard’s forehead.

“Then could you please wait a moment?”

“How much?”

“10 minutes…….”

“What?

“It only takes 5 minutes!”

“I’ll give you exactly 300 seconds from now.”

The figure who appeared to be the leader of the bodyguards hurriedly took out his cell phone and stepped back.

“I think I need to speak to the director. Yes. Right now. As soon as possible…….”

About 4 minutes and 30 seconds later.

The bodyguard who had disappeared to make a phone call returned with a out-of-breath face and spoke.

“Hey, come in.”

“Is that okay?”

“Yes. However, you can only enter the standalone exhibition hall on the 8th floor.”

“That’s no problem.”

I have no intention of working on other works anyway.

There’s no reason to steal it, and no reason to touch it.

A mid-level bodyguard followed him, as if to keep watch in case something happened.

He looked around, wondering if I would tell him not to come.

“It’s okay. Come.”

“Oh, yes.”

Anyway, if you don’t come, I know full well that they will monitor you with CCTV.

I reached the 8th floor via the elevator.

After passing through other exhibition halls, we arrived at Runcayvan’s exclusive exhibition hall.

Even here, the bodyguard followed me, so I extended my hand.

“I’ll go alone from here.”

“……yes?”

“It’s my own studio. I don’t have any other works anyway.”

“ah…….”

It seemed like he wanted to say no.

I couldn’t touch it further because I was so annoyed by the work I took out on the first floor.

I came into the exhibition hall alone.

It’s dark.

We do have CCTV, but we know it’s not infrared.

That means, since the lights aren’t on, there’s no way to tell what I’m doing here.

‘How should I fix this… … .’

I looked at the picture carefully.

‘This section needs to be fixed… … .’

I wish I could draw a graph showing Bitcoin hitting 1 billion tomorrow.

If that happens, there is a high chance that problems will arise.

Not only that, there will be no one to buy to the extent that they can follow the rapidly rising Bitcoin graph.

If you notice a change,

‘It feels good to draw a line appropriately and go up without tugging at the tail.’

If it is a picture that is gradually but steadily increasing, it will be easy for the general public to follow.

‘Let’s just keep going like this for now.’

I found a suitable location, grabbed the picture, and took out the paints and brushes I had kept in my pocket.

‘Let’s start this way… … .’

He stretched out his arm toward the painting.

That moment just before the brush touches the painting.

“Author!”

My voice sounded urgent.

He paused and put the brush back into his bosom.

“……Who are you?”

“I’m leaving, Alberto.”

Alberto, the chairman of the Biennale’s organizing committee.

He approached me, breathing heavily and urgently.

His face was covered in sweat.

Judging by your appearance, you must have run all the way here from home.

The condition was also terrible.

Although he is wearing his usual suit.

Critically, the shoes are slippers, not shoes.

I tried my best to stay awake and run, but I didn’t even pay attention to my shoes.

“Why is Alberto here?”

“I heard the author is coming…….”

He approached, wiping the sweat from his forehead.

“By the way, what brought you here? I heard you said you absolutely had to see the work.”

“Oh, yes. There is something that bothers me.”

“If I get caught…?”

“Isn’t there a time like that?”

He spoke while looking at the work with an open mind.

“I feel like my work is lacking something. I feel like it’s lacking about 2%. That’s what I think.”

“So, are you here to edit the work?”

“……!”

How did you know?

His gaze was directed to the handle of the brush sticking out from his bosom.

‘ah.’

It looks like it was seen.

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“I’m just asking in case you’re not satisfied with the results of your investment in coins…….”

“No way.”

I waved my hands vigorously.

“I’m not Sakashi Nakamoto. I’m just Han Seok-jae.”

“Oh, right?”

“If I had made it, I would have called it Yi Sun-sin, not the Japanese name.”

He said it as if he didn’t care.

“I just came here to see if the painting was good.”

“okay.”

He put the brush away as if he was hiding it in his bosom.

“By the way, my work has to be exhibited until November, right?”

“Yes, that’s right.”

“You can’t just take it out in the middle, right?”

“……Yes? It seems like it would be difficult due to the contract.”

He bragged to the bodyguards that he would pay the deposit.

It’s not just a penny or two, and I don’t have the money to pay.

But that doesn’t mean I can leave this piece alone, my Bitcoin futures position will be liquidated before November.

‘Is this really fucked up?’

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[Bitcoin (BTC)]

-Current unit price: KRW 71,861,404 (-29.1%)

– Yield: -87.3%

-Liquidation price: BTC 67,570,670 KRW

“Ah, fuck!”

bang!

Kwaaang!

Knock knock knock!

He repeatedly slammed the table and floor and kicked it with his feet.

“This sucks!”

The anger did not subside.

This crazy Bitcoin doesn’t show any signs of going up.

‘The mountain is just around the corner… …!’

If it falls by just 4% more, 3 billion will disappear.

‘If this continues, it’s really the end.’

I can’t eat or drink.

Literally liquidation.

There is not a single penny left.

‘Even if we can’t bounce back, we need to at least create a resistance line.’

But considering that it is following my work exactly, Bitcoin’s graph is bound to get even more lopsided.

I tried to come up with a plan in my head, but no plausible idea came to mind.

‘It won’t work.’

After thinking about it for a while, I suddenly got up from my seat.

It’s a showdown, and I can’t just sit here and open my eyes and lose 3 billion.

“Francesca, I’m going to the exhibition hall now.”

Something must be done.

* * *

There were more people than usual at Runcayvan’s solo exhibition hall.

The actual Bitcoin graph was moving along with his work.

Because of this, the fame of the writer Runkeivan grew even more.

Even the experts who had been criticizing him began to change their attitudes.

As Andrei Lee analyzed, the opinion that it was a ‘critique of modern values’ was virtually considered the correct answer.

Thanks to this, the Runcay Van exhibition hall on the 8th floor has become a must-see for visitors to the Venice Biennale.

But this was dissatisfactory to Han Seok-jae.

‘Fuck, why!’

I’m not even bothered by coming up with different analyses.

This is becoming established as an established theory.

If so, there is even less room for Bitcoin to rise again.

‘Why are you giving me a gift instead of just giving me a present like you usually do…?’

It would have been fine if I had just bought it instead of going 3x long.

No matter how much you fall, you can still survive.

In fact, if you think about the graphs in his work, they are ultimately pictures that are rising from where they are now.

But gifts are different.

Because if adversity and hardship come in the middle, it becomes a ‘liquidation’, so no matter how much you know that it will go up later, it is an area that is impossible to give up.

Meanwhile, the coin continued to fall.

-29.8%

-30.4%

-31.6%

‘This is crazy!’

Now there is less than 2% left.

If Bitcoin hits -33.4%, it’s like 3 billion completely burning up right before your eyes.

‘Fuck, I don’t know. I can’t stay still like this.’

After thinking for a while, Han Seok-jae suddenly got up from his seat.

He took off his mask and hat.

Naturally, the hottest writer of the moment and the person who created the work before our eyes was right in front of us, so people couldn’t help but flock there.

“Okay, author?!”

Francesca also came over hurriedly with a surprised look on her face.

At her direction, bodyguards surrounded her.

However, Han Seok-jae did not stop walking.

No, rather, I approached the work with even more strides.

He looked solemnly at his own painting.

His eyes were blazing.

To a third party, it just seemed like the writer was intoxicated with excellence.

But Han Seok-jae made up his mind.

“brush.”

“……yes?”

“Bring me a brush.”

He extended his hand and commanded Francesca.

From a secretary’s perspective, it was impossible to disobey his words.

First, I brought a brush and some paints and handed them to him.

As he took the brush in his hand and dipped it directly into the paint, the people watching nearby started to murmur.

“What are you doing?”

“Are you signing the work?”

“I don’t think so.”

“Isn’t this also modern art?”

“Oh, by the way, I heard you did some performance art a while ago?”

“Wait a minute. Is this a performance?!”

“I see!”

The voices of the people were not heard.

Han Seok-jae simply had to keep his Bitcoin from being liquidated.

Alberto, the museum director, came running after hearing the news late, but he had no idea what Han Seok-jae was thinking.

In the first place, he couldn’t be stopped because he was blocked by the crowd.

No, rather, I was excited.

‘You’re saying you’re going to perform the work on site?’

This has never happened before!

“PR team! Broadcast it live on SNS right now!”

It was an opportunity to boost the popularity of the Biennale.

Meanwhile, Han Seok-jae, who was unaware of this fact, muttered quietly while intoxicated with madness.

“I can’t die like this…….”

The brush at his fingertips approached the painting.

Chomp!

There is a crack in the picture.

An ascending graph that rolls up the lows.

The scene was broadcast in real time across the world.

Even to those who invest in Bitcoin.

As expected, Han Seok-jae. No, the ripple effect of Runkeivan was enormous.

With his brush strokes.

Bitcoin started to soar.

Han Seok-jae was becoming a true coiner and chart artist.

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