Reset Life with Infinite Talents - Chapter 128
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Infinite Talent Reset Life Episode 128
Originally, wolves are animals that guard their territory while wandering in search of prey.
The nutrients they need to consume daily are enormous, and to fulfill this, they must wake up in the late afternoon and run until dawn.
And no matter how stealthily they move, their prey will eventually notice and disappear.
Yet Johann’s wolf family was able to hold their position for so long thanks to the grape vine colony.
A massive ant trap that drew in herbivores.
Rabbits, deer, birds, raccoons, badgers, and more.
Prey was overflowing, and the grapes also served as excellent snacks for the wolves.
The sourness and sweetness that struck the brain and burned the throat.
It was a favorite snack of the wolf family too.
Thanks to this, there was the minor problem of other predators frequently lurking around, but they were driven off using knowledge from beings like ‘survival expert Johann Jaeger’, so they never felt the danger of having to relocate their den.
The grape vine colony also provided entertainment for Johann.
‘Where did these grape vines come from?’
‘How have they grown until now?’
He traced back through memories to follow their origins.
Eventually, he discovered they started from droppings left by birds that had stolen grapes from California vineyards and dropped them while heading to Canada.
‘Honestly, I thought the flavor was too strong and not that great…’
But searching through ‘the wine pourer’s’ memories, he learned it was considered top-tier even in France at the time.
“Ugh!”
Johann opens his eyes early in the morning and looks to the side.
“Snore! Snore!”
Mark Wahlberg snoring in a sleeveless shirt.
The snoring shakes the room and assaults his eardrums, but Johann’s expression remains calm.
“Weaker than the youngest.”
The youngest among his wolf brothers had the worst snoring.
That guy did everything bad.
Johann shakes his head, leaves the room, and stretches.
“Good morning!”
“Good morning, Emily. You washed up early?”
“I’m always done by this time, you know?”
She approaches Johann, having finished even her makeup.
“Right. Sorry.”
Johann briefly touches her lips, then twists his body around and grabs a nearby chair to do a handstand.
Muscles that swell and contract as his forearms bend and extend. Veins popping above them. Abs and erector muscles revealed as his shirt falls down.
Emily sits beside him, watching and licking her lips as she speaks.
“But why did you give away the grapes for free?”
“Hm?”
“If it’s a tree that’s at least 120 years old, you can name your price.”
Considering grape vines live about 80 years, it wouldn’t be the original tree, but it was definitely a real treasure with the pure variety from that time continuing unchanged.
It wasn’t like Johann.
Normally Johann would have demanded a stake.
But this time he provided the location completely free.
“Larry owed them a debt.”
He was repaying that favor instead.
“Their situation was pitiful too?”
“Yeah.”
“The thing about being Jefferson’s collateral line?”
“Not really?”
Among people with the Jefferson surname, only Larry and Grandmother Melanie could be called family. There was no reason to make such a decision for other Jeffersons he’d never even seen.
“Hmm.”
“Why? Do you want the grape vines? Want to try running a winery?”
“Not me, Mother.”
Since childhood, her dream was to tend a small vineyard and make wine to share with family.
“Sandra?”
“Pfft. Doesn’t suit her, right? We told her the same thing.”
So that day they all had to eat out.
“Hehe. Should I ask them to share some saplings?”
“I’d be grateful if you would. Let’s ask together later. Oh, but what will you do? Wine-related stocks and futures seem like they’ll fluctuate…”
At the sudden stock talk, Johann uses Absorption Reading on ‘Investor Leicester Barber’.
“That’s definitely true…”
It’s a variety that even active farmers called fantasy grapes.
That anticipation would surely shake wine markets beyond America to the entire world.
“I didn’t think of this. Thanks, I should organize some coins.”
“You invested in coins too?”
“High risk, high return. Look at Bitcoin.”
What didn’t even cost a dollar each now exceeds a thousand dollars.
“That’s too much of a gambling den… There are rumors it’s a money laundering operation for the underworld and politicians’ slush funds… Oh, so that’s why it has to grow.”
They’ll expand the market themselves.
To increase and protect their own wealth.
“Bingo.”
“Any stocks you’d recommend?”
“Bitcoin, Ethereum, Ripple?”
A correction seems to be coming soon, so if you think of it as burying spare money for about 10 years, you won’t lose.
“Really? Should I bury a million dollars for now?”
“Do whatever…”
“What are you guys?”
Looking back, Lisa Jefferson, Mark, Walton, and Kim Jin-tae are staring with incredulous eyes.
At first, they wondered if they were seeing hallucinations.
Johann remaining calm while exercising in a position that would challenge even professional athletes, and Emily watching that scene nonchalantly.
It was a bizarre sight that defied common sense.
But the conversations that followed made their heads even more confused.
Content unbelievable for teenagers’ conversation.
And these two were even lovers.
‘What exactly did you pick up, Larry!’
“Oh my! You’re up early?”
Johann wipes his sweat with the towel Emily offers and looks at Lisa Jefferson.
“What brings you here so early in the morning?”
“The grape vine results should come out soon, so I came to let you know…”
Lisa Jefferson looks at Emily.
“Miss, is your mother’s name Sandra Sherman by any chance?”
“…You know my mother?”
“You’re really Sandra’s daughter?”
Laughter escapes her.
She looks at Johann.
“You’re a hundred times better than those losers.”
“…?”
Bzzzz!
A message came.
“Ha!”
Dense forest.
Trees rising up between the bushes.
Though they appeared withered and dead, covered in white snow, there was no mistaking them.
Grapevines.
“Is this right?”
“You found it already?”
Even though they had given coordinates, no one thought it would be found this quickly.
‘Did they move by helicopter?’
Otherwise, it would be impossible in this timeframe.
Johann nods as he looks at the photo on his phone.
That’s right. Though much had changed, it was the grapevine cluster near the nest.
“As expected, without proper care they quickly grew wild. Many have died too.”
‘It was really true…’
Honestly, he had been half-doubtful.
Larry’s son had no reason to lie, but he was so young that those words had to be questioned.
Goosebumps rise all over.
But it’s not over yet.
“Mister!”
She approaches the old man who is shuffling toward them.
“Is this right?”
“…My goodness. That’s right! It’s correct!”
Though they had grown much, these were the grapevines he had seen as a child.
Even in their withered state, they were beautiful and noble, like blue jeweled trees.
“Oh, there’s not just Pinot Noir but Cabernet Sauvignon too!”
Merlot and Sauvignon Blanc for white wine were also visible.
There seemed to be other varieties too, but it wasn’t clear since they were not only withered but covered in snow.
“What did you say?!”
Everyone gathered around Lisa Jefferson’s phone looks at Johann.
“I never said there was only one variety.”
“Crazy…”
‘So, not just one type, but all the grape varieties that were lost or went extinct at that time were growing in the Rocky Mountains?!’
All varieties of grapes that had been brought through Mexico about 120 years ago.
It’s the discovery of the century.
Just like Johann and Emily’s conversation moments ago, the entire world will be shaken.
And they’re filming this historic moment for broadcast.
‘A new wind?’
No. After this broadcast, trends will change.
Main PD Walton and Arirang TV PD Kim Jin-tae could guarantee it.
* * *
A modern space with wood and paintings.
“We’ve notified the Forest Service that we’re securing them for variety protection and research purposes.”
The notification was made in Jefferson’s name. The Forest Service, which must preserve America’s national lands and forests, had no choice but to grant the request.
Now the only remaining task is to increase the 300 trees to 10,000, no, even more than that.
If left to the subsidiary research institute, it wouldn’t be too difficult.
Handing over saplings to Jake would come after that, and in the meantime Lisa Jefferson agreed to support Jake and his grandson.
“You’re certain they don’t exist in Europe either?”
“That’s correct.”
The pest infestation that swept California at the time had come from Europe. Europe also lost a considerable number of grapevines due to pests, and all wines currently distributed are made by improving varieties that barely survived afterward.
Varieties that are resistant to pests instead of having lower sugar content and taste.
“Those snobbish bastards’ faces will be worth seeing.”
Château d’Yquem, Mouton Rothschild, and other historic and prestigious wineries from France, Italy, Spain.
They’ll surely denounce it publicly as unbelievable fraud, but behind the scenes they’ll approach with bundles of money trying to get even a single branch of a sapling.
Now the hegemony of the wine market will change.
She, Larissa Company, will seize that hegemony.
“Ha!”
A thrill that shakes her entire body.
“What should I do for him…”
What could she do to repay this favor.
Tap tap, her long, slender index finger drums on the wooden desk.
‘Ah, first.’
Lisa Jefferson picks up her phone.
-…Lisa?
“Long time no see, Larry toad.”
-Damn it. What old nickname is that? What’s going on?
His older sister Lisa Jefferson, who had bullied him a lot since childhood.
Even now, this was their first call in a whole 5 years.
“It’s nothing much… your son is quite something, isn’t he?”
-…Where are you.
Chilling!
Lisa Jefferson chuckles.
“Why? Coming over? Then we’d be seeing each other for the first time in 10 years?”
-If you lay a hand on Johann, I won’t let even you get away with it.
“Ooh. Our toad has grown up a lot.”
-Lisa.
“I’m joking. I contacted you to say I acknowledge your son.
-…What are you scheming?
“So when I send you a proposal, pick out some decent models and send them over. I’ll make them exclusive models for my companies including Larissa Company.
-What? What the hell are you plotting… Hey! Lisa! Damn it!
Lisa Jefferson, who ended the call with chuckles, looks at her secretary who is frowning.
“If you’re going to say something like ‘we don’t share blood,’ shut up.”
“…I apologize.”
“The gold mine definitely wasn’t given by Mother or Father, right?”
“It’s been confirmed that he obtained it purely through his own abilities.”
They confirmed that massive amounts of money were being invested, dividended, and reinvested under Johann’s name.
A level that rivals any multimillionaire.
“Ah, then I just need to make him one of the top multimillionaires.”
“Pardon?”
Bzzzz! Bzzzz!
“Answer it.”
“Thank you.”
The secretary who turned and answered the phone soon looks back at Lisa Jefferson.
“What?”
“They say Johann got into a confrontation with Liam.”
“Really?”
Lisa Jefferson quickly got up.
“Let’s go!”
What kind of appearance will she show this time.
Her eyes began to sparkle with excitement.
* * *
“Today, the travel money we’ll be giving you is 30 dollars!”
The lodging where Lisa Jefferson had left.
A bolt from the blue strikes Johann, Mark, and Emily who had finished preparing for their trip.
“I don’t understand… Why?”
Mark’s expression turns menacing.
As Johann and Emily also narrow their eyes, Main PD Walton smiles brightly.
“That’s because you left too much money yesterday!”
“Left what left!”
They spent 70 dollars on gas alone.
If Johann hadn’t given the grapevine to Jake, and if Jake hadn’t said he wouldn’t take the lodging fee, there wouldn’t have been a single cent left.
“And all the money we left like that went into your mouths!”
Last night’s pork belly party and wine party. The reason they bought so much meat was all with the intention of eating together with the production team.
“Oh, that’s right. Why did you do that?”
“…Don’t try to stop me.”
As Mark rolls up his sleeves and steps forward, Walton hurriedly hides behind a nearby female writer.
“Are you even a man after doing that!”
“I’m a PD who sold his soul to broadcast production.”
“Grind!”
“Anyway, our production team judges that 10 dollars per person is sufficient! With this money, you need to handle sightseeing and meals until tonight!”
They’ll be doing missions in between, so there’s no need to worry about running out of money. Travel to other cities and lodging costs can also be covered through missions.
“Wow…”
“But what if we run out of money?”
“You can sell your belongings or utilize your own talents, right? Of course, we actively encourage that part. However, gambling is not allowed.”
‘This is it!’
Don’t just sightsee, but create something for the viewers to watch.
“Phew.”
Mark, who had been glaring at Walton while gritting his teeth, soon calls Johann and Emily.
“For now, we have no choice but to listen to that demon who sold his soul to broadcasting.”
The more they dawdle, the later they’ll arrive at the next city.
“When I researched yesterday, Lompoc’s tourist attractions are divided into three main places.”
Flower cultivation complex, Vandenberg Air Force Base, and La Purisima Mission.
Emily holds out her phone, showing captured photos of the tourist spots she researched yesterday.
“Among these, the flower cultivation complex doesn’t have much to see until June, so we should just take a quick look around there.”
And they’d probably have to choose just one between Vandenberg Air Force Base or La Purisima Mission.
“We have to go to the winery in the afternoon.”
The winery that Melanie, Johann’s grandmother, told them about.
Seeing that there are fewer production staff than yesterday, it seems some have already headed that way.
“…You found a good girlfriend?”
“She came to find me. Thankfully.”
“Oh.”
Mark nods his head, smiling warmly as if it’s a good time.
“I think it would be good if we went to La Purisima Mission…”
The purpose of this broadcast and trip is healing.
“That place will look much better on camera than a menacing place like an air force base.”
“Since you’re also a Christian?”
“Haha.”
“Well, that’s fine. Emily, what about you?”
“I like it too! It’s my first time going to a monastery in California!”
So they toured the flower cultivation complex and headed to La Purisima Mission.
A cool winter wind blows toward La Purisima Mission built on the wide grassland east of Lompoc.
“Moo-!”
A wide ranch spread under trees that must be hundreds of years old. There, long-horned cattle were leisurely grazing.
Elderly people walk slowly with books in one hand, and sunlight that’s neither strong nor weak gently illuminates the pink-colored walls.
“Wow!”
“Cows! Cows!”
Boys and girls clinging to the fence, waving their hands toward the cows.
Warm smiles appear on the faces of Johann, Mark, Emily, and the production staff.
“How cute…”
“Field trip in January…”
“Ah, I had times like that too.”
People’s gazes briefly turn to the guardians behind the children.
Guardians making surprised and interested expressions at the cameras.
There are middle-aged people and teenagers who appear to be older siblings.
Johann’s group exchanges eye greetings and walks toward the mission.
Then a clear voice reaches their ears.
“La Purisima Mission is the 11th of 21 missions built along California’s coastline, established in December 1787 by Father Francisco Lasen.”
The guide’s explanation continues about buildings made of adobe bricks mixed with sand, clay, and straw.
Walking through the Spanish-style long rectangular structure, tourists listen to his words.
“Also, it’s the only mission among the 21 that preserves its original form… right.”
The guide, surprised by the sudden filming, quickly adds his words.
A young child among the tourists raises their hand.
“I heard the original building all collapsed in an earthquake!”
“Oh, that’s right! It all collapsed in the powerful earthquake that struck California in 1812, but Father Mariano Payeras, who was in charge of restoration at the time, rebuilt it here, 4 miles away from the original site. This was because it was close to El Camino Real, the road where the missions were built, and water supply was easy.”
“Oh.”
“Then shall we travel back to that time?”
“Yes!”
Johann’s group also answers energetically and follows behind the tourist crowd.
People slowly tour past the main chapel with the statue of the Virgin Mary, through the monks’ quarters, library, kitchen, and more.
Leisurely smiles form on their lips as the short tour ends. Though not as splendid as San Juan Capistrano Mission or Santa Barbara Mission, it’s charming for its silence as if time had stopped and the vivid sense of life from that era.
“Now, it’s mission time!”
Answering five questions from the production team.
Each question has a 5-dollar prize, and if they get even one question wrong, the mission ends immediately.
Johann’s group, who had been glaring as if asking why break the peaceful mood at Main PD Walton’s words, soon listen attentively.
“What does La Purisima mean?”
“The Immaculate Conception of the Virgin Mary!”
“Oh, that was easy as expected, right? Then the next question! What’s the name of the priest who restored La Purisima?”
“Mariano Payeras!”
The following questions about how many monk’s rooms and how many ovens there were also passed quickly.
The production team is somewhat flustered by this.
“To even memorize the number of ovens…”
“Johann and Emily have good observation skills, don’t they?”
They lost 20 dollars too easily.
But it’s okay.
There’s still the last question remaining.
“Now for the long-awaited final question! The prize money for the last question is a whopping 50 dollars! If you give up now, you can take home 20 dollars, but if you take the challenge and fail, all the prize money you’ve earned so far will disappear! Will you take the challenge?”
“Crazy! If you don’t want to give it, just say you don’t want to!”
“Isn’t this too much?”
“It’s your choice!”
End it with just 20 dollars, or secure up to 50 dollars to add to the dormitory expenses.
“What should we do? Should we just give up?”
“Is there anything we can do with 20 dollars?”
“…Nothing.”
Buy a few hamburger sets and it’s over.
“Sigh. Then we’ll take the challenge?”
“Yes. It’ll probably be a question related to this mission anyway.”
I remember everything I heard and saw.
How many cattle there were, how many sections of fence there were, everything.
They turned around and nodded toward the production team.
“Challenge!”
“Are you really going to challenge?”
“Yes!”
“You won’t regret it?”
“No!”
“Is that so?”
Walton and the production staff smile brightly.
When anxiety crept into Johann’s group’s hearts, Walton opened his mouth.
“In this La Purisima mission, there’s one wall that hasn’t been restored – what’s the exact reason for that?”
Thump!
A question that hit them like a blow to the back of the head.
“…Hey!”
“Why are you making a question out of something even the guide doesn’t know?!”
“Then why did you take the challenge?”
The production team had tried to stop them several times.
“Wow! …Wow-!”
It was the moment Mark and Emily’s expressions turned fierce.
“Because it couldn’t be restored.”
“Huh?”
Everyone looked at Johann, who slowly opened his eyes.
“At that time, there was a mural painted by an unknown artist there, but they couldn’t restore it because they didn’t know what the painting was.”
A mural that was lost when the original building was destroyed and buried in an earthquake.
Historical records also explain that since the mural was buried and disappeared in the earthquake, that area was left as is without even being whitewashed.
“Right?”
Walton’s face crumpled.
“…Mr. Jefferson, correct.”
“Kyaaaaaaah!”
“Johann, you son of a gun!”
Mark, who ruffled Johann’s hair, strode toward the production team demanding they quickly hand over the money, and the onlookers around burst into laughter at the sight.
“Celebrities are that happy over just 50 dollars.”
“The broadcast budget must be really tight?”
Somehow, it felt like the people from above were as ordinary as neighbors.
It was when subtle smiles formed on their lips.
“Hey, Jefferson! If you solve one quiz I give you, I’ll give you this money! How about it?”
A teenage youth waving five hundred dollar bills, with a woman with linked arms stuck right next to him.
People’s expressions hardened.
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