Reset Life with Infinite Talents - Chapter 170
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Infinite Talent Reset Life Episode 170
The first scenery he remembered was through a small window, the bright smile of a little girl being held by a man’s hands and looking down from the large window of the building across the street.
As he gradually grew older and became able to look out the window by himself, he realized that place was a hotel.
The Commodore Hotel next to Grand Central Station, the heart of America where all of America’s railroads converged.
For a child who couldn’t go outside due to busy working parents, the Commodore Hotel was the only scenery he could see through the window, and it sparked great curiosity.
How could so many people fit in there?
Why do the people who go in come out the next day?
Why don’t they stay longer than a day? Isn’t it a house?
Where did those people come from?
What makes them go in there?
Why do they go in smiling and come out smiling?
Mother and Father fight even in front of the house.
The neighbors on the same floor do too.
His thoughts gradually changed as he turned 4 and 5 years old.
He eventually set one goal.
‘I want to go there.’
The memory of being beaten unconscious after pestering his parents was a nightmare he never forgot until he died.
Only when he turned 6 was he able to cross the road.
‘What’s the matter, Kid?’
Grandfather wearing splendid red clothes and smiling brightly.
He learned later that he was a doorman.
‘What kind of house is this?’
‘It’s a house that creates wonderful dreams and memories for people.’
‘Wow!’
‘Want to see?’
Through the crack of the door he opened slightly, The Child witnessed a completely different world.
And Grandfather who sent him back, saying that to enter this wonderful house that creates dreams and memories, he needed money.
After that, he had a new goal of entering that hotel.
So he did all the work a child could do – running errands for Adults, selling newspapers, shining shoes – saving money and confidently returning to the hotel.
‘Did you come to make dreams and memories?’
‘Yes! Here! I saved this much!’
The door that the doorman Grandfather opened wide.
Inside, even the smell was different.
Not the foul odors of sewers, filth, and sweat, but a subtle fragrance like flowers blooming in spring.
Huge jewels sparkling from high above.
Wonderful brothers and sisters greeting him with bright smiles.
Blankets that seemed to contain sunlight and cloud-like beds.
It felt as if he had become someone important, someone rich.
As he was about to naturally drift off to sleep, he finally had a dream.
‘If I work in a place like this, I’d feel this way every day, right?’
A dream only a Young Child could have.
He worked solely to achieve that dream, and only after becoming an employee of the Commodore Hotel did he learn.
‘Employees don’t sleep in the hotel.’
He wasn’t disappointed. Instead, he had another dream.
‘Let’s give wonderful dreams and memories to People who visit the hotel, just like that doorman Grandfather back then.’
So he became a concierge, and until the Commodore Hotel closed in the 1970s, he gave dreams and memories to countless people.
* * *
Whooom!
Inside the elevator heading to the upper floors.
Johann, gripping the cart’s pole, opens his mouth.
“The 17th, 18th, and 19th floors are the cafeteria and banquet hall…”
Giselle Buncheon is slightly surprised by his low voice.
‘Was Johann’s voice this pleasant to listen to?’
A voice that put the mind at ease while naturally drawing attention.
Since She knew Johann’s original voice, She couldn’t help but be shocked.
‘The appeal… broke through the song.’
The appeal that made an 11-year-old Boy into a Billboard star.
Perhaps that’s why. Even his standing posture seemed to command attention.
“Finally, on the top 30th floor, you can enjoy cocktails and tropical fruits while watching the sunset over Malibu’s vast Ocean, at a cafeteria-bar, and use foot bath therapy and massage services.”
A bar selling cocktails and wine. You can enjoy wines from around the World, including American wines from companies like Larissa Company.
“Even wine made from the fantasy variety discovered last year.”
Flinch!
“Yes, the one you discovered at Trip Road?”
“Since it’s unaged wine, your children can enjoy it together too.”
“Wh-what’s the taste like?”
Though She doesn’t drink much due to body management issues, She does enjoy wine in small amounts.
“A sommelier evaluated it as good for light enjoyment.”
‘The One Who Pours Wine’ had evaluated it.
The wine born from the harmony of grape varieties from a century ago and modern science and technology was worthy of inclusion in ‘The One Who Pours Wine’s’ list.
“Also…”
Giselle Buncheon and Tom Brady’s eyes widen at the continued explanation of additional facilities.
Exercise facilities including fitness and Swimming Pool, and infinity pool.
Parties on Wednesdays and Fridays.
Just listening was enough to create an impulse to visit.
“Wow.”
‘We won’t even be able to see everything today, will we?’
It was properly equipped. She had worried a lot when he suddenly said he was investing in the hotel business, but it felt like everything that should be equipped was equipped to overflowing.
“You’re not thinking of a hotel chain, are you?”
“It’s not that I haven’t thought about it.”
For now, it’s something to think about after this hotel does well.
“Thank you for the compliment.”
“Tsk. Are you going to keep using that tone?”
“Haha.”
Ding! Swoosh!
-This is the 27th floor.
“Huh?”
Not only Giselle Buncheon but also Tom Brady, their children Benjamin and Vivian, and John, the Child of Tom Brady and Bridget Moynahan whom Tom Brady brought today for accommodation after asking Giselle Buncheon’s understanding, all look up. It was their first time with a talking elevator.
“I was impressed after using one once in Korea, so I decided to purchase it.”
Back then he introduced it out of curiosity, but ‘Kledor Concierge’ praises it as the best choice.
‘What other hotels don’t have is precisely my hotel’s class.’
Differentiated service. Customers feel the hotel’s value and treatment from that.
“If you press the button like this here…”
-This is the 26th floor.
‘Once more.’
-Canceling.
“…Wow!”
“Waaaah!”
“No.”
“Waaah. Mom.”
“Tsk!”
Johann smiles faintly at the two siblings making sad faces.
“If it’s just once each, you may press them.”
“R-really?”
Benjamin and Vivian look at Giselle.
She clicks her tongue.
“Just once, okay?”
“Yes!”
Press!
-30th floor. Canceling.
-17th floor. Canceling.
“Wooooah!”
“Ahem.”
For some reason, Tom Brady looks envious while John hesitates and can’t press anything.
Johann waits for them, then guides them to the suite when Giselle Buncheon gets off.
“May I open the door for you?”
Sometimes among young customers, there are those who must do everything themselves to be satisfied, so he asks.
“Oh, would you do that?”
‘He even takes care of such small details.’
“Understood.”
Beep! Click!
“Wow!”
“Waaaah!”
As soon as the door opens, Malibu’s blue ocean and sky with white clouds floating pierce their vision.
A cozy living room of wood and marble that frames that scenery like a picture frame.
Benjamin and Vivian squirm down from her arms, John quickly runs over, and Johann, having unloaded luggage from the cart, counts three seconds in his mind.
“There are three rooms in total…”
Johann explains the suite’s structure and precautions while unloading luggage, then bows his head slightly.
“Then please rest comfortably.”
“Johann!”
“Yes?”
“…Never mind. Do you happen to have any tourist packages you’d like to recommend?”
“Today I’d like to recommend the hotel’s private beach and walking trails.”
The customer’s purpose for staying at the hotel is rest. Walking through nature that’s hard to see in the city center to relax their tired body and mind.
If they want to leave good memories for the children, he also recommends the ENU Museum in downtown LA, which currently has a contract with the hotel.
“Really? That’s a good recommendation! Oh, here’s a tip! I’ll ask for more help later!”
A hundred-dollar bill is thrust before his eyes.
“Thank you. If you need anything or have any questions, please look for Johann Jefferson anytime.”
“Speak casually then! Otherwise you know what happens, right? And… relax your back and neck! You really look like a concierge!”
Johann turns around with a grin, and when the door closes behind him, he chuckles.
‘I really am a concierge though…’
“Hmm… did I make any mistakes?”
Johann reviews everything once more, nods, and takes a step.
As he comes down to the lobby, his eyes widen.
“Joe…”
The first people to catch his eye are Joe Walsh and Jimmy Page.
Mark and Lea Wahlberg with their four children.
Bruno Mars and his girlfriend Jessica Caban.
Other Billboard and Hollywood stars wait for check-in time while chatting with each other.
Even Cardinal Levada is there.
“Really…”
He doesn’t understand why customers never keep their appointment times.
Johann firmly suppresses his trembling lips and eyes as he heads to the front desk.
Step by step!
Taking powerful yet steady steps.
* * *
“Have a pleasant trip!”
“Thank you!”
Vroooom!
Five handsome Asian men get out of the departing yellow taxi and stare blankly at LA’s blue sky.
“Wow… we really came.”
They really came to America, to LA.
Five who became close while filming a movie.
One day while drinking together, they jokingly said they should travel together after filming ended, it was just drunken banter, but the man next to them going “wow, oh” in admiration actually made it happen.
“…Jinwook hyung is really a real man.”
“When something comes up, you have to act on it right away.”
“Oh, skateboard. Bikini.”
“Where?”
At the chubby man’s words among the group, the other four turn their heads urgently and are surprised.
Their gaze turns to the beach embracing the blue ocean, a slender Hispanic beauty skating in a bikini swimsuit.
That’s not all. Even though it’s a beach area, most of the passing people are casually showing their bodies without hesitation.
“This is really LA…”
“Yeonseok, where did you say our accommodation is?”
“What’s the point of unpacking?”
“The accommodation is over there, unpack and then the Art District… never mind, just follow me.”
After just a few words, the hyungs are already yawning. These hyungs just need to be dragged along.
“Hehe. Yeonseok is really good at planning these things!”
“Jinwook hyung has the drive, Yeonseok has the planning. Please take care of us, guide!”
“You guys should do something too… Sigh. The accommodation is that way.”
It’s accommodation booked through Airbnb. Since it’s much cheaper than five people staying at a hotel, they booked shared accommodation.
“Oh!”
A two-story house on an uphill road overlooking the beach. Their eyes turn to the picturesque white house that even comes with a small swimming pool.
The manager points somewhere while looking at them.
Yeonseok, who was receiving the keys, is startled.
“Really?”
“Really! Just don’t do drugs and parties, drug parties! Hahaha!”
As the Hispanic manager leaves laughing, the group looks at Yeonseok.
“What did he say?”
“The house behind us… used to be Instory’s headquarters?”
“What?”
Instory, an SNS they also operate accounts on, currently at peak popularity in Korea along with Fatalbook and Bluebird.
The headquarters of the mega-corporation that surpassed 100 million users in less than a year after launch.
“Now they operate a pub on the first floor.”
They didn’t know, but according to ‘The One Who Became a Star’s’ will.
Only the first floor is open, the rest is closed.
They stared blankly at the three-story house. It seemed like their destination after the night market was decided.
“Ugh, salty! This is supposed to be an American hamburger?”
“I told you. It’s better not to expect much from American food!”
Salty, sweet, and greasy.
America is quite a country that doesn’t suit Korean tastes.
The group also makes faces, but since they already bought it, they force themselves to eat it all.
They even force themselves to drink the tongue-meltingly sweet milkshake.
But their gazes are busy looking around with curiosity.
“It’s somehow… free.”
Various paintings filling the walls of buildings and music of different genres echoing from here and there.
Seeing foreigners in diverse clothing walking freely somehow makes their hearts feel open.
“Oh, that restaurant over there looks decent.”
“Looks like they sell grilled food. Should we go there instead of the night market?”
Perhaps because it’s a men-only trip, none of them care that their planned schedule is being changed in real time. Just coming to this street has fulfilled their purpose, so they’re just moving as their hearts desire.
A group of people passes in front of them.
“This way!”
“Why did you mix up the address!”
“Aren’t you going?”
“We’re going, let’s go!”
About thirty people, from elderly folks in their 60s and 70s to men and women in their 20s, rush toward one place.
“Here it is! Here! ENU Museum!”
They enter a large nearby building.
It’s not just them. People coming from the opposite side, people getting out of taxis in front of the building – in just a few short seconds, over 40 people have entered.
Their eyes roll around as they see the exterior decorated very stylishly, befitting a museum.
“Should we just check what they’re exhibiting?”
“Should we?”
It’s a men-only trip.
Plans were meaningless.
Their eyes widen as they pay the $100 entrance fee and enter.
“Oh!”
“Wow!”
Immediately upon entering, they see what looks like a camel made of sand.
A large, ornate piece of porcelain sits on its head, and the people who just entered exclaim in surprise.
“Wow…”
“This is imperial yellow and blue porcelain, right?”
“That’s right. It’s like a treasure symbolizing the fusion of Eastern and Western cultures, the Silk Road.”
The blue cobalt pigment called Huihui Qing, mainly produced in Middle Eastern Persia, was extremely expensive due to very limited imports and was used exclusively by the royal family.
So imperial yellow and blue porcelain, with blue flowers painted on a yellow base symbolizing the emperor, had to be even more valuable.
“Wow!”
“Ooh!”
Their eyes widen as they quietly move aside at the sound of people behind them.
‘Ma, Mark Wahlberg?!’
‘Stanley Tucci!’
That’s not all.
Matthew McConaughey, who became more famous through Interstellar, Michael Caine, Jessica Chastain, Giselle Benton, Bruno Mars, and other Hollywood and Billboard stars are passing by them and entering the museum.
Johann Jefferson, who became famous as a decent foreign star and honorary Korean, was leading them.
As they were about to follow them as if enchanted, a woman in her 30s wearing a women’s suit approaches them.
“Welcome to ENU Museum. Do you need any help?”
“Oh, no…! We’re fine!”
Though they’re called stars in Korea, those in front of them are stars among stars.
They carefully followed behind the Hollywood stars, hoping to take a photo if they even made eye contact.
Johann’s voice reaches their ears.
“ENU Museum is divided into three floors displaying ancient art pieces, and this spring 2015 season will feature ancient art from three Northeast Asian countries: China, Japan, and Korea.”
Spring, summer, fall, winter.
ENU Museum will display ancient art with different themes each season.
“As you can see, the first floor is the China Hall, and this spring season displays ancient art from the Yuan Dynasty, a state established by nomadic peoples, from the long history of the Silk Road – the East-West trade route connecting China with Central Asia, West Asia, Europe, and the Mediterranean world of Africa before the Age of Exploration.”
“You shouldn’t touch things like this, just look at them closely.”
“Why?”
“They’re really expensive…”
Smack!
Though it’s true, Giselle Benton slaps Tom Brady’s back for giving incorrect education and looks at her son.
“Benjamin, how would you feel if someone carelessly broke your toys?”
“I’d really hate it!”
“It’s the same thing.”
“Ah…”
“Johann, could you… take a photo? I really hate asking, but I’d like to request it here.”
Giselle Benton had never asked even once before, despite knowing Johann’s photography skills, because she didn’t want Johann to become more interested in a career as a photographer.
But since Johann wouldn’t stop just because she discouraged him, and since his talent couldn’t be hidden just by concealing it, she gave up.
“Yes. Anytime.”
Johann takes her phone and pauses for a moment.
‘Come to think of it, this is the first time…’
Taking photos of Giselle.
After coming down to the city, she was his first teacher, excluding Larry.
Giselle Benton, who guided him into the modeling world and taught him everything about modeling.
‘Even though I didn’t express it much, she must have been upset.’
At Johann constantly doing non-modeling work, revealing other talents.
The occasional playful phone calls asking if he would continue wandering were probably half sincere.
‘This is also the first time capturing this entire family in one shot.’
So he puts all his heart into it.
Johann, who absorbed and reviewed ‘The Kiss, Alfred Eisenstaedt,’ raises the phone.
Fragments of ‘Ines de Fresang, The Speaking Mannequin’ who knows how to pose beautifully, and fragments of ‘Artist, Hugo Ballin’ assist him.
Fragments of ‘Kledor Concierge’ also create a comfortable atmosphere.
‘I’m sorry, Gigi.’
The world is too wide to just do modeling.
Johann took the photo with that feeling.
Click! Click!
“Is this enough?”
“…Yeah.”
‘I really… have to give up.’
It’s just a photo taken with a phone, an ordinary family photo without makeup, yet even that has quality as if it were a concept.
Moisture forms in the breath she exhales.
“You took it… well.”
“Thank… you.”
Johann bowed his head toward her, who had become his former teacher.
* * *
“Phew. I thought I was going to suffocate.”
As Johann and Giselle Benton’s conversation ended, a solemn atmosphere settled over the Hollywood stars.
Perhaps because they’re actors whose specialty is analyzing characters and people.
As an atmosphere was created where they seemed reluctant to have anyone other than themselves empathize, the Korean Actors who had fled up to the 3rd Floor shake their heads.
“Johann, that guy’s voice was no joke.”
A voice that draws all attention when filled with intense emotion. Rather, his voice when acting feels more dead in comparison.
“Hollywood is truly Hollywood…”
“Ahem. Should we go down later and pretend to run into him by chance?”
“That’s a good idea!”
“Oh, there’s a Korean section here?”
“…Really?”
Could these be Korean treasures looted during the Shinmiyangyo incident?
Their mood becoming strange, they furrow their brows and step forward.
“Whoa, it’s Goryeo celadon.”
“There’s white porcelain too.”
They take photos of the displayed treasures one by one as they look around, then soon enter a space.
“Wow…”
A Diamond-shaped pentagonal space shrouded in darkness.
What greets them first is a portrait of a king in red dragon robes, depicted very realistically, on the front wall, and a single book placed before it.
However, they decide to look around starting from the left.
In their eyes appears a middle-aged king with a sturdy build.
Piercing eyes and broad shoulders, a strong nose and lips.
Even though it’s just a painting, they feel something overwhelming for a moment.
“Lee… Seong-gye?”
“King Taejo Yi Seong-gye?”
Startled, they look at the large painting again.
Lee Seong-gye sitting on a red Royal Throne carved with dragon heads.
Jinwook gasps.
“C-could this really be a Royal Portrait?”
The yellowish tone of the paper really looks like a very old painting.
“Royal Portrait?”
“A king’s portrait!”
And in front of it, a large quiver.
“Oh! This is King Jeongjong!”
At Yeonseok’s exclamation, they get goosebumps and stare at the third Royal Portrait, the king with an excellent build on the front wall.
“K-King Sejong the Great…?”
“H-his face is different from what we know?”
“That was drawn by a modern artist using imagination!”
Cases where portraits of great figures from hundreds of years ago are passed down to modern times are extremely rare, so the Government commissioned famous Artists to create standard portraits to honor those great figures.
And King Sejong the Great’s portrait was also one of them.
In other words, the face of King Sejong known to the General Public was drawn from an artist’s imagination.
As if enchanted, they approach, and in their eyes falls a book displayed in front of King Sejong.
Thump!
“Huh…? W-why is this here…?”
Hunminjeongeum Haerye-Sangju.
A treasure among treasures, of which only one copy exists even in the Republic of Korea.
In the shock that made their vision blur, they raised their Mobile Phone.
Click!
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