Reset Life with Infinite Talents - Chapter 234

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Infinite Talent Reset Life Episode 234

60. Looking at the Stars

“That’s all I’ve prepared.”

Ahhhhh!

Encore! Encore! Encore!

The encore that shakes Yankee Stadium.

‘How can this be possible.’

Fans who cheer with the same fervor as when it first started throughout the long 5 hours.

Amazing.

Their passion.

That’s why my heart swells.

Being loved by them.

‘What am I to deserve this.’

If not for the library, I would have already died or been abandoned long ago, or maybe become a drug-addicted gang member.

‘I wouldn’t even have had the name Johann.’

Don’t cry! Don’t cry!

Fans who come over with tears in their eyes, worried about Johann’s distorted face.

“I’m not crying. Did you see me cry?”

Hahahaha!

“I’ve said it before and I’ll keep saying it, but I’m really grateful!”

For loving me.

For waiting and supporting me no matter what I do.

And I dare to hope. That you’ll continue to love me in the future.

Kyaaaaa!

I love you too! We love you too-!

“Lastly, let me introduce my staff! You know my manager, right?”

Rick-!

Rick Bottom waves his hand with a somewhat relaxed appearance, probably because he was introduced once at the western fan meeting at Dodger Stadium.

After that, the staff members are introduced.

“Finally, the new executive of Rocky Management who planned and directed this fan meeting from A to Z, who scolded me saying that aegyo isn’t a problem when fans come across continents! Concert Director Seon-a Kim!”

Kyaaaaa!

‘So that’s the person!’

‘A benefactor!’

The benefactor who made them see countless gracious moments, moments they thought they’d never see from Johann.

“Since I’m not the main character of this fan meeting, I’ll keep it short. I hope you enjoyed the fan meeting we planned and directed, and if you have any requests for Johann, please post them on Rocky Management’s website bulletin board anytime. Somehow… I will definitely make it happen!”

Kyaaaaa!

“Hey, what about my will?”

“What happens to a plant that can’t receive the sunlight of fans’ love?”

“…Damn it.”

Hahahahaha!

Johann also chuckles at the fans’ delighted expressions.

“Well, that’s how it is. Anyway, it’s time to part ways now.”

Ahhhhh!

No-!

“It was fun being together, and I’ll work hard to create more times like this! Then… run-!”

Boom boom boom boom!

Little Wolves, one of Johann’s signature songs.

…Kyaaaaa!

Yankee Stadium shook again.

* * *

4 years of hiatus! Everything revealed!

A completely different style of fan meeting than ever before!

5 hours that truly existed for the fans! Not a concert! A fan meeting!

Wolf Knight Johann becomes a baby kitten!

What happens to a plant that can’t receive the sunlight of fans’ love? Falls silent at the concert director’s pointed remark!

What kind of job is a concert director?

Johann who prepared space even for guardians!

Wolfies moving to dormitories on buses prepared by Johann!

Hundreds of buses standing in the parking lot!

Everything from A to Z was perfect!

Will the new style of fan meeting become established?

* * *

Johann opens his eyes in the dormitory and stares at the ceiling with vacant eyes.

Even though a day has passed, the overwhelming emotion still stirs his heart.

Johann, who smiled without realizing it, got up and went outside.

After greeting New York citizens who recognize him and finishing his workout, he returns to find Kim Seon-a sitting on the living room sofa.

She’s chewing a sandwich with a laptop with a cam set up on the sofa table, then gets startled and hurriedly swallows.

“It’s okay, so eat slowly. Actually, let’s just eat together.”

Johann sits across from her and takes out one of the hamburgers he bought on the way, and Rick, sitting beside him, also takes out his share of the hamburger.

“Why?”

Johann expresses doubt at Kim Seon-a’s staring at him intently.

“I’m wondering if all American stars are like Johann, or if Johann is different.”

“…Do they complain about staff eating in Korea too?”

“Not everyone, but some people do.”

There are quite a few who show signs of discomfort even if they don’t express it verbally.

“Well, I understand to some extent. When you can’t eat properly because of dieting, but someone else eats carelessly in front of you and even spreads the smell, how annoying would that be.”

But there’s a line to that too.

“If something bothers their eyes, they nitpick and pick fights over every little thing… Ugh!”

Johann bursts into laughter at her trembling fists.

“So that’s your real personality.”

“…Ahem. It’s what you call a working adult’s pretense.”

It was the first meeting with the CEO and the CEO’s main artist. Naturally, her heart was pounding and she had to put on airs.

“Anyway, that’s why I’m grateful to Johann.”

For accepting almost all of her requests.

“For treating me so casually like this. For entertainment industry workers like us, meeting an artist like this is as difficult as plucking stars from the sky.”

“No.”

Johann shakes his head firmly.

“You convinced me.”

Johann himself accepted it only because he thought her requests were reasonable and rational. That’s all.

“And recognizing and maintaining the line I consider reasonable and rational is your skill and ability.”

“…So that’s why there are no scandals.”

Cold rationality as much as his bland expression.

“It really makes me want to work.”

Leaving Korea where she had lived her whole life to work in America where she had no blood relatives was a huge adventure for her.

But she chose to change jobs because work and people that didn’t go as planned were difficult. She thinks once again that she made the right choice.

“What about the salary?”

“That’s what I like most!”

A whopping $150,000. With full tax support and various supports like dormitory and vehicle support, it’s almost 300 million won in Korean currency.

Incentives are separate from this.

‘I earned over 1 billion won just from this fan meeting incentive!’

As expected, this is America. The America of the American Dream.

Things that were unimaginable in Korea happen so easily here.

‘Hmm.’

Johann nods as he watches her happiness.

“This will completely establish itself then.”

Korean-style fan meetings.

“Yes?”

“The response is this good.”

Johann points to today’s newspapers stacked in one corner of the sofa table.

Was it that they didn’t do it, or couldn’t because they didn’t know how?

Extremely provocative headline titles. Even the New York Times.

“The fan meeting format didn’t feel awkward either.”

This point is most important.

If he, who absolutely rejects what’s wrong, didn’t feel any resistance, then Bruno Mars, who loves playful and fun things, would accept it as is. Robin Joel and Camila Cabello would accept it too.

“At first, it’ll be thought of as Rocky’s unique concert culture. But…”

Johann now points to the documents stacked next to Kim Seon-a.

“This level of profit was generated?”

Even though they barely charged for tickets, such tremendous profit was generated.

“Do you think other managements and stars will just sit still after seeing these sales figures?”

A money-making method different from concerts has appeared.

“Just doing it once every two years could earn tens of millions of dollars?”

“Gulp! So, so what?”

“So we need to secure them first.”

The talent, the veterans.

“Well, Andrew would already be proceeding with this, but…”

Johann picks up his phone and calls Andrew Pearson.

“Yes, General Manager. How are the preparations for establishing the concert-specialized label going?”

Not a concert directing department within Rocky Management, but establishing a concert directing specialized label under Rocky Management.

-…Currently in contact with 30 talents with abilities and experience comparable to Kim, and if nothing goes wrong, they’ll all join within the first quarter of next year.

“See. I knew this would happen.”

‘Sh, shit?’

What is this monster?

No, monsters.

Monsters who immediately think beyond business to monopoly once the fan meeting succeeds.

Kim Seon-a stared at Johann with trembling eyes.

-Thank you for your hard work.

“I’ll submit the rest in writing after returning.”

Inside the laptop monitor.

Johann, who was listening to the report about this fan meeting, stretches and gets up.

‘Ugh!’

-Will you be returning immediately too, Johann?

Instead of answering, Johann looks at Rick.

He who just had a phone call with someone.

“The Tonight Show, Allen Show, and others have contacted us.”

Major talk shows have become curious about Johann’s fan meeting.

“Tell them I decline.”

They haven’t monopolized the talent yet. There was no reason to go on talk shows and chatter about everything, increasing competitors.

“Understood.”

“I think I’ll return right away.”

Right after having lunch with H&M New York branch manager Ben Wood.

It’s already December 20th. Christmas had to be spent at home.

-Understood. Please return safely.

‘Huh?’

“Yes. See you when I get back. Thank you for your hard work, Kim. Please take care of things going forward.”

“Hoho. I’ll see you at the airport.”

As she organizes her documents and gets up, Johann heads to his room.

Closing the door and picking up his phone.

“Yeah, Larry. What’s going on?”

Larry, who had signaled to call him before leaving the video conference earlier. If it were something ordinary, he would have said it right away, so Johann is curious.

-The purchase of James Han’s mansion is complete.

“…Got it. I’ll see it when I get back.”

James Han’s mansion in Tacoma, Washington.

Johann packed his luggage with a hardened expression.

* * *

Vrooom!

Inside the car heading to Tacoma.

Johann holds Emily’s hand while looking out the window.

The smell of seawater coming through the open window.

Large islands showing their presence under the hazy sky with falling snow.

“Johann, isn’t it beautiful and amazing?”

“Even though it’s a city inland, there’s an ocean?”

“Yes!”

Johann nods as if agreeing.

‘If not for this smell, I’d mistake it for a lake.’

That’s how much Tacoma is a city located inland.

Pacific Ocean water that crosses the border line separating Canada and the United States, flowing into Seattle, Tacoma, and further inland.

This must be what they call nature’s mystery.

“Let’s buy seafood from the fish market for dinner and grill it.”

Johann looks at Emily.

“You mean cook it at that house?”

“…Yes!”

Only then does he notice Emily’s trembling eyes.

‘Ah, she’s talking to me so I won’t get depressed.’

He laughs.

“Right. They said all the cleaning is done, so we just need to buy bedding.”

No, let’s just stay there for about ten days before going back.

“Larry will also finish organizing the situation and come.”

Larry, who became busy because of this fan meeting.

“Really? Is that okay?”

“What’s the problem?”

It’s vacation and there are no more schedules.

“Rick should bring his family too. Rick can take a vacation while we’re at it.”

“…He went to Disney World.”

“…The one in Florida?”

Not Disneyland in Orange County, but Disney World in Florida.

“It’s a total two-week schedule.”

“What? No, the head of household is working hard, but…”

“Thanks to that, I’m also on vacation.”

“…Excuse me?”

“Don’t worry about me. It’s a vacation I bought with my own money.”

“Ah…!”

‘Do you understand what I mean?’

‘…No.’

Johann casually pretends not to know when Emily slyly asks.

‘This was something I had to protect.’

The countless married men and women he had read about in the library – this was a story only they could relate to.

Swoosh!

Johann gets out of the car that stopped after crossing the fairly wide garden and looks at the white mansion.

“Johann, the appearance of this place…”

“Yeah. It’s a typical wealthy white person’s mansion.”

Large, thick, angular, and white.

It’s a mansion in the style that comes to mind first when thinking of wealthy white people, resembling both the White House and the Palace of Versailles.

Johann turns his head to look at the maze garden and fountain.

Symbols of wealth rising up to head height.

“So this is where he lived.”

Such deep resentment he must have had.

James Han, who lost so much due to racial discrimination.

That sadness and resentment must have driven him to build such a mansion.

“Let’s go in.”

“Yeah…”

Click!

Opening the locked door and entering, they’re first greeted by a fireplace and curved stairs leading to the second floor.

Velvet carpet laid over pristine white marble.

Dim sunlight streaming through large windows illuminates the masterpieces hanging on the walls.

“My goodness!”

Emily covers her mouth while looking at the top of the stairs leading to the second floor.

A large family painting hanging on the wall.

Johann also climbs the stairs to the second floor as if entranced.

And stares blankly at the center of the massive painting.

An Asian young man in his twenties with fair skin, wearing white hanbok and a gat, sitting with an awkward yet dignified expression, and next to him a white woman in aristocratic dress smiling happily.

“Kyungchul Han…”

Kyungchul Han, James Han’s father and his own great-great-grandfather.

And next to him, his great-great-grandmother Olivia Han.

Next to Olivia Han, Olivia Han’s father is smiling contentedly with his plump belly protruding, and next to great-great-grandfather Kyungchul Han stands James Han in his forties, holding children in both hands with his hand on May Brooke’s shoulder, smiling both sadly and happily.

It was a family painting that gathered the fragments frozen in James Han’s memory and depicted them most beautifully.

The most ideal family image he had wished for.

“Th-then those people next to May Han are…”

“Yeah. Claudie Brooke. No, Claudie Jefferson.”

Larry’s grandmother.

“And Larry’s grandfather, Gray Jeperson.”

“So that was his name.”

Thud thud.

A Hispanic middle-aged man in his fifties entering with two large, tattooed skinhead men.

“Garcia Martinez.”

Tacoma’s notorious loan shark.

The man he met at the flea market seven years ago.

“Should I say it’s been a while… Do you remember me by any chance?”

Johann’s expression hardened at the sight of him grinning and showing his gold teeth.

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