Reset Life with Infinite Talents - Chapter 251

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Infinite Talent Reset Life Episode 251

63. Forgotten Treasure

Zing!

A cafe near Tower Bridge, London, England on a cloudy day.

A gentleman in his 60s, emanating a faint scent of clay while reading a newspaper and drinking coffee, suddenly takes out his ringing phone to check it.

“Who dares to disturb my sabbatical year without courtesy…?!”

His eyes widen as if they might pop out.

He hurriedly calls the person who sent him the photo.

“Where are you right now, Professor Nova!”

His voice was trembling with excitement and shock.

Potters from all over the world gather in LA.

Grayson Perry, Edmund de Waal, and other potters, each one possessing renowned fame.

“My goodness.”

“Dear God…”

They gather at Professor Evelyn’s estate in Brentwood, cheering, trembling, and despairing as they view the 80-some displayed white porcelain pieces.

At the past art that has returned to the modern era.

At the restored true art.

At the colors forgotten for various reasons.

At Professor Evelyn who reached the ultimate realm before them.

The words left by Bernard Leach, who was the teacher of countless potters, “Speaking from a lifetime of experience, the aesthetics of Joseon white porcelain is the highest realm that modern potters should aspire to today,” shake their minds.

“H-how…”

Did she recreate it? How did she make the impossible possible when countless potters had challenged it but never succeeded?

“Follow me.”

The potters following Professor Evelyn are shocked.

“A-a kiln?!”

“Don’t tell me she restored a kiln!”

‘Insane!’

It’s a Joseon ascending kiln.

There are a few remaining in Korea and artisans who make them, but she had restored an ascending kiln that was definitely not from that era.

The uneven, handmade bricks stacked beside the kiln, definitely not factory-made, were proof of this.

It was the restoration and return of lost techniques.

‘Th-that’s why!’

She was able to make those white porcelain pieces.

Their eyes gleam.

“C-could you build a kiln for me too? I can pay any amount of money!”

“Me too!”

“Wait, me too!”

Professor Evelyn smiles mysteriously at the sight of the potters with their eyes turned upside down.

“Well. There’s someone else who can perfectly build this kiln.”

He’s also the person who made half of those white porcelain pieces.

‘What?’

A potter with tremendous skill who can build kilns.

“Let me introduce him. The great artisan and potter who found some records of lost techniques and restored the techniques based on them, Johann Jefferson.”

Everyone’s gaze turns to Johann standing beside Professor Evelyn.

They receive an even greater shock than before.

‘Impossible!’

‘H-how could such a young person…!’

‘Sculpture and pottery are completely different arts!’

Johann’s eyebrows twitch at their eyes full of disbelief.

“Nice to meet you. I’m Johann Jefferson. So you’ve seen everything, right? Then excuse me…”

As Johann turns to head toward the building where the white porcelain is displayed, the potters suddenly come to their senses with a sudden surge of anxiety.

“W-wait! Where are you going?”

“I’m trying to move the white porcelain pieces to the drama filming set?”

That was the original purpose for firing them. From building the kiln to making the pottery.

“…What?!”

“Th-those tremendous masterpieces as filming props…? N-no. Absolutely not!”

They desperately rushed to Johann.

Even if dirt got in their eyes, they absolutely couldn’t bear to see that sight.

* * *

“That’s how difficult it was to bring it.”

And they could only bring one moon jar white porcelain piece. Because about a hundred potters lay down in front of the door, shouting absolute refusal.

“S-so you’re saying you directly made pottery for historical accuracy?”

The past artworks that modern potters struggle to restore.

From kilns to pottery.

“Well, yes? Even if we tried to replace props with CG, we need to clearly understand the original to create it.”

“Ha…!”

He’s crazy. A crazy person whose limits are unimaginable.

Baz Luhrmann, Matthew Payton, and the props production team burst into hollow laughter as they look at the moon jar white porcelain.

And they realize.

Johann, who had said Meissen pottery looked like trash when viewing pottery from Meissen, one of the world’s three major porcelain brands.

They could now understand why he had said that wouldn’t work at the time.

Proud, noble, and weighty.

Like that full moon floating in the sky, they can’t take their eyes off the white and graceful curves like snow that colors the world on a winter day.

They lose time to the blue color so faint that you have to look really closely to feel it.

‘I think I know why he said it perfectly matches the image of blue blood, nobility!’

I think I know why it felt dignified like nobility.

“The records of paying the price of an entire mansion weren’t lies…”

If it’s an artwork that gives such emotion, that price wouldn’t seem wasteful. Of course, that’s something only the extremely wealthy could say.

“It’s still mansion-priced now too.”

“…Excuse me?”

“They were shouting one million dollars.”

Per white porcelain piece.

What started at 50,000 dollars eventually soared to one million dollars.

The mirror that Johann recreated, which was the last work of the ‘potter’, called for 3 million dollars.

“What?!”

As Baz and the others hurriedly withdraw their hands that were about to grab the moon jar white porcelain, Johann waves his hand with a smile.

“It’s okay. If it breaks, I can just make another one.”

If he focused only on making pottery, he could probably make at least 40 pieces per month.

Among those, works at the level of the mirror to be placed in Michele Grimani’s estate would be at best 10 pieces per year, but considering the value of that one work, it’s truly tremendous.

This is because even genius potters who devoted their entire lives to pottery could barely make about 5 pieces in their lifetime at the mirror level, even with heavenly luck.

Johann could create more than them because he could receive help not only from the ‘potter’ but from various others.

“…Wow.”

At least 40 million dollars per month.

Of course, the more that circulates, the lower the value would fall, but it’s an absurd statement nonetheless.

“For now… the scenes of firing pottery or it coming out will be filmed vividly.”

Director Baz Luhrmann, who’s a natural-born director, thinks of that first.

Matthew, who was nodding, furrows his brow.

“Hmm. Then now the problem is the white porcelain to be given to nobles other than Grimani…”

Nobles with similar power are fine. Since Johann made many white porcelain pieces, they can be divided and placed.

The problem is the lower nobility.

“How about placing ceramics made by UCLA pottery students in the mansions of lower nobles, wealthy merchants, professors, and such?”

Johann, who said this, takes out from a bag he brought separately one ceramic piece of average level among those made by students, along with photos of other ceramics to show them.

“Oh?”

“Oho?”

There’s definitely a big difference in color and charm.

A difference that could be called distinct if you had to call it that. Even so, it’s radiating a brilliance comparable to Meissen ceramics, or rather, as much as high-end line Meissen ceramics.

“Just put the name and affiliation in the ending credits, and it’s only a hundred dollars per piece.”

Whether it breaks or doesn’t break, a hundred dollars.

“Deal?”

“Deal!”

It’s as brilliant as Meissen, which would cost thousands or tens of thousands of dollars in compensation the moment it breaks, but you can handle it roughly and it’s only a hundred dollars.

There was nothing to think about with this.

“Heh. It wasn’t because we were waiting for you, Writer, but…”

Tomorrow is crank-in, the start of full-scale filming.

‘How could the timing be so perfect!’

They burst into hollow laughter at this coincidence, their eyes shining. Because the final piece was completed with the white porcelain that Johann and the others made.

And so the filming of the drama “Casanova: The Beginning of Sensuality” began.

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The next day at one of HBO’s indoor studios.

The place, decorated as a theater, is noisy.

“Starting 6th lighting check!”

“Let’s stop already! How many times is this!”

“Extras over here!”

“Mr. Cooper has arrived!”

“Check the costumes again!”

In a space where about a hundred people are moving around creating noise, one spot is coldly subdued.

“I want to do it.”

“No.”

“Why! I said I want to do it!”

“I said no.”

“…”

Outside the studio, Emily glares with sulking eyes and Johann responds without even looking at Emily.

At their deadly atmosphere, Baz and Matthew, who were smoking cigarettes nearby, quietly grab their radios and enter the studio, while Emily makes an expression of incomprehension.

“Oh. A lovers’ quarrel?”

“Ah, hello!”

Bradley Cooper, who finished his makeup as the pale, sharp, always neurotic Giuseppe Casanova, smiles brightly and asks with his eyes what the reason is.

“For the first scene, when I said I’d appear as a dancer in the waiting room, he absolutely won’t allow it!”

It’s not even a heart-wrenching role for Young Casanova, so why is he blocking her from appearing as one of the extras who would move around like background after that?

It wasn’t even through Johann’s connections or inserted as a writer. She properly submitted documents through Rocky Management and was officially selected.

“You do anything if it’s a new experience! It’s not like I’ve only exposed my underwear as a model for a day or two!”

“Oh… huh? What? Got it! I’m going!”

“C-Cooper? Hey, Johann! Why are you really being like this!”

Why doesn’t he understand her heart wanting the first drama to go well, her heart wanting to do anything?

“Because no man wants to show other people his woman in underwear.”

The basic setting for dancers in the waiting room is wearing only corsets. He absolutely couldn’t show that.

Twitch!

Emily presses her trembling lips tightly.

“I don’t care. I’m going to do it.”

“Sleep in separate rooms?”

“…Are you really going to be like this!”

“Afternoon filming, female noble in the middle seats of the theater audience. I can’t compromise any further.”

“…Bad bastard. Do whatever you want!”

Emily, who was really sulking, stomped away, and Johann pressed his temples and sighed.

“Keke. Is this your first fight?”

Baz, Matthew, and Bradley Cooper appeared quietly once the situation was sorted out.

“Fighting to this extent.”

How could two people with completely different personalities living in the same house not fight?

But this was the first time they had been this angry at each other.

“I’m sorry. On the first day of filming…”

The first filming that should be solemn and serious. But he had disrupted the atmosphere with personal matters.

That’s why he was even angrier like this.

“Oh. Not at all.”

“Keke. Right. Absolutely not.”

“Hm?”

At Johann’s puzzled expression, Baz, Matthew, and Cooper burst into laughter again.

Matthew says while holding back his laughter.

“Like you said, since it’s the first filming, it should be solemn and serious.”

It absolutely should be.

But there are various jinxes that should be observed on that first filming day, that they desperately hope will happen.

Jinxes that directors, actors, and individual staff members should observe, or that have become officially established in Hollywood.

“One of those official jinxes is fighting by raising voices like you two did.”

A fight that shouldn’t happen, that deserves to be kicked out.

In a preparation situation where everyone’s nerves are extremely sensitive anyway, disrupting the atmosphere on the first filming site?

“Normally it would be absolute expulsion. But strangely, when someone raises their voice and fights during the first filming, that work always gets above-average ratings.”

As these rumors started circulating and eventually became established as jinxes, some filming sites even deliberately create fights.

“Of course, deliberately fighting like that has no effect, so they desperately hope it will happen naturally.”

“No. Still, you shouldn’t bring private problems to a public setting…”

“I’m telling you it’s not! Look. Everyone’s expressions have relaxed.”

Johann’s eyes waver.

The lighting team that was going back and forth in the studio until just now shouting about how long they’d keep checking lighting, the stage setup team that was raising their voices to bring tools, the props production team – everyone’s faces are brighter than just before.

‘I-Is it really true?’

“Wait? Then?”

Suddenly it occurs to him that not only these people but even Rocky had all kept quiet about Emily’s appearance.

Johann, who only learned about Emily’s appearance after coming to the site.

At his gaping expression, everyone bursts into laughter again.

“Of course, it’s only allowed until before filming the first scene.”

If they fight even after filming the first scene, it’s absolute expulsion. Even a writer would have to leave the filming site.

At the three people’s cold gazes, Johann had no choice but to apologize again.

“I’m sorry.”

“Hehe. Not at all. Well then, shall we go in?”

It’s time for the final check of cameras, lighting, sound, and movement.

-Starting final inspection.

‘Oh.’

At Baz’s radio call, the studio that had been noisy until just now becomes quiet enough for even breathing to echo.

The sharp tension of directors, actors, and all staff, even the six-year-old Young Casanova becoming serious, is transmitted through his whole body.

Scenes that approach differently when seen as a writer rather than an actor.

Fierce determination.

“Camera.”

-All standby clear.

The zoom of cameras surrounding the set moves in and out.

“Lighting, sound?”

-All standby clear.

Click! Click! Clap clap!

Blinking lights and the sound of snapping fingers.

The supporting actors move silently following the assistant director’s gestures. Both the child actor playing young Casanova and Bradley Cooper who appears afterward.

“Okay. All standby clear.”

Rumble!

As Baz’s voice echoes through the set, the actors return to their original positions.

Finally, the first shoot.

After the final script reading, this is both the end of a whole month of waiting and a new beginning.

As tremendous anticipation fills the studio, Baz suddenly holds out a walkie-talkie to Johann with a grin.

‘It’s a jinx.’

Meaning this too is a jinx for ratings.

‘…Ha!’

He doesn’t know if it’s true or not.

But he’s grateful for letting him have this experience.

Johann takes the walkie-talkie, lets out a long breath, and steadies his nerves.

“This is Johann Jefferson. We will now begin filming the first scene of Casanova: The Beginning of Sensuality. Camera roll-.”

Whirrrr!

Even though everything is digital now and there shouldn’t be any sound, he can almost hear the film rolling.

“Action!”

With a thrilling surge of emotion, filming began.

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