Reset Life with Infinite Talents - Chapter 263

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Infinite Talent Reset Life Episode 263

Breaking News! Casanova: The Beginning of Sensuality director Baz Luhrmann, and the screenwriter is indeed that Johann Jefferson!

The original author of bestselling novel Casanova and screenwriter of HBO’s new drama Casanova: The Beginning of Sensuality is Johann Jefferson?

Johann who deceived everyone! What on earth is going on!

How old was Johann Jefferson when he wrote Casanova!

Less than an hour after questions were raised, news broke and everyone’s attention turned to La Tuna Canyon.

* * *

“Casanova: The Beginning of Sensuality, peak viewership 2.89 million! Surpassing Game of Thrones! HBO finds new goldmine!”

Vroom, inside the speeding car.

Emily, her face puffy from last night’s popcorn and company dinner aftermath, bounces in her seat as she loudly reads today’s article headlines.

“You can’t compare then when we couldn’t escape the subprime mortgage crisis to now… Ugh, I’m not reading this newspaper anymore.”

Johann smiles watching her grumble.

She’s been checking internet reactions constantly since waking up.

“Is it fun?”

“…Good job, my darling.”

“…Thank you.”

Thank you for staying with me without complaints during that long filming period, for enjoying this together, for being more excited and proud than I am.

Without saying who first, they simultaneously grasp each other’s hands, sharing the warmth of love and trust.

It was when they arrived at La Tuna Canyon wrapped in such warmth.

“Wow?”

“…I’m not getting out.”

Johann’s eyes widen, and Emily frantically pulls out a mask from the glove box and puts it on.

Murmur murmur.

People filling the space in front of the fence entrance.

Reporters holding cameras and microphones.

AP News, FOX News, CNN and all American media outlets, and it seems like foreign media companies are there too.

“I think this is the first time I’ve seen this many reporters.”

During the Fire Always Targets Us movie, when he made history at the Grammy Awards, when he won various competitions like the Queen Elizabeth Competition – even then this many reporters didn’t gather.

‘So this many reporters really do gather, not just in dramas or movies.’

It’s Johann!

“Ah, we’re caught.”

“I’m absolutely not getting out!”

“Okay.”

Johann, newly amazed by the power of media, gets out of the car watching Rick block the rushing reporters.

“AP News here! About this time…”

“Mr. Johann! This is Warner from CNN! Over here!”

“Mr. Johann, this is NBC!”

‘Whew.’

Reporters pouring out questions too fast to understand.

As Johann tries to organize their questions in his head to answer, one question blocks his mouth.

“There are suspicions that a ghostwriter wrote the novel Casanova currently serialized on internet platforms and the drama Casanova: The Beginning of Sensuality screenplay, and that Time Warner’s executives knew but turned a blind eye. What do you think about this?”

Johann’s eyebrows twitch as he looks at the brightly smiling, well-built female reporter.

“Ah, Fox. I thought so.”

“Pfft!”

“Kheup!”

Other reporters and journalists burst into laughter.

Fox News, which has an excellent talent for making even decent people look like heinous villains. One of America’s worst media companies.

However, the Fox News reporter opens her mouth again without any change in expression.

“That reaction is an admission…”

“That’s why you act so stupidly.”

Flinch!

Everyone is shocked into silence, but Johann continues speaking with the same expressionless face.

“That question is Fox’s official position, right? Then I’ll see you in court.”

“Are you now ignoring the public’s right to know and pressuring our media company!”

“Think whatever you want. Sigh. You should know that everyone who’s defamed me like this has met with lawyers… Tsk tsk tsk.”

Truly stupid and pitiful.

Even more so if they didn’t know.

“Well, the answer to that question is no. I’ll provide evidence to other media companies. Yes, from now on I’m just boycotting Fox. Now then. Hm? If you keep blocking me while shoving that big camera at me, I might feel threatened?”

From that moment it would be self-defense.

The dozens of cameras and hundreds of recording devices here would prove that.

The Fox News cameraman grimaced and stepped aside, and the reporter forced a smile while stepping back but was trembling.

Other media company reporters who laughed with satisfaction at that sight throw questions at Johann in gentle tones as he walks.

“There are rumors that you made the Oriental white porcelain that was in Casanova’s grandmother’s house. Is that true?”

“It seems like you’re trying to give legitimacy to the incarnation of a playboy. Is there a reason? Or is it some kind of foreshadowing?”

“What’s the theme of the new work currently being made?”

“Your name was also on the drama soundtrack. Did you compose music too?”

“Wow, these are all really good questions.”

Unlike a certain place, each one is like a gem.

Johann answered their questions one by one.

Then as it was time to end, his eyes light up.

“Ah, and thank you to Mr. Slip, president of Del Diego Company, for procuring hard-to-find materials.”

‘I hope these words help you.’

It’s uncertain whether promoting Del Diego Company like this will change Slip’s mind.

Even if breathing room opens up again, it’s not as easy as it sounds for someone whose heart has already left to continue that work.

Still, he wanted to do what he could.

‘I’d rather just acquire the company myself for peace of mind, but…’

Slip wouldn’t want that. He’d rather retire immediately saying he handed over the company.

‘So in the current situation, this is the best I can do.’

This clears away all the guilt he felt toward him.

Johann slightly nodded at one journalist among the reporters and journalists, and people are surprised by Johann suddenly promoting a specific company.

Before they can open their mouths about it, Johann quickly waves his hand.

“Alright, I think this is enough, so let’s stop here! My girlfriend who ate a lot of late-night snacks last night can’t get out of the car because of you all!”

“Yaaah!”

“Puhahahaha!”

They burst into laughter and looked pitifully at the Fox News team still holding their position with ears perked up.

‘Johann answers almost anything you ask as long as you’re not trying to use him maliciously…’

Even when he first arrived in LA as an 11-year-old wolf boy, Johann had nothing to hide, even inviting reporters into his house.

‘Stupid Fox. They’re always like that.’

‘They act like that because they occasionally hit the jackpot, but really…’

I don’t know why they live like that.

Everyone thinking this way looks forward to it.

‘How much will Fox cough up this time!’

‘Should I help make them cough up even one more dollar?!’

Fox News, which has very poor relationships even with other media companies.

Even if relationships weren’t particularly bad, a competitor’s bad news was bound to be welcome.

They turned away with gleaming eyes, and Johann enters inside the fence to stare at the pozzolan covered in plastic and curing.

‘Hmm. So far it’s okay…’

Crack!

“Kyaaak?!”

“Do you really want to die?”

Emily, who had somehow approached and was squeezing his side.

“Do, do you love me?”

“I don’t love you!”

Squeak! Squeeeeak!

“Aaaahhh!”

Johann twisted his entire body, and the professors and students who had been approaching to congratulate him quietly pretended not to notice.

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Johann expresses gratitude to Del Diego Company.

What kind of company is Del Diego Company?

Del Diego Company, which sells art supplies.

There were only three articles.

Even those were buried under the issue of Johann’s debut as a screenwriter, but it was enough to shake and awaken Del Diego Company, which had been preparing to close down.

Ring ring! Ring ring!

“Yes. This is Del Diego Company. Oh, do we do retail too?”

“Where did you say you were from?”

Three telephones placed in a small 10-pyeong office, phones that normally wouldn’t ring ten times a day, were now on fire.

Slip watched this scene while lighting a cigarette.

He looked at the huge warehouse outside the window.

“Phew.”

‘How long has it been since…’

It seemed like the first time since the distant past when he first established Del Diego Company and ran around until his feet were sweaty, breaking through to secure business partners.

The deals that could have fallen through at any moment fortunately continued, and the uncertain future had become a stable reality.

That’s how he had become complacent. Forgetting his initial resolve.

‘That’s why I couldn’t prepare for this.’

A situation like this.

A situation where unpaid receivables had accumulated to the point of bringing down the company.

“Bo, Boss.”

Slip turned his head to see the face of an employee in his 50s, the face of a manager who seemed to have something to say, and shook his head.

A precious person who had been with him since he first established Del Diego Company.

“No.”

“Why not! Thanks to Mr. Jefferson’s promotion, we have a chance again! Just securing the places contacting us now would be enough to get back on our feet!”

They could pay back all the overdue payments and clear all the bank debts. Then Del Diego Company could operate like before again.

“I know. How could I not know.”

He knew it well himself.

If they won the lawsuit and recovered the unpaid receivables, they could run the company bigger and more stably than now. They just needed to endure a little longer.

“But…”

It was getting tough now.

Overwhelming.

Scary.

It wasn’t just one or two places – half of their business partners had turned their backs. Not simply cutting off deals, but maliciously delaying payments.

Among them were universities too.

‘This was the big one.’

Why had he been making direct deliveries to universities all this time?

“Even if we get back on our feet like this with Writer Johann’s help, there’s no guarantee this kind of thing won’t happen again.”

Slip feared that. Being betrayed again.

“An Indian having done this much business should be enough…”

“How can you say such a thing!”

Where had the desperate and earnest Slip of the past gone?

“My wife and daughter would say this is enough too.”

“…Really!”

The manager, his face contorted by words that made him swallow his emerging anger, stamped his feet and turned around, while Slip smiled bitterly at the sight of employees being cautious in the now quiet office.

Long ago, like most Indians who came to the city, Slip had been so poor it was hard to earn enough for daily meals.

But happiness had found him too.

A loving wife and a daughter who wouldn’t hurt even if placed in his eyes. It was a blessing beyond happiness.

But this country called America wouldn’t tolerate that.

It didn’t want Indians to be happy.

One day, while struggling in inescapable poverty no matter how hard he fought, yet somehow trying to survive, his daughter said through tears.

“Father, I want to do art! Waaah! I want to do art!”

What could this mean?

When he asked his wife, a shocking answer came back.

She hadn’t mentioned it before, but their daughter had talent in art.

However, because they had no money, they couldn’t buy her a single tube of paint or lump of clay for art supplies, so their daughter had barely managed to attend classes by borrowing from classmates.

Even so, she was always first in her class.

But then her classmates stopped lending her art supplies, which was why she was crying like that.

Hearing this, he got angry at his wife for the first time.

Why hadn’t she told him? Did she think he couldn’t buy a single tube of paint or lump of clay? He could earn money by sleeping even less.

“That’s why I didn’t tell you.”

Her husband who worked desperately for 16 hours a day and came home exhausted.

She couldn’t tell him because if he took on one more part-time job, it seemed like he might die.

The moment he heard those words, Slip felt so sorry and sad that he hugged his wife and cried. His wife, who would have lived comfortably with a better man if she hadn’t loved him. He felt so sorry about that.

Then his wife also burst out with the sorrow she had been holding back, and their daughter, who had gone into her own space created by hanging a curtain in the rooftop room where kitchen and room weren’t even separated, also ran out and cried together.

And a few days later, his daughter died.

Saying she would earn money herself to buy her own supplies, she had secretly taken a part-time job distributing flyers and was killed by a truck driven by a drunk driver on her way back.

She had left without ever being able to use paint freely or clay freely.

He couldn’t express how much he regretted and cried.

Later, his wife also fell ill with grief and followed their daughter.

That’s why he gritted his teeth and created this Del Diego Company.

Diego after his wife’s surname, Del Diego.

With the determination to prevent even one more child from experiencing what his daughter had, hoping that situations where children couldn’t do art due to lack of money wouldn’t occur, he established it with money saved by working day and night, sleeping only 2 hours a day.

The biggest reason he made direct deliveries to universities was also related to his daughter.

His daughter, who would have become an art student like those kids if she had grown up normally. He projected his daughter onto the fresh and passionate students he saw.

It was somewhat vicarious satisfaction.

‘I’ve lived like that…’

He had run the company for children who loved art, minimizing Del Diego’s profits as much as possible, but now he no longer had the courage to continue.

The few connections he had left were all used up because of this request from Johann.

‘But I’ve done enough, haven’t I, honey? Daughter?’

Having worked hard for decades, wouldn’t they give him some consideration?

Slip looked on earnestly.

Click! Hiss!

“Phew. I feel a bit sorry for Writer Johann.”

He felt sorry that he was giving up when Johann had given him such an opportunity.

And there was one more thing weighing on his mind.

“There must be Indians going through the same thing I am…”

Indians who were enduring despite the hardships.

Maybe they had already given up.

But there was nothing Slip himself could do.

‘Because Indians are still the weak ones.’

Because they’re a race that gets ignored.

“If not a single reporter shows interest even after Writer Johann mentioned it like this, that says it all.”

When would Indians be able to live being treated like human beings?

Could they live as equals with other races?

Perhaps it might be possible after 100 years, or maybe even longer.

“It sounds like a dream.”

“It might be difficult to change overnight. But we should be able to move forward one step at a time.”

Startled!

Looking up in surprise, a white man with a camera around his neck smiled and extended his business card as he continued speaking.

“Now that you’ve received even a little attention… Ah, I’m Charlie, a reporter from California Daily. I came here to hear the story of a boss who suffered from malicious racial discrimination. Could you please tell me about it?”

California Daily, one of the top ten major newspapers among California’s many newspaper companies.

It was a moment when a ray of light shone down on his dark world.

* * *

Visiting Del Diego Company, to whom the avatar sent by the god of art expressed gratitude.

I apologize to subscribers who came in with expectations, but before introducing Del Diego Company, I’d like to first introduce the star named Johann Jefferson.

Those who know will know, but Johann Jefferson is a very unique individual.

I’m not talking about how he possesses countless talents to the point where you’d be convinced he receives divine favoritism.

Despite being a global celebrity, he doesn’t indulge in luxury at all, donating $100 million worth of medicine to struggling countries and helping organizations in need, showing his detachment from money.

Moreover, not only does he consistently use SJ Electronics and H&M products, but he’s also working with Time Warner’s HBO this time, showing loyalty to the end with places he’s formed connections with. This makes it impossible not to compare him to other celebrities who sign high-paying modeling contracts but secretly use and boast about competitors’ products.

A gentleman who doesn’t conform to the times, trying to preserve the romance of the past.

A loyal macho man.

Perhaps this is why he seems unique.

There’s one thing this man treasures most.

His words.

As if knowing the impact his statements carry, he’s careful with his words everywhere. (Sometimes he gets scolded for not talking enough even to his girlfriend, according to witness testimony from an informant whose identity can never be revealed.)

When such a person expressed gratitude to a place called Del Diego Company, this reporter couldn’t help but have expectations.

Just how wonderful must this place be for him to express thanks to Del Diego in front of all those reporters? For reference, it was the day Fox News became embroiled in lawsuits after being thoroughly humiliated.

This reporter investigated Del Diego Company with great expectations and learned something hard to believe.

The place that supplies materials to UCLA and various other universities, enabling future art students who will illuminate America to create excellent works with good materials, was on the verge of closure due to an enormous amount of unpaid bills accumulated over a long period of 8 months.

Learning about this situation, the reporter recalled a certain incident. The incident where Johann Jefferson discovered the Altar of the Starbeam.

This was because Del Diego Company’s CEO is of Indian descent, and the company’s unpaid bills started accumulating right after Johann Jefferson discovered the Altar of the Starbeam.

It couldn’t be. Would the greatest American in the world really have done such a thing?

So this reporter decided to meet directly with Mr. Slip, the CEO of Del Diego Company, to resolve this suspicion.

The lengthy article that began this way turned LA, no, all of America upside down.

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