Gun-Ho felt a bit offended by this man's suggestion. Gun-Ho wanted to keep his gallery at a high level by hosting only fine arts of well-known artists.
"GH Gallery is actually operated by another company called GH Media. I don't get directly involved in their business. I will need to talk to them first and will get back to you."
"Understood. I hope that they consider my suggestion favorably. Thank you for the tea."
After the man left Gun-Ho's office, he mumbled to himself, "What the… I can't believe that man came to me and suggest to host an exhibition with cartoons."
In the afternoon, GH Media's President Jeong-Sook Shin came to Gun-Ho's office. She came to visit the building in Sinsa Town pretty often these days because she had to manage GH Gallery in the basement and also the book café in the rooftop.
"Are we having the watercolor painting exhibition until next week?"
"Yes, sir."
"Someone visited me this morning. It was weird though. He suggested that we host an exhibition with cartoon paintings."
"Cartoon paintings?"
"Yes, he asked me to think about hosting a cartoon exhibition with Japanese original cartoon paintings. I told him that we only handle fine arts."
"Umm, do you have his contact number, sir?"
"I do. He left his business card with me. He is a Japanese man who speaks Korean fluently."
Once President Jeong-Sook Shin received the man's business card, she quickly wrote down his phone number.
"Why do you want his contact number?"
"Hosting an art exhibition with the original cartoon paintings of Japanese cartoonists can be lucrative. It's much better than doing an exhibition with some mediocre fine arts."
"Really?"
"Especially, Japanese cartoonists are very popular among the students in the Gangnam District area. Moreover, the price of a cartoon painting is low enough for students to afford to buy. Cartoon paintings are also one of the arts that we want to focus on for our business. You need to view the arts more broadly, sir."
"You are saying exactly what that Japanese man said."
"Pardon me, sir?"
"He told me that cartoon paintings are an art just like sculptures are an art, and he said I needed to view the arts more broadly."
President Jeong-Soon Shin smiled.
"He is right, sir."
Gun-Ho felt embarrassed about not knowing much about art. So, he quickly changed the subject.
"Oh, you know what? Ms. Seol-Bing came to visit our gallery when we were hosting French artists—Marion Kinsky's art exhibition."
"Oh, really? I didn't see her."
"She actually came after our operation hours, around 8 pm as a special guest."
President Jeong-Sook Shin closely looked at Gun-Ho's face.
"Why are you looking at me like that?"
"Sir… Do you by any chance like Seol-Bing?"
"Well, I wouldn't say that I like her, but I am a fan of Seol-Bing. Haha"
"I was going to introduce someone very good to you, but I guess it's not a good time."
"Oh, really?"
"If you want to be involved with Seol-Bing, I suggest you take some time to get to know her better before becoming serious with her."
"Why do you say that?"
"I don't know about Seol-Bing, but her mother…"
"What about her mother?"
"Well, never mind. I hope you are happy with her."
Gun-Ho received a call from his sister. She said she was with their mom at the hospital.
"Mom will have surgery soon."
"Really? I will be there as soon as I can."
"You don't have to come now. Why don't you come in the evening today?
"We need to hire a caregiver for mom."
"It will cost a lot."
"Don't worry about money. Just get a caregiver for her."
"Okay. When you come and visit mom today, come to room no. xxx. She moved to another room."
"Is it a one-person room?"
"Yes, it is. Mom said she doesn't need a luxurious room like this because it is unnecessarily too expensive. I told her to take a deep rest before she gets released from the hospital."
"Yeah. That's right."
When Gun-Ho came by the hospital to see his mother, there was a lady who he had never met before. She must be the caregiver. His mother was having dinner.
"Gun-Ho? You don't have to come when you are busy, son."
"Mom, it's nice that you can eat something since the surgery is over."
"Yeah. I was so hungry when I was not allowed to eat anything. I feel much better now."
"You don't need another enema, do you?"
"Well, I haven't eaten much yet to worry about it. I don't know. Son, I want to move to the room where I share with other patients."
"Just stay here, mom. Here is Bacchus (a Korean energy drink). Take one."
"No, I don't want it. I want some apple juice instead. I can't sleep after I drink a Bacchus."
"You can't go to the bathroom by yourself, can you?"
"No, I can't. The caregiver lady is helping me to do that. I feel much more comfortable now."
Chapter end
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