The Reincarnated Cop Who Strikes With Wealth

Diplomatic 2. British Artists

London, England. Lovely, a woman with one wavy hair ridicules her bike quickly. A very sparkling woman who looks good in jeans and a white tee.

Ta Leung

“Wikiceyoo”

Obviously, the English came out of her mouth reasonably. The man who was running with her bursts into laughter.

“It's been a year since I've been in England, how can Korean come out of this situation? ”

“I don't care. Look. Everybody's out of the way. ”

“That's because you rang the bell. ”

“Screw you! If you're late for class today, I'm C for free. No. D? ”

The woman stared straight at him. You pedal as hard as you can, but the climb doesn't speed up too fast. The man drives his bike slowly to her pace. She didn't run much, but she breathed rough.

“Tsk, tsk. I have to work out. Is it possible to do that on a bicycle? ”

“Get out of my way. No. Aren't you going to class? We're in the same class. Why are you hanging around back? ”

“Yes, I'm afraid you'll get splattered again. The professor asked me.If I'm late, I won't go to class. ”

“Ugh. I hate it. It's all in one place.”

“Think of your father. I studied abroad collecting police crutches, and if he's like this, it's gonna hurt like hell. ”

“Fuck you! And I didn't send you to study abroad. You're my uncle.”

“Yes, of course. ”

The man relaxed and followed behind her. The campus with the red and yellow foliage was secluded. Occasionally, there was no one but a student who was lying on the grass and warming himself. Especially the painting and the building. The class itself was not open well on Friday.

Queek

As soon as she got to the building, she threw her bike away and ran into it. Her friend Han Kyung chewed her up, but her body naturally organizes the bike and chains it up.

“Come with me. ”

“Come quickly! If I'm really late, it's over. ”

“Less than 30 minutes. Two minutes. ”

Ata stepped into the classroom in a relaxed manner, whether he knew the woman's heart or not. Only the students are packed and the professor hasn't come yet.

“Huff. Huff. ”

“Look. I told you it's not too late. ”

Hangyeong sat next to the woman who fell on her desk. St Art School in the U.K., a school that has only been around for a decade, but continues to produce emerging artists. Especially as a painter, it was not an exaggeration to say that he was a student of this school.

“You're just in time. Thought I'd be late again today. ”

“I'm not late. It's because of him every day. ”

“What about assignment submissions? Did you?”

The Asian student sitting in front of him looks back and asks. It was a school in England, but most of the people who took classes were Asian.

“Yes. Closer. ”

A woman breathes out her laptop. Asians, especially Koreans, including her, primarily take this class because · · ·.

“Hello."

It was because the professor was from Korea. He served as a school teacher in exchange for interacting with Korean sister schools in the UK art world.

“Let's see. Hmm. ”

He looks closely at the students while keeping tabs on the attendance. And I smiled as I met the woman's eyes.

“Good. Here we are. If Uni's here, we're here. ”

A professor who jokes lightly in Korean. The students who understood the words burst into laughter. Uni's face burns hot. She cools the ball with her cold hands.

What did you learn last time? "

The professor looks at the book of the student sitting at the front and flicks his eyebrows. Find out how far the last lesson has gone and start the lecture. The sound of blind handwriting and occasional typewriters. And a good English pronunciation fills the classroom.

Tuk-tuk.

Hangyeong, who was sitting next to me, touches Uni's arm.

"Why?"

Uniga stares back at Hangyeong, her head fixed in front of her. Uni knows that the professor is watching him, Hangyeong knows that, and everyone in this room knows that.

Are you going to auction tonight? ’

Hangyeong pushes a blurry note into the Sharp. Another boast of St. Art School. O'Neill Choi, a master of the art world in the body of an Asian. Her new auction is tonight at the Grand Hotel.

‘Course I do. ’

Uniga wrote down the answer under the Sharp. Hangyeong saw that and endured the sadness in his heart. Tonight I was going to ask her to watch a movie, but if she's going to go to the hotel auction, she should stay away.

‘Uncle's coming, too. ’

‘It's been almost a year. ’

Yeah, he's coming, too. I was so excited that Hankyung erased the letters from his mind. In fact, he was familiar with the professors. Not bad grades, good personality. But not as uni.

‘I miss you so much. You know that yellow dress from last time? I'm going to wear that. ’

Uni was personally involved with them. Between personally escorting professor to O'Neill Choi's auction. And Uni's uncle gave it to him. I had never actually seen it, but Han was jealous of him. Danny, I think a ticket's gonna sit in your ear.

“Uni."

“Yes? Professor Lee Chul-yong. ”

She jumps up as soon as she's called her name. And as is customary, I called the professor's name in Korean. Iron uses glasses and smiles nonsense.

“No matter how popular KPOP is, there are many students who don't understand it. Huang Uni Student.”

“Sorry, no. I'm so sorry, professor. ”

Between Hangyeong and Uni, her work was floating on the screen. Time to see impressive works from past assignments. The professor was randomly selected, which meant recognition and high scores.

“Hwang Uni, you said it was a close call yesterday. ”

“It's true. I just finished. ”

“Are you kidding me? ”

The friends sitting in front of me are frightened to look at Uni. ‘talented’. Or she was a good match for the word 'shines a light.’

“So. Uni. What does red mean here? (So, Miss Uni. What does red mean here?)

Her fame in undergraduate studies was her friendship with the professor, but the level of work that was not missed every hour was also great for a reason. Uni began to describe her work in stuttering English.

‘Freedom’, ‘love’, ‘passion’.

It's not that kind of unfavorable. Uni's paintings always had a story, and there was an unexpected hidden meaning. The professors, as well as the students studying together, were happy to hear her explanation.

‘Yellow dress’.

Hangyeong glanced back at the 10,000 letters as she vomited. I know exactly what that yellow dress means. Maybe she's wearing something she wants to date David, who's popular at school, or stand out at a party.

‘I'm sure a lot of decent people will come. ’

It was O'Neill Choi's auction, not anyone else's. The elite are basic, and actors from Hollywood will come and go.

Tuk-tuk.

Uni stabs him in the arm after the announcement, while Han Kyung is in distress. Raise your head and face her. When the eyes met, Uni smiled lovingly.

Do you want to come with me? Uncle wants to see you. ’

Suddenly, he looks around as if he's confused by the offer. Fingers on yourself, "Me? ’I feel stuttered.

Who else is here besides you? ’

‘Why me? ’

‘That's it. I've talked about you a lot. Are you coming or not? ’

Hangyeong struggled to endure the bursting joy and grabbed the shaft. And she replies to Uni with a very similar letter.

‘Let's go. What time is it? "

* * *

The Main Grand Hotel. Uni in yellow dress and Hangyeong in classic suit. And Lee Cheol-yong who guides those two. The party chairs and auction houses were left halls, but the rooms they headed to were on the third floor.

“Oh, Uni. ”

O 'nell Choi, the wife and protagonist of Lee Cheol Yong. korean name Choi Yeon-seo. They were friends like Hangyeong and Uni during their studies in the UK. The most famous couple in the art world right now. Uni grabs her with a bouquet of flowers and grabs the ball lovingly.

“Sir, congratulations on your new book. ”

“Thank you. But this way? ”

“Hello, I'm Hangyeong, studying with Uni at St. Art School. I used to admire it. ”

In Hangyeong's greeting, Choi Young-seo and Lee Chul-yong burst into laughter.

“Relax. It's going to break.”

“Honey, have you eaten? ”

Lee Cheolyong gently passes her hair and asks. Choi Yeonseo shakes her head lightly. I tuck my skirt like I'm looking at a dress.

“It's so tight, I can't eat anything. ”

“Haha. Why don't you loosen up a little bit? ”

“I hate that. ”

“Hang in there. You had five presentations, right? ”

Choi Yeon-seo shakes her head at Iron Dragon's question.

“No. Ten works. ”

“What? Where did you get five? ”

“Mr. Ko Ji-hoon brought it. ”

A private conversation. When Uni and Hangyeong stood there strangely, Choi Yeonseo explained to me the scent of flowers.

“A long time ago, there was a writer named John Pollen. ”

Ah, Han Kyung stretched his insides. A story that anyone in the art world knows. That Choi Yeon Seo was the great masterpiece of John Pollen at the time. Turns out, of course, it was coercion.

“There were actually five paintings that I drew that were published in his name. Someone in Korea · · · · ·. ”

Choi Young-seo gazed at Uni playfully, swallowing his hind horse. Hankyung instinctively knew. That's Uni's uncle.

“I bought the painting, and now you want to put it in the auction. ”

“Silent. That's a weird expression. ”

“He's not interested in this kind of thing. ”

Knock, knock.

Knock on the door. It was a guide from the site staff that the time had run out. She gets up from her seat and lightly taps the shoulders of Uni and Hangyeong.

“Come on. Let's go, then. British artist friends? ”

The party was truly a world of stars. Those who often shine their faces on gossip and those who rule England. Uniga nods and mutters to Han Kyung.

“HAN Kyung-ah. Is that actor Jabin? ”

“Yeah, that's what it looks like to me. ”

They drink wine and enjoy their time. And soon, the lights went out slowly and the music volume went down. The party's highlights are coming up.

Ladies and gentlemen, we'll start the auction now. "

You hear an announcement to start the auction, and the lights converge on the platform. Refrigerator size canvas. The black cloth is peeled off, and the curator lays a commentary on the work beside it.

“Uni, over there. ”

“Yes?”

Uni was looking at the monolith. Lee Cheolyong tapped his shoulder and looked back. He smiles and points to the entrance. Unique eyes getting bigger and bigger. There was still his cool, faithful uncle.

“Uncle Ji-hoon! ”

Uni ran to him with great joy. The well-dressed uncle glittered in the dark. The moment Uni and he shared a hug, the first boom broke.

“Million pounds!) ”

Light, 1.5 billion.

Diplomacy 2. The End of British Artists

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