Chapter 48 (1) - The Mysterious Art Museum
Bonus chapter 2/4
Klimt exclaimed in surprise.
"What, what did you say?"
Ernst, also startled, clutched his brother and asked.
"Brother! Didn't you just report back?"
Klimt responded with a flustered voice.
"I went to Uncle Hans' place and then walked around the park for about an hour to clear my mind. He passed away during that time? That's unfortunate."
I leaned against the hallway wall, watching the bureaucrat and clicking my tongue.
'Immobility, the epitome of bureaucracy, and yet they move so quickly at times like this.'
They're handling their own matters even when someone has died. They should've at least waited until after the funeral.
The bureaucrat said with an awkward expression.
"Of course, we should start with mourning, but as the city runs this project with tax money, we couldn't delay and had to come here."
Klimt was struck dumb. Ernst quickly asked in his stead.
"Then, what about the other tasks that were going to Uncle Hans?"
"We are planning to distribute them to other companies."
Ah, that's right.
The death of a painter who boasted a 90% market share in the Austrian decorative arts industry. Ironically, after this incident, as they started resolving the work they received, the Artist Company began to grow.
Klimt, who had received the Golden Cross of Merit from Emperor Franz Joseph in 1888 for his contribution to art, was still struggling with a lack of work until now.
While Klimt seemed shocked, Ernst quickly recovered and prepared a seat for the bureaucrat.Updated from novelbIn.(c)om
"We will take over that task."
"Ah, thank you. That's a relief. Sorry for the urgency, but if you have any ongoing work, could you prioritize ours?"
Ernst pretended to ponder for a moment and then said.
Anton waved his hands as if to dismiss any misunderstanding.
"Don't get me wrong, this job won't be a loss for you. It's because of the mayor's remaining term."
"Hmm."
"The mayor has paid great attention to Austria's aesthetics during his term. As a result, Vienna has transformed into the most artistic city in all of Europe."
Ernst nods in agreement.
"Yes, this is indeed the heart of art. The villagers may adore Paris, France, but those with consciousness regard Vienna as the center of European art. This change in consciousness is all thanks to the mayor."
Anton's expression darkens.
"Yes, that's exactly why."
Klimt steps forward as he listens.
"It's hard to understand. Among the artists active in Vienna, none have been without the mayor's help. Why would the nobles and landlords pressure such a person?"
Standing in a corner, I nod my head. People of this era might not understand, but with my modern mindset, I grasped the situation immediately.
The mayor loves art.
In this era, Vienna underwent major construction, becoming a city of art.
Construction costs money.
The city's money comes from taxes.
No city can collect enough taxes to rebuild the entire city.
Therefore, Vienna must be struggling with debt now.
Anton adds an explanation that aligns with my expectation.
"A tremendous amount of money has gone into city expansion. Unable to cover it with taxes alone, the city received support from nobles and landlords, and even had to take out government loans. The current mayor believes that, though times are tough now, in 50 years, everyone in the world will envy this city."
Hmm, what was the mayor's name? Since I don't know, it seems history has credited the artists for this work. But those who made decisions and pushed the project forward deserve recognition too. Well, I guess I'll acknowledge it?
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