However, it also meant that he didn't have anything to give to Edward to display in his gallery.
However, despite bringing out the canvas, he had nothing to draw now. After staring at the blank sheet of paper for a while, Leon finally stood up and left the room.
He didn't need this headache now. Going into the room, he took his bath and immediately went to bed.
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The next day, Leon could be seen inside an office, sitting opposite a man who seemed to be in his middle ages, probably around his late 30s or early 40s.
Leon couldn't exactly tell, but he was fascinated because this was his first time seeing someone of Swiss origin in this world, and he couldn't lie—he wasn't seeing any similarities between them.
The man before him, Johann Webar, his financial manager and the trustee to his trust fund, was a man whose age he had yet to fully determine. However, the man was of medium stature with a sturdy, athletic build.
He had well-kept, salt-and-pepper hair, cut short in a style that was both practical and tidy.
Meanwhile, he would say he was tall with a much leaner but still athletic build if asked (but then, who wouldn't say they had an athletic build?).
As for hair, Leon hadn't really thought about it. He had never styled his hair since he entered this body, but it had carefully remained as it had been.
"Mr. Nunez, to what do I owe this pleasure?" the man asked.
"Good day, sir. I heard that handing paintings over to a trust fund is the best way to go, and I have these four. I believe they will make a decent amount of money if monetized," Leon said as he pointed to the stack he had struggled to carry here.
"Sir, I am sorry to say this, but not all paintings have value, especially if you just painted them," Mr. Webar said as he pulled off his glasses.
Leon could tell that the man was holding back his laughter behind that professional smile, but Leon didn't blame him.
"I doubt you'll say that after you see the paintings," Leon said before he unwrapped one of them.
It was a painting of a cherry blossom tree in mid-fall, petals scattering into a stream. Staring at it, Leon felt a weird sense of peace as all his nervousness and anxiety vanished.
"What is this?" Mr. Webar asked.
The look on his face said it all. Leon may not have been familiar with the value of paintings, nor was he really that familiar with the high art world, but he knew that his paintings, with their effects, would surely be highly sought after.
"Impermanence, a painting to represent stability in change," Leon replied.
"This is amazing. Who painted it?"
"I did, and that's not all," Leon said before unwrapping the rest.
As soon as he did so, the compound effect of the paintings took hold, and he felt his mind straighten up. It was as though there was a mini version of himself arranging and organizing his thoughts.
"Kid, you know this will cost money to monetize, right?" the man said.
"That part I leave up to you. I'm a minor, I can't take a loan, but my trust can. Or I am sure that you know how best to handle it so that it will be more beneficial," Leon replied.
"For your young age, you are really business-minded."
"I have no choice but to be. I can't be homeless when I drop out of the system," Leon replied.
"Okay then, I believe you want to sign this over to us to manage?" Mr. Webar asked.
"Naturally."
"Then we will do our best to make you as much money as possible," the man said with a smile.
Seeing his smile, Leon smiled as well… To him, the look in the man's eyes was more than enough to tell Leon that this venture would be successful.
When dealing in business, the best people to work with were the greedy ones—just know how to rein them in.