Tangze: This Organization Is So Lame!

"So the old man has spent all his money on this house now?"

"That's not quite it. The teacher bought this place years ago, and he's still been selling paintings these past few years. His income is fairly decent."

"Huh? So the old man has to keep selling his paintings just to make a living?"

"Hmm? Well... more or less."

"That's still pretty sad. It must be hard..."

"If a painter can't make a living by selling paintings, that's when they're truly pitiable."

"Huh?"

Conan, who had been lost in thought as he stared at the view beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows, where skyscrapers sliced apart the scenery, was drawn back by the brain-dead conversation beside him. The corner of his mouth twitched as he looked behind him at Yusuke Kitagawa, who could somehow kill a conversation even with elementary school students.

Come to think of it, he had a point. An artist as excessively individualistic as Yusuke Kitagawa really would starve to death if he couldn't sell his paintings.

"But aren't famous painters, like Van Gogh, supposed to work hard, then have their paintings become valuable only after they die?" Taking over for the defeated Ayumi, Mitsuhiko Tsuburaya stubbornly started another topic.

Yusuke Kitagawa looked back at him as though he were asking something he already knew. "That's because Van Gogh was a painter who wasn't accepted by the market while he was alive. It wasn't that he didn't want to sell them. He just couldn't."

Mitsuhiko Tsuburaya, who had only heard the heartwarming inspirational version and had yet to learn that part, froze.

After thinking it over carefully and finding no flaw in the logic, Mitsuhiko Tsuburaya scratched his head. "But the teacher said Van Gogh wasn't in very good mental health. He said many of his artistic styles