Manager Choi who came next to him from who-knows-when, spoke.
“Oh, Manager.”
“I am checking right now.”
Manager Choi tilted his head as if he didn’t understand. They were getting closer to the solution. There was one reason why YongHo did this step by step.
To look at it differently, the reason why YongHo was marked by Kim WonHo was because he stepped up during the course registration problem when he didn’t necessarily have to. If he didn’t, he wouldn’t have to suffer all this bullying.
‘Hmm… This…I can’t even speak even though I know this.’
“Manager, there’s nothing wrong with the code.”
Manager Choi held his head, clearly frustrated. There was nothing wrong with the rule for creating file names. This meant that the file created from the program and the file in the remote data storage was the same.
YongHo carefully spoke.
“I got a SVN account but I don’t have the permission.”
“Uh, that, I need permission to upload the sources I fixed. Assistant manager Kim asked me to do this within the weekend……”
Assistant manager Park replied with a clear hint of being annoyed. And he murmured as he focused on the monitor.
Assistant manager Park stood up suddenly as if he realized something.
“Permission?”
At assistant manager Park’s words, manager Choi spoke as if it wasn’t possible.
“Didn’t the IDC say they were going to do something today?”
“Was that so……”
Assistant manager Park accessed the server and checked the file permission.
The permission was set correctly. ‘r’ meant permission to read. The first r meant that the file creator could read and the second r meant that the group the creator is in could read.
“So that means……”
“What, what is it?”
“Who the hell changed it?”
“It seems like it WAS the IDC.”
“Was there a server maintenance today?”
“We have a problem with our account here!”
“The account we are using is excluded from the root group so the program died.”
The server manager said confidently as if he had nothing to lose. Or rather, the voice of manager Choi who proudly called him was lowered.
-3 days ago
Manager Choi looked at assistant manager Park after he ended the call and spoke.
Manager Choi also went back to his seat and checked the mail. Assistant manager Choi had a browser window up and was checking through the mails one by one as well.
“Yes, sir.”
“Why weren’t we able to check this?”
“Right away.”
After that, the work progressed in one fell swoop. YongHo didn’t even have the time to butt in. After solving the problem, it was nearing 7 in the evening.
“Well done.”
“If it wasn’t for Mr. YongHo, we would have had to stay up all night.”
After work was finished, manager Choi patted YongHo’s back saying ‘well done’. Assistant manager Park who was next to them also laughed and spoke.
“No, assistant manager.”
“Shall we? Are you free right now, Mr. YongHo?”
He didn’t have a girlfriend anyway. But the problem was, as these kind of get-togethers increased, he was getting further and further away from girls.
Nearby BBQ restaurant.
“You’re in 4th year Uni?”
“Then how did you come to a company like ours?”
“I am wondering why a guy with skill like you came here.”
“Well, an opportunity came and……”
“It was big in the past though.”
Assistant manager Park, who was grilling the pork belly, butted into the conversation.
“Is that so?”
“Well, he’s still an intern, so he should think over it well while he’s an intern. If he steps in, then it’s not easy to pull it back out.”
“I’m trying my best.”
He heard a similar question during military service.
“Private Lee YongHo. Is the work doable?”
“Really? You seem relaxed. Okay, I’ll tell them to give you more work.”
The best answer was to tell him that he was doing his best. Assistant manager Park asked YongHo as he looked at YongHo’s face.
“……”
“Even if it makes you feel frustrated, bear with it. That Kim WonHo has some backing.”
“He’s the director’s son.”
“That’s why we pretend to not know about it.”
“Well then, let’s stop the depressing talk here!”
The soju in the glass jiggled in the glass. Manager Choi’s swollen belly, and assistant manager Park’s swelling belly were also jiggling. At that moment, YongHo had a weird thought.
I won’t become like that. Or so he pledged.
Translator’s note
Regular chapter 1/4
Kim OneHoe WonHo was the director’s son! Many people should’ve already guessed that he was some kind of bigshot’s son, haven’t you?
Also, don’t ask me ‘Can’t they do this?’ questions, I dunno how to answer them… Heck, I never knew programs can be traced until a commenter mentioned it. How to prevent copy&paste? I dunno either… Maybe Kim WonHo smashed the ctrl key into smithereens. Wait, it’s YongHo’s own laptop so I guess that isn’t possible…
When will I get rid of MY jiggling belly…
Thx for reading!
Translator : Chamber
Proofreader : Maled