“So the committer was Mr.Son SeokHo.”
“There’s maut’s committer on your side, so it seems it will be difficult for us to win this contract this time.”
Son SeokHo seemed more interested in YongHo and An ByungHoon’s relationship than the project.
“Oh, yes. He was very good to me. Thanks to manager An, I learned a lot during my intern days.”
“Yeah. I think I understand Mirae IT better now, to let go of a talent like this.”
He received recognition from an open source contributor, and now, from an open source committer.
“That’s true……”
An ByungHoon’s disappointed voice made YongHo curl his lips. The feeling that the hard work until now was not in vain enveloped him.
*Plop*
“Why did you bring this trash?”
Who was in a superior position(gab), and who was in the inferior position(eul) was obvious from the positions of their seat.
And Mirae IT who sat below him.
“I treat people with ability like they should be treated. And I treat people without ability how they should be treated too.”
“I will watch until the end.”
*Flap*
It was Kim ManHo’s way of relieving the humiliation he received in Jeong JinHoon’s office.
“I am sorry, sir.”
“I didn’t expect maut’s committer to be under Jeong DanBi……”
At that figure, Kim ManHo seemed to have calmed down a bit, and continued speaking.
“Yes.”
“I understand.”
PS System interim report.
These were the words written on top of that paper.
“Dave! Dave!”
“Why? What is it?”
“No, I didn’t check today.”
“What is it?”
“What? Where?”
He himself was feeling the limit.
Even 9.8% which they achieved now, was like a miracle
“They are called Shinseki Maut, have you ever heard of them?”
“I looked up but they were never in the rankings.”
Dave spoke of the most plausible possibility. He didn’t want to believe that a private team, not a united one, had broken that 10% wall.
“It doesn’t seem like that. If that was true, then some teams should have disappeared on the rankings but it’s the same. They just got pushed back by one rank.”
Dave muttered as if he couldn’t believe it.
Even the host didn’t have a set standard when announcing this number. It coincidentally became the number which provoked people’s challenging hearts.
And that continued for 5 years. There was no team that received the Grand Prize for the NetFlax Prize in the for 5 years.
“Let’s contact the other teams, just in case that the other teams DID unite.”
The mail sent from Seattle, America, had spread throughout the world.
It was the second time.
“Thanks for your hard work. And thank you.”
Son SeokHo waved his hand at YongHo’s humbleness. And placed his hands on each of YongHo’s shoulder.
“Whatever it is, thanks for your hard work. You look really tired… but our situation isn’t that good so I will give you vacation as soon as this project ends.”
The system wasn’t working. And there was only 2 weeks until the system opening.
It was not the data that the PS System, made by Jeong DanBi’s team, produced, but the test data that was alternating between each other.
“Yes. I pushed the NetFlax Prize as a stage for implementing the PS System. He showed results in the NetFlax Prize, so of course I have to put him in there.”
Son SeokHo went against Jeong DanBi strongly. YongHo worked until now without even sleeping properly. He was about to rest since he produced results, but now he was about to work on implementing the PS System.
“Head researcher Son, the leader of this team is me.”
Son SeokHo was on the offense. His always-eating-sweet-bean-bread figure was all but gone.
And Jeong DanBi knew that so she couldn’t really say anymore.
“It’s alright for Mr.YongHo to have a rest. And if the reason for you to go to this company is money, then don’t worry about it anymore. If it’s 10%, the prize will increase to 2 million dollars, and 1 million dollars is your share. The rest should be given to our colleagues since they worked hard too.”
“Yes. So in our currency, that’s about 2 billion won. So you don’t have to bow down your head to unreasonable requests.”
“Head researcher Son.”
“I, I’ll do it. We’re a team. We need to help each other.”
“So he says?”
Night time work had already become a habit. Leaving early, instead, was awkward.
Fire sparked in the blue eyes.
And his team which was right below that, The Dessert.
Dave, who was looking at the monitor, searched around on the desk, and picked the piece of pizza.
But there was a hand that snatched Dave’s wrist.
“Huh, Oh? Jessie.”
“Wow. it’s great. It’s been quite a while since I was this excited.”
“10%! How the hell did they make it? There was no team in the last 5 years who achieved 10% in the NetFlax Prize. What kind of algorithms did the maut team use?”
Instead, he was drenched in curiosity to know even a bit sooner.
“Think about it, Jessie! It’s 10%! It was known as the wall of impossibility. And someone achieved it! Aren’t you curious?”
“Then contact that team or something.”
“Unite?”
“What? Isn’t that too villain-ish?”
“*Sigh*… Who can stop you. So? What do I need to do?”
Jessie rolled up her sleeves and sat next to Dave. The two focused on their work for hours without saying a word.