[How much does it take to go there by taxi?] <- (spoken in English)
To YonHo, who used machine translations for even simple sentences, he could only be envious.
“If you want to be an open source committer, then you should at least do this much.”
“You should study English regularly too, Mr.YongHo. Programming language is in English. If you understand English well, then you would be able to use programming languages more easily, and you will be able to understand the history behind each of them better.”
“Of course.”
And the morning of the NetFlax Prize award ceremony brightened.
Yellow.
Black.
Even amongst them, a man wearing a headband, and a man wearing a straw hat, stood out very much.
“Just stay still. When they receive the award, they will have to go up to the stage.”
Sometimes, reputation had more value than money.
“I won’t let go until they tell me all of their secrets.”
It may look funny to outsiders, but the intellectual curiosity hidden behind him was not inferior to anyone else in the venue.
YongHo, having arrived at the venue, widened his eyes.
“Really… They look like talents at a glance.”
Especially, what attracted his attention the most was the straw hat and the headband.
“Even though they look like that, they are within the top 0.1% of the population. There is no harm for you to get to know each other. You can think that it’s a massive fortune to even just speak with them.”
Moreover, the conversation between the people in the venue.
Performance.
Although YongHo heard some word he knew every now and then, Son SeokHo could hear them clearly.
The announcer’s came to the front after YongHo and Son SeokHo found and sat on their designated seats.
[This year’s winner is the Shinseki Maut!]
All the people who were talking and eating the buffet food, directed their gazes to the stage.
Unlike Korea, the president wasn’t in a suit. The president, wearing comfortable casual clothes, came onto the stage. He was in his 50’s but unlike his age, his outer appearance looked very young. He even looked around Son SeokHo’s age.
“Congratulations, and thank you. Our company is always open to talents such as you people so if you have any thoughts, then please contact us any time,”
However, this place was a bit different.
After a brief congratulatory message passed, the feasts began.
They were flooded with people, so they couldn’t even enjoy the food. While they were answering all the questions, the feast was already nearing its end.
Without any time for feeling proud, time flew like an arrow.
Wihin YongHo’s eyes, people in familiar sets of clothing appeared. It stood out from the rest of the people so his eyes looked there automatically.
“Head researcher, don’t they look a bit familiar?”
When YongHo pointed toward them, Dave was hiding his face behind a pillar.
“You’re right. I think we saw them from the award venue.”
“But… What are they doing there?”
Jessie was seemed amused and eventually pushed Dave, who was trying to pick up the straw hat on the floor.
Jessie looked at Dave in disdain, who was lying on the floor with a funny position.
“Jessie!”
Towards Dave, who was on the floor, James made a satisfied smile.
“……”
“Can’t Jessie go talk to them?”
James and Dave were betting.
And by chance, Dave’s and YongHo’s eyes met while Dave was picking up the straw hat.
After putting the straw hat on his head, Dave awkwardly walked towards YongHo.
At such figure, YongHo could only be confused.
Looking at YongHo in a panic when he looked at Dave, Son SeokHo stepped up.
To Dave, who looked as if he saw a famous celebrity, and was running around like a wild animal, Son SeokHo spoke multiple times, but it didn’t get through to him easily.
He ‘shot’ multiple questions he was thinking of regarding how they achieved 11% like a machine gun. To YongHo’s ears, it was the same as noise, no more and no less.
“What algorithm did you use?”
“Are the team members just the two of you?”
“How do you usually conduct your research?”
Son SeokHo was put in a difficult position due to the barrage of questions he received before he could even answer.
A hand that put Dave into position appeared instantly.
YongHo’s two eyes widened.
The one who smashed Dave’s head was Jessie.
However, she had the absolute advantage in body figure, if compared to an Asian person.
Both Son SeokHo and YongHo gulped at that moment.
The recommendation for the NetFlax Prize was begun by Son SeokHo, but the one who bloomed it was YongHo.
They wanted to hear how he achieved a marvelous record of 11%.
However, they found the solution quickly.
YongHo opened the laptop he brought from Korea and showed him the code which was saved inside it.
He had to expose how the method he used to achieve that performance after the competition was over anyway.
Although they had weird appearances, with the straw hat and the headband and all, Their gazes while looking at the code, alone, was serious.
After the explanation about the core logic ended, did they let YongHo go.
“A, amazing!”
“To think you achieved 11% using this method. Are you perhaps a genius?”
MIT.
To YongHo, who only graduated from a 3rd rate college in Korea, they were people who graduated from the college he could only dream of.
“N, No, I’m not.”
Dave offered YongHo the straw hat. Jessie, who was sitting next to him, seemed embarrassed at such actions as she ignored Dave.
Coincidentally, the four’s ages were the same. Dave, James, Jessie, YongHo – they were all the same age as each other. (T/N: That’s not called ‘coincidence’…. it’s called plot, lol)
Dawn.
YongHo’s laptop was lighting the dark night.
Receiver: [email protected]/* */
He was replying to the offer made by president Jeong JinHoon,
Dear president.
It’s Lee YongHo from smart shopping strategy team.
To get to the main point,
It doesn’t change the fact that I’m in Shinseki.
I will just add my opinion since I think that the organization known as Shinseki does not ignore the voice of the people.
There was a post like this in a certain internet noticeboard.
Because I believe that the only thing that can guarantee happiness in 10 year time
Because I believe that now is not important,
I am happy with the unique time that is now.
I am enjoying the moment with head researcher Son, and team leader Jeong DanBi, who gave me the opportunity to come to America.
My opinion ends here.
I will be thankful if you can understand what i am saying.
After writing a long e-mail, YongHo pressed the send button.
From the sleeping YongHo’s expression, comfort could be felt.
Translator’s notes
Regular chapter 2/3
Wow, look at that letter. YongHo should be a poet… Such an indirect way of refusing…
Btw, some people seemed to be confused about CEO, Chairman and President.
Basically (I’m not sure about what it’s like in RL), for Shinseki, A chairman (=CEO) owns multiple companies, and they each have their own ‘presidents’. So, Chairman (=CEO) is the big boss of all of them. And so, the president being called CEO is wrong here.
For MG Entertainment (God of Music), it’s different. The Chairman (=CEO) owns the company (only one). Under the chairman, there is a president and a board of directors who (should) have equal amount of authority. I will also write this in GoM Chapter tomorrow.
So confusing… I know… I too am confused…
Nice reading~
Translator : Chamber