So the committer was Mr.Son SeokHo.

Theres mauts 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 ByungHoons 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.

Thats true

An ByungHoons 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 ManHos way of relieving the humiliation he received in Jeong JinHoons office.

I am sorry, sir.

I didnt expect mauts 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 didnt 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 didnt want to believe that a private team, not a united one, had broken that 10% wall.

It doesnt seem like that. If that was true, then some teams should have disappeared on the rankings but its the same. They just got pushed back by one rank.

Dave muttered as if he couldnt believe it.

Even the host didnt have a set standard when announcing this number. It coincidentally became the number which provoked peoples 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.

Lets 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 YongHos humbleness. And placed his hands on each of YongHos shoulder.

Whatever it is, thanks for your hard work. You look really tired but our situation isnt that good so I will give you vacation as soon as this project ends.

The system wasnt working. And there was only 2 weeks until the system opening.

It was not the data that the PS System, made by Jeong DanBis 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 couldnt really say anymore.

Its alright for Mr.YongHo to have a rest. And if the reason for you to go to this company is money, then dont worry about it anymore. If its 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, thats about 2 billion won. So you dont have to bow down your head to unreasonable requests.

Head researcher Son.

I, Ill do it. Were 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 Daves wrist.

Huh, Oh? Jessie.

Wow. its great. Its 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! Its 10%! It was known as the wall of impossibility. And someone achieved it! Arent you curious?

Then contact that team or something.

Unite?

What? Isnt 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.