“Wow. What a terrible person he is,” said Vator.0

“Yes, I agree,” Zhang Dajing nodded slowly.0

Both men stared in aghast at Kang Jin-Ho.0

Just what time was it now? Wasn't it late at night? Like, nearly dawn? Since China's time zone doesn't differ too much from Korea's, it should be late at night over there, too!0

But now, Kang Jin-Ho actually woke that poor guy up in the middle of the night just to translate some Japanese? Wasn't that just the absolute worst?0

Vator grunted loudly. “Mm, he's the worst boss anyone could ask for.”0

“He's our boss, sir.”0

“...Our boss is the worst boss anyone could ask for, then.”0

If it was possible, Zhang Dajing—and even Vator too—would have reported Kang Jin-Ho to the Ministry of Labor already! People watching this spectacle from the sidelines found this situation totally absurd, so how much worse would it be for the person on the other side of the line?0

Lee Hyeon-Su must be suppressing all the colorful words in his vocabulary from coming out of his mouth. However, his response skirted past their expectations.0

-You... need an interpreter? Since you already speak Chinese... Does that mean you're currently in contact with people from another country? Is it Japan?0

When Lee Hyeon-Su's grave-sounding voice came from the phone's speaker, Vator and Zhang Dajing nodded contemplatively.0

“He's a pro, isn't he?”0

“Yes, sir. He's a true salaryman.”0

Both men were tempted to applaud Lee Hyeon-Su's dedication to work. Listen to him, not even complaining once and immediately delving into the analysis...0