"Man, Mr. Kim's factory is still better," one whispered.
"Yeah, this feels like… punishment."
"Bro, this is like when you leave a girlfriend who treats you too well and end up dating someone who makes you pay for Wi-Fi."
Wu Yu just nodded grimly. Twenty days. Just twenty days.
Inside the conference room, Fen Su stood at the head of the table looking like a general who had just survived a war with spreadsheets.
"Everyone—thank you for your hard work these past two weeks!" He said, his voice cracking slightly from too much instant coffee.
The devs stared back at him with eye bags so deep they could store luggage.
It turned out, after Suho's "genius plan" (read: complete accident), the team had gone full martyr mode. They'd been sneaking home to work overtime voluntarily. Voluntarily.
Why? Because, as one team leader put it, "Mr. Kim treats us like humans. That's rare."
Fen Su almost teared up. "Mr. Kim changed the rules, and you all… chose to work harder. That's… beautiful."
