Wh-what the hell is this?

Song Dae-geun was completely rattled.

He owned a general contracting firm rated Grade 4 in construction capability—not bad at all for a provincial outfit.

The young punk he'd been treating like dirt a minute ago was clearly somebody.

The chairman of the TS Group—a man he'd only ever seen on TV—had just bowed his head to the punk.

The group's executives followed their chairman's lead and showed the punk every courtesy.

The site manager and everyone else there stood dumbstruck, unable to get a word out.

Then Mr. Song remembered what the young punk had said a moment ago.

That he was the client for this site—the one who could answer for all of it.

Shit... He was so f—ed!

The site supervisor's face went rigid, and so did the site manager's.

Anybody could see the site was a goddamn mess.

Trouble usually climbed only so far up the ladder. This had brought out the group chairman himself.

"I'm disappointed, Chairman Ha."

Jang Tae-san had just rebuked the chairman to his face.

Any sane person would have expected the chairman to blow up and start demanding answers about the site.

"I'm deeply sorry that I failed to live up to your expectations."

Instead, things took a turn that made no sense at all.

Chairman Ha Gwan-u bowed from the waist.

"I-I'll take responsibility!"

TS Construction's representative director, standing behind Chairman Ha, bent even lower.

If the CEO was carrying on like that, there was no need to ask how his people were doing.

"Rome and the other great empires didn't fall because something was wrong with the state. They fell because their people's spirit hit rock bottom first. A company is no different. Daeung and Ana collapsed because of their owners, yes, but their employees' mindset had a lot to do with it. In this age of endless global competition, once rot builds up in a company's people, that company is bound to disappear."

Who the hell is that bastard?

Song Dae-geun's head was spinning.

The young punk was giving a speech in front of…