The gazes of the presidents present followed Tak-hyeon Lee's finger to the home appliances piled high against the wall opposite.
Tak-hyeon lifted a finger, crooked it, and said,
"Do you know what that is? They're products made by Ilhyeon Electronics — the very appliances Ilhyeon Electronics is currently selling in Los Angeles."
The presidents, not grasping Tak-hyeon's intent, looked at the appliances with puzzled eyes.
They couldn't understand why those things were filling one wall of the hotel.
"I'm the one who had them brought in and laid out — does anyone know why?"
At Tak-hyeon's question, the presidents could say nothing, still only watching for cues.
Watching for cues, Mun-jong agonized over whether he ought to say something or not.
But he couldn't decide whether it was better to speak and score points, or better to stay quiet.
Where's Head Kim?
Mun-jong thought he'd better check on Seong-ho before making a judgment.
It seemed best to see the reaction Seong-ho showed and match himself to it.
Seeing that Seong-ho kept his eyes lowered and gave no reaction at all to Tak-hyeon's question, Mun-jong lowered his eyes exactly the same way and bowed his head.
When no one opened their mouth, Tak-hyeon frowned and said,
"No one knows? Not a single person knows?"
Tak-hyeon's voice grew steadily louder.
But not one of the presidents opened their mouth, and in the end Tak-hyeon's palm came down on the table.
Bang!
Tak-hyeon's roar, striking the table, grew louder and louder.
"So no one really knows, is that it? Fine. Then I'll tell you myself. Lift your heads and look for yourselves. See how there's not a shred of consistency? Whether it's the exterior, the size, the capacity — not one single thing matches. When last year's product, this year's product, and even next year's new product are all different, do you think anyone will be able to tell they're ours?"
"Chairman. Even so, if you look at the mark on the door..."
"Are you telling me a customer can check whether it's an Ilhyeon product or not by looking at the mark…