I looked up to the previous president. From the beginning, I was indebted to the previous president, and I sincerely wanted to support this company. ... But what the hell are these guys? The second president, who succeeded the previous generation, was married to a hostess. Leaving work aside, company management is a car on fire. The stupid bride rushes to the company with a selfish face and asks the president for a brand thing. I'm at the limit of my patience, I'm done, I'm going to smash everything!