Thomas Geller was in a complicated mood. His work clothes were covered in dust and filth. He strode forward with a long face, and a fat man panted as he scuttled and followed behind him.
"Hey, Thomas! Thomas!"
"What do you want, Andy? I'm in a bad mood now."
"Bad mood? Why, Thomas?"
Upon hearing Thomas's response, the man following him like a lackey widened his eyes in suspicion.
"Isn't that a good thing? The excavation that was stopped has finally begun again. Besides, we have also received the large sum of money we wanted and you have been appointed as the leader of the site excavation team thanks to the excavation works of the previous sites. I don't understand what you're unhappy about."
"I would rather work unrestrained than being forced to, like now!"
Thomas stomped his foot and glared at the fat man behind him. Upon realizing his rage, the fat man took down his glasses, wiped the lenses, and continued speaking.
