The Strongest Businessman

"I got too engrossed with cultivation that I didn't notice the time." Knowing that it was already 7 in the evening, Dylan did not waste his time to go to Soaring Garden Enterprise and decisively headed to their residence. When he reached the residence around quarter to 8, he did not see any of his employees in the dining are like the other days.

Dylan saw a note on the table. It was on top of the covers of the plates on the table which he picked it up the moment he reached the table. Written on the note, 'Sir Dylan, we have already prepared your dinner under this note. If you are wondering where we are, we are at the backyard doing our training. -Sincerely yours, Your employees.'

"Training but I thought that the training schedule was only up to seven. Hm, why are they pushing themselves?" Dylan was rather curious about this extra training they were doing. But, he was rather craving for food now because of his training and his recent breakthrough. So, he decided to eat the food prepared for him first.

Ten minutes later...

"That was a good meal!" Dylan enjoyed the meal that his employees prepared for him and satisfyingly patted his stomach. He cleaned and wiped the table himself. After which, he went to the kitchen and washed his own plate and utensils.

"Okay, time for me to check on them. Hm, I might as well ask why they started to do this late night training." Dylan dried his hands and neatly arranged the kitchen before leaving. He went to the backyard and check for his employees.

"What the-?!" When he arrived at the backyard, Dylan saw a scene that he did not expect to see. His employees were actually fighting with Ford Protection Squad with weapons on their hands as if they were fighting for real! He did not expect to see such a scene in his own backyard!

There was a total of seven groups all in all. This was because there were only seven members of FPS available as the other three each had one limb severed and had yet to recover. The seven member present seemed to be in good condition already.

Each group have an armed member of FPS fighting with at least ten employees! Their attacks were all done ferociously as if they were actually in true combat! He could see most of his employees receiving injuries and were bleeding from the exchanges while the ones they were fighting were still unscathe but it was evident that they were getting exhausted as well.

After recovering from his shock, he immediately shouted, "Stop this at once!"

"Sir Dylan! You're home (here)!" At the same time, everyone's attention was drawn to Dylan and quickly stopped fighting as they stored their weapons on their respective storage rings.

"What is happening here? Why are you all fighting to the death? Can someone explain to me why a conflict arose?" Although Dylan sounded calm, his face wore a dark expression as his hands were clenched into fists.

"Fight to the death? Conflict?" Everyone looked at each other with confusion for a while. When they saw their messed up appearances, they could not help but laugh as they understood what Dylan was referring to earlier. "Hahahahahaha!"

'Why are they laughing?' Dylan found it weird that they laughed. He pondered in his head, 'Did I say something wrong? It means...!' After realizing that, he started to understand that there was a possibility that he might have only assumed the things from the very start. Once this thought arrived, he knew that it might very well be true! Alas, it was already too late.

"Sir Dylan, we were only training with the seniors from the FPS. As for conflicts, there is none... yet, I guess. Since there is no conflicts, no fight to the death is going to happen here. Pfft." Roland quickly answered Dylan's question while holding his laughter back.

"So, those injuries and wounds are..." Before Dylan could speak further, Larry answered, "These injuries and wounds are result of our lack of experience. We asked the Ford Protection Squad to help us feel what true combat is by making them simulate the situation as close as a true fight."

Dylan felt embarassed that he actually let his impulse control him. This had never hapened before except for the time that Rose was kidnapped. He shook his head helplessly and said. "I did not know about your arrangements. When I saw that most of your were injured and some are even severely wounded at that, I thought that a conflict must have occurred. So I impulsively said those things."

"Hehehe, it seems that even the calm Mr. Perfect, that a lot of gorls adore and go crazy for, can be impulsive sometimes." Ron teased openly.

"Ron, I was planning to let you off the hook about what happened this morning but it seems like you haven't learned your lesson from the last time. If that is what you want, I will only give you a quarter of your pay." Dylan indifferently said.

"Ayayay! I'm sorry, boss. Please, forgive me this time. I promise I will be good and not do it again." When he heard how much of a decrease in salary he was going to get, his abruptly turned as white as sheet. He even went as far as trying to tear up and hugged Dylan's leg, "Huhu... my salary! Please don't do this, boss!"

"Err, you shameless fatty! Haaayst, what am I going to do with you? Quit hugging my leg. I get it. I won't do it today because all of you are training so hard. But this is the last time. Got it?" Dylan could not understand how this shameless fatty could be so hardworking in work but annoying when at home. However, when he saw the determination and concentration he had while training, Dylan could not help but commend his focus. So, as a reminder, he solemnly stated.

When Ron saw the solemn look Dylan had, he knew that Dylan was dead serious when he said this is the last time. Thus, he eliminated any thought of teasing Dylan again because he might not even have a salary to recieve if he did. Understanding Dylan's statement, he nodded repeatedly, "Understood, sir!"

"Next time, it would be best if you include matters like this when you leave a note, so that I won't disturb your training again. Oh, that's right! I nearly forgot, who come up with this extra training period?" Dylan reprimanded his employees. Fortunately, he was able to remember. It almost slipped his mind.

"It was me, sir." Mary took a step forward and meekly admitted.

"Mary? But, why? If you wanted to do this kind of training, should you not have consulted me first?" Dylan asked with curiousity.

"Sir, it was not entirely her own idea. We all wanted to grow stronger and that is why we arranged this extra training period at night." Jack thought that Dylan might scold Mary so he took the initiative and speak to let Dylan know that everyone had a part of this matter.

"Exactly, sir. We were merely motivated by Sis Mary's will to become stronger. Thus, we had an agreement to insert this in our daily schedule. We could not consult you about this matter as you were still busy with a lot of things and did not want to disturb you. We simply did not have the chance. So, please don't get angry at Sis Mary. " Surprisingly, it was the cute and shy Marie who stepped in and defended Mary.

When she said those words, all eighty employees nodded and pleaded. "Please don't get angry at Sis Mary, Sir Dylan." Their words left Dylan and Mary to a daze. Both were touched by everyone's actions of pleading to Dylan.

"Hold on, I am not going to scold Mary. I was merely asking out of curiousity. I understand all of your intentions but I just wanted to ask Mary her reason. That's all. You all did not need to plead to me. I won't get angry over such simple matters. I am your eldest brother figure, after all!" Dylan flashed a very charming smile which made everyone calm down.

But to the girls who all had a hidden crush on Dylan, felt their heart skip when Dylan said those words with that bright smile. They all blushed and lowered their heads as they thought, 'Surprise attacks like that are unfair, Sir Dylan.'

"So, what was your reason?" Dylan looked at Mary with a focused gaze that made the young maiden blush.

But after breathing, Mary calmed herself a little bit and answered, "Sir Dylan, you see when we were on Dreamy Forest, I hated myself for not being able to do anything. I hated myself for being so weak that you all had to risk yourlife while I was being protected. Compared to you, Sir Dylan, we are very lacking in many ways. That's why I want to use hardwork and determination to make up for our shortcomings. That's why I want to train harder and when everyone listened to me, they joined me in training because we don't want to be a burden."

"I know you want to get stronger but we have to do it step by step. There is no need to rush things. If you push yourself too hard and become impatient, it might even be harmful to your cultivations and could even lead to cultivation deviation..." Dylan reminded his employees to become patient because strength is only gained from culmination of years of training and cultivation.

Hearing Dylan's words, the employees knew that Dylan was right but they could not help but frown. They really wanted to continue training but if Sir Dylan were to say to stop, they would naturally follow. But to their suprise, "But who am I to judge when I cultivate for twenty hours a day?"

"Sir (Boss) Dylan , cultivates twenty hours a day?!" This left everyone in shock. Twenty hours was an absurd amount of time to cultivate daily! But somehow, they managed to believe his words because they knew what kind of work ethic Dylan follows.

There should at least be thirty to forty minutes allocated for eating and another fifty minutes to one hour for hygienic activities. If Dylan uses twenty hours to cultivate a day, the remaining two or so hours are used for doing paperwork and meetings with other people. Sometimes, it may decrease if Dylan had to personally manage some business outside. But, normally, Dylan really used twenty hours to cultivate.

But based on their experiences, they would often, maybe always, catch Dylan cultivating if they were delivering him news or lunch! It somehow makes sense!

"No wonder sir Dylan's cultivation speed is fast! He could actually cultivate so intensely everyday!" The other now understood how much blood and sweat Dylan actually puts in order to have this kind of talent! But how was he able to follow such a strict cultivation schedule?

'20 hours of cultivating daily?!' Dennis, the captain and the entire Ford Protection Squad could not even fathom how Dylan was able to do it! But was it even possible? It was but it was overwhelmingly tiring! What kind of person could do that without rest? How can one keep being motivated to do that kind of dull and tring routine?

"Sir Dylan, how do you manage to cultivate like that?" Shawn asked with a stunned expression.

"Hehe." Dylan chuckled at their dumbfounded expressions. Dylan inwardly compared his current situation from his former, 'Well, compared to my schedule back on Earth, this is a lot more relaxed. Those times...'

The reason why Dylan was able to follow such a strict schedule was primarily because of his old schedule back on Earth when he was still the CEO of the Omega Trading Corporation. From project proposals, business partnership, interviews, conferences to parties, everyday was eventful yet dull at the same time for Dylan. Dylan's schedule was so tight and packed that there was even an entire month where he only had an hour of sleep everyday!

People only knew of his success and fame. Only a few people how much hardship and sleepless nights he had to go through in order to create the Omega Trading Corporation and maintain it's standing in the business world. Especially when he reached the peak of his career...

"Sir Dylan, are you okay? You seemed to be in a daze for a moment there." Allana suddenly spoke which broke Dylan's state of reminiscence.

"Hahaha, I just remembered something from that question. Well, the reason for that would be my thirst to not feel helpless ever again, to exact my revenge against Baron and to get Scarlet back from her clan! Just these three things give me enough reason to think of nothing but getting stronger as fast as I can." Dylan uttered with a cold look on his face.

"So that's why..." Everyone became silent after hearing his reasons. They all had the same reasons to get stronger but the amount of devotion they were putting was nowhere near as how much Dylan has done. Realizing this, augmented their wills and determination to become even stronger!

"We understand, Sir Dylan! We are ashamed that we are not even as hardworking as you are! Thus, we will do our best to slowly reach the level of diligence you have! So, please allow us to have this additional training period." Jack stood in front and spoke for everyone while bowing towards Dylan.

"Please, allow us, sir Dylan!" The others followed Jack's actions and bowed.

"If that is what you want, I shall allow it. Remember to know the limits of your bodies! Do not be imapatient and cultivate with a proactive mind." Dylan smiled proudly and left words of wisdom.

Jack and the others were elated and replied, "Thank you, Sir Dylan!"

Before leaving, he turned around and face Dennis and the FPS, he sincerely stated, "Please, take care of my employees, captain."

"Rest assured, I will train them well." Dennis replied with a smile as he watched Dylan entering the house.

...

In Dylan's room...

'Remembering my time in Earth makes me nostalgic... During those times, Rose was my happiness, relief and everything. If it were not for her, I would have already suffered from mental brokedown. Rose... I wonder if she is doing okay on her own.' Dylan suddenly remembered Rose amidst his nostalgia. His heart could not help but ache when he thought how lonely Rose would be now, 'I have truly wronged you, my love.'

Actually, it was even better for Dylan now that he was in the cultivation world as cultivating was enough to remove all lethargy and fatigue he had for an entire day. What's most important was that he was able to do what he has always dreamed to do ever since he first read his first fantasy novel which was to cultivate!

'I will get strong enough to travel dimension as soon as possible and go back to Earth just to see you again! That way we won't ever be apart again!' Dylan swore. It was another reason why he was so keen in getting stronger and why he could motivate himself everyday to continue such a repititive and dull lifestyle.

Dylan knew he only had less than three to four decades left before Rose dies of old age. That was why he would put everything he had just to see her again!