King of the Wilderness

He paused, giving everyone a moment to digest, then his eyes became sharp once more.

"However, from today, from this moment on, all our rules will be recalculated! The strict audits each quarter will be our unshakeable ironclad law!"

"I don’t want to see anyone committing managerial negligence again, understood?"

"Yes, boss!"

This time, all the supervisors’ responses were more heartfelt and powerful than any previous time!

Their voices were filled with relief after the disaster and gratitude for the new master’s generosity!

Lin Yu’an nodded satisfactorily, sitting down at the head position, somewhat narcissistically admiring himself, balancing kindness and severity with ease!

"David, handle Carter and Tom’s resignation procedures and ensure they leave with dignity."

"Yes, sir."

Carter’s face was ashen as he stood up under David’s gesture, while Tom suddenly stopped at the doorway.

He slowly turned around, as if wanting to engrave everyone present into his heart, casting a fierce gaze around the room at everyone, filled with unwillingness.

Lin Yu’an ignored Carter, who was already out of the meeting room, and looked at the surviving white girl, Hanna.

His tone returned to calm: "Hanna, from now on, you are promoted to acting supervisor of the veterinary station. Your new supervisor is Emily."

"Your task is to fully assist her, quickly become familiar with everything here, and establish a management process for drugs and supplies that meets our new standards."

Hanna was so happy and excited that she couldn’t speak, only nodding vigorously.

This scene of thunderous power yet collected calm happened in the blink of an eye.

Everyone was completely shocked by Lin Yu’an’s method of giving—depriving—examining—forgiving—giving again.

The sweetness of the carrot hadn’t fully melted, the chilling sting of the stick still lingered, and the final forgiveness brought unparalleled gratitude and awe.

They finally understood that the young master before them was far more than generous. He was a true ruler adept at calculation with an iron fist.

He used money to buy off all their excuses and laziness, and with a set of legitimate audit procedures, placed golden handcuffs upon them.

Then, he personally unlocked the chains pointing to the past, leaving only shackles leading to the future.

In the air, enormous pressure and enormous opportunity merged together in a mysterious way, pressing upon everyone’s shoulders.

At this moment, Lin Yu’an’s tone became gentle and infectious again, as if the cold dictator from before never appeared.

He paused, his gaze sweeping over everyone, speaking clearly: "Does anyone have any questions about my requests or the compensation?"

The meeting room was silent. Who dared to have questions?

"Good." Lin Yu’an’s tone softened, the sharpness subsiding, replaced by calm and sincere power.

He looked at everyone present, slowly saying: "I’m making these requests not to make things difficult for you, nor to pursue a cold financial statement."

He paused, gaze drifting over the stunning land outside, his voice tinged with warmth.

"Because, this will be my home henceforth. Every inch of the thirty-one thousand acres, every house, every tree, every cow, every horse, is part of that home."

"I hope, in your future work, you can also bring in a different perspective."

His gaze returned to the people, becoming extremely serious.

"Our ranch must of course strive to be number one, but the number one I aim for may not be what you understood before."

"It’s not the BMS rating written on paper, nor the equestrian competition medals hanging on walls, nor the star level given by hotel rating agencies."

Lin Yu’an’s voice became deep and philosophical: "The number one I seek is a standard of being true and blameless."

"When we prepare steaks for family, what type of beef do we choose?"

His gaze lingered over the old cowboy Hank, whose calloused hand unconsciously rubbed the table, deep wrinkles seemingly smoothing out.

"When we let children ride horseback, what type of horses do we choose?"

Maria, the horse ranch supervisor, had a gentle light in her eyes, thinking of the calm quarter horse she personally selected.

"When we welcome dear friends home, what services do we provide?"

"The answer is the same—offer the best, safest, most thoughtful within our capabilities. No regard for cost, no regrets."

"This is my only requirement for here in the future, apply your expertise to this standard. Use the standard of serving family to treat every detail of your work."

The meeting room fell into a deeper silence than before.

If the previous silence was out of fear and oppression, then this silence was because a tremendous storm stirred within each person’s heart.

Especially old cowboy Hank Miller.

He has worked on this ranch all his life, served Old Hunter, and seen all kinds of so-called managers.

They talked about profit, efficiency, BMS ratings, and competition trophies. Those things are important, but to Hank they always felt one step removed.