Rebirth Of The Tycoon: I Shall Dominate The World

Summer vacation was supposed to be a time to relax, but for Todd, Janet, and me, it was the perfect opportunity to scale our operation. With the influx of clients, our system was running at full capacity. Janet was barely keeping up with logistics, and even Todd and I found ourselves stretched thin managing the growing demands.

It was clear we needed to evolve.

One humid July evening, the three of us gathered in Todd's garage, our makeshift headquarters. The walls were lined with whiteboards filled with diagrams, schedules, and potential client lists. A fan buzzed in the corner, barely cutting through the summer heat.

"We can't handle this alone anymore," Todd said, leaning over the table. "If we're going to keep up, we need to expand."

"I agree," Janet said, wiping sweat from her brow. "But how do we find people we can trust? If even one of them slips up, the entire operation could collapse."

I tapped my pen against the table, deep in thought. "We don't just hire anyone. We recruit students who are discreet, dependable, and ambitious. Start with schools nearby—places where the teachers won't connect the dots to us immediately."

Todd grinned. "I know a few guys from my old mathletes team. They go to Lincoln High. I trust them, and they could help us get started there."

Janet nodded. "I can handle onboarding. We'll create a training program to ensure they follow our protocols exactly. No deviations."

"Good," I said. "And we'll incentivize them. They'll get a cut of every study guide sold, plus bonuses for bringing in new clients. But they have to earn it."

As the weeks went on, we carefully built our network. Todd reached out to his contacts, recruiting trusted students from nearby schools. Janet trained them rigorously, drilling our procedures into them until they could recite them in their sleep.

To make the process more efficient, we developed a streamlined system. Study guides were now created using a secure app that Todd and I designed, disguised as a harmless study tool. Our employees would input the data, and the app would generate customized guides for each client.

By the end of summer, our operation spanned five schools, with over twenty employees managing hundreds of clients. The money was rolling in faster than ever. Todd and I were splitting $50,000 a month, and even Janet was pulling in a significant share.

Despite our success, the looming threat of exposure was never far from our minds. One night, as we sat in my living room, we laid out our plans to counter any investigations.

"The teachers aren't stupid," Janet said, flipping through her notebook. "They're going to come back from summer break with a vengeance. We need to be ready."

"First," I said, "we stick to the plan. No direct communication with clients about the study guides. Everything goes through the app that Todd and I created."

After gaining the hacking talent, I work together with Todd to develop an app that only the team have access to and will be use to contact the client. Every conversation that appears in this app will be deleted from all platform and even IP address will be hacked and delete. This way all of out deals will be private and leave no trace behind.

"And if they start monitoring students more closely?" Todd asked.

"We adapt," I replied. "If they crack down on phones and devices during exams, we pivot to analog methods. Flashcards, handwritten notes disguised as personal study materials—whatever it takes."

Janet frowned. "What if they try to plant someone in our network? A spy to gather evidence?"

"Easy," Todd said with a smirk. "We vet everyone. No exceptions. And if anyone raises even the slightest suspicion, they're out."

I could even use the system to read each person's profile and use [Deep Investigation] to finds out if they are spies that the teachers sent or not. If they are then I will wipe their memories and make sure they report to the teachers that we are just are normal group of tutors who is trying to help all students.

"And what about the exams themselves?" Janet pressed. "If they randomize the questions or change the format?"

I leaned back, a small smile on my lips. "Then we get ahead of them. With our network, we'll have someone in every class. As soon as the exams are distributed, our employees will memorize the questions and send them to us. We'll create updated guides on the fly."

Janet shook her head, both impressed and wary. "You really have thought of everything."

"Not everything," I admitted. "Which is why we'll need contingency plans. If worse comes to worst, we'll go underground. Lay low for a while until the heat dies down."

Todd nodded. "We'll also keep a tight rein on our employees. One mistake, one loose end, and it's all over."

He is right on this point. These new employees might be people that these two trust, but I do not have access to their loyalty meters so I can not be sure that they won't betray us if any of them are caught or put under pressure. There has to be someway that I can manage all of them!

By the end of summer, our operation was a well-oiled machine. But the tension was palpable as the new school year approached. The teachers were undoubtedly preparing their countermeasures, and we had to be ready for anything.

On the surface, life went on as usual. Todd and I spent our days training new recruits, fine-tuning our systems, and brainstorming new ways to stay ahead. Janet juggled her growing responsibilities with remarkable efficiency, proving herself invaluable to the operation.

But beneath the surface, the stakes had never been higher. One wrong move, one crack in our carefully constructed facade, and everything could come crashing down.

As the first day of school loomed closer, I couldn't shake the feeling that we were heading into uncharted territory. The teachers were playing a dangerous game, but so were we.

The question wasn't whether we would win—it was how far we were willing to go to stay on top.