Chapter 86: Outstanding Employee Benefits of This Term

He opened the camera and glanced through its contents.
The scenes depicting daily life were indeed quaint and authentic, as expected from filming on real locations.
Unfortunately, while the monster battles looked truly awe-inspiring, the camera angles were always from above, making it hard to catch any finer details.
Overall, it was worth repeatedly observing the blood dragon’s reactions. Well, to be honest, the entire video seemed to portray nothing but its misery, but it was still worth watching a few more times.
Moreover, Wu You had previously considered making a small fantasy movie for his own amusement; these clips could serve as material.
However, filmmaking requires all sorts of equipment for multi-angle shots, and with Wu You’s current circumstances, he could only manage something akin to a documentary.
He put down the camera and picked up the illustrated manual of “Iron Will Boxing.”
This was considered one of the most common martial arts manuals in the Eastern Domain. Countless people had practiced it—though, of course, “countless” did not refer to ordinary civilians.
Martial arts were a strategic resource: once a style became mainstream, no matter how widespread it was, common folk could not easily learn it.
The ones who practiced this martial art most were constables and soldiers, followed by retainers of large families.
There was a saying among practitioners of “Iron Will Boxing”: ten days of boxing, a hundred days of food; easy to practice, hard to maintain; skin and flesh are easy, the bones are hard; power and stance are hard, intent is harder.
This meant that after ten days of training, one consumed as much food as an average person would in a hundred days. So, starting this boxing style was easy, but keeping up with it was much harder.
This maintenance wasn’t just about affording food—it was also about whether one could endure the minor injuries and pains during practice, and whether one could treat them in time.
Even those with the financial means to keep training might not truly master it: it’s easy to toughen the skin and flesh, but strengthening the bones is much more difficult.
Mastery in “Iron Will Boxing” was said to lie in three realms: power, stance, and intent.
In essence, although “Iron Will Boxing” had its own breathing techniques, it was really a solid external martial art.
With enough investment, entry was swift and results quick.
It could greatly increase strength, bolster resistance to blunt force, and, depending on the individual, enhance resistance to cuts and stabs.
Yet the drawbacks were equally obvious, beyond those already mentioned.
If nutritional supplements and physical conditioning couldn’t keep up, practitioners tended to have shortened lifespans.
Thus, in the Eastern Domain, it was mostly soldiers and constables—those with strong discipline—who practiced “Iron Will Boxing.”
But one must never underestimate it for these reasons.
To be chosen from among many third-rate, even near second-rate martial arts, wasn’t just because it had more illustrations and fewer words.
It was said that those who reached the highest levels of this practice could achieve near invulnerability, a body like diamond.
Perhaps that was boasting by its creator, but history recorded individuals who attained supreme mastery through this unremarkable “Iron Will Boxing.”
Besides, its main drawbacks were of no consequence to Wu You.
Regarding food, modern people had a much easier time dealing with it than those in the past, and if employees of the company were to practice this martial art, dietary supplements would naturally be provided by the company.
As for nutrition, physical conditioning, and even bone training, the Life Renewal Paste was a supreme holy medicine.

So as long as practitioners did not slack off, they could quickly reap the benefits of “Iron Will Boxing.”
In fact, thanks to the Life Renewal Paste, they might achieve greater success than those who had trained for years in the Eastern Domain.
As for mastery, they could at least attain full-body strength, and those with talent might even reach the realms of stance and intent.
Even Wu You himself was quite interested in “Iron Will Boxing.”
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In the campus where the headquarters of Myriad Beast Manor Biotechnology Company was located, employees were busy at their own tasks.
Except for a few, most here had learned parts of the company’s true nature.
Those clueless employees, watching their colleagues suddenly brimming with energy, found it odd.
Granted, the company was excellent, but surely a sense of belonging couldn’t develop so quickly?
No matter what, their business didn’t require much technical skill, and the key aspects were managed by the middle and upper echelons.
Yet even a cargo driver was running about with boundless enthusiasm, as if injected with adrenaline—wasn’t that a bit much?
When asked, their answers were wildly varied.
Some said they suddenly realized how unmotivated they’d been before—come on, you graduated from a prestigious agricultural university.
Others claimed that to fulfill their dreams, they needed to start with incremental effort—motivational, and a bit more plausible.
The most exaggerated were those who spoke of suddenly discovering the true meaning of life, finding the real purpose of their existence, their faces shining with an unsettling radiance as they said it.
Brother, are you alright? People were reluctant to approach them too closely, fearing they’d suddenly invite them to “pursue the meaning of life together,” and drag them along for the ride.
Because of this, a couple of uninformed employees had resigned.
Thankfully, this feverish enthusiasm eased somewhat after two days; most people simply became more diligent in their work.
Today, the company’s boss, General Manager Wu, arrived at headquarters for the first time in a long while.
It was a rare occasion for the boss to inspect, so those unaware of the company’s secrets made a show of working extra hard.
Thus, what Wu You saw was a thriving, vigorous company.
Then, General Manager Wu announced something of great interest to the employees:
This quarter’s staff benefits.
Ordinary employees would receive a bonus equal to half their monthly salary plus a high-temperature subsidy, and Wu You would choose a few for special rewards.
The prize would not be revealed yet.
This stirred up a small excitement throughout the company, among both those in the know and those not.
The bonus for everyone was easily handled—finance could just wire the money.
Choosing the special rewards was straightforward, too.
A little behind-the-scenes selection, since the uninformed employees wouldn’t receive it anyway.

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In the company’s small meeting room,
Executives like Wang Hui and Xiang Biao were all present, along with five “assessed” employees selected for special rewards, including both middle managers and ordinary staff.
Wu You sat at the head of the table.
“Well, I’m sure you’re all curious about this reward. Yes, it’s just what you’re expecting.”
A book appeared on the projector screen.
“This is the reward: ‘Iron Will Boxing.’ It will be sent to you as a PDF to your email. I suggest you scan your computers and phones for viruses.”
Everyone but Wu You wore expectant expressions, but not as excited as he’d anticipated—did they think it was something like modern Tai Chi?
That wouldn’t do; he’d have to correct them.
“And to let you feel the true power of this martial art, take a look at this—it’s a real incident.”
The screen switched to a video.
A furious bull charged at a burly middle-aged man dressed in what looked like a martial arts uniform. He made no attempt to dodge.
At the start of the video, it was clear the bull had a knife stuck in its rump.
“Ah…” some people gasped, recalling the fate of certain matadors.
But the next moment, the man moved from stillness, grabbing the bull’s horns with both hands, and was pushed back three steps by the force.
The dust rising from the ground and the trembling muscles of the mad bull’s limbs illustrated the struggle.
“Hmph…” The man in the video grunted, suddenly surging with force, and slammed the bull to the ground.
A cloud of dust exploded with a loud thud.
Before the viewers could catch their breath,
Another crazed bull suddenly rushed in from behind, faster and with a trickier angle, impossible for most to react.
But as soon as it reached the man, his figure blurred and appeared at the bull’s flank.
His right fist swung violently.
With a resounding blow, the whole bull spun two or three meters away, its head split open in close-up, even brains visible.
A chorus of sharp intakes of breath echoed in the room.