Building a Business Empire with my Technological System

Chapter 141: The Grand Opening of the New Enterprise

February 01, 2026.

It was a quiet Sunday morning, and Michael sat in the comfort of his office, his gaze fixed intently on the television. The room was filled with the low murmur of the news broadcast, which today was focused on a topic that had become increasingly significant in his life: the implementation of the Public Utility Vehicle (PUV) Modernization Law.

The law was now in full effect, marking the end of an era for the traditional jeepneys that had been a cultural and transport mainstay in the Philippines for decades.

The screen showed images of the city streets, where signs of change were evident. Areas once bustling with the colorful, iconic jeepneys were now dominated by the modern, standardized PUVs, designed to offer safer, more reliable, and environmentally friendly public transportation. The reporter on the scene was on the curbside interviewing commuters.

"How will it affect you now that the traditional jeepneys are gone?" asked the reporter.

"Well…it's hard to say because it's Sunday today. Tomorrow it will be different because a lot of people will go to work and school, so we'll really see the impact then," responded a commuter, her tone mixed with apprehension and curiosity. "I guess it's cleaner and more organized, but the jeepneys had their charm and were cheaper for short trips."

The camera then shifted to a middle-aged man who had just alighted from one of the new PUVs. "This is more comfortable, definitely," he admitted, adjusting his briefcase. "The air conditioning and the new seats are a big improvement. But I'm thinking about those jeepney drivers; what happens to them now?"

Then a new scene popped up in the screen, showing jeepney drivers and operators gathering at a local government office, some of them submitting applications and inquiring about the retraining programs and financial assistance mentioned by the officials.

"So it's starting huh?" Michael said as he took a sip of his coffee. Then his phone vibrated.

He glanced at it and saw the caller ID, it was from Juliet. He picked it up and answered the call.

"Yes?"

"Mr. Reyes, I'm at the terminal in Cubao managing things. Ms. Reimann and Mrs. Estolas will be here for the grand opening of the terminal, when are you going to

arrive?"

"I'll be there in an hour," Michael replied, glancing at his watch and calculating the time needed to reach the terminal. "Make sure everything is in place for the grand opening."

"Understood, sir. Everything is nearly set up here. The new EcoRider buses are already attracting attention, and the media setup is ready for your speech and the ribbon-cutting ceremony," Juliet informed him.

"Great, and how are the drivers and staff feeling about today?" Michael asked, concerned about the human aspect of his business transition.

"They're excited, sir. Many of them are former jeepney drivers who've completed their training with us. They're looking forward to operating these new buses," Juliet responded. "And sir, someone is looking for you here by the name of Psylemon."

"Oh…he is my classmate," Michael replied. "Tell him I'll meet him there at the terminal. Make sure he's comfortable and tell him I won't be long."

"Will do, Mr. Reyes," Juliet said  and continued. "I'll take care of it."

Michael ended the call and stood up from his desk. He took one last look at the television screen, reflecting on the shifting landscape of public transportation in the Philippines. It was a time of significant change, and he was at the forefront of it.

He grabbed the remote and turned off the television, his mind now fully focused on the task ahead. Gathering his keys and briefcase, he made his way out of the office.

The drive to the terminal in Cubao would take time, especially considering the typical Sunday traffic, but his thoughts were already on the inauguration and the future.

As Michael made his way to the parking garage, his phone buzzed with notifications — messages from Tesla. He already made a response to their collaboration, he refused it, as he wanted to compete with them, though he didn't say explicitly that he is going to compete with them, rather he just declined the offer.

However, Tesla seemed persistent in understanding his decision. Opening the email on his phone, Michael saw the message from Tesla's corporate liaison, asking for clarification on his decision to decline the collaboration offer.

[Dear Mr. Reyes.

We have received your response regarding our proposed collaboration. We are surprised and intrigued by your decision to decline. Given the potential synergies between our companies, especially in advancing electric vehicle technology and sustainable transportation, we would like to understand the rationale behind your decision.

Is there room for further discussion or reconsideration of this opportunity?]

Michael stared at the message, contemplating how to articulate his vision and strategy without revealing too much of his competitive intent. But, this can wait, he is needed at the terminal for the grand opening. Placing his phone back in his pocket, he decided to deal with Tesla's inquiry later. Right now, his priority was the EcoRider launch event.

Arriving at the Cubao terminal, Michael was greeted by the sight of the new EcoRider buses lined up, sleek and modern against the backdrop of the bustling city. Staff members, including many former jeepney drivers, were dressed in their new uniforms, looking professional and eager to start this new chapter.

Michael stepped out of his car and was immediately approached by Juliet, who led him towards Psylemon and the other waiting dignitaries. As he walked, Michael scanned the terminal, impressed by the efficient setup and the air of anticipation among everyone present.

"Mr. Reyes, we're all set for the opening ceremony," Juliet informed him as they approached the ribbon-cutting area. "The media are ready to cover the event, and your speech will be the highlight."

Juliet then led Michael to the podium where a microphone was set up, facing a gathering crowd of attendees, press, and curious onlookers. As Michael approached, the murmurs in the crowd subsided, and all eyes turned to him.

"Thank you, Juliet," Michael said, taking a deep breath to calm his nerves. He turned to greet Psylemon with a nod and a smile, acknowledging his classmate's presence before focusing on the task at hand.

Psylemon, standing a bit to the side, gave Michael an encouraging thumbs-up, clearly proud of his friend's achievements.

As Michael took his place at the podium, he could feel the weight of the moment.

"Good morning, everyone," Michael began, his voice clear and confident, amplified by the microphone. "Today marks a significant milestone not just for EcoRider, but for the entire public transportation industry in our country. We stand here on the brink of a new era—an era of cleaner, safer, and more efficient public transport.

I know it's hard for us to accept that our traditional jeepneys have to evolve, but it's a step we must take for the betterment of our cities and the health of our people."

Michael paused, letting his words sink in among the crowd.

"We at EcoRider are committed to easing this transition. We've worked closely with former jeepney drivers, offering training and employment opportunities in our new fleet. We're not just launching new buses today; we're starting a movement towards sustainable urban mobility."

He glanced around, seeing nods of approval and faces filled with hope.

"As we cut this ribbon, we're not just opening a terminal; we're paving the way for a greener, more connected future. Let's embark on this journey together."

With that, Michael stepped down from the podium, approached the ceremonial ribbon stretched across the entrance of the terminal. He took the scissors handed to him by Juliet, lifted them high, and then cut the ribbon amid cheers and applause.

After the ribbon-cutting ceremony, amidst the applause and flashing cameras, Psylemon approached Michael, a broad smile on his face, accompanied by an older man who wore a proud expression. This was Psylemon's father, a seasoned jeepney driver whose livelihood had been directly affected by the modernization program.

"Michael, I can't thank you enough," Psylemon said, his voice filled with gratitude. "Because of you, my father has a new lease on life."

Michael turned to Psylemon's father, extending a hand. "It's an honor to have you join our team," he said warmly. "Your experience is invaluable to us, and I'm confident you'll be a great asset to EcoRider."

Psylemon's father, now wearing the new EcoRider uniform, shook Michael's hand firmly. "Thank you, Mr. Reyes. I was worried about what the future held for me and my fellow drivers, but now I feel hopeful again. I'm ready to learn and to start this new journey."

As he was talking to them, Juliet, Antoneitte, and Bridget approached him. Michael noticed them and spoke.

"Oh right, perfect time, I want to discuss something with you three."