The boss has no descendants, but he encounters four smaller versions of himself

That evening, Su Muhan squatted on the bed in the hotel room, with a pile of banknotes and coins spread out in front of him. He poked at the money with his fingers and muttered something to himself.

"Two hundred and fifty, three hundred and sixty... four hundred and two... tsk."

He frowned, pushed the last few coins aside, and sighed.

Zhu Daheng was lying in bed scrolling through his phone when he heard this, so he turned over and asked, "Boss, what's wrong?"

Su Muhan said with a serious expression, "Tycoon, we need to face a serious problem."

"What's the problem?"

“Poor.” Su Muhan uttered the word with a pained expression. “Although your father gives you 100,000 yuan a month for pocket money, and I can earn some extra money by fortune telling, we just can’t keep up with how much we spend!”

Zhu Daheng sat up and counted on his fingers: "This month we went to three cities, stayed in five-star hotels five times, you said fortune telling should be classy, ​​not stay in shabby hotels, we ate at Michelin-starred restaurants eight times, you said we should experience the full spectrum of human life, we bought more than a dozen outfits, you said fortune telling should be stylish, and..."

"Stop, stop, stop!" Su Muhan covered her face. "I was wrong. I shouldn't have been so extravagant."

Even so, he knew in his heart that it was easy to go from frugality to extravagance, but difficult to go from extravagance to frugality!

He has been a rich young master since childhood, and in the past few months, he has fully experienced the joy of "Zhu Daheng-style consumption".

Asking him to cut back on his food and clothing, to stay in cheap hotels and eat at roadside stalls, would be worse than killing him.

However, their expenses were simply too high.

"What should we do then?" Zhu Daheng scratched his head. "How about... I call my dad and ask him to send some more money? This 100,000 is really not enough."

"No way!" Su Muhan refused decisively. "We're here to gain experience, not to sponge off our parents. Besides, we agreed to make a name for ourselves. What kind of skill is it to rely on your dad for money?"

That's what I say, but...

He counted the money again.

After deducting necessary expenses, the remaining money is roughly enough to buy two economy class plane tickets.

and many more.

Airfare?

Su Muhan's eyes suddenly lit up.

He jumped out of bed and started rummaging through the room.

"Boss, what are you looking for?" Zhu Daheng asked, puzzled.

"My darling, my precious darling!" Su Muhan said as she flipped through the package, "I made thorough preparations before we left!"

He opened his suitcase and pulled out a small metal box from under a pile of clothes.

Open the tin box; inside is a ring.

This ring is his treasure.

Zhu Daheng leaned over for a glance, then dismissed it, saying, "It's just an ordinary ring."

"Ordinary?" Su Muhan picked up the ring and looked at it against the light. The ring face shone brightly in the light. "This is the heir ring of our Brønn family!"

Zhu Daheng gasped: "The Bron family, then this ring is extraordinary..."

“Of course. The Bron family is incredibly wealthy, capable of buying half of Europe. With this ring, that wealth is mine.”

Su Muhan chuckled, "To be precise, it belongs to the four of us brothers. Mom keeps this ring in a drawer. The day I left, I thought it would be better to be prepared, so I took it with me."

Look how clever he is! He only took two of the most important things with him when he went out: the wealthy Zhu Daheng and the ring his mother had put in the drawer. With these two things, he wouldn't have to worry about not having money to spend.

A new idea began to grow rapidly in his mind.

Su Muhan put the ring on her index finger; it was a bit big, but she could barely keep it on. "Tycoon, I've found a way to make a lot of money."

What method?

Su Muhan's eyes darted around, and she lowered her voice: "Let's go to Bronn Castle and become the heir!"

Zhu Daheng sat on the edge of the bed, his brows furrowed so deeply they could trap a fly: "You're not going to be the fortune teller anymore?"

Su Muhan twirled the ring, which was now a size larger than usual, and said, "I'm not going to keep it."

Upon hearing this, Zhu Daheng immediately became anxious, "But didn't you say before that you wanted to make a name for yourself in the underworld? Boss, you can't give up so easily. We promised to make our way in the underworld together and never rely on our parents!"

Su Muhan snorted, "I never said I was going to sponge off my dad."

"I'm going to mooch off other old people." He swung his leg, speaking matter-of-factly, but his eyes winked slyly.

Zhu Daheng curled his lip: "They're all just sponging off their parents, what's the difference?"

Su Muhan leaned closer and lowered her voice, "I recently did some calculations and found that fortune telling... isn't a suitable profession for long-term development."

"What?"

Su Muhan began to fabricate a story with a straight face: "Think about it, fortune telling is about the secrets of heaven, but what are these secrets of heaven? They are the arrangements of God! If we mortals try to pry into God's arrangements, aren't we just courting death? As the old saying goes, the secrets of heaven must not be revealed, or you will shorten your lifespan!"

Zhu Daheng was taken aback, and worry appeared on his fat face: "Shortening my lifespan? That's too serious! Boss, we can't risk our lives for money!"

“Exactly!” Su Muhan slapped his thigh and went downhill with the momentum. “So, I’ve decided to quit this life of crime and change careers! I’ll do something that’s legal, respectable, and makes money fast.”

Su Muhan raised her hand, looking at the ring on her finger sparkling under the light, her little face showing a hint of smugness.

"Luckily, before I left, I took my mother's ring, just in case it happens someday."

Zhu Daheng stared at the ring, so excited that he changed his way of addressing him: "Brother Han, you're so smart! You even thought of that!"

He circled Su Muhan twice, as if he were meeting this young master for the first time: "So that's why you had to go back to get something before you left. You had this planned all along. Brilliant, truly brilliant!"

Su Muhan was flattered by the praise, but still pretended to be reserved: "Alright, stop flattering me, hurry up and pack your things, let's get ready to leave."

Without hesitation, the two packed their bags overnight and headed straight to the airport.

The economy class seats were a bit cramped, but Su Muhan didn't care at all.

He leaned against the window, watching the rolling sea of ​​clouds outside, and began to imagine the wonderful life he would have as the heir.

......

When the plane landed, it was evening in Europe.

The two collected their luggage and took a taxi straight to Blom Castle.

When the taxi came to a stop in front of the massive iron gates of Blom Castle, Zhu Daheng's jaw nearly dropped to his knees.

"My God... this... how big is this? It's much more luxurious than my family's manor!"

Su Muhan scoffed: "Of course, the Bron family is a noble family that has been passed down for hundreds of years, while your family's manor is only a few years old?"

He pushed open the car door and got out, a chilly night wind hitting his face.

Zhu Daheng also came down, and the two of them stood in front of the iron gate, dragging their suitcases. Without bodyguards, the two young masters, one big and one small, looked rather shabby.

Inside the castle, Roelson, upon hearing that the young master had arrived, excitedly rode in his carriage to greet him.

"Young Master, it really is Young Master!" Roelson ran up to Su Muhan, looked him up and down, his eyes glistening with tears. "Young Master, you...you've finally come!"

Su Muhan raised an eyebrow: "Roerson, did you miss me?"

Roelson nodded vigorously, his eyes reddening, his voice trembling with excitement: "I've missed you so much, young master! This old servant has been waiting for this day for so long, fearing I might never see you again in my lifetime..."

He glanced at the suitcase behind Su Muhan, his eyes lighting up: "Young Master, has... come to your senses? Are you planning to become the heir?"

Su Muhan shook the ring on his hand. "Yes, from today onwards, I officially take over and become the new heir of the Bronn family."

Rollson clapped his hands excitedly: "Great, wonderful! If the old man in heaven knew, he would be overjoyed!"

He turned and gestured towards the castle, then shouted, "Someone, welcome the young master!"

Dozens of guards in uniform immediately jogged out of the main building, lined up in two rows on both sides of the road, and bowed in unison: "Welcome home, young master!"

"Um... wait a minute." Su Muhan raised her hand and made a "pause" gesture.

Rolsen was taken aback: "Is there anything else you need, young master?"

Su Muhan coughed and asked in a low voice, "Roerson, I need to find out first, what benefits will I get from becoming this heir?"