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

The question was blunt, but instead of getting angry, Rollson chuckled and said, "Yes, of course! Young Master, just tell me what you want. All the good things in the world can be delivered to you as soon as you give the order."

He started counting on his fingers: "What would you like to eat? Truffles flown in from France? Tuna from a Japanese auction? Or a century-old vintage from our own winery? What would you like to eat? A bespoke Italian suit? A custom-made Swiss watch? Or porcelain supplied to the British Royal Family?"

Su Muhan's eyes widened as she listened.

Zhu Daheng was swallowing hard beside him.

Rolsen added at the end, "Moreover, the monthly dividends from the family business alone are more than you can spend!"

"Hehe..." Su Muhan couldn't help but laugh out loud.

He quickly composed himself, but the corners of his mouth still turned up. "That's good, that's good."

Zhu Daheng chuckled along, leaned closer, and whispered in his ear, "Brother Han, I'll live a life of luxury with you in my next life."

Su Muhan glared at him: "Look at your pathetic self!"

Zhu Daheng immediately stopped acting like he didn't care about the money.

The two followed Rolsen into the main building of the castle.

"The young master's room is ready; it's the best suite in the castle," Roelson said as he led the way. "And this is..."

He looked at Zhu Daheng.

“This is my little brother, Zhu Daheng,” Su Muhan introduced. “Come with me… well, from now on he’ll be my personal secretary.”

"Hello, Secretary Zhu." Rollson bowed respectfully. "Your room will be next to the young master's."

Zhu Daheng was flattered and waved his hands repeatedly, saying, "No need, no need, just call me Daheng..."

Su Muhan glanced at the gold chain around Zhu Daheng's neck and suddenly frowned: "Daheng, there's something wrong with your style."

"What's the problem?" Zhu Daheng didn't understand.

Su Muhan pondered, "Since you'll be my secretary from now on, you represent my reputation. You need to be composed, proper, and..."

He thought for a moment and added, "It has to look like someone who's seen the world!"

Zhu Daheng thought about it and realized that made sense.

"So what do I do?"

Su Muhan glanced at him again and said, "First of all, we have to put away this gold chain. It's too nouveau riche-ish. We need to be low-key, luxurious, and sophisticated."

Zhu Daheng hesitated for a moment, but for the sake of his young master's reputation, he reluctantly took off the gold chain. "Alright, whatever you say. I'll change my style right away and make sure it looks understated, luxurious, and sophisticated."

Su Muhan nodded. That's more like it.

Rolsen watched from the sidelines, laughing uncontrollably.

......

After finishing the report, Su Muhan planned to enjoy the life of an heir, but she never expected that being an heir would be so difficult.

The first day of being the heir.

Before six o'clock in the morning, Su Muhan was still having a sweet dream on his four-poster bed. In his dream, he was sitting on a mountain of gold, directing a group of servants to bring him delicacies from all over the world, when he was suddenly awakened by a knock on the door.

Rolsen's voice came from outside the door: "Young Master, it's time to get up."

Su Muhan groggily turned over, covered her head with the silk pillow, and mumbled, "Don't make a sound... let me sleep a little longer..."

“Young Master, according to family rules, the heir must get up and wash before six o’clock. Today is your first day officially taking office, and your schedule is very full.” Rolsen’s voice pierced through everything.

Su Muhan suddenly opened her eyes, staring at the intricate carvings on the ceiling, her mind slowly beginning to work.

Heir?

Oh, right... he's now the heir to the Bronn family.

While he was thinking, Rollson had already pushed the door open and entered.

The curtains were drawn back, and sunlight streamed in through the tall windows.

Behind them, two servants pushed in a coat rack with a complete set of British-style suits hanging on it: a dark gray pinstripe three-piece suit, a white shirt, a dark blue tie, and a pair of shiny Oxford shoes.

Rolsen took off the clothes one by one and neatly arranged them on the bench at the foot of the bed. "Young master, this is your morning attire. Your toiletries are ready, and hot water is prepared. You have twenty minutes."

twenty minutes?

Su Muhan wanted to bargain, but seeing Roelson's unquestionable expression, she swallowed her words.

He slowly climbed out of bed and went into the bathroom.

The marble bathtub was already filled with warm water, and a full set of toiletries was neatly arranged on the washstand, even the toothpaste was squeezed out.

"The service is quite good..." he muttered to himself as he began to wash up.

When he came out of the bathroom, Rolsen was still waiting there, holding a folder in his hand.

"After you change your clothes, young master, we will go directly to the restaurant. During breakfast, I will report to you on today's schedule and the first task."

While clumsily tying his tie, Su Muhan asked, "First job? What kind of job?"

“Understand the family business.” Rollson opened the folder. “The Bron family’s businesses include: a chain of hotels in seven European countries, three century-old wineries, a private bank, two airlines, and real estate and mining investments across five continents. This morning, we need to get a preliminary understanding of the asset size, management structure, and recent operations of these businesses.”

Su Muhan's hand trembled, and his tie became a knotted mess.

"so much?"

“This is only part of it,” Rolsen said with a smile. “There are other investments and cultural industries that we’ll learn about later.”

Su Muhan: "..."

When he finally managed to squeeze himself into the suit and walked out of the room, Zhu Daheng next door was also woken up.

Zhu Daheng was also dressed in a gentleman's suit, his hair was neatly combed, but his face was full of "Who am I? Where am I? I want to sleep."

Zhu Daheng said with a long face, "Boss, what time is it...?"

"Don't panic, our good fortune is yet to come," Su Muhan reassured herself.

The two followed Rolsen through the long corridor, down the stairs, and into the breakfast room in the west wing of the castle.

Just as Rollins had promised, the breakfast was extremely luxurious.

Just as Su Muhan sat down to enjoy his meal, Roelson placed a thick folder next to him.

"Young Master, let's begin now."

Rolsen turned to the first page. "First, the hotel group: we own forty-three five-star hotels in seven European countries, fifteen of which are converted from historic buildings..."

He spoke at a steady pace and enunciated clearly, but Su Muhan felt as if the numbers and technical terms were buzzing in her ears like bees.

As he stuffed food into his mouth, he listened to Rollins talk about concepts such as "return on assets," "management fee structure," and "brand valuation."