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

Breakfast took forty minutes, and then Rollson spoke for forty minutes.

After finishing the last sip of coffee, Su Muhan's mind was filled with all sorts of data, and she felt like her head was about to explode.

“Next, let’s go to the study.” Rolsen closed the folder. “The morning meeting will be held there. I’ve already notified the heads of each business unit, and they will give you a detailed report via video conference starting at eight o’clock.”

Since it was the young master's first day at work and he knew nothing about the family business, there was a lot to learn, so Roelson could only make the most of every minute.

Su Muhan was stunned. "We need a video conference?"

Listening to Rolsen chanting is enough; do we really need to listen to a whole group of people chanting?

“That’s right, that’s also part of today’s itinerary.” Rolsen smiled. “What you need to understand is how the entire family empire operates. This requires explanations from experts in various fields. We have four presentations scheduled for this morning, each lasting one hour, with a ten-minute break in between.”

Four sessions? One session per hour? That means... four hours?

Su Muhan's vision went black.

Zhu Daheng whispered to Su, "President Su, I suddenly feel... being a fortune teller is pretty good."

"Shut up," Su Muhan gritted her teeth.

The next four hours were the longest four hours of Su Muhan's life.

He sat behind the huge mahogany desk in the study, with three large monitors in front of him.

Various middle-aged men in suits appeared on the screen in turn: hotel group CEO, winery chief winemaker, bank president, airline operations director...

Everyone would use extremely professional terminology to report to him about the business they were responsible for.

Su Muhan was completely confused and could only nod frantically, occasionally humming in agreement to be listening.

Rolsen stood behind him, occasionally whispering background information or reminding him to pay attention when key data appeared.

By the time of the third presentation, Su Muhan had already begun to drift off into her own thoughts.

He stared at the old man on the screen explaining the "mining investment risk assessment model," but what he was thinking was: If this old man went to tell fortunes, he definitely wouldn't earn as much as I do...

"Young Master?" Roelson gently touched his shoulder.

Su Muhan suddenly snapped out of her daze: "Huh? Where were we?"

On the screen, the mining investment director's expression was somewhat subtle.

"We were just talking about how our diamond mining permits in Africa are about to expire and need to be renewed," Rolsen said in a low voice.

"Oh, okay, renew the contract, please." Su Muhan nodded quickly.

Finally, noon arrived, and the last presentation ended.

Su Muhan felt as if her soul had been ripped out, and she slumped motionless in the large armchair.

"Young Master, it's lunchtime." Rolsen glanced at his pocket watch. "You have an hour to rest. We'll be heading to the family headquarters at 1:30 this afternoon."

"We still have to go to headquarters?" Su Muhan's expression was not good.

“Yes,” Rolsen smiled. “This afternoon is a site visit. You will need to see firsthand how the family business actually operates and meet with the senior management team.”

Su Muhan felt like she wanted to die, and even felt like she was a spinning top being whipped by Roelson.

Lunch was served in another dining room in the castle, which was much larger than the breakfast room.

Lunch was even more lavish and plentiful, but Su Muhan lost her appetite at the thought of the work ahead.

Zhu Daheng, on the other hand, ate with great relish, muttering between bites, "President Su, this foie gras is really good... Hey, would you like to try that truffle pasta?"

Su Muhan rolled her eyes at him: "Eat, eat, all you ever think about is eating. Do you know what I went through this morning?"

"I know," Zhu Daheng said, his mouth full of food. "It's just a meeting, I almost fell asleep listening to it."

"You can still sleep?" Su Muhan's eyes turned red with jealousy.

Zhu Daheng shrugged. "Otherwise what? I don't understand it anyway. Although I'm your secretary, I only do errands and odd jobs."

Su Muhan: "..."

He rolled his eyes and threatened, "Tycoon, I value ability. You can't just eat and do nothing. If you don't do a good job, I'll replace you with a different secretary. Anyway, there are plenty of people who want to be my chief secretary. Those with high ability will be rewarded, and those who can share my burdens will stay."

Anyway, he can't be the only one working hard; Zhu Daheng should also learn so that he can help share the burden in the future.

That's what it means to share happiness and hardship together.

Zhu Daheng dropped the pasta he was eating onto the table, his face filled with utter despair.

After lunch, Rollson gave them half an hour to digest.

Su Muhan wanted to go back to his room to lie down for a while, but Roelson gently stopped him: "Young Master, I suggest you take a walk to keep yourself awake. You need plenty of energy for the afternoon's itinerary."

So the two were forced to take a walk in the castle gardens for a while.

At 1:30 p.m., a black limousine pulled up in front of the castle right on time.

Su Muhan and Zhu Daheng got into the car, with Rollson following closely behind.

Half an hour later, they stopped in front of a skyscraper.

“This is the family headquarters.” Rolsen got out of the car and opened the door for Su Muhan. “The headquarters building has eighty-eight floors and houses the management teams of the main industries and some business departments. This afternoon, we will visit the core floors and meet with the senior management team.”

Su Muhan looked up at the towering building that seemed to reach into the clouds, and her legs felt a little weak.

For the next three hours, he was like a spinning top, being led around to different floors by Rollson—the investment department, the finance department, the legal department, the strategic planning department…

The head of each department will personally greet him and introduce the department's functions and recent work with the utmost respect.

Then came a formal succession meeting, held in a conference room that could hold two hundred people, filled with executives in suits.

Su Muhan was invited to the stage. After a brief introduction by Rollins, he was required to say a few words.

What should I say? His mind went blank.

"Uh... hello everyone." He cleared his throat into the microphone. "I'm Su Muhan. It's nice to see you all. I will study hard and strive to be a good successor. Let's work together to make our business bigger and stronger, and create new glories!"

Polite applause rang out from the audience.

Su Muhan noticed that many people were exchanging glances, and some of them had undisguised suspicion on their faces.

Indeed, who would easily trust a young master who suddenly appears out of nowhere and seems so immature?

When we returned to the castle after the tour, it was already 7 p.m.

Su Muhan was so tired that she didn't even have the strength to speak. All she wanted to do was finish her meal and go back to sleep.

Dinner was held in the castle’s main dining room and was more formal than lunch.

Halfway through dinner, Rollson pulled out that familiar folder again.

"Young master, we have another task after dinner."

Su Muhan's fork clattered onto the plate: "There...there's more?"