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

"Yes."

Rolsen opened the folder. "Today we learned about the current state of the family business. Tonight we need to learn about the family's history and traditions, which is essential knowledge for the heirs."

He paused, then added, "This learning session will continue until 9 p.m. After that, you are free to arrange your own time."

Su Muhan looked at the night outside the window, feeling like crying but unable to shed a tear.

Free time? After nine o'clock? He's so tired he just wants to sleep right now!

With Rolsen chanting in his ear, the food in his mouth lost its flavor. He mechanically stuffed food into his mouth, his mind already plotting how to make an excuse to leave in a few days. As for the heir... let whoever wants to be it be it!

After dinner, he was taken to the castle library.

This room is even bigger than the study, with bookshelves on all four walls from floor to ceiling, filled with ancient books and documents.

In the center of the room was a large table, on which several thick books with leather covers were already laid out.

“This is the family chronicle,” Rollson said, pointing to the thickest volume. “It records important family events and the lives of successive heirs from the 13th century to the present.”

Su Muhan looked at the book, which was so thick it could be used as a weapon, and then everything went black again.

Rolsen turned the pages of the book. "Tonight we'll start with modern history, from your great-great-grandfather, that is, the master's father..."

As the night deepened outside the window, the castle's clock tower struck eight o'clock.

In the library, Rollins' steady narration and Su Muhan's suppressed yawns rang out alternately.

Zhu Daheng had already fallen asleep in his chair, emitting soft snores.

Su Muhan forced his eyelids open, staring at the yellowed words on the pages, only one thought in his mind:

This heir... is no human being.

He now misses the days when he was a fortune teller, when he was free and could sleep in as late as he wanted, say whatever he wanted, and listen to all sorts of interesting stories.

Instead of being scheduled from morning till night like this, learning a bunch of management knowledge and meeting a group of people I might forget tomorrow.

When the clock finally struck nine, Rollson closed his book.

"That concludes today's lesson." He smiled as always. "Young Master, you've worked hard. I'll wake you up at six o'clock sharp tomorrow."

After hearing this, Su Muhan practically fled the library.

Back in his room, he didn't even want to take a shower, and simply collapsed onto the huge four-poster bed.

The silk sheets were soft and comfortable, but he was too tired to even enjoy them.

Su Muhan closed her eyes, finally intending to get a good night's sleep, but her mind began to replay the various numbers and technical terms she had heard that day...

He suddenly remembered the vow he made when he left home: to make a name for himself and return home in glory.

Are we really going to give up halfway and make an excuse to run away now?

he does not know.

All he knew was that if things continued like this for a few more days, he might become the first heir to die from exhaustion while inheriting the family fortune.

"Never mind, I'll talk about it tomorrow. I'm going to sleep now..." he muttered, and soon drifted off to sleep again.

My dreams are no longer filled with mountains of gold and delicious food.

Instead, it was that thick family chronicle, and the yellowed text on its pages that carried hundreds of years of history.

And the last words Rolsen said today: "Young Master, this family is the result of the hard work of your ancestors for hundreds of years. We have waited a long time for you to return. Please... cherish it."

What should we cherish?

Su Muhan frowned in her dream.

......

The next day at the breakfast table, as usual, Rollin handed over a document while reporting on the schedule.

"Stop, stop, stop!" Su Muhan interrupted Roelson's incessant chatter, rubbing her temples with a headache. "Why is it even fuller than yesterday?"

Rolsen: "Yesterday was about understanding the basics, today is about actually participating in decision-making. As the successor, you need to get into the role as soon as possible."

Su Muhan took a bite of the delicious breakfast with a look of utter despair, feeling as if she were chewing wax.

Even more terrifying things are yet to come.

After breakfast, Rollson handed him a folder: "This is the outline of what you need to say in all the meetings today, as well as the questions you might be asked and the standard answers. Please memorize it before the meetings begin."

"What, we have to memorize a script?"

Su Muhan opened the folder, which was filled with densely packed text.

“Yes.” Rolsen nodded. “In formal settings, every word you say represents the dignity and face of the Bronn family. You cannot say the wrong thing, be impolite, or show any unfamiliarity with the business.”

Su Muhan frowned slightly as she looked at the dozens of pages of manuscript.

On the second day alone, he already felt physically and mentally exhausted.

The first video conference began at 8:00 AM.

On the other side of the screen are five stylish designers, with a 3D design of a luxury hotel in the background.

"Young Master, please give your opening remarks first," Rollson whispered a reminder from the side.

Su Muhan took a deep breath and read from her prepared statement: "Good morning, everyone. Thank you for taking time out of your busy schedules to attend this meeting. I am very concerned about the progress of the Milan Hotel renovation project..."

He read it haltingly, and almost bit his tongue several times.

The designers on the other side of the screen had subtle expressions, but they all maintained polite smiles.

After introducing the design plan, the lead designer asked, "Mr. Su, do you have any opinions on the color scheme for the guest rooms? We have provided three options: classic warm brown, modern gray and white, and ochre tones in the traditional Italian style."

Su Muhan was taken aback; this wasn't mentioned in the manuscript.

He looked to Rolsen for help, but Rolsen simply shook his head slightly, indicating that he could decide for himself.

“Uh…” Su Muhan stared at the renderings of the three color schemes on the screen, his mind blank. How would he know anything about color schemes?

How about we do a divination?

He forced a smile and said, "I think... everything's fine?"

An awkward silence fell over the meeting room.

On the other side of the screen, the designers' expressions became even more subtle.

Rolsen coughed lightly and said in a low voice, "Young Master, you need to give clear advice. This is your project."

Su Muhan gritted her teeth and pointed to the picture in the middle: "This one, modern gray and white."

"Are you sure?" the lead designer asked. "While this design is stylish, it might lack a sense of warmth, especially for a hotel converted from a historic building..."

Su Muhan waved his hand, "I'm sure, this is it!"

After the meeting, Roelson turned off the video and turned to Su Muhan: "Young Master, your decision just now..."

"What's wrong? Didn't you expect me to make the decision?" Su Muhan said irritably.

“The decision itself is not the problem.” Rolsen paused, “but you did not provide reasons or consult the team’s professional opinions. Such a decision-making process makes people question your judgment.”

Su Muhan was furious: "Then why didn't you help me just now?"