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

Rolsen said calmly, "This is your responsibility. You'll have to learn these things sooner or later. You can't ask me about everything."

Su Muhan glared at him and said, "Hmph, it's because you won't help me."

The following meetings were even more disastrous.

At the winery's pricing meeting at 10:30, the CFO presented a pile of data, analyzing market trends, competitor prices, cost structure... Su Muhan was completely bewildered. Finally, when asked, "What do you think the Grand Cru should be priced this year?" he blurted out, "The more expensive the better, anyway, those who can afford it aren't short of money!"

The meeting room was deathly silent; the winery manager on the other end of the video call turned green with rage.

Rolsen closed his eyes briefly and said softly, "Young Master, pricing needs to consider multiple factors such as market acceptance, brand positioning, and long-term strategy. It's not necessarily better to be more expensive."

"Why didn't you remind me just now!" Su Muhan said in a low voice, her teeth itching with anger.

“You didn’t ask me,” Rollson replied matter-of-factly.

Su Muhan: "..." He was about to be driven crazy by this old man!

During lunch, Zhu Daheng noticed Su Muhan's gloomy face and cautiously asked, "Mr. Su, is today... not going too well?"

Su Muhan gritted her teeth, "It's not just unsuccessful, that Roelson, he was all smiles at me yesterday, but today he's turned his back on me. He didn't even remind me when I made a wrong decision, he just waited to see me make a fool of myself!"

Zhu Daheng exclaimed in surprise, "Really? Grandpa Roelson seems like a nice guy..."

Su Muhan stabbed the steak with her fork, as if poking Rolsen's face, "Good my ass, he's just messing with me on purpose!"

The afternoon meetings were even more grueling.

The old men on the bank's risk assessment committee all had gray hair and sharp eyes, and they asked increasingly tricky questions.

Su Muhan couldn't even recite the script smoothly, let alone handle unexpected problems.

"Young master, what is your view on the current political risks in Eastern Europe?" asked an old man wearing gold-rimmed glasses.

It wasn't mentioned in the draft!

Su Muhan's mind went blank, and he could only stammer, "Uh... we need to be cautious about the risks?"

The old men exchanged a glance, and Su Muhan could clearly see the disappointment and doubt in their eyes.

After the meeting, Rolsen did not immediately turn off the video. Instead, he said to the other end, "Thank you all for your time. The young master has just taken over the family affairs and needs time to familiarize himself with them. Please bear with me."

As soon as the video ended, Su Muhan immediately exploded: "What do you mean? Are you saying I'm not capable enough? That I need their leniency?"

“I’m stating the facts.” Rolsen looked at him calmly. “Young Master, your performance today was indeed less than satisfactory, but that’s part of the process, and everyone needs to learn.”

Su Muhan retorted confidently, "Then why don't you help me? Aren't you the manager? Shouldn't you be assisting me?"

Rolsen: "I should assist you, but assisting is not the same as doing things for you. I can prepare materials for you, arrange schedules, and remind you of precautions, but I cannot think for you, make decisions for you, or take responsibility for you."

He said slowly, "You are the heir of this family. Everyone is watching you, expecting from you, and... testing you. If you don't even dare to make the most basic decisions, if you're unwilling to learn the most basic lessons, then..."

He didn't finish speaking, but Su Muhan understood the unspoken message: "Then you are not worthy to be the heir."

An inexplicable anger surged within me.

Su Muhan suddenly stood up: "Do you think I want to be the heir? I..."

He almost blurted out, "If I weren't short of money," but he stopped himself in time.

Rolsen turned around, his dark eyes looking at him: "Don't you want to be it?"

Su Muhan opened her mouth, then turned her back and remained silent, fuming.

Does he want to be one? Of course he does. Who wouldn't want such wealth and status? But he also doesn't want to be bound by those things, doesn't want to learn those boring things, and doesn't want to spin like a top from morning till night.

"I'm tired." In the end, he could only utter these three words before turning and leaving the study.

The atmosphere at dinner was unusually somber.

Rolsen remained respectful and polite, but Su Muhan could sense the disappointment hidden beneath that respect.

Even Zhu Daheng sensed something was wrong, so he buried his head in his food and didn't dare to speak.

After the meal, as usual, Rollin took out his study materials, but Su Muhan didn't even glance at them: "I'm not studying today, I have a headache."

"Young Master..."

"I said I have a headache!" Su Muhan raised her voice, but then felt like she was being unreasonable, so she softened her tone, "Let's study tomorrow, I'm really tired today."

Rolsen was silent for a moment, then closed the folder: "Okay, then you should get some rest."

......

For the next few days, Su Muhan's schedule remained packed, and Roelson's schedule was also full every day, from morning to night, he was spinning like a top.

Perhaps due to his boundless energy, he himself did not expect that he would persist for a whole week, during which time he served as a slave to Rollins.

The responsibility of inheriting the family business weighed heavily on his young shoulders.

By Saturday, Su Muhan was so tired that she couldn't stay awake any longer.

He buried his face in the silk pillow, trying to block out the knocking from the door. He had been so exhausted last night that he had fallen into a deep sleep without even having a dream. He felt as if he had just closed his eyes when he was woken up.

"Young Master, it's time to get up." Rolsen's voice was as gentle as ever.

Su Muhan didn't move.

"Young Master?" There was a hint of doubt in Roelson's voice. Usually, there would be some activity inside by this time.

Su Muhan turned over, buried her face in the pillow, and pretended to be dead.

The door opened, and Rollson walked in, as usual carrying that dreaded folder.

He was slightly taken aback when he saw Su Muhan still lying in bed: "Young Master?"

"I'm not getting up today," Su Muhan's muffled voice came from under the pillow. "I want to sleep."

Rolsen walked to the bedside, his tone still gentle: "Young Master, today's schedule is set. A video conference with the Asia-Pacific hotel management team at 8:00 AM, followed by 9:30 AM..."

"I won't listen! I won't listen!" Su Muhan sat up abruptly, her hair disheveled and her eyes bloodshot. "There's too much work! I'm not doing it!"

Rolsen paused, then closed the folder: "Young Master, this is what a qualified heir should do."

"Hmph, I don't care!" Su Muhan lay sprawled on the bed, acting like a spoiled child. "I'm just not doing it anymore! You've given me too much work, I'm too tired, I protest, I want to rest!"

He became more and more agitated as he spoke, kicking the bed with his legs: "Everyone else has weekends off when they work, but I have to work on Saturdays. Is this a life for humans? No way, I want a day off, I want it today!"

Rolsen remained good-natured: "Young Master, as the heir, you do not have holidays."

Su Muhan's eyes widened. "Why? Even the emperor has days off!"