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

Rolsen patiently explained, "Because this is your responsibility. Besides, you have just taken over the family business, so there is indeed a lot of work to do and a lot of business to understand. Once you are fully familiar with these businesses, things may become easier, and you can take a break then."

Su Muhan turned her back to Rolsen, her backside facing him, and continued to whine, "No, no, I can't wait any longer. I need to take a day off today. I don't even know if I'll be able to wait until then. All I know is that if I keep working like this, I'll be exhausted!"

As he spoke, he actually became a little aggrieved, and his eyes reddened: "When I wasn't the heir, I could sleep in as late as I wanted, eat whatever I wanted, and go out to play whenever I wanted. But now? I have to get up at six in the morning, listen to reports before I can even eat a meal, memorize a speech before a meeting, and think for ages before I can even sign a document... I can't live like this anymore!"

Rolsen looked at him silently for a long time before sighing.

He walked to the opposite side of Su Muhan and bent down.

"Young Master, do you know how the Master lived when he was young?"

Su Muhan turned her face away: "How should I know?"

"When the old man officially took over the family business at the age of fourteen, he only slept four hours a day, got up at four in the morning, processed documents until six, then exercised, started his workday after breakfast, and could only rest at ten at night. Before going to bed, he would read reports from various industries," said Roelson.

Su Muhan was stunned for a moment, but still protested, "That, that's him..."

Rolsen shook his head gently. "Everyone has the right to choose their own life, but young master, you chose to come back and inherit this family, so there are some things you must bear."

Su Muhan didn't speak.

Rolsen added, "If you feel tired, you can give up, but you need to think carefully about whether you will regret it after giving up."

Su Muhan remained silent.

Rolsen reached out and gently patted Su Muhan's back, comforting him, "Young Master, you don't have to make a decision now. You can think about it slowly and learn slowly. If one day you really feel that you can't bear it, or don't want to bear it anymore... tell me, and I won't blame you."

Su Muhan looked up in shock: "You...you're not forcing me?"

Rolsen smiled and shook his head: "A forced successor cannot carry this family. What I need is someone who is truly willing and capable of leading this family into the future. If it is not you, then I will have to find another successor."

Su Muhan's heart tightened.

What, a change of heir?

That won't work.

If even Rollins won't take him in, then he'll have to go back to living on the streets, without even the chance to rely on his parents.

He muttered under his breath, "Hmph, I never said I wouldn't do it, I was just venting..."

Rolsen smiled but didn't say anything.

"Is today's work really that important?" After a long pause, Su Muhan finally managed to utter this question.

"Every job is important, but if you really need a break... I can adjust the schedule and postpone this morning's meeting to tomorrow," Roerson said.

Su Muhan's eyes lit up: "Really?"

“Really.” Rolsen stood up, then changed the subject: “But young master, you have to understand that the work you owe today will have to be made up tomorrow, and there’s already work to do tomorrow, so it might be even more tiring.”

Su Muhan's newly raised hope was shattered again. He slumped his shoulders, like a deflated balloon.

"Well... I guess I'll just forget about it then," he said dejectedly. "I'll have to do it sooner or later anyway."

A hint of a smile flashed in Roelson's eyes: "So you've decided to continue with today's work?"

Su Muhan nodded listlessly, got out of bed, and swayed towards the bathroom: "Let me wash my face... to wake myself up."

When he finished washing up and came out, Rolsen was still waiting respectfully in the room.

Su Muhan sighed and began to change her clothes.

He changed into a dark gray plaid suit and tied his tie in front of the mirror.

After more than a week of practice, he can now tie a Windsor knot that looks quite decent.

After tidying herself up, Su Muhan resignedly walked out. On her way to breakfast, she asked Rollin, "Rollin, do you think my great-grandfather really only slept four hours a day when he was young?"

Rolsen replied, "Yes, young master, the master was full of energy back then and often worked late into the night."

Su Muhan frowned. "How can he stand it? One or two days is fine, but doing this year after year, wouldn't he be exhausted to death?"

“The master often says that the greater the responsibility, the less rest one gets.” When they arrived at the restaurant, Rollson handed him the folder of today’s schedule. “This is a tradition that the Bronn family has maintained for hundreds of years.”

Su Muhan took the folder, flipped through a couple of pages, and frowned as he looked at the densely packed schedule: "So all of this... was done like this by my great-grandfather before?"

Rolsen paused for a moment, then chuckled: "Yes, when the master was young, he had much more work than you do now. At that time, the family business was in the expansion phase, and there were new projects to approve, new investments to evaluate, and new problems to solve every day. The master was often busy from four in the morning until midnight."

Su Muhan couldn't help but sigh, "He must be working really hard."

“It is hard work,” Rolsen said, “but with the old servant’s help, Master can have an easier time, so… it’s not too bad.”

Upon hearing this, Su Muhan's eyes lit up: "Then you can continue to help me?"

Rolsen was taken aback: "Young Master means..."

"These are the tasks," Su Muhan said, pointing to the folder. "You do them for me, and I just need to sign them. You used to do these for my great-grandfather, so it's the same thing, isn't it?"

He spoke with such confidence that he even thought his idea was brilliant, since there was readily available manpower, so why not use it?

But Rollson remained silent.

The old man's usually gentle eyes now seemed somewhat complicated.

After a long silence, he finally spoke, "Young Master, this old servant is naturally willing to help you. It is my honor to be able to share your burdens."

Su Muhan's eyes brightened even more.

But Roelson interrupted his fantasy, "But young master, this old servant is old, over eighty years old, and who knows when... I might be gone."

Su Muhan's smile froze on her face.

Rolsen continued, "There are some things that will have to be handed over to you sooner or later. If you don't learn, practice, and take responsibility now, what will you do when this old servant is gone?"

Su Muhan opened his mouth, wanting to say, "You won't be gone," but that was too childish, and he couldn't bring himself to say it.

Looking at the elderly man in his eighties, he realized for the first time that people grow old and eventually pass away.

Rolsen couldn't always be by his side, couldn't always handle everything for him, couldn't always gently remind him when he made a mistake, or always provide guidance when he was confused.

One day, he will have to face all of this alone.