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

He lowered his head and asked, "Can I learn slower?"

Rolsen smiled: "Of course you can. No one is asking you to master everything immediately. It took the old master several years to become fully familiar with the family affairs."

Su Muhan thought for a moment, then asked, "Then can you live a few more years? Live to a hundred years old, no, a hundred and twenty!"

Rolsen chuckled: "Young master, life and death are predestined, and this is not something this old servant can decide."

Su Muhan put down her fork and looked at him seriously: "Roerson, I hope you live to be a hundred years old. This family can't do without you."

Rolsen gave an awkward smile.

......

Following this conversation, Su Muhan's attitude underwent a subtle change in the following days.

He still wants to stay in bed when he is woken up in the morning, still gets a headache when faced with complex decisions, and still yawns when memorizing those boring documents.

But he stopped complaining, stopped shirking his responsibilities, and stopped thinking about "leaving after finishing these few days."

He began to truly learn, ask questions, and try to understand.

During a meeting one morning, when the CFO reported on the risk assessment of an investment project, Su Muhan no longer just nodded, but asked, "How was this risk coefficient calculated? Were the possibility of policy changes considered?"

On the other end of the video call, the CFO looked surprised.

During his afternoon tour of the family's art foundation, he no longer just glanced at the exhibits, but carefully examined them, listened to the explanations, and even asked, "What are our criteria for supporting young artists? How do we determine who has potential?"

When studying family history in the evening, he no longer just went through the motions, but would take the initiative to ask questions: "Why did my great-great-grandfather decide to invest in the railway? At that time, many people thought that the railway was a money-losing business."

Rolsen noticed his changes, and although he didn't say anything, the satisfaction in his eyes grew clearer each day.

After finishing his work that night, Rolsen went back to his room to rest, while Su Muhan and Zhu Daheng took a walk in the castle garden.

Zhu Daheng suddenly said, "Boss, I think you've changed."

"What has changed?" Su Muhan asked.

"I can't quite put my finger on it," Zhu Daheng scratched his head. "It's just... you seem more serious than before. When you used to tell fortunes, you were serious, but it always felt like you were just playing around. Now... it feels like you're really doing something."

Su Muhan didn't speak. He looked up at the starry sky and remembered what Rolsen had said: "Who knows, it might be gone one day."

He said softly, "Tycoon, what do you think... would happen if we just stayed here?"

Zhu Daheng was taken aback: "Stay here forever? What do you mean? You're going to work here for the rest of your life?"

Su Muhan smiled but did not answer. A lifetime was too long; he would not agree and could not guarantee it.

He patted Zhu Daheng on the shoulder: "Let's go back to sleep, we have to get up early tomorrow."

"Getting up early again..." Zhu Daheng wailed, "Boss, can you talk to Rollson and let us sleep a little longer?"

Su Muhan said resolutely, "No, our future path is long and arduous. Moreover, I am now the rightful heir of the Bronn family, and I must shoulder the responsibilities of an heir."

He said this as if it were a matter of course, as if he were truly a member of the family.

And in fact, he did start to think that way.

Back in his room, Su Muhan didn't go to sleep immediately. Instead, he took out the meeting materials from today and reviewed them again.

He marked some parts he didn't understand, intending to ask Rollson about them the next day.

Su Muhan originally only intended to browse casually, but as she looked, she got engrossed in it.

Those originally dry numbers and terms become vivid in specific cases.

He saw the rise and fall of a company, the trends of an industry, and the logic and risks behind the decisions.

By the time he realized what was happening, it was already 1 a.m.

He spent three hours reading through the entire document, which was dozens of pages long.

Although there are still many things he doesn't understand, at least he has a basic understanding of what will be discussed tomorrow.

With the desk lamp turned off, Su Muhan opened her eyes in the darkness.

He suddenly understood why Rollson "didn't help him".

Because some paths must be walked alone.

Some courses must be learned on your own.

Some responsibilities must be borne by oneself.

It wasn't that Rolsen wasn't helping him; rather, he was using the harshest methods to force him to grow.

“Heir…” Su Muhan murmured these three words, feeling their weight for the first time.

......

A month passed quickly.

After this period of training, Su Muhan has learned a lot, and Roelsen is very gratified to see the young master grow up day by day.

A month ago, he was a kid who would plead for rest and look worried when faced with complicated reports.

Now, however, he can handle multi-million dollar mergers and acquisitions with ease, negotiate with experienced professional managers at the negotiating table, and offer insightful opinions at family meetings.

The speed of its growth is astonishing.

Zhu Daheng's male secretary has also visibly lost weight.

Her once round double chin now has a clear outline, her belly fat has decreased significantly, and even her custom-made suit is a bit loose.

Su Muhan was busy, and Zhu Daheng was also exhausted. Sometimes he would complain, "Boss, tell me how many pounds I've lost in the past month?"

Su Muhan looked him up and down: "You weigh at least twenty pounds. If your father saw you like this, he definitely wouldn't recognize you."

"I really thought I was here to enjoy a life of luxury..." Zhu Daheng said with a mournful face, "But what happened? From morning till night, it's either meetings or accounting, either inspections or training... This is simply inhuman work!"

He sighed, "No wonder emperors used to die young. This workload is too much even for an iron man!"

Su Muhan shook his head and said in the official tone he had learned over the past month, "Comrade Zhu Daheng, you need to correct your attitude. In the past month, you have not only learned a lot of knowledge, but you can even talk about wine tasting in a reasonable way. What is this? This is a qualitative leap!"

He stood up, tiptoed, and patted Zhu Daheng on the shoulder. "Hang in there a little longer. When you go back next time, your father will thank me. His son, who knows nothing but how to spend money, can now manage assets. Maybe he'll be so happy that he'll retire and hand over the pig farm to you."

Zhu Daheng: "..."

He opened his mouth, wanting to refute, but found himself speechless.

Because what Su Muhan said... seems to make some sense?

Although he was exhausted like a dog during that month, he did learn a lot of things he had never thought of before.

Perhaps because his performance was too good, that morning, Rollson didn't bring any documents; instead, he came in empty-handed.

As soon as Su Muhan woke up, he heard Rolsen's voice: "Young Master, haven't you always wanted a vacation? Now you have a chance to go on vacation."

Su Muhan jumped out of bed, her eyes shining, and exclaimed with delight, "Really? How many days off? Where are you going on vacation? When are you leaving? I can go right now."