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

“Really,” Rolsen said seriously, “we can leave now, but…”

He changed the subject abruptly: "There's something I need you to do."

Su Muhan curled his lip. He was too happy too soon. He knew it wouldn't be anything good. He thought it was a real vacation, but it turned out they were using the vacation as an excuse to run errands.

He reluctantly got out of bed and resignedly asked, "Okay, what kind of business is it?"

Rolsen smiled and began to explain the upcoming work arrangements.

The destination this time is the financial center of the United States, and the trip will last for a week.

This week, I have to deal with three difficult clients, attend two business meetings, and two high-end cocktail parties. There are work arrangements almost every day, but after that, I can arrange my own time.

Su Muhan muttered unhappily, "What kind of holiday is this? This is clearly a business trip!"

“Work and vacation in one go,” Rollson announced with a smile. “The private jet is ready and will take off in two hours.”

Su Muhan sighed and began packing her luggage.

Over the past month, he had long since gotten used to this rhythm, always rushing from one event to another, with something else always waiting for him.

On the plane, Zhu Daheng was very excited: "Boss, we've finally left the castle. We're going to have a blast in America this time."

"It's for work, not for play," Su Muhan said irritably, but looking at the castle getting smaller and smaller outside the window, a hint of anticipation also appeared in her heart.

After all, this was the first time he had truly stood on his own, without Rollson by his side to remind him, only him, Zhu Daheng, and a remote support team.

For the first three days after arriving in the financial center, Su Muhan was so busy that she didn't have time to rest, working non-stop from morning till night.

The fourth day, the fifth day... every day was packed with activities.

Zhu Daheng followed him around, so tired that he didn't even have the energy to complain. He could only mechanically hand over documents, take notes, and arrange the itinerary.

On the sixth night, after the last cocktail party ended, Su Muhan returned to the presidential suite of the five-star hotel where she was staying and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

All business was settled, and the tasks assigned by Rollson were exceeded.

Tomorrow is the seventh day, and finally it's time for a real holiday.

He sat on the huge sofa in the living room, looking out at the bustling night view through the floor-to-ceiling windows. The skyscrapers outside were brightly lit, like luminous monuments.

He was swirling a wine glass in his hand, though it was filled with sparkling water, but he still managed to strike a very good pose, like a domineering young CEO.

This is the first time I've felt this relaxed in days.

Zhu Daheng slumped on another sofa, looking weak and listless: "President Su, tomorrow... I can finally sleep in."

Su Muhan smiled, a rare occurrence. "Sleep until noon, then go to the best restaurant, order the most expensive dishes, and drink the best beverages."

“I agree…” Before Zhu Daheng could finish speaking, a news broadcast suddenly came on the TV in the suite.

The female anchor had a serious expression and spoke very quickly.

A glaring headline scrolled across the bottom of the screen: "Breaking News: Financial Earthquake Erupts on Wall Street."

The wine glass in Su Muhan's hand stopped in mid-air.

Zhu Daheng also sat up straight and stared wide-eyed.

The news is reporting: Within a single day, several major investment banks have reported huge losses, causing severe turmoil in the financial markets and a sharp drop in global stock index futures...

“My God…” Zhu Daheng murmured.

Just then, the phone in the suite rang.

Zhu Daheng answered the call, listened for a few minutes, and his expression changed drastically. He then said to Su Muhan, "President Su, it's our business manager here calling. He said... all our investments and businesses in the financial center have been affected. The specific losses are still being assessed, but the preliminary estimate is... not small."

Su Muhan was slightly taken aback.

He had just finished all his business and was getting ready to go out and cause a ruckus when this happened? And it was a global financial earthquake?

wrong.

Su Muhan's first reaction was that something was wrong.

There must be some conspiracy involved, otherwise, what a coincidence that something happened just when he was about to relax.

He immediately got up, picked up his phone, and dialed Rolsen's number.

It rang five times before they finally answered.

“Young Master.” Rolsen’s voice was as calm as ever.

Su Muhan cut to the chase: "Roerson, have you seen the news? Something happened here, and our business has been affected. What exactly happened? Is there some kind of conspiracy?"

There was a few seconds of silence on the other end of the phone, then Rolsen said, "I see, this isn't a conspiracy."

"Not a conspiracy? Then what is it? A coincidence?"

Rolsen’s voice was steady. “It is an inevitable part of the financial cycle. This crisis had signs three months ago. Several economic advisors and I have been paying attention to it. The reason we sent you to handle these matters was to help the Bloom family avoid risks. The businesses of those third-party companies are relatively counter-cyclical. You secured the cooperation in advance and avoided the main risks.”

Su Muhan was stunned.

Rolsen continued, "In fact, young master, you have done it, and done it very well. The three collaborations you have secured will reduce the family's losses by at least 30% during this crisis. What you need to do next is to extricate yourself perfectly from this financial earthquake."