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

As soon as Su Sinian left the safe house, her cell phone vibrated in her pocket.

He took out his phone, and when he saw the caller ID, his eyes immediately curved into crescents, revealing two small tiger teeth.

"Hello, Grandpa Lu." He answered the phone, his voice as sweet as honey, "Why did you decide to call me?"

The person on the other end of the phone was Mr. Lu Zhengyang, Su Sinian's mentor. He is also a highly respected senior artist in the international music world, an internationally renowned pianist, composer, and music educator, who is now of retirement age.

Su Sinian was his only chief disciple.

Lu Zhengyang's voice was strong and full of affection, with a hint of amusement: "Little Niannian, you asked Grandpa for leave. Haven't you finished things over there yet? When are you coming to see Grandpa?"

Su Sinian: "Grandpa Lu, I just finished my work. Please wait here, I'll be right there to come find you. Oh, by the way, I have a new idea I'd like to share with you."

"Hahaha, good, good!" Mr. Lu laughed heartily on the other end of the phone. "Little Niannian, Grandpa recently acquired something wonderful—the original manuscript of your favorite composer. I'm just waiting for you to come and study it together!"

"Really?" Su Sinian's eyes lit up instantly. "I'll be there right away, as fast as I can!"

After hanging up the phone, Su Sinian turned to instruct the bodyguard captain to take good care of Sanbao, and then set off for Grandpa Lu's place.

Back when Su Sinian first left home, things didn't go very smoothly.

After becoming a well-known young painter with one of his paintings, he thought about trying his hand at music, since his dream was to become a superstar a hundred times more amazing than his fourth uncle.

He even boasted to his brothers, "When I become a big star and hold a world tour, I'll treat you all to the front row!"

The mission ended in failure.

He met a Mr. Wang who claimed to be a "talent scout".

When Mr. Wang first "bumped into" Su Sinian at the coffee shop, his eyes lit up. "Young man, I think you have great potential. Looks, temperament, and you can play the piano and paint. You're simply born for the entertainment industry!"

When Su Sinian heard this, he raised his eyebrows with a smug and confident air: "Hmm, you have good taste. I am a child star."

At that time, Mr. Wang and Su Sinian hit it off immediately. The two chatted for several hours. Mr. Wang praised Su Sinian so much that he was so flattered that he lost track of time and agreed to partner with him and hire Mr. Wang as his agent.

Mr. Wang patted his chest and guaranteed, "I've been in this industry for twenty years and have made more than a dozen stars famous. Trust me, sign with my company, and I guarantee you'll be famous throughout the country within six months—no, I guarantee you'll become an international superstar!"

He took out his phone and showed Su Sinian photos of those "success stories," which were indeed of somewhat famous celebrities.

Su Sinian glanced at it, while also remaining somewhat wary.

Although he was young, he knew that the outside world was complicated and that he should not easily trust strangers, especially those who offered to help him.

For the next week, Mr. Wang brought new "good news" almost every day.

For example, an advertiser might be looking for a spokesperson and I think you'd be perfect. Or a music producer might listen to your demo and be very interested...

Su Sinian wondered, could Mr. Wang really be his mentor?

Until that day, Mr. Wang took him to meet the investors.

It was a very impressive company, with luxurious decor and busy employees.

Mr. Wang led him into a conference room where several middle-aged men in suits, who looked very sophisticated, were sitting.

"Gentlemen, this is Su Sinian, whom I've mentioned to you," Mr. Wang introduced. "A prodigy, a future superstar!"

One of the bosses looked Su Sinian up and down and nodded: "The terms are indeed good. Director Wang, is the contract ready?"

"Ready, ready!" Mr. Wang took out a thick contract from his briefcase. "Xiao Nian, take a look. This is a standard artist contract. Sign it, and you'll be an official artist with our company!"

Su Sinian took the contract and began to look through it.

The first few clauses seemed normal, but as he flipped to the back, his brows began to furrow.

He pointed to one of them and said, "Here... why do I have to prepay 50 million for training and packaging fees? Wasn't it said that the company would cover all the costs?"

Mr. Wang's expression changed slightly, but he quickly regained his smile: "Oh, this is industry practice. Think about it, the company needs to hire the best vocal coach, dance teacher, image consultant for you, take promotional photos, make promotional videos, and buy promotional resources... all of these cost money! Once you become famous and make money, all these investments will be recouped!"

Another boss said, "Young man, if you want to succeed, you have to make some investment, right?"

Su Sinian's eyes darted around; he didn't believe their nonsense.

If someone asks you to pay money upfront before discussing cooperation, they are 99% a scammer.