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

Su Sinian put down the contract, stood up, and said, "I need to think about it some more. I'll take the contract back and review it. I'll give you an answer tomorrow."

Mr. Wang exchanged a glance with the other business owners, his tone hardening: "Xiao Nian, the opportunity is right in front of you. If you miss it, it'll be gone. How about this, you sign it today, and we can pay in installments or deduct the fee from your future salary..."

"No need." Su Sinian had already determined it was a scam and turned to leave.

"Stop right there!" A boss suddenly stood up, his eyes turning fierce. "Do you think this is a place you can come and go as you please?"

The conference room door was pushed open, and two burly men blocked the entrance.

Su Sinian remained calm. He looked at everyone and said, "Before I came in, I sent my bodyguards my location. If I didn't get out safely in fifteen minutes, they would come in and notify my family. Now... exactly fifteen minutes have passed."

As soon as he finished speaking, Su Sinian's bodyguards burst through the door, each one aggressive and easily knocking down the two burly men at the entrance.

He had arranged for bodyguards to be waiting in secret before he came in, just in case something unexpected happened. As it turned out, he was very prescient.

Upon seeing this, Mr. Wang and the others' expressions changed instantly.

Su Sinian continued, "My father is the chairman of the Bo Group, my eldest brother is a key researcher protected by the international military, my second brother... well, let's not talk about that. In short, if you dare to lay a finger on me, I guarantee you will regret it."

Upon hearing this, Mr. Wang and the others panicked completely.

Finally, Mr. Wang forced a smile: "It's a misunderstanding, all a misunderstanding... Xiaonian, if you don't want to sign, you don't have to, why be so serious..."

Su Sinian ignored them and walked straight out of the conference room, leaving the group of bodyguards to give the fraudsters inside a good beating.

After this incident, Su Sinian had almost given up, feeling that becoming a superstar was meaningless, and working with these profit-driven swindlers was even more meaningless.

But later, he met Grandpa Lu again.

Grandpa Lu said that he has extremely high talent in music, and it would be a real pity if he gave it up.

Don't lose interest in this industry just because of a few scammers.

Moreover, Grandpa Lu's ideas coincided with his own. They both believed that music is not a tool, not a ladder to fame and fortune, but a language, an emotion, and an expression of the soul.

If you only want to use music to earn applause and money, you will never become a true musician.

From then on, he continued to explore music theory, study music history, and learn the styles and techniques of different composers with Grandpa Lu.

When he stopped being so eager for quick success, opportunities actually came knocking on his door.

He received invitations to perform at several small concerts, and an independent music label became interested in his original works.

But Su Sinian declined them all.

As Grandpa Lu said, "You are still young and need to mature. Don't rush to bloom; first, let your roots grow deep."

He listened.

Grandpa Lu also said, "Little Niannian, your musical talent is the highest I have ever seen. Grandpa hopes that one day in the future, your talent can become your weapon, making you more courageous and stronger!"

Let music become a weapon?

Su Sinian thought quietly, "Grandpa Lu, I think I understand now."

......

"Young Master, we've arrived."

The driver's voice pulled Su Sinian back to reality from her memories.

The car was parked in front of a quaint old courtyard.

The house is made of blue bricks and gray tiles, and a plaque hangs above the door with four characters written by Grandpa Lu: Zhiyin Xiaozhu (知音小筑).

Su Sinian got out of the car and happily walked inside: "Grandpa Lu, open the door..."

The next second, a familiar and energetic voice came from inside the door: "Coming, coming! Isn't that Xiao Nian Nian?"

The door opened.

Lu Zhengyang stood inside the door, dressed in a simple Zhongshan suit, with a kind smile on his face.

Upon seeing Su Sinian, his eyes immediately lit up: "Come in, come in quickly, let Grandpa take a good look at you... Hmm, you've lost weight. You must have been through a lot these past two months, right?"

Su Sinian grinned, revealing his signature little tiger teeth, and deliberately bent his arm to show off: "I'm not thin at all, Grandpa Lu, look, I've grown strong!"

He didn't actually have any muscles in his arms, but his lively energy amused Lu Zhengyang: "Good, good, good, you're all strong now, come in quickly."

An old man and a young boy walked into the courtyard side by side.

Sunlight streamed into the courtyard, and tea sets and snacks were already laid out on the stone table under the grape trellis.

The two sat down on the stone bench and chatted about what had happened recently.

Lu Zhengyang then asked, "By the way, you said on the phone that you had a new idea you wanted to discuss with Grandpa. What is it?"

Upon hearing this, Su Sinian's eyes immediately lit up.

He took a folder out of his backpack and took out a handwritten sheet music.

"Grandpa Lu, look at this."

Lu Zhengyang took the sheet music, put on his reading glasses, and studied it carefully.

The sheet music was neatly copied in black pen on the paper. The notes on the staff were clear and powerful, and the lyrics were written next to them.

At the very top, there is a single word: "Light".

Lu Zhengyang looked at it very slowly and carefully.

As he watched, his expression gradually changed.

From initial calm to surprise to shock, and finally, tears welled up in those eyes that had seen it all.

Lu Zhengyang looked up, his voice trembling slightly, "When did you write this?"

Su Sinian said, "During the time I spent with Sui Sui, I saw what true righteousness is. I was bursting with inspiration at the time, so I wrote this song and added lyrics."

He paused, then scratched his head somewhat sheepishly: "It might not be well written, so I'd like to ask Grandpa Lu to take a look and give me some suggestions..."

"Suggestions?" Lu Zhengyang took off his reading glasses, wiped his eyes with his sleeve, and shook his head repeatedly. "Little Niannian, do you know how many songs your grandfather has listened to and how many sheet music he has read in his life?"

Su Sinian blinked, waiting for what would happen next.

“But this one…” Lu Zhengyang pointed to the sheet music, his fingers trembling slightly, “This one is different. It has power, warmth, and… soul.”

He looked at the sheet music again and read the lyrics word by word:

"In the deepest corner of darkness, there is always a seed that remains silent, waiting not for the sunlight, but for the promise to sprout..."

The old man choked up as he read this.

Su Sinian panicked: "Grandpa Lu, what's wrong? Is there something wrong with what you wrote? I'll change it, I'll change it right away..."

"No, no." Lu Zhengyang waved his hand and took a deep breath. "It's not bad, it's great. Little Niannian, let Grandpa be your first listener."

"Now?"

"Well, now."

Su Sinian nodded as she looked at Grandpa Lu's serious expression.