This is also the reason why the supervisor approved the resignation without a word.

These days, there are just too many talented people. Although William Carter is quite capable, are there really so few capable people now? Most of them just lack a platform and opportunity.

William Carter didn’t mind either. He also asked Daniel Carter to bring his girlfriend, and Sharon Shaw to bring her best friend along.

Andrew Smith was also among those invited, since she had a good relationship with Sharon Shaw.

She hesitated for a moment, about to decline. But when she heard that Sharon Shaw had also invited another close female friend, Emily Hall, she paused and agreed.

Emily Hall is quite famous in the company—not because of her looks or figure, but because her family owns a mine.

In fact, her looks are just average, maybe a six out of ten. With makeup, she could add another point. In other words, even with makeup, she’s only at Sharon Shaw’s level, still not as good as Andrew Smith.

However, Emily Hall’s figure is decent—passable. Although her chest is small, her legs are long and well-proportioned. That’s not the main point, though. The key is that she drives a city SUV worth over half a million yuan to work every day.

The bags she carries, the clothes, dresses, and shoes she wears—none of them are from small brands. Any random outfit she puts on costs at least ten thousand yuan.

Although she can’t compare to the truly wealthy second generation, to the average working class, she’s definitely a “rich, pretty girl.”

That’s why, in Xinda Network, Emily Hall has the most admirers.

After all, in today’s society, there are just too many realistic people.

“Come on, let’s go together and have some fun. Brother William is leaving, so the more people, the better the atmosphere.” Sharon Shaw continued to persuade from the side.

Andrew Smith hesitated for a moment, but still nodded.

“All right, just send me a message about where we’re going later.”

“I’ll add you in a bit.” Sharon Shaw quickly pulled all the colleagues attending the dinner into a newly created group chat.

“Brother William, depending on your performance before you leave, maybe you’ll even be able to bring a girl home from the company!” —Sharon Shaw.

“…How about I bring you?” —William Carter.

“Sure! I’ll go meet your parents at your place tomorrow!” —Sharon Shaw.

“…Let’s just forget it.” —William Carter.

“Or you could consider me. I’m single, don’t smoke or drink, and aside from playing games until midnight every day, I have no other bad habits!” —Daniel Carter.

“Heh, Little Nick, are you itching for trouble?” —Helen Jones.

Helen Jones is Daniel Carter’s confirmed girlfriend, an employee at another company. The two of them have a great relationship.

William Carter often saw Daniel Carter being doted on and spoiled by his girlfriend after work, their sweetness enough to make people jealous.

Very quickly, after inviting everyone, the dinner group chat grew to ten people. William Carter didn’t care about the details—he invited everyone he could.

This meal felt like a farewell to his working life.

It even felt like a farewell to his ordinary life.

So even though many people at the dinner were there for the pretty girls, he didn’t mind.

After sorting out the headcount, he immediately looked around and found a restaurant with a decent price-performance ratio.

Even though he had money in his account now, he wasn’t in the habit of being extravagant. So, as usual, he chose a standard, moderate restaurant.

After booking a private room, William Carter finally sat down to finish his handover work.

The supervisor was quite unhappy about his sudden resignation, so he gave him a non-compete agreement, forbidding him from taking a similar job in the same industry for several years.

But on the other hand, the supervisor also gave him more than double the standard compensation within his authority as a form of compensation. That was pretty good.

Sitting at his desk, William Carter worked on the computer while occasionally glancing at his phone.

Messages kept coming in on his phone.

By noon, he had completely finished the handover, and at the same time, the interrogation on Jian’s side officially began.

Meanwhile, the protection team assigned to his grandfather had also taken their positions.

One intelligence report after another, gathered from the vast intelligence network of Mister Pharmaceutical Group, was being sent to William Carter’s phone.

It only took him a little over an hour to finish the handover; the rest of the time was spent reading through the information.

There wasn’t much information about Ethan Clark—in fact, it was very little.

But there was quite a lot about the Yuekong Martial Arts School.

His grandfather, Henry Carter, was not low-key at all—in fact, he could be considered quite active.

He and his disciples often participated in various competitions, and the Yuekong Martial Arts School was quite well-known in martial arts circles.

The Yuekong Fist, which Henry Carter excelled at, was considered a representative style in the fighting and combat circles of Yingxing City.

By the time William Carter finished reading the information, it was already 11:50.

He tidied up his things, got up to get a drink of water at the water dispenser, picked up his bag, and walked out of the office hall to wait in the corridor outside.

The corridor was very wide, at least five or six meters across, with some tables and chairs set up on one side for people to rest.

William Carter sat on a chair, leaning back and thinking things over.

He hadn’t been sitting for long when the lunch break bell rang. The office hall here had a fixed bell for starting and ending work.

This was due to a new labor protection law introduced a few years ago, which led companies to install many such devices.

At least on the surface, it guaranteed the basic rights of employees.