"Hey, you guys are seniors now." Mr. Thompson picked up the cup on his desk and took a sip of tea. "Nothing is more beautiful than the sunset in life. Having a twilight romance in your senior year isn't bad either. Enjoy your youth while you can—don't wait until there are no flowers left to pick!"

The students all stared a bit blankly at Mr. Thompson. None of them had ever imagined that this little old man would have the leisure and mood to joke around like this.

"It's not what you think between me and her... She hit me with her car, and then she compensated me. That's all there is to it." William Bolton explained, but helplessly realized that under the mentor's mischievous smile, his explanation already sounded like a cover-up.

"Ahem, alright, let's not talk about this anymore. That's it for today, go do what you need to do. Next week, you can't be like this again." Mr. Thompson said.

Light footsteps sounded behind him. Without turning around, William Bolton already knew that Grace Foster had returned.

The students packed up their things, said goodbye to their mentor, and left the office one by one. Grace Foster followed behind William Bolton like an obedient little rabbit.

"Thud thud thud thud." Urgent and chaotic footsteps echoed in the hallway. As everyone had just stepped out of the office, they looked up to see a middle-aged man in a suit running toward them. Behind him was a woman in professional attire with thick glasses.

The woman had a mature figure, the fullness shaped by time. Her long, fair legs were exposed to the air, and she was holding a stack of documents in her arms, clearly out of breath. As she ran, her chest heaved dramatically up and down, and the sound of her high heels striking the floor was especially loud in the quiet corridor.

The middle-aged man in front kept glancing around as he ran. When he passed by William Bolton and the others and saw the large characters on the office door, he suddenly stopped, looking at everyone with a relieved expression.

Hiding behind William Bolton, Grace Foster suddenly smiled slightly.

Chapter 011: Fang Group

What are they doing? Everyone looked at the middle-aged man and the mature woman with glasses in confusion.

The middle-aged man stood in front of everyone, hands on his knees, bending over and gasping for breath. He said to the group, "Please... please wait a moment."

Hearing the commotion, Mr. Thompson also came out of the office, looking at the man in confusion and asking, "What's going on?"

"Huh?" Samuel Turner, with sharp eyes, spotted a few eye-catching words on the documents the woman was holding and asked in confusion, "Fang Group?"

The mature woman, who looked like a secretary, was also gasping for breath. Because of the run, a charming blush colored her pretty face. At this moment, she pushed up her glasses and nodded, "Yes."

The students immediately became excited.

Fang Group! If the company Samuel Turner signed with, Tianzheng, was a well-known domestic enterprise, then Fang Group was undoubtedly a giant in the country. They were a Fortune Global 500 company, not even in the same league as a lower-tier company like Tianzheng.

Every senior student dreamed of working at Fang Group after graduation. Not only was there vast room for development, but the benefits were also extremely generous.

Fang Group gathered the elite of the elite, the best of the best!

With good benefits came high standards. Although Fang Group held recruitment fairs at top universities across the country every year, they would only hire fewer than ten people from each school. Of those ten, after rounds of selection and training, no more than two would officially become Fang Group employees.

Among seniors, there was a saying: As long as you step into Fang Group, things like a million-yuan annual salary, luxury cars, beautiful women, and villas are all within reach. Even if you get fired from Fang Group later, other companies will fight to hire you.

The name Fang Group was a money tree, a certificate of being elite!

And now, there were actually two people from Fang Group, and judging by their appearance, they were likely mid-level managers, blocking everyone at the office door. This was quite intriguing.

"Has your recruitment fair started?" David Parker put on a fawning smile and asked in an extremely gentle tone, "I was just about to go to your recruitment fair after lunch."

The other students nodded along.

Today, Fang Group was holding its only recruitment fair of the year at Fuhua University.

"The recruitment fair is underway." The middle-aged man finally caught his breath, straightened up, adjusted his slightly messy tie, and with a smile, swept his gaze over everyone. In an almost respectful tone, he asked, "Excuse me, which one of you is Mr. William Bolton?"

Everyone immediately turned their gaze to William Bolton. William Bolton was also a bit surprised—he had no memory of this person in front of him.

"I am. Is there something you need?" William Bolton asked.

"Hello, Mr. William Bolton." The middle-aged man politely extended his hand to William Bolton. "Let me introduce myself first. I am the person in charge of Fang Group's recruitment fair at your university this time. You can call me John Harris, and this is my assistant, Miss Emily Brooks."