After all the work accounts and mailboxes were disabled, Walton left with constraints.

Before leaving, he didn't even come to greet Jiang Qingying. Standing in front of the window of the office, Jiang Qingying clearly saw Wharton's back and sighed softly.

"What do you sigh for?"

"I really don't know why he did it." Jiang Qingying said, "We have offered him a seven-digit annual salary and a large share-in-share dividend. He smelled his reputation in proportion to that fifteen percent. Is it worth it?"

"Isn't it worth it?" Su Rui shook his head. "Man-made wealth kills birds for food. Such a large sum of money is enough for anyone to...