Although "Generalist" is famous for his ingenuity, nobody knew his whereabouts.
There were even rumors that said that he was already dead. However, Thompson did not believe it.
Besides, he believed that this man's talent was exceptional. If Thompson could persuade "Generalist"
to work for him, the latter would certainly be of great help in the future.
Of course, that would only happen if "Generalist" was willing to join him. Sadly, Thompson could not
find him anywhere.
To try his luck, Thompson left a message to the shop owner.
Honestly, he was actually doubting if the shop owner really knew "Generalist". As he would not be able
to confirm it, he had to try anyway. After all, not everyone had the chance to know "Generalist".
As Thompson sat in the shop, he felt a little frustrated. He had tried asking the shop owner about the
man's whereabouts, but the shop owner said that he never showed up again. Upon hearing it, a frown
appeared on Thompson's face. It made sense, though.
Why would a person, who was proficient in hiding, would easily reveal his whereabouts?
The next second, Thompson's hope was rekindled. If a man was too easy to be found, then he
certainly was not "Generalist".
On the other hand, he wondered why Jacob could have seen that person. Well, he had rather not think
about it.
Seeing that the person whom Jonathan had been searching for got discovered by someone else was
the last thing he wanted.
Besides, there was something terrible that he did not want to admit.
He saw a familiar man on the TV. Although it seemed that the man had aged, Thompson was sure that
he did not see it wrong.
'Was he the boss of the underworld?' Thompson had to find "Generalist" and figure it out.
But since he could not, perhaps that person was hiding from him. After all, he had tried so hard and
sent so many people to find "Generalist", but to no avail.
Just when Thompson was about to walk out of the shop, the owner stopped him.
"Wait! Sir, I suddenly remembered something."
The owner patted his head lightly as though it was helping him remember his lost memories. He had
only had a few customers these past few days. He could not just let his customer at the moment go.
After Thompson asked about a specific man, the owner had been trying to recall the man.
"The customer came that day. He mentioned that he was going on a long trip. Since he liked the beef
here, he said he wanted to take some with him."
The shop owner vividly described the scene of that day, which piqued Thompson's interest.
Thompson then returned to his seat, and listened to what the shop owner had to say.
"Did he say where he was going?" he asked suddenly, but the shop owner shook his head in response.
"No, he didn't. But, I'm sure that he's out of town. He might never come back, though." The shop owner
looked tensed when he spoke. The gray coat the man was wearing the other day was still etched in his
mind.
Thompson was taken aback. Did that mean that "Generalist" would not come back anymore? Perhaps
they were not talking about the same person?
"He bought a lot of fried beef that time. When he walked to the door, he sighed deeply and muttered
that he wouldn't be able to eat it again. Of course, I got curious so I asked him why."
The shop owner looked outside the window as though in a daze. It was rare for a person to suddenly
say goodbye to him so solemnly. Not to mention, the man was a complete stranger to him.
Although he just came to his shop several times, the shop owner missed him.
How could he not? He was in bliss whenever he thought of someone appreciating his hard work. This
was enough to make him happy and at ease.
That was the reason why his impression of "Generalist" was quite deep. Besides, the man always wore
a vintage outfit with a gray or black overcoat and a cap, making him extremely inconspicuous.
"All he said was that he'd go somewhere far and probably won't come back. It's a pity that he wouldn't
be able to eat such delicious beef. He mentioned to me one time that he felt at home whenever he was
here. He must've been happy since he ate meat and drank as much as he wanted. His words
encouraged me to keep this shop running."
The shop owner could not help but be nostalgic when he thought of that dear customer of his.
Everyone enjoys being recognized, right?
"Well, that's a pity," Thompson remarked. He then fished out his wallet, took out a thick wad of cash
from it, and handed it to the shop owner.
"Anyway, thank you so much. It's sad that he isn't here, but I still want to thank you. Think of this as a
support for your shop."
With that, Thompson put the money on the table and turned around to leave.
But before he could walk out of the door, the shop owner stopped him in his tracks. "Wait, sir. I told you
that, not because I want money. I really appreciate your kindness. But I won't take what I don't
deserve."
However, Thompson proceeded to walk out without even bothering to look back. "Who said that? Your
information has helped me a lot. That's it. Keep the money. Maybe he'll come back again. I hope this
shop will still be here when he does."
Upon saying that, he walked out of the shop and disappeared at the corner of the street.
Although the information he had obtained was not very useful, he had had a rough idea about it. So
now Jacob had no one's back. At the thought of this, Thompson felt excited.
He was so ecstatic that he could feel his body was trembling. The man he was afraid of was not in the
town, was he not?
If the "Generalist" was not on Jacob's side, Thompson actually would not care about it. However, if the
"Generalist" decided to help Jacob, Thompson knew that the probability of him winning was slim.
Of course, as much as he wanted to stir up trouble for Jacob, he would avoid it if he could.
Why did he have to go berserk when he could avoid detours? Meanwhile, the shop owner stood by the
door and heaved a sigh as he watched Thompson drive away.
Many people bid farewell every day, even strangers who you might not see again for the rest of your
life.
Sadly, nobody remembers it because they know very well that they have no feelings for strangers.
There are even some who are afraid of being attached. Well, once they develop feelings to others, they
will have a weakness. At the same time, they are afraid of losing something important to them.
When Jacob returned to the company, he passed by Sara's office on purpose. To his surprise, her door
was ajar as if she was waiting for someone. Jacob did not say anything. Her assistant, who happened
to be standing next to him, asked if she could call Sara for him, but he refused.
He looked at her for a second, turned around, and walked towards his office.
Jacob had cried a lot in the cemetery. The thing was, he never shed tears if he was not extremely sad.
There were even times that tears were the only way to express his emotions. Jacob's eyes were still
bloodshot, so he'd rather not show his face to Sara at the moment. After all, he did not want her to
worry about him.
What was more, he did not want to add more burden to her. Letting him join the company despite the
pressure of the public was more than enough. Besides, he had always been scrupulous in separating
public from his private interests.
He had to separate his personal affairs from the current matter. Also, he had to try his best to get
everyone to change their views on him. That way, Sara could accept him.
If there were so many people who were holding a grudge against him, it would be very difficult for her
to deal with them.
Jacob wanted to prove himself to her what he was capable of doing. At the thought of it, he quickly
walked to his office.
Cindy was inside. Even with her back to him, he knew in an instant that it was her.
"What's going on, Cindy?" Jacob asked while briskly walking into his swivel chair.
The moment Cindy saw him, her eyes lit up, and she seemed to have had a glimmer of hope.
"Thank goodness you're finally back, Mr. Jacob. Something's wrong." When she spoke, there was a
look of determination on her face, but she still felt a little nervous.
For some reason, she felt that telling Jacob bad news had become her new occupation. Fortunately, he
never blamed her for it. It was not her fault and she had nothing to do with it anyway.
But most of the time, she did not have the heart to tell him those.
When she was still Jacob's assistant in the Shi Group, she had witnessed a lot of things that had
happened to him. Those things were like a poison arrow that pierced through his heart, which had
caused a lot of irreparable damage to him.
"What's going on?" Jacob looked calm and indifferent. Even though Cindy had not told him what was
going on yet, he had already guessed it, judging from her somber expression.
"The companies you've asked me to contact refused to cooperate with us. The person-in-charge even
warned me that there was a possibility that more troubles would come in the future."
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