Does this guy have a death wish? If Zhang Richeng were in front of him right now, he would swear he would beat him to a pulp!
Unfortunately, he never had the chance to see Zhang Richeng again.
“I never expected that such a loyal spy as Zhang Richeng would betray us. Can you blame me for this?” William finally managed to say after a long pause.
"It's not your fault, it's ours?"
"Exactly! You were so confident back then, guaranteeing that China only had one million tons of rare earth, and that the intelligence was absolutely accurate. Now you've lost so much money."
"Damn it, I want to kill you right now, you idiot!"
The crowd joined in, criticizing William so harshly that he couldn't even lift his head.
"The president knows about this, and he's very angry. William, your transfer has been approved. Go to the Lark embassy as the ambassador to Lark," the old white man said with disgust in his eyes.
“Ambassador Lach? That place is currently in war, and they especially hate us. Sending me there is practically sending me to my death!” William was shocked upon hearing this.
He had just squeezed into the White House and finally reached the pinnacle of power, only to be immediately transferred to that godforsaken place, Larry.
This is like heaven and earth, especially since you could really lose your life in that place.
"You'd better go, only because of what you did for the United States in the past."
"Otherwise, given how heavy the losses we've suffered, executing you wouldn't be an exaggeration!"
The old white man slammed his hand on the table and glared angrily.
That stupid pig actually dared to try and bargain.
If it weren't for the fear that executing him would upset the other spies, William would have been executed long ago. And now the old white man would be furious enough to execute him a hundred times over.
"Fine," William said, swallowing his anger.
He was genuinely afraid to say more, fearing that someone might stand up and beat him up if he continued.
Inside the prison, Zhang Richeng, dressed in prison clothes, sat on his bed with his head down.
His mind was filled with Li Guanghao and Qi Minglin's words that day, and Zhang Ce's disappointed look.
The more he thought about it, the more distressed he became. In just two months, he attempted suicide three times, but each time he was discovered and stopped.
He wasn't trying to commit suicide out of fear of punishment; he was simply too ashamed to face anyone.
He now understands how good the country has been to him, and when he thinks about what he has done to the country, he is too ashamed to face anyone.
Although no major consequences resulted, he won't be sentenced to death, but life imprisonment is inevitable.
But this indefinite sentence was worse than death for him.
He would rather die than spend the rest of his life with guilt.
After an unknown number of days, a prison guard came in and informed Zhang Richeng.
"Zhang Richeng, someone is visiting."
Upon hearing this, Zhang Richeng raised his head somewhat blankly, wondering who would come to visit him.
He has already been abandoned by everyone in China.
Following the prison guard, Zhang Richeng arrived at the visiting room like a walking corpse, and the figure opposite him made him pause.
That was Zhang Ce, the one who summoned him back to China.
Zhang Richeng sat down in the chair, biting his lip tightly, his eyes lowered; he didn't dare to look at Zhang Ce at all.
"I heard you've attempted suicide several times. What's wrong? What's bothering you?" Zhang Ce asked with a smile.
Zhang Ce remained silent for a long time before slowly saying, "I have no face to live anymore."
"I'm sorry to everyone who has been kind to me..."
“But your trial hasn’t come yet. What does it mean if you just die? Does it mean you don’t want to be judged by China?” Zhang Ce asked.
Zhang Richeng didn't know how to answer this question, and lowered his head deeply.
"Live well until the higher-ups make their decision about you." Zhang Ce lit a cigarette, which served as a kind of explanation.
The two remained silent. Zhang Ce finished his cigarette and stood up to leave, when Zhang Richeng, his face streaked with tears, looked up and said in a sob, "Boss, I'm so sorry..."
"Hmm." Zhang Ce didn't say much, he just nodded.
"Boss, I want to atone for my sins. All I have left that's useful is the knowledge in my head."
"I want to attend university classes on Saturdays and Sundays during the renovation process."
"I... I don't want anything, I just want a chance to atone for my sins."
Seeing that Zhang Richeng was genuinely repentant, Zhang Ce did not immediately agree to his request.
"Since you have the will to atone, then just wait patiently."
After Zhang Ce finished speaking, he turned and left, leaving Zhang Richeng with nothing but regret.
Sitting in his office, Zhang Ce carefully considered Zhang Richeng's request and discussed it with his superiors.
"Zhang Richeng is a traitor. Making him teach is like watering the flowers of our motherland with pesticides!" a leader said, puzzled.
"Let's see if he's truly repentant. If he is, Zhang Richeng is indeed suitable for teaching. Regardless of his character, his abilities in the geological field are definitely among the top ten," another leader said candidly.
"What do you think?" They both looked at Zhang Ce.
Zhang Ce pondered for a long time before finally settling on a compromise.
"We can let him give it a try. Find a pilot university, have someone accompany him, and see if there are any problems with his lectures or if he has any personal agendas."
“If there are no problems, his classes should be recorded and reviewed by a specialist in the future. If there are problems, then let’s just give up on him completely,” Zhang Ce said.
"Okay, let's give it a try then." The other two leaders had no objections either.
The news quickly reached the prison, and Zhang Richeng burst into tears upon hearing it.
His crippled body can finally be put to some use.
Someone brought him teaching materials, and Zhang Richeng prepared lessons day and night. Although he already knew the knowledge by heart, he was afraid that his brain might crash and something unexpected might happen.
And so, one day, Zhang Richeng, led by a prison guard, arrived at a second-tier university.
"Change into this. A lot of people will be attending your class this time, including many professors," the prison guard said, handing him a set of civilian clothes.
"Okay." Zhang Richeng changed his clothes in the car and, led by the two prison guards in regular uniforms, walked into the classroom.
In a classroom for an open class, there were more than a hundred students and a dozen or so professors who came to observe and review the class.
He walked into the room, stepped onto the podium, and the students below erupted in applause.
Zhang Richeng bowed deeply to everyone, then took a deep breath and spoke.
"Hello everyone, I am the teacher of today's open class. My name is Zhang Richeng."
"Before we begin, I'd like to say something unrelated to the main topic."
"To educate people, we must first educate them in morality. No matter what heights you reach or what achievements you make in the future, never forget this."
"You must love your country. All the sugar-coated bullets from outside are just bait. Only your own country will be your eternal support."
"I would rather love a handful of soil from my own hometown than ten thousand taels of gold from another country."
"Attend class!"
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