In my tenth year working at a classified agency, I received the news that my mentor had passed away.
My classmates sent me messages one after another: “Shen Wang, you were the teacher’s favorite back in the day. If you can’t even come to see him off on his final journey, what kind of person are you?”
Thinking of that veteran teacher who had devoted his entire life to education,
I turned down the offer to host the conference and applied to the organization for permission to borrow the official car bearing the plate North A00001. It was also a way for the nation to express its gratitude for his dedication.
When I arrived at the funeral, I had barely stepped out of the car before people crowded around me, jeering:
“Shen Wang, even the least successful people in our class drive a Mercedes or a BMW. You show up in some beat-up Hongqi and still have the nerve to join the funeral procession? Aren’t you afraid of embarrassing the teacher?”
“Thank goodness I had the good sense not to date you back then. If I’d had to sit in that lousy domestic car and cry, my life would’ve been so bleak!”
Jiang Rourou, the campus belle who had failed to make me her devoted servant back in the day.
The organizer hurriedly tried to explain what the license plate meant, but she impatiently cut him off:
“Someone like you can be a leader? You probably just found an old car destined for the scrap heap and slapped a plate on it to save face!”
“Get this wreck out of my way! My husband has sent ten Rolls-Royces for me, and they’re already on their way. Don’t block my path!”
She bragged nonstop that her husband, Xu Che, was the richest man in the province and treated her like a queen.
But as I looked at the photo on her phone, my brow furrowed.
Just yesterday, her husband had been kneeling before the inspection team, swearing that he had never embezzled or taken bribes.
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