No Hiding Anymore

The repercussions of Wang Zhaoming's treason continued to ferment. At first, it was only the big names; then came the students, followed by the workers. Gradually, even farmers who tilled a couple of meager acres and could not recognize a single character knew who Wang Zhaoming was and understood what this towering figure had done.

Condemned by thousands, cursed by millions. Wang Zhaoming seemed unaware of it, and in truth, he was largely unaware. After all, he was in Vietnam. Unless someone told him about the situation back home, he would not know. He knew he would certainly be cursed, but he heard very little of those curses in the end, so they had limited effect on him. Had this been the later age of the internet, he would have felt their full force.

So even though everyone in China was denouncing Wang Zhaoming, it did not stop him from discussing further acts of national betrayal with the Japanese in Vietnam. From time to time, he even made public statements that struck a nerve with countless people. Newspapers were crammed with commentaries and editorials, all of them savagely condemning the traitor Wang.

As Asia's greatest metropolis, Shanghai had even more intellectuals. They were scholars, students, workers, and people in all manner of other professions. The political atmosphere here was especially intense; whenever people opened their mouths, they talked about ideologies, ideals, the Sino-Japanese War, and the great powers of the world. Naturally, the city could not remain quiet.

"Wang Zhaoming, you dog traitor! You sold out the country! You sold out the nation..."

On the streets, students and workers carried huge banners as they marched through the roads and alleys. The spectacle was magnificent, and public outrage ran high. Their eyes were wide, veins bulged from their necks, and clenched