608: Chapter 607 Work Arrangements at Huachen Technology

Professor Disser returned to his hotel room and immediately locked himself in.

He sat on the carpet, his mind in complete chaos.

The simple and straightforward words of the two old men in the park, especially their visionary description of socialism entering its intermediate stage, were like a demonic chant ringing in his ears.

They directly subverted the perceptions he had built over the past thirty-plus years.

At the same time, it caused the first crack to appear in Professor Disser's hitherto unbreakable faith.

Professor Disser felt a sense of confusion and pain unlike anything he had ever experienced.

The intense cognitive dissonance made his brain feel like it was about to explode.

Could it be... that I am wrong?

That His Holiness the Pope is wrong?

Or even... that "The Lord" is wrong?

Once this thought emerged, it grew with frantic speed, leaving Professor Disser almost unable to breathe.

No! Impossible!

The Lord is omniscient and omnipotent!

His Holiness the Pope is the Lord's representative on Earth; they could never be wrong!

It must be China that is wrong!

It is these Chinese devils who are bewitching me!

Professor Disser abruptly stood up from the floor, rushed to his suitcase, and took out a thick copy of the Bible.

This had been bestowed upon him personally by Pope Smith, and it was said that every page had been imbued with the Lord's glory.

Professor Disser opened the pages and read the doctrines passed down by the Trisolaran Civilization, which were filled with incitement and apocalyptic rhetoric.

"The kingdom of the devil, built upon sin and lies, shall eventually be purged..."

"The Lord shall descend with the fire of divine punishment to cleanse all filth and establish the eternal Kingdom of God..."

Professor Disser knelt on the floor, holding the Bible in both hands, and began to recite the scriptures within it devoutly, over and over again.

He attempted to use this method to dispel the confusion in his heart and stabilize his crumbling faith.

One hour, two hours... until half a day had passed.

That chaotic feeling was finally suppressed somewhat in his mind.

Professor Disser slumped onto the floor, gasping for air.

He suddenly recalled the warning Pope Smith gave him before his departure.

"The most terrifying tactic of the Chinese devils is to bewitch people's hearts. They will use all sorts of beautiful illusions to deceive your eyes and shake your will. You must remain vigilant at all times and use your devotion to the Lord to resist their corruption."

Professor Disser felt a fear unlike any he had ever known.

This fear did not come from the outside, but from within his own heart.

The Chinese devils were too terrifying!

Thinking of the arduous task the Lord had assigned to him.

Professor Disser dared not go out again, nor did he dare to have contact with anyone else.

He stayed shut away in the hotel for two whole days.

He was afraid that if he looked or listened any more, he would be bewitched by the devils once again.

...

On the morning of the third day.

Professor Disser finally received notification from Huachen Technology.

He forced himself to perk up, put on a suit, and practiced a warm and confident smile a dozen times until he was sure he looked completely normal before leaving the hotel.

The vehicle passed through the bustling downtown area and finally drove into a park filled with a sense of futuristic technology.

This was the Magic City branch of Huachen Technology Group.

Inside the park, there were shaded trees and a beautiful environment, with unique-looking buildings rising from the ground, full of design flair.

Professor Disser was taken to a huge conference hall.

The conference hall was already full of people.

Looking around, almost all of them were Western faces with blonde hair and blue eyes.

Like Professor Disser, they were all elites who had come to China through the "Global Top Talent Sharing Program," primarily focusing on chips.

There were about two hundred people in total.

They were gathered in small groups, whispering to each other, with excitement and anticipation on their faces.

Professor Disser found a seat near the back and sat down, quietly observing his surroundings.

He discovered that although these people came from different countries, they all shared one thing in common.

That was a deep yearning for China.

"Just a bunch of poor wretches bewitched by devils."

Professor Disser sneered in his heart, closed his eyes, and ignored the noise around him.

Not long after, the door to the conference room was pushed open.

A middle-aged man with an imposing aura walked in, surrounded by a group of people.

It was none other than the founder and chairman of Huachen Technology Group, Chairman Ren Zheng.