A Loyal Character Dancer

Fujian. The material was in English, as this topic was banned from Chinese publications. He had read no more than two or three lines when a young mother pushing a stroller came to the seat beside him. She was an attractive woman in her mid-twenties, with thin, clear features and a touch of shadow under her large eyes.
     
    “English?” she said, glancing at the material in his hand.
     
    “Yes.” He wondered whether she had taken the seat next to him because she had glimpsed his English reading matter.
     
    She wore a white dress of light material, a caftan, which seemed to be floating around her long legs as she rocked the stroller with a sandaled foot. There was a blond baby sleeping in it.
     
    “He has not seen his American daddy yet,” she said in Chinese. “Look at his hair—the same golden color.”
     
    “He’s cute.”
     
    “Blond,” she said in English.
     
    There were many stories about cross-cultural marriages nowadays. The sleeping baby looked adorable, but her emphasis on the color of his hair bothered the chief inspector. It sounded as if she thought anything associated with Westerners was something to be proud of.
     
    He got up to make another phone call. Luckily, he discovered a booth that took coins for a long distance call. Time is money . That was a newly popular, politically correct slogan in the nineties. It was certainly correct here. The call was to Comrade Hong Liangxing, superintendent of the Fujian Police Bureau.
     
    “Superintendent Hong, this is Chen Cao. Party Secretary Li has just assigned me to the Wen case, and I don’t know anything about the investigation. You are really the one on top of the situation.”
     
    “Come, Chief Inspector Chen. We know the decision has been made by the ministry. We will do everything possible to help.”
     
    “You can start by filling me in on the general background, Superintendent Hong.”
     
    “Illegal emigration has been a problem for years in the district. After the mid-eighties, things took a turn for the worse. With the Open Door policy, people gained access to the propaganda of the West and began to dream of digging into the Gold Mountains overseas. Taiwan smuggling rings established themselves. With their large, modern ships, the journeys across the ocean became possible, and hugely profitable too.”
     
    “Yes, people like Jia Xinzhi became snake heads.”
     
    “And local gangs like the Flying Axes helped. Especially by making sure people made timely payment to the smuggling rings.”
     
    “How much?”
     
    “Thirty thousand U.S. dollars per person.”
     
    “Wow, so much. People could live comfortably on the interest of such a sum. Why should they take the risk?”
     
    “They believe they can earn that much in one or two years there. And the risk is not that great because of changes in our legal system in recent years. If they’re caught, they are no longer put into prison or labor camp. Just sent back home. Nor are there political pressures on them afterward. So they are not worried about the consequences.”
     
    “In the seventies, they would have received long prison sentences,” Chen said. One of his teachers had been put into jail for the so-called crime of merely listening to the Voice of America.
     
    “And one of the factors is—you won’t believe it—American policy. When people are caught there, they should be sent back to China at once, right? No. They are allowed to stay for long periods and encouraged to apply for political asylum. So we have been overwhelmed. If the Americans can nail Jia this time, it will be a heavy blow to the smuggling rings.”
     
    “You are so familiar with all the factors involved, Superintendent Hong. Detective Yu and I really must depend on your help. I don’t know if Yu has arrived in Fujian yet.”
     
    “I believe he did, but I haven’t heard from him directly.”
     
    “I’m waiting for the American at the airport. My coins are running out. I have to finish now. I’ll call you again tonight, Superintendent Hong.”
     
    “Call me any time, Chief Inspector Chen.”
     
    The discussion seemed to have gone more smoothly than he had expected. Normally, local police would not be so cooperative with an outsider.
     
    Putting down the phone, he turned to the arrival/departure monitor again. The time posted had changed. The airplane would arrive in twenty minutes.

Chapter 4
     
     
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    etective Yu Guangming had left for Fujian by train instead of by air.