Don’t Cry, Tai Lake

on top of white rice for both of them.
    Holding the boxes, they sat on an isolated wooden bench against the hill. There were no other seats nearby, and no other people around. They didn’t have to worry about people overhearing them.
    “Excellent choice, Chief.”
    “In my childhood, it wasn’t common for people to go to a park. There was the bus fare and the entrance fee, you know, let alone the cost of a meal there. One day, my mother took me to Xijiao Park and bought me a lunch box. It was the best meal I’d ever had, and it remained so in my memory for several years. Of course, things were different in those years. I’ll buy you a Wuxi rib dinner at the conclusion of our investigation,” Chen said, chopsticking into his mouth a small piece of the juicy sweet and sour rib. “What do you think of Mrs. Liu?”
    “You’ve touched on something we’ve overlooked. She actually went to Shanghai on Saturday, and then back again on Sunday. That’s strange. Do you think—”
    “It would be too conspicuous for it to be something premeditated,” Chen said slowly. “By the way, that was a long phone call you got there, Huang.”
    “Yes, it was from our team leader. About Jiang.”
    “Jiang—the new person on Internal Security’s radar?”
    “Yes, that’s him. He was officially detained this afternoon. They seem to have gathered new evidence against him.”
    “What have they got?”
    “According to Internal Security, he was blackmailing Liu. When Liu tried to bring in the authorities, he murdered Liu.”
    “Oh, really? Tell me about Jiang. Whatever details you may have. ”
    “I don’t know much about him. Jiang was an entrepreneur here in Wuxi before he became an environmental activist several years ago. Because of his business background, he knows about the pollution problems firsthand. So he started to speak out about them. Those he publicly named as polluters of the lake became infamous in Wuxi. Then he started to blackmail others with the information he had. They were forced to buy his silence, so to speak. He must have gotten hold of something about Liu’s company.”
    “Do they have any evidence?”
    “Not much so far, but that’s their theory. Jiang blackmailed Liu for a large sum. Any public exposure of the pollution caused by the chemical company at this juncture could jeopardize the IPO plan.”
    “So they have nothing but a theory?”
    “Well, one local factory has a record of paying Jiang a specific sum, under the guise of hiring him as an environmental consultant. The agreement is a bit ambiguous. It could have been compensation for his help with environmental protection, but it could also be money meant to silence him.”
    “But in that case, why should he have murdered Liu?” Chen said, shaking his head. “On the contrary, it is usually the person being blackmailed who has the motive to murder.”
    “Sometime before the murder, the two were heard arguing in Liu’s office. According to Internal Security, Jiang threatened Liu with information about the chemical company, and Liu fought back by counter-threatening to report him to the police for blackmail. The local authorities could have easily locked Jiang up, so that’s why he murdered Liu.”
    “What did Jiang say?”
    “Of course he denies everything.”
    “Well, we can’t rule out such a scenario, but it’s only one scenario and it’s not supported by evidence.”
    “That’s about all I can tell you,” Huang said, shrugging his shoulders.
    But was there something else behind it? Huang thought he could read the question in Chen’s eyes.
    “Can you find me some more information about Jiang?”
    “I’ll do my best, Chief. By the way, I’ve heard that Shanshan knows Jiang.”
    “Not surprising. They’re both dedicated to environmental protection, it seems.”
    Once again, Huang decided to wait until he found out more before saying anything else.
    They finished their box lunches, and Chen got up to throw the empty boxes into the trash bin. Huang took a look at his watch. His team members might start wondering about his long absence.
    “One more question, Chief,” he said, taking the paper napkin Chen handed him. “What kind of a book are you reading?”
    “Which book?”
    “The one you mentioned to Mrs. Liu. Something about the relation between religion and capitalism.”
    “Oh, it’s a book by Max Weber. I happened to find a copy in the library of the center.”
    “But why did you bring up the