" Pearl 's been busy this morning," David said. "How long before we're taken in for questioning?"
David had used tame Western words for what could be hell in Beijing, but his worried look told Hulan that he wasn't taking this lightly. But before she could answer, she needed to know how far the story had gone. With Miss Quo still weeping, David ran through events to this point. He'd come to the office and found Miss Quo sobbing over a copy of the People's Daily. They turned on the television and learned more. Reporters and the local police had gone to Governor Sun's Taiyuan home and to his Beijing apartment, but he was in neither place. Between the time that Hulan had left the ministry and now, Vice Minister Zai had sent out a spokesperson to announce that the country should be on full alert for Governor Sun. He might try to leave the country, or he might try to disappear into the interior. People should report any strangers to their Neighborhood Committee or local police.
This had been followed by clips showing Sun at banquets, cutting ribbons at commercial fairs, and striding across cultivated land as peasants trailed along behind him, while the anchor discussed the acts of bribery and corruption. "This all seemed innocuous enough," David said, "but then the stories and with them the images shifted. Suddenly there was Sun clinking glasses with a Caucasian, posing with Henry and others before the Knight compound, and moving through a crowd, shaking hands and pressing the flesh as if he were a presidential candidate working his way through New Hampshire."
Unlike the U.S., where journalists were supposed to use the word "alleged" in connection with supposed crimes, the Chinese reporters had made no such attempt. Sun was portrayed as an enemy of the people, a man who was willing to sell China to the lowest and most corrupt bidder in the world-the United States of America. Randall Craig of Tartan Enterprises and his entourage had left the country. (That they'd gone to Singapore on a previously arranged trip was not mentioned.) The government promised a prompt inspection of the manufacturing giant's factories in Shenzhen.
David paused in his recitation when a visa photo of Henry Knight flashed on the screen. As the television anchor spoke, Hulan translated: "We opened our doors to this man. He has paid bribes to Governor Sun Can and who knows whom else since he has come to our country. The government suggests that he be expelled at once. The American embassy has made no official statement regarding either Knight or Tartan. America is a strong country, but we are strong too. China will not allow any bad fellows on her soil."
But the story didn't end here. Quo Xuesheng, David's assistant, translator, and secretary, was shown in a tight evening dress getting out of a limousine. "Is Miss Quo, daughter of Quo Jingsheng, the victim of these Western influences, or is she one of the co-conspirators? Her father, who is a well-respected member of our government, has been unavailable for comment, as he is in the United States on tour." In other words, the press, for now, was withholding judgment on Miss Quo. They might have to wait a day, a month, even a year or more before the government made its final decision on her and her father. But that didn't offer any solace to Miss Quo, who continued to weep.
And of course, those few grainy clips of David and Hulan dancing many months ago in the Palace Hotel appeared on the screen. More surprising was a shot of Hulan and David getting out of the Mercedes just last night in front of the Beijing Hotel. One of the video men who'd been there to record the arrivals to a wedding banquet had probably opened the morning paper, remembered the mixed-race couple from the night before, replayed the tape, found their faces, and had promptly gone down to China Central Television hoping for a little remuneration. However, the anchor gave the film a rather more sinister interpretation, reporting that her station's cameras had spotted Hulan and David as they went in for a clandestine meeting with Henry Knight and Governor Sun. (Hulan supposed that all across Beijing the handful of people who had been at the banquet were hoping that they hadn't been filmed by the wedding video crews, that the other shots taken by the official photographer wouldn't be released, that their names wouldn't arise in this mess.)
Once again the good and bad of Hulan's family background were dredged up. Reporters suggested that Hulan had been tainted by the West, by David, and by Governor Sun, who was of the same generation as Hulan's father. The implication was that if Sun and Hulan's father had been friends, then they were both equally wicked. If they were corrupt, then Hulan was without question corrupt as well. It wasn't a matter of what was false but rather what parts, if any, had been true.
"Where do they get this stuff?" David asked when Hulan stopped translating.
"This wouldn't happen if there wasn't agreement somewhere high in the government."
"But I don't understand why they would do such anti-American stories," David said.
Hulan looked at David in surprise. What did he think was happening here?
David tried to clarify what he meant. "I thought it was anything for profit. Business relations with foreign countries should be preserved no matter what the cost."
"Come on," she said, her fatigue deteriorating to impatience. "With China and the U.S. it's always the same. One minute they're friends; the next minute they're enemies. These things have little to do with us or even how things really are."
David thought back to his country's yearly hullabaloo over whether or not to give China most favored nation status and the ongoing conflicts over human rights while at the same time investing billions of dollars. These thoughts brought back the conversation they'd had with Pearl Jenner in the bar of the Shanxi Grand Hotel. All of that work she had talked about-the manufacturing of toys, computer chips, clothes-all of that went on even as American politicians beat their chests about China's unfair trade practices, its selling of nuclear technology to rogue nations, and its attempts to influence American elections. It was part of the American psyche not to look at the shades of gray in the big picture.
"We're so close-minded," Hulan said, as if reading David's mind, except that she was speaking of her own people. "The Chinese were the first explorers. It is said that we were the first ones to the Americas. We had fleets going across the Pacific, exploring, trading, but we looked, we saw, then we came home, shut the door, and built our walls even higher. I listen to these people on the news…" She shook her head in disgust. "They speak with smiling faces and tell one story as though it were true, but tomorrow they may have a completely different agenda to sell. One day we're forbidden to use the Internet; the next we're encouraged to use it. The day after that? Who knows? We might be forbidden again. Yesterday, every time a new deal was signed with an American company, these same reporters were covering it as though it was a great gift to China. Today those same deals are stained. Tomorrow, you may still see the deal with Tartan and Knight go through. If it does, these people will be doing stories about how the factory is bringing prosperity to the countryside. Three months ago you were our new friend, our hero; today you are once again a suspicious foreigner."
"How do you stand it?"
"How do you?" she asked back. "It's not so different in the U.S. Here our 'truth' is usually political propaganda. In the U.S. propaganda is disguised as 'truth.'"
Pearl Jenner reappeared on the screen. "I'm an American by birth," she said, "but I felt it was my duty as someone of Chinese blood to step forward. In America freedom of the press is a Constitutional right. It's our duty to expose wrong. That I have been able to help my ancestral homeland…"