The Interior

"I'm going back to Da Shui Village. I think the answers are there."

"No!" he rapped out. "I was thinking you should go to Beidaihe and stay with your mother. It might remind people who you are." He thought for a moment, then said, "Better yet, go to Los Angeles. If you remain here, I don't know what will happen. Our anti-corruption policies are very strong now. If they demand your arrest, there's nothing I can do. The best thing for you to do is leave. Do you have your visa ready?"

"Of course, always." As a Red Princess she was always prepared to leave on a moment's notice. It also went without saying that she had plenty of cash-Chinese and American-hidden at her house.

"Go with your David to the United States," Zai said. "Take Lo with you. He'll always be able to reach me. I'll take care of your mother. I'll bring her to you as soon as I can." He put his hands on her shoulders. "You should never have come back here. Not in 1985 and not three months ago. It's time you realized your life lies elsewhere." He released her, looked around, and signaled for Lo and the car.

He stood on the hot asphalt and watched as the Mercedes left the compound. Then he headed back to his office, where, as soon as he had made the proper calls to ask that Sun be arrested and Miss Quo picked up, he would have to decide just how long he could wait before he ordered Hulan's and David's detainment.

When Hulan, hot and feeling exhausted, entered the small reception area of David's office, she saw Miss Quo crying into her hands. Hulan put an arm around the young woman, said a few soothing words, and escorted her into David's office. He was perched on the edge of his desk, staring at the television. Pearl Je

" 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 a

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 i

Unlike the U.S., where journalists were supposed to use the word "alleged" in co

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."