Chief Inspector Chen Cao, of the Shanghai Police Bureau, was invited to a
mega bathhouse, Birds Flying, Fishes Jumping, on a May afternoon.
According to Lei Zhenren, editor of Shanghai Morning, they would have all
their worries luxuriously washed away there. How much concern do you have?
/ It is like spring flood / of a long river flowing east. This ultramodern
bathhouse is really unique. Characteristics of the Chinese brand of
socialism. You wont see anything else like it in the world.
Lei knew how to persuade, having quoted for the poetry-liking chief
inspector three lines from Li Yu, the Southern Tang emperor poet.
Characteristics of the Chinese brand of socialism was a political
catchphrase, which carried a discordant connotation, especially in the
context of the unprecedented materialistic transformation sweeping over the
city of Shanghai. As it happened, Chen had just read about the bathhouse in
an English publication:
Every weekend night, about two thousand Chinese and several dozen
foreigners gather together naked at Niaofei Yuyaoa gigantic bathhouse,
where the masses soak in tubs of milk, sweat in the fire jade heat room,
watch movies, and swim in the pool. Its public and legal. After a round of
miniature golf (clothing required), you can get a massage (clothing removed)
and watch a Vegas-style show (the audience in pajamas, the performers in
less than pajamas) . . .
It took Chen two or three minutes to figure out the exact wording from
the Chinese phonetics niaofei yuyaobirds flying and fishes jumping. The
name of the bathhouse actually came from an ancient proverb: The sea so wide
for fishes to jump, the sky so high for birds to fly, which meant
figuratively infinite possibilities. Perhaps too pompous a name for a
bathhouse, yet a plausible allusion to its size and service. So he
responded, Such a bath may be too luxurious, Lei. I now have a hot shower
in my own apartment, you know.
Come on, Comrade Chief Inspector Chen. If you flash your business card,
the owner of the bathhouse will come rushing over, barefoot, to welcome you
in. A high-flying Party cadre, and a well-published poet to boot, you
deserve a good break. Health is the capital for making socialist revolution,
as Chairman Mao said long ago.
Chen had known Lei for years, first through the Writers Association, to
which both had belonged. Lei had majored in Chinese literature, and Chen, in
Western literature. But early on, they had both been state-assigned to their
respective jobs, regardless of their own interests. Starting out as an
entry-level business reporter, Lei had since enjoyed a steady rise. When
Shanghai Morning was founded the previous year, he was appointed the
editor-in-chief. Like other newspapers, Shaghai Morning was still under the
ideological control of the government but responsible for its own financial
welfare. So Lei made every effort to turn the newspaper into a more readable
one, instead of one simply full of polished political clichés. The efforts
had paid off, and the newspaper grew rapidly popular, almost catching up
with the Wenhui Daily in its circulation.
Lei talked about treating Chenin celebration of the newspapers success.
It was an invitation Chen found difficult to decline. For all these years,
Lei had made a point of publishing Chens poems in his newspapers.
But he could not be too cautious, Chen thought, in his position, in the
days of guanxiconnections spreading all over the city like a gigantic web.
My treat, Lei, he said. Last time you bought me a great lunch at Xinya.
It should be my turn now.
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