“Well, it’s no longer an age of showing off just for the sake of doing
so. It’s a banquet for guanxi. Big bucks in the business for big bugs in the
government,” Lei said, putting a chunk of beef onto Chen’s plate.
“As Old Master Du said,” Chen replied, “The meat and wine go bad behind
the vermilion door; / by the roadside lie the bodies starved to death.”
“Life is short,” Lei said. “Let’s eat and drink.”
Across the aisle, a young girl was putting her bare foot on an old man’s
thigh, her red toenails like rose petals blossoming out of his carrot-thick
fingers.
After the meal, they moved down to the rest area on the second floor. It
consisted of large halls and small private rooms. The halls were for common
customers, where men and women kept coming and going in their striped
pajamas. Private rooms came in different sizes, providing privacy and
special service at varying prices.
“Look, it’s Tong Tian, the head of Zhabei District,” Lei whispered,
casting a suggestive look toward a man stepping into the private room across
the aisle.
“Yes, Secretary Tong. I recognize him too.”
“He has sent his wife and daughter abroad. Vancouver. His daughter
studies in a private school. They have a mansion there.”
“Well—” Chen understood the implication. Tong’s government salary was
perhaps about the same as Chen’s. It took no brains to figure out Tong’s
means of supporting his family abroad.
“With the door closed, a couple of pretty young girls at your service, a
few thousand yuan could go in a snap of fingers. The room fee alone costs
five hundred yuan an hour.” Lei concluded with an unexpected twist: “If our
Party cadres were all like you, China would have realized communism.”
The hall appeared cozy, comfortable. Each customer had a soft recliner
and a side table for drinks and snacks, and two large projection TVs showed
an American movie. In front of them, massage girls kept walking back and
forth, like bats flitting in the dusk.
“We’ve talked enough corruption for an evening,” Chen said. “Not a
pleasant topic after a rich meal.”
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