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“I won’t let you ask any questions.”
“Agreed.”
“How will you introduce me?”
“As my fiancée,” he answered. “But I mean it, Hulan, no questions. No investigating in front of me.”
She agreed to his terms, then asked, “Where will you be tomorrow?”
He smiled grimly. “Randall Craig and others from Tartan are arriving tonight. Tomorrow there’s some sort of celebration; then we have more meetings before flying to Beijing.” He thought for a moment, then added, “I’ll try to talk to Randall first thing in the morning. Later I’ll try to see Sun. You never know. He may just tell me what’s happening.”
They had a plan, but they’d left much unsaid. For both of them there was no question that they should go forward no matter what the physical, psychological, or professional danger. But they were on separate tracks now, on opposite sides. The more they pursued their own investigations, the more obvious they would become. The more they asked questions, the more likely they would be targeted just as Keith and Miaoshan had been.
15
THE NEXT MORNING BEFORE DAWN, INVESTIGATOR LO drove Hulan out into the countryside and left her by the side of the road, where she found a rock on which to wait. Even before the pink streaks of dawn had faded into the dull white of day, the family that worked this tract of land emerged and began the long, slow process of watering the field. The mother, wearing a wide-brimmed, conical straw hat, carried a pole across her shoulders from which two buckets of water were suspended. The father and son each used a ladle to scoop out the water and carefully pour it on the roots of the individual plants.
The air stirred not at all this morning, and Hulan felt already that she was sitting in a steam room. Still, people went on with their lives, slowly but with increasing numbers appearing on the road’s horizon. Some pushed wheelbarrows piled high with corn. Others pedaled past with baskets of produce strapped to the sides of their bicycles. But most carried their goods in large baskets lashed to their backs. One man was dwarfed by the load of hay he carried that rose a good five feet above his head and stretched out another couple of feet on either side of him. His back was bent double from the size if not the weight of his load, which bounced with each step.
At 6:30, as several unencumbered men walked past, Hulan stood and joined the parade. A few minutes later she reached the Knight compound. Each time she came here she marveled at how it rose up out of the landscape and stood starkly against the red soil and the hot white sky. Outside the gates over a hundred men milled about. As she had done yesterday evening, she drifted into the center of the crowd.
The gates opened and the men surged forward. Hulan felt herself pushed along. Once inside the compound, she stuck with the men as they walked to the warehouse. At the last moment she drifted apart to stand in the shadow of the Administration Building and take her bearings. Unlike the day before, this morning there was a lot of activity in the courtyard. Some of the men who’d entered the warehouse immediately reappeared with poles which they stuck into pre-set holes in the ground, while others began unrolling canvas for the canopy which would shade the hand-over celebration.
At quarter to seven the women began leaving the cafeteria. Seeing Peanut, Hulan swung into step with the young team leader. “I was scared you wouldn’t come back,” Peanut said. Then she took one of the two smocks that were draped over her arm, handed it to Hulan, and added, “Here, put this on quickly.”
The two women slipped the pink material over their arms and buttoned up. Hulan tied her matching
bandana over her hair.
As they wound through the Assembly Building’s maze of corridors, Hulan whispered, “Can I ask you something about Miaoshan?” When Peanut nodded, Hulan asked, “You said she was a troublemaker. What did you mean by that?”
Peanut slowed, turned her head, and looked up at Hulan. “Always you are asking questions! What are the men doing? How do you get out of here? Now you ask about someone you never met. Why? Did the foreigners send you inside here? Is that why you were able to leave last night and sneak back in so easily? Am I going to lose my job because I helped you?”
“No, no, and no.”
Someone behind them called out, “Hey! Hurry up! We don’t want to be late because of your slow walking!”
Hulan and Peanut picked up their pace. Hulan leaned her head toward Peanut’s and spoke softly. “Remember when I came into our room the first time and you said no one wanted that bunk because of the ghost spirit? Since I slept there, I can’t stop thinking about this girl. Even now she troubles me.”
“Because her ghost spirit is the same as her live spirit. Miaoshan only brings trouble to people.”
“Did she report others for their transgressions or complain to Madame Leung about the other women?”
“You are going in the wrong direction,” Peanut said. “It was the other way. All the time she is complaining to us about the machines, about the long day, about the food we eat. She says to us, ‘We can go on strike. We can make the company improve things.’ All the time she is pestering Madame Leung and reciting all of the things that are bad in here. You know what she says? That our toilets are not good. I can’t understand that. In my village no one had a toilet inside the house. In fact, I had never even seen a toilet like this until I came here. When I first saw those things, I didn’t know what to do. One of the women had to show me.”
They turned a corner and Hulan saw the entrance to the factory floor.
“I’ll tell you something else,” Peanut said. “You don’t know many people here yet, but everyone is nice. Even so, I can tell you that everyone—even the mothers and the older women—were happy when Miaoshan died, because we were all afraid of her words. What if we had gone on strike? What would have happened to us if we all lost our jobs?”
Entering the factory, Hulan saw Tang Siang already in position before the conveyor belt. Her face was slightly swollen from lack of sleep and her hair had not had the benefit of a brush. She didn’t look happy.
At seven the bell rang, the machines cranked to life, and work began. The three women worked silently side by side, shoulder to shoulder. In such close proximity and in such a hot room, Hulan couldn’t help but notice the smell of sex that radiated from Siang. She didn’t seem inclined to talk. Peanut sensed this and bent her head to her work, expertly threading the hair through the doll heads. Although Hulan had many questions she wanted to ask, she followed Peanut’s lead. Fortunately, Hulan didn’t have to wait long before Siang broke her silence.
“Well, Peanut, aren’t you going to ask me about Manager Red Face?” Siang petulantly demanded at last.
Wordlessly Peanut scooped up another head and began jabbing.
“This I know,” Siang said. “He is a man like any other. He talks sweet words until he gets what he wants, then talks some more when he wants it another way. I tell him I’m not a gutter girl, but he wants to do gutter things. He says, ‘Miaoshan does this for me. You do it too.’ Miaoshan, Miaoshan. Always I’m hearing that name. It makes me crazy!”
