Opportunity is missed by most people because it is dressed in overalls and looks like work.
(Thomas A. Edison)
Nukes! The bloody Chinese were suffering from a cancer epidemic, so it seemed. It was caused by the residues of their freaky super bomb, manifestly. So, what in heaven was riding them to toy with nukes yet again? – On the stealth, to cap it all, they had tested a nuclear bomb some time ago; and their arsenal was estimated to encompass about twenty-odd atomic warheads. The FSO had sifted this out only recently. And Sinclair Weeks, the US plenipotentiary to China, had just been informed.
Washington was upset, of course. He was to catechise Premier Deng. The scoundrels were pocketing US aid on a massive scale – but for lack of anything better to do were building nukes… It was treachery, black treachery! And at the same time, they were swamping the States with cheap merchandise. – Well, Deng was out of town. So, delivering the curtain-lecture had to be postponed. – It had been a mistake, thought Weeks, to engage in China. He had the figures on his desk: they were soaking up more US aid than they were buying US goods; and merchandise made in China had become ubiquitous in the States.
They had lost 200 million people because of the super bomb and its aftermath, nevertheless they were already aggressively back on the international stage – and evidently they were directing their efforts towards conquering the US market. Weeks had been to Peking and Shanghai the other week; both had been rebuilt and were thriving like crazy. You wouldn’t believe they had been utterly destroyed only some few years ago. And here in Nanking, the capital, a construction boom was creating one new skyscraper each month. It was unbelievable…
Weeks hadn’t been prepared for this. China was a pitiable country, struck by the super bomb and the breakdown of public order, depending wholesale on US help; that had been his picture of China. But it wasn’t true. They were maniacs, human machines, working like mad, everywhere, all day long, seven days a week. Most were, it was true, grinding poor, in particular the farmers, yet, they all were dreaming of getting rich – and fat. There still were 350 millions of them, perhaps even 380 million already, as they were multiplying without restraint.
The cancer wouldn’t stop that. The bulk of the affections were hitting older folks, and young ones could still reproduce even if sick. – One should disengage, this was Weeks’ lesson learnt. Get out of here and close the door behind you, tightly. Small enterprises at home were already groaning under the competition. – But Washington wouldn’t listen to his counsel. The fuzzy dream of the colossal Chinese market was still prevailing. Yet, did people in the States know that the Chinese were dreaming of the boundless US market?