The Interior

10

TWO HOURS AFTER HULAN TOOK HER PLACE ON THE assembly line for her first full day of work, Investigator Lo dropped David off in front of the Administration Building. As with Hulan's initial visit, Sandy Newheart stood on the steps to greet him. The two men shook hands, then went into the building, making their way down a corridor to a conference room where Henry and Douglas Knight awaited their arrival. There were no other attorneys present.

Henry Knight's handshake was straightforward and firm. He was of average height and lean. His silvery hair curled just over his collar. "It's great to have you here," he said. "Randall Craig and Miles Stout said they'd send us someone who was familiar with China, our company, and was quick on his feet. They say you fit the bill." He looked over to where his son sat. "That's my boy, Doug."

Doug raised a hand and waved. He looked to be about forty-five. Like his father, he was thin. But while Henry seemed spry and full of vigor, Doug came across as gaunt and lethargic.

"Can I get anyone coffee?" Sandy asked. "I can have it brought in."

"No, thanks," Henry said. "I don't want some damn tea girl hovering around. We can break later." Then, "That okay with you, Stark?"

"Just fine."

The four men sat at one end of the table, leaving the other dozen seats empty.

"We're on a tight schedule with Tartan and I want to keep things moving along, so I'll start with a quick review for your benefit." Henry opened the file in front of him, waited for the others to follow suit, and said with a grin, "I've always liked the Tartan offer. They're acquiring us outright. Doug retains his position as chief financial officer for five years. I gracefully exit and enjoy my retirement. Tartan asked for and received a non-compete clause, so that if I come up with any new ideas they'll come straight here as they always have."

Henry checked the others, then went on. "But I don't plan to do much in the way of development. I want to enjoy myself-travel a bit, visit my old haunts. Doug, on the other hand, is still young. I built this company and grew it to where it is today. We have these new technologies, and who knows where they'll end up?" He turned his steel gray eyes on David. "I want my boy to be a part of that excitement."

"As I see it, everything you've asked for is right here," David assured him. "But I wouldn't be completely honest if I didn't tell you that once a conglomerate like Tartan buys a company like this, it gets to do what it wants. Sometimes the people who are left behind are squeezed out. Sometimes they're uncomfortable with all the changes. Sometimes it's a perfect fit. There are no guarantees."

"Is that what Miles told you to say?" Henry asked, grinning at David.

"No," David answered, "no, he probably wouldn't have liked that I said that."

"An honest lawyer," Henry said. "I guess that's why they pay you the big bucks."

The others in the room laughed, as they were supposed to. David did too, realizing that despite Henry's hard eyes and years of business, he fancied himself as a bit of a cutup.

"All right, then," David said, trying for a more lawyerly tone. "As I understand it, Miles Stout and Keith Baxter have gone through this about twenty times, so I know they're satisfied. And I'm assuming that none of you or your lawyers are worried about the substance of the agreement-"

"Yes, we've had lawyers look at things, but the buck stops with me," Henry said. "I'm the one who makes the decisions."

"Are you sure you don't want your attorneys here?" David asked.

"Only a fool would go into a transaction like this without having representation."

"I've come a long way in business without using too many lawyers," Henry said. "Mine have vetted everything. It looks good to them. My feeling is, why fly them out here first-class, put them up in a hotel, and hire them companions for the night, when I know my company better than anyone else? Put another way, it's my money that's at stake, and I'm satisfied."

David looked at Sandy and Doug to gauge their reaction to this outburst. Sandy drummed on the papers in front of him with his pen; Doug seemed to be daydreaming. Both were reactions that David had experienced with his own father on occasion. No, Henry Knight wasn't the first entrepreneur to be a little eccentric. If that's the way they wanted to play it, it was fine with David.

"The final deal is slated to be signed in Beijing on July 21, with monies and power transferring on that date," David continued. "I know Miles and Keith have covered all this. Still, my main area of expertise is litigation, so I always like to double-check potential trouble spots. I don't mean those places where anyone is trying to slip something clever past the other side. By my reading and from what Miles has told me, all that's been taken care of to the satisfaction of both parties. I'm talking about places where Tartan might be exposed to future litigation."

"Are you asking me if I have anything to hide?" Henry asked in a friendly tone.

"You can put it that way if you like," David replied, also keeping his voice light.

"Well, we don't. Keith made sure about that."

"That's good, because you've got a good deal here. Seven hundred million is a lot of money. You don't want something to come up three years from now and bite Tartan on the ass. Because I can guarantee you that we'll come back to you full force."

Henry threw his head back and hooted with laughter. "Miles said you were full of vinegar. I like that."

David continued evenly, "So, I hope you can answer some questions, if only for my benefit."

"Do you have any outstanding lawsuits or any threats of lawsuits that you know are lurking out there somewhere?"

Henry glanced at his son and Sandy, then said, "None. I've always run a clean shop. We've paid our bills. We've never gotten in trouble with the unions."

"How about product liability?"

"None," Henry answered.

"You manufacture toys," David pressed. "It seems to me I've read about cases where some kid swallows a part or gets bitten by a doll or some crazy thing."

"Hasn't happened with my products," the older man answered swiftly.

"You're sure-"

"I already told you, twice."

David leaned back in his chair, quietly evaluating the meeting. In the U.S. Attorney's Office he asked questions and, for the most part, people had to answer them. Now he was back in the private sector, where he had clients. He was here because Tartan had hired him for his expertise and advice. But as everyone kept reminding him, the due diligence was done and so was the deal. His role in these final days was reduced to that of cruise director: keep everyone happy, keep the deal moving along, and watch out for possible diplomatic snafus. The problem was that David didn't know the Knights and they didn't know him. They were all working against a deadline, but they still needed to trust each other.

"How long have you been in business?" David asked, changing strategies, hoping to get to know the man behind this enterprise.

Henry thought for a moment, regarding David the whole while. Then he nodded as if to say he understood what the younger man was doing. "My grandparents emigrated from Poland in 1910, when my father was ten," he began. "He was supposed to go to school. Instead he went to work shining shoes. When he was fifteen, he got a job selling penny banks. By the time he was twenty, he'd started a little company for school supplies. Ironic, isn't it? Here was a man who didn't finish school, but he made his living selling pencils, slate boards, notebooks, chalk."

Henry peered over at David. "Knight International. Such a grandiose name for a one-person operation, but my dad liked it. Obviously our last name wasn't Knight back then. You'd have thought he would have taken a name that was somehow more American, but he loved the idea of knights-the pageantry, the jousts on horseback, the gallantry. The name and all it implied were about as far from Poland and his childhood as he could get."

"Did he manufacture chess sets?"

Henry shook his head. "No, only school supplies. We didn't get into chess sets until much later. We were the first to make the pieces out of plastic, but that's getting ahead of the story. My dad married the daughter of one of his customers. I came along soon enough. I was five when the Depression hit. Schools stayed open, thank God, but really most people couldn't afford much in the way of extras. Times were hard, sure. But my dad also let people take advantage of him, because, he said, if someone was that desperate he probably needed that something more than we did. Then there was a lawyer who told my father all of the wrong things. He was nearly ruined."

"Which is why you don't like lawyers."

"I just like to make my own decisions. My father almost lost Knight, this company that was his whole life. I was just a little kid, but I'll never forget it."

"Something like that can make you pretty tough," David observed. "Both of my parents were kids during the Depression. They were both raised in families that struggled. I look at my parents now and think that that period-those 'formative' years-defined them for life." David thought for a moment, then added, "That and the war."

Henry nodded. "Where was your dad?"

"He was in the army, stationed in London."

"Not bad duty, if you can get it."

"In some ways it was the most fun my father ever had," David said.

"And in others?"

"War is hell. That's what he always said."

"Well, sport, he was right on both counts."

David shrugged. He rarely spoke about his family with strangers, but Henry made it seem easy.

"I was stationed in China," Henry said. "First in Kunming, then… I got around, especially in those months after the Japanese surrender."

"What were you doing?"

Henry didn't answer the question; instead he said, "Like your father, I had the time of my life. You just can't imagine what Shanghai was like back then. Every night we went out dancing and drinking and womanizing. It was fast. Exotic. That's a word that gets shit on these days, but I'm telling you, back then Shanghai was exotic."

"And what were you doing?" David repeated.

But before Henry could answer, his son asked, "Dad, shouldn't we get to work here?"

It was the first time Doug had spoken, and it took everyone by surprise. Henry checked his watch and said, "Give me another minute, then we'll take a quick break, grab some of that coffee Sandy's got brewing somewhere, then come back and get down to it. All right?"

Doug looked away. David wondered if Henry always dismissed his son's suggestions so casually.

But Henry's stride had been broken, and he hurriedly finished. "I thought I'd stay out here after the war. I got to know some people and had some pretty good ideas now that I look back on it. But then China closed and that was that. I went back home to New Jersey and started working for my dad. The baby boom came on strong, but the company wasn't going to feel it until those kids hit kindergarten. I began to think of ways to reach them earlier."

"Mr. Knight practically invented the preschool market," Sandy interjected. "That's why he's in the Toy Industry Hall of Fame in New York."

"I can't take any real credit for that," Henry said modestly. "Ruth and I wanted children. We wanted them to have something fun and educational to play with. That's all."

The phone rang. Sandy picked it up, spoke a few words into the receiver, hung up, and said to the others, "Something's come up in the Assembly Building that I need to take care of, so let's go ahead and take that break."

They left the room and together walked back to what Henry Knight explained to David was the heart of the company. Then the three company men left David to peruse Knight's brag wall. After about ten minutes, David had seen enough and decided to see if he could find the others. He stepped outside into the heat, looked around, and saw Henry and some other men clustered together next to a pile of something in front of a building to his left. David strolled their way, taking off his jacket and loosening his tie.

"I don't see how this could happen," Henry was saying in a quavering voice as David neared. When he reached them, the men stepped aside and David saw the figure of a woman dressed in a pink smock lying crumpled on the hard-packed earth. The smock was stained dark red with blood. The woman's arm was mangled, but this was nothing compared to the terrible thing that had happened to her head, which had flattened and split against the ground. Her dark eyes stared at the sky. Her injuries and the rag-doll quality of her limbs reminded David of Keith, but the familiarity of that nightmare didn't make this one any easier to take.

"Come on, Dad," Doug pleaded. "Step away. Let the others take care of it."

"No!" Henry jerked his son's hand off his shoulder. " Sandy, I'm asking again. How could this happen?"

But Sandy didn't answer. Instead he bolted away, leaned over, and threw up.

"Sir." This wavering syllable came from one of the men in the group. He was young and his face was as white as alabaster. "Sir," he tried again. He swallowed a couple of times and turned his eyes away from the bloody mess at his feet. "It's my fault. I shouldn't have left her alone."

"Who are you?"

"Aaron Rodgers, sir. I'm the manager for the assembly area. There was an accident. She… Does anyone know her name?" When no one answered, the young man gulped again and continued. "Her arm got caught in the shredder. It was bad, but not this bad." Aaron started to sway. David stepped forward, grabbed him, and led him over to the Assembly Building steps.

"Put your head down for a minute," David said. He looked around. "Can someone get some water, maybe a cold cloth?"

A heavyset Caucasian man whom David had yet to meet nodded with military precision, went into the building, and returned with a couple of paper cups filled with water which he gave to David. Then the man went over to the dead woman, flipped open some fabric, and let it settle on her. From here he walked to Sandy and escorted him to the steps to sit with Aaron Rodgers. "Drink this," he said in an Australian accent. Then, as Sandy stared over at the body, the other man said, "I'll get this cleaned up before the women have their lunch break."

"Go ahead, Jimmy," Sandy said.

"Don't you think you should wait for the police?" David asked.

Jimmy turned his squinty eyes on David. "We're way the hell out here in the middle of nowhere. You want to wait for the police and have a thousand women go hysterical when they come outside on their lunch break and see their friend or whatever squashed like a melon?" he asked sarcastically. "Or how about this? You want to sit around and wait five hours for the locals to arrive and have that thing over there start stinking up the place?"

"All I'm saying is, we don't know what happened," David said.

This was Aaron's cue, and he resumed his narration. "I carried her upstairs to my office," he said. "You know how we have those cots in there?" David didn't, but he nodded anyway. "I laid her down. She was upset, screaming about not wanting to die. Why did I leave her alone? Why did I go to another office to make my calls? Why didn't I just carry her straight to the clinic?" His whole body shook as if trying to shake away his guilt. "I don't know what I was thinking. I wasn't, I guess. I called Sandy. I knew Mr. Knight would be here today, and I wanted to tell him about the accident in person. After I called Sandy, I tried Madame Leung. When she wasn't in her office, I called the nurse straightaway."

David thought, Straightaway? It must have been five minutes at least.

"Then I went to find Madame Leung. I wanted her to stay with… with… the injured girl. I thought she would want a woman with her. Madame Leung was in the control area, speaking over the loudspeaker to the workers down on the floor. It was important to keep them calm, don't you think?" The young man looked earnestly at David. "But when we got back to the office, the girl was gone." Aaron's face went a few shades whiter. David put a hand on the back of Aaron's neck and pushed his head back down between his knees.

Doug Knight said, "She must have jumped out of your window."

"No," Aaron mumbled. "My office isn't on this side. My office faces the back and looks out over the wall."

David looked up at the building. There were no windows on this side.

"Well," Doug said conversationally, "she must have climbed up to the roof, then."

"Christ almighty, you're a cold-hearted bastard!" Henry stared at his son, his fists in tight balls at his side. "A woman has died here. Our family has been in business for more than seventy years. We've never lost an employee."

"All I'm saying, Dad, is that she killed herself," Doug went on calmly. "It's not your fault."

The older man, reacting to his son's soothing tones, gradually regained his composure. Then he turned away, walked back to the body, and knelt beside it.

"He's old," Doug said to no one in particular. "I hope he'll be strong enough to deal with this." Then Doug went over to his father, put an arm on his shoulder, and spoke softly to him.

Hurriedly the body was removed and the blood washed away. Several times Doug pleaded with his father to go back to the conference room, but the old man couldn't seem to tear himself away. Since he wouldn't leave, the rest of them couldn't either. At one, the bell rang and hundreds of women began filing out of the Assembly Building. Soon the courtyard was a sea of women in pink smocks with pink bandanas. Many of them walked arm in arm, chatting and laughing together. A couple of the younger women-perhaps on dares from their compatriots-waved and smiled at the foreigners, then began calling out greetings. David couldn't understand the words, but he could tell they were friendly from the women's smiles and infectious giggles. As the women eddied by, David searched for Hulan, but how could he find one face amidst this basically faceless crowd? Once they were past, David glanced over at Aaron Rodgers and was relieved to see that color had come back to his cheeks.

At last Henry turned and headed in the direction of the Administration Building, the others following close behind. Once back in the conference room, Henry still appeared unsteady, but his son moved to sit next to him, which seemed to bring the older man a measure of comfort. David suggested that they break for the day, but Henry dismissed the idea, saying, "There's nothing more we can do about that poor woman now. Let's keep this moving." Then he turned to Sandy and added, "But I want you to find out who she was. Make sure her family has the means for a proper burial. The Chinese set great store in that, you know. Make a payment to the family. Cash is always good. And if she had children-" "I'll take care of it," Sandy said.

"Okay, then." Henry turned his gray eyes on David. "I guess I spoke too soon about liabilities."

"A suicide could hardly be Knight International's fault," David said. "What about the injury that happened on the factory floor?" "We'll have to look into it," David replied. "Have there been other accidents?"

"None," Henry said.

David looked questioningly over at Sandy.

"This is a first," Sandy said. "Sure, we have some problems, but nothing that a little peroxide and a Band-Aid won't cure."

Again, a week ago David could have demanded answers, but he was back in private practice. The finalization of the deal was the most important thing for his client as well as the Knights, so he didn't have the luxury of grilling these people. Besides, Keith must have covered this material a hundred times over. So David moved on, re-addressing the due diligence issues that he'd brought up earlier in the day. Did Knight have any outstanding lawsuits? Henry answered no.

"Looking ahead, do you foresee any lawsuits?" "Maybe from that woman's family," Henry replied glumly. David shook his head. "I think you can take care of that. As you've said, you'll provide for the woman's family even though it's a suicide. Your generosity will go a long way in a peasant family. But I'm not talking about what happened today. Right now Tartan is concerned with any possible liabilities it will be facing when it acquires your company. So I want you to think broadly about such things as copyright infringement, manufacturing defects, patents, licensing agreements."

They spent the next couple of hours going over each issue. Henry let Doug and Sandy do most of the talking, but this made sense. Not long after Henry had decided to move operations to China, he'd had the first of his heart attacks, so the responsibility for building this compound had fallen on Doug and to a lesser extent Sandy. All of which had ultimately worked to the company's advantage. If Henry hadn't been home recovering, he never would have stayed put long enough to come up with not only the idea for Sam amp; His Friends but also the technology. During the months he'd been homebound, he'd brought in all manner of toy and software designers to help him turn his concepts into reality. All of it- even the things that had been invented by others-was owned entirely by Knight International.

Even in a worst-case scenario Knight looked good. They had patents pending on some of the new technologies and materials used in the Sam amp; His Friends line. The Knights insisted that there were no manufacturing defects, and they reiterated what David already knew: Knight International had a fair record with labor. Still, part of the reason Knight had come to China was to avoid dealing with the American unions.

"Our workers here do have a union of sorts," Sandy explained. "The elected union leader also serves as on-site party secretary. We've found Madame Leung very easy to deal with. Actually, we couldn't get along without her. She's like a den mother, troubleshooter, and conflict resolver rolled into one. Our workers go to her when they have problems at work, but also when they have problems at home. Since most of our workers live right here in dormitories, you can imagine how conflicts might come up. But," he added, "a lot of the women get lonely for their husbands or children. We've had a few cases of women having affairs with the men here."

"I haven't seen many men," David noted. "In fact, I haven't seen many people at all except during the lunch break."

"We try to keep the men and women separated from each other as much as possible," Sandy said. "All of the men are locals. They crate the packaged products for shipping, load the trucks, deal with refuse. We've trained them how to use forklifts and…" Sandy smiled sheepishly. "Well, you get the idea. The point is, they're almost always in the warehouse or the shipping building. Their lunch break is at a different time than the women's. The only time they see each other is at the end of the day when the men go home and the women go to their dorms."

"All that to discourage fraternizing?"

"Madame Leung thinks it's best," Sandy said. "I'm sure you've heard a lot about how inhibited the Chinese are about sex. They're especially puritanical about extracurricular sex. I'm talking about serious penalties for screwing around. Did you know there was a time you could get sent to a labor camp for having an affair with a married woman? Things have always been a bit looser in the countryside, where the government isn't watching as closely and the attitudes are, shall we say, cruder. Nevertheless, we employ married women and single girls. Most of them are far from home and lonely. While there are still plenty of ways for the men and women to get together-this is a big place and all it takes is a few minutes-we're trying to do what we can to prevent broken hearts and unwanted pregnancies."

David moved on to licensing agreements. Like Sam amp; His Friends, several of the older products had also originated from television or movie characters, but those licenses had been locked into place years ago. In fact, Knight's relationship with the various studios had only improved with the wild success of Sam amp; His Friends. David finally had to ask Henry the question that had been gnawing at him since he'd read about the sale on the day of Keith's funeral. "With so much opportunity out there, plus the way you love your company, why are you selling?"

"Haven't you heard? I'm a dying man," Henry said.

David regarded the older man. He still looked shaken from seeing the dead woman, but death seemed very far from him personally. Henry looked strong and fit for a man his age. "Ill or not, how can you give up something you so obviously love?"

"It's a new world. I've lived my life in the toy business. Sure, I've made my forays into Hollywood, and they've been very profitable. But I don't want to spend the rest of my years in New York and L.A., going to lunches in fancy restaurants or commissaries, chatting up studio marketing and licensing people."

"You could let someone else do those things," David said.

"But it's my company. I like to be in control. Oh, not everything. I've never cared much for everyday operations."

"He means," Sandy clarified, "that he likes to sit on the floor arid invent toys. He likes to work with the test groups-kids and moms. He likes to go to the toy fairs and put our products into the hands of the people who'll sell them. There isn't another company where the inventor is so closely linked with the end user. It's what's made Knight so successful."

"Then why sell?" David pressed.

"Because we've come to a crossroads," Henry said. "I just don't like the outside demands on my time." He got an almost dreamy look on his face. "I'll travel, maybe find an island or someplace around here, set up a little workshop out back…"

As he spoke, David understood why this was such a great deal for Tartan. Knight International had done extremely well over the years and Henry was a genius, but his iron-fisted control over the company and its practically nonexistent board of directors had undoubtedly kept Knight from expanding. With a host of managers, lawyers, accountants, and designers set to come in, and with Henry's commitment to bringing his products "home," the Knight brands under the Tartan umbrella could skyrocket.

And the conglomerate wasn't just buying a company with great potential, but would also continue to avail itself of the services and connections of Phillips, MacKenzie amp; Stout, in particular Miles Stout. Henry Knight had made his connections in Hollywood, but for years he'd been isolated in New Jersey and more recently isolated because of ill health. Tartan was in L.A., as was Phillips, MacKenzie. Miles, David recalled, had spent a lot of the firm's money on entertaining Hollywood bigwigs over the years. By getting his children into the right private schools, he'd developed personal relationships with studio heads. He'd coached Michael Ovitz's kid for a soccer season. His wife had set up play dates with the Roth kids. He'd helped Lew Wasserman get his grandchild into Brentwood Elementary. In turn, these media giants had invited Miles to be a fourth for tennis, to play a round of golf at the Riviera Country Club, to give money to their favorite charities, to go to screenings and premieres, and to join their Oscar-night parties. David could remember those evenings in years past when Miles and Mary Elizabeth had been whooshed away in a limousine to go party-hopping from the MCA Universal tent to the Paramount soiree to the Sony bash. Those studio relationships, while not part of the building blocks of the contracts, did act as the mortar. Add to this a final bonus: an independent contractor- in this case an eccentric toy inventor-coming up with new products on his island hideaway.

So, if the information Sandy Newheart and the Knights were giving him was correct-and David would have to check that it was-then he felt confident that this aspect of the deal would be all right. That still left what Tartan and Knight, as public companies, needed to disclose to the government: the financial details on past performance as well as what the consolidated company would look like, what the shareholders would get and if it was fair, documents dealing with antitrust issues since the original companies were both in the toy business, and affidavits stating that their officers and directors were in compliance with their respective companies' codes of conduct-meaning no instances of bribery, undisclosed transactions with vendors, or violations of the laws of the countries in which they operated.

"I see that Keith and your people have already provided the SEC with what it needs to know," David said, flipping through the papers.

"As you say, we're square on all of that," Henry said. "You've got the evidence right in front of you."

And on it went.

At four a young woman escorted Governor Sun Can and Assistant Secretary Amy Gao into the room. Unlike the last time that David had met Sun in Beijing, for this occasion he was dressed quite casually in slacks and a short-sleeve white shirt which emphasized his physical strength. From his vantage point David could see the incredible charisma that Sun exuded as he circumnavigated the table, exchanging individual greetings with everyone in the room. David supposed that Sun's ability to make people feel special was what had made him such a successful politician.

All the while Amy Gao stood patiently with her back against the wall, her impenetrable brown eyes coolly surveying the room. David was aware that in China an underling was hardly ever addressed or acknowledged and would never be presumptuous enough to step forward and introduce him- or herself. So David decided to approach Amy, for the very simple reason that if he was to represent Sun, then he would need to have a good relationship with his right-hand woman. Most likely Amy Gao would be able to provide more details on a particular matter or be able to look up information more quickly than the governor himself. But where Sun projected ease, his assistant appeared beautiful but undeniably stiff and formal. Her response to David's self-introduction was a brief handshake and a clipped "How do you do?"

Once they all resumed their seats, with Amy taking a chair against the wall behind her superior, Sun addressed Henry. "I know you're all very busy with your sale, but I wanted to come and see if there's anything I can do to help facilitate matters."

"I'm always grateful for any help that the governor can provide," Henry said. "But in this instance things are moving along fine. We see nothing but clear weather ahead."

"This is good news," Sun responded, keeping his official demeanor. He cocked his head in David's direction. "You may not know this, but Henry Knight was the first to recognize the possibilities of Shanxi Province."

"Oh, now, Sun," Henry interrupted. "We're all friends here. You don't need to give David the full treatment, you know."

The two men laughed, and the others from Knight quickly joined in. Then Henry, still beaming, explained to David, "We've known each other since the war. Hell, we were a couple of kids, but we did some serious carousing, didn't we, Sun? When I came back to China, I knew whom I had to find. Only I didn't know what I'd find-some broken peasant, maybe he was dead, I didn't know. But I get over here and look who's practically running the show. I can't tell you how easy he made it for us. He found this property. When we were building the compound and I was home in the hospital, he got the tradesmen here on time, he kept the work moving steadily forward, and he dealt with all the red tape. We never would have gotten up and running if not for him."

Sun acknowledged this with a slight bow of his head, then said, "It is I who owe much to you. I had a vision for my province. You were the first to turn it into reality. Now we have other companies from France, England, Australia, Germany, and, of course, the United States. We may not have Mattel, Nike, or Boeing yet, but once they see what we've done here, they'll come. Why? Because our land and labor prices are cheaper than on the coast. But the real gift is not what we can give you. It is what you have given us. You remember, Henry, what it was like here fifty years ago? Terrible poverty. Always we were having famine or drought or flood, then you add to that war… It was bad. Even when you first came back to visit in 1990, life for common people had not changed so much. But today you can see what prosperity has done not only to our big provincial cities of Taiyuan and Datong but also to our villages."

David glanced around the room, noting that the others looked bored with this ongoing mutual admiration fest. Perhaps they'd listened to it too many times and no longer heard the real content of the words, but David heard them. Sun had obviously done a lot to make things run smoothly for his old friend. In the West this might have meant a few phone calls, but in China it could mean anything from a few phone calls to coercion, graft, or bribery. Despite these red flags, David couldn't imagine that the governor-with his straightforward manner, his ease with people, his obvious love of his home province, and his rapid rise in power-could be personally involved with such underhanded business practices. For that matter, neither could Henry Knight. Watching the two of them together, David saw two mannerly gents bound together by some good times in the past. On different continents and in vastly different cultures, they had both risen to prominence. They had made money. They had achieved success.