by James Rosone
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As Chairman Zhang and his deputy Liang settled into the vehicle that would take them to their next meeting. Zhang saw the questioning look on his protégé’s face. Liang would never outwardly challenge him, but he decided to turn this last meeting into a teaching point. “Zhang Wei, as I groom you for higher office, there are certain things you must know and recognize in people,” Zhang began. “First, do not let any of your subordinates know too much. Second, do not immediately dismiss an idea just because it goes against party doctrine. Examine it first, then determine if the indiscretion would further or hurt the party. If it furthers it, then find a way to bend the rules without breaking them.”
He paused for a second as Liang looked at him attentively, “Information is power. Information in the wrong hands can also mean disaster. If Wen knows too much about our plans and accidentally slips, saying something at the wrong time or place, it could be pieced together by an intelligence organization. A piece here, a piece there, and soon, the enemy can see a picture.”
Liang nodded diligently. His boss was an astute man. He had to be to rise to the position of Chairman and essentially the Head of State Security. Balancing the military, economy and political realities was a daunting task; Zhang was juggling many balls in many different courts. Liang felt honored that he had been chosen to be Zhang’s replacement, pending of course that Zhang continued to stay in power long enough to retire or one day become President himself.
Stir Fry
Beijing, China
US Embassy
When Vincent Jones graduated Georgetown, he knew he wanted to work for the State Department, and he specifically wanted to be an expert on the region of China. He was fluent in both of the major languages of the mainland and had done a study abroad program in China his sophomore year, which really cemented his career choice. After finishing college, he was accepted into the prestigious diplomatic corps and elected to pursue the economic track. He had minored in economics at Georgetown, and he knew China was going to be the new economic power of the 21st century. He wanted to be a part of it.
After his initial years in training, his first overseas assignment was to Hong Kong. Living there had been a rich learning experience, and further reinforced his opinion that he wanted to make China his career track. Following that three-year assignment in Hong Kong, he returned to Washington, DC, and spent two years at headquarters where he met his beautiful bride, Leslie.
Leslie worked for a consulting firm that specialized in helping American firms that were looking to globalize their offices to include work in China. She was also fluent in both Mandarin and Cantonese, and like him, had traveled to China many times. Their interests were so aligned that it was really a whirlwind romance; they got married quickly, and she was eager to return with him on his next overseas assignment in Shanghai.
Vincent counted himself lucky to have been working overseas during the 2016 election madness. He hated Washington, DC, and all the politics that went with it. It truly was a quagmire in every sense of the word. He just wanted to further the interests of the American worker; he couldn’t care less about the politics that so many people consumed their daily lives with. When he got his next assignment to Beijing, he was ecstatic. He thought he might have had to do another tour back in DC, but he managed to dodge that proverbial bullet (although he did have to pull this tour as the political officer in order to round out his career).
Before he became the political officer, Vincent had helped to broker dozens of trade deals, and assist in the globalization of multiple American firms, bringing jobs to both countries. Because Vincent and his wife both had exceptional language skills, he had become highly respected by his Chinese counterparts and was routinely invited to a number of cocktail networking events between US and Chinese firms.
Now that he was the political officer, his duties had changed; he was to monitor the political activities of China and alert the State Department on how those actions may impact the United States, whether positively or negatively. He was more focused on the overarching developing changes in the China/India relationship and the souring of the China/Pakistan relationship. Viewing these diplomatic developments from an economic lens which he always used to analyze everything, Vincent saw the reason for these shifts. The Chinese had more to gain financially by having a better trading relationship with India than they ever would with Pakistan. Plus, the Pakistanis hadn’t exactly been helpful to either the US or China when it came to dealing with Islamic extremists.
Another economic and political challenge for China was its growing population. The growing swarm of people had now reached an astounding 1.371 billion people by 2015, and would continue to grow at a much higher rate in comparison to that of Europe and the US, especially with the relaxation of the One Child Policy beginning in November of 2013. The sheer volume of food products to be consumed by a population this size was a daunting challenge, especially given China’s geography and lack of arable fertile farmlands. Despite the country’s large territory, it did not have a “breadbasket” region like the Midwest of the United States. China had become a massive importer of food products from abroad, especially from America. This only increased since the year 2000, when the population of China began to move closer to the cities in droves, slipping away from the rural regions altogether.
The incredible economic boon that China had experienced over the last 30 years had created an enormous demand for energy and other natural resources, which was something that the Chinese were not able to satisfy with their own domestic production. They had taken full advantage of the cheap coal that was being sold by the United States and other countries; unfortunately, burning that much coal had resulted in poor air quality. The pollution levels in major cities were simply unsustainable. People were getting sick, and the dirty air was also beginning to affect the land and soil so desperately needed for food production. Vincent had a HEPA filter system in his home just to try and cut down on some of his own exposure. While China continued to move in the direction of renewable energy, it was going to be decades before they were able to produce enough power to eliminate the need for coal.
Since arriving in Beijing, Vincent had also been monitoring the political situations between Mongolia, Myanmar, Cambodia, Laos, and Vietnam. These were all areas that the Chinese considered part of a “Greater China,” seen as lost provinces. The more he continued to keep an eye on the situations there, something just wasn’t quite adding up with all of the activity taking place there between the Chinese diplomats and the security personnel, but he couldn’t quite place his finger on it.
As he was thinking about this mystery one day, Vincent was walking towards the cafeteria for lunch when he ran into the Regional Security Officer (RSO), Orlando Martinez. He smiled broadly. He was always happy to see this man that had become his friend. He waved over to him. “Hey Orlando, how are you doing today?”
The two of them fell in step towards the cafeteria. The smell of stir fry was wafting through the hallway as they approached.
“Oh, I’m fine. The wife and kids just got back from the new Disney Shanghai Resort. They had a great time, although of course I wish I could have gone,” Orlando replied, a bit sullen.
“I’m sorry you were not able to join them,” Vincent remarked, taken aback. “Something keep you here?” Vincent asked. He was curious to know what could have kept his friend from this trip; the poor guy had been planning that vacation for months. It was all he had talked about.
Orlando sighed. The two of them got in line for the cafeteria’s special of the day before he asked, “You know Mika, that new RSO that joined us two months ago?”
“Yeah, smart woman, and fluent in the language, too,” Vincent replied. Most RSOs rotated from one geographical region to another, so very few of them truly became proficient in the language of the host nation to which they were assigned. Vincent always thought it was a missed opportunity not allowing the RSOs to specialize in geographical regions so that they
could establish those critical language skills and law enforcement connections.
“Well, her mother died suddenly in a car accident, so she had to fly back for the funeral. Then, Tim’s wife went into labor a month early, so he had to be with her. Well, that meant we were down two RSOs. Normally, I wouldn’t have needed to stay, but with the tensions as high as they are with the elections back home, the Ambassador wanted me here,” Orlando replied, a bit glum.
“That’s really too bad, Orlando. Why is the Ambassador concerned about the election? From everything in the polls, it looks like a lock that the former Secretary of State is going to win.” As Vincent was talking, he placed some cabbage, carrots, and a few other veggies in a bowl before handing it to the grill cook to stir fry up for him. He loved stir fry day at the cafeteria. He especially liked the hot spicy garlic sauce they added to everything.
Orlando reached out and grabbed his steaming hot plate of food from the cook before responding. “There has been a lot of hacking activity going on in the US and Europe. Most of it has been coming from Russia. But that latest batch of Wikileaks documents shows some connection to a Chinese State-run organization. The FBI has been investigating it, and so has our office. I’ll just be glad when the election is over with and we can all go back to doing our jobs again,” Orlando said, rather perturbed that his vacation had been canceled. In his twelve years as an RSO, he had never had his time off canceled by an Ambassador. Then again, there had never been a concerted effort by foreign actors to try and influence the US elections to this degree.
As the two men paid for their lunch, Orlando signaled for Vincent to join him at a quiet table along the wall of the room.
As Orlando had finished a bite of food, he leaned forward and spoke softly. “Vincent, I have a question for you. What do you know about Chinese government involvement in Mongolia?”
That was kind of an odd question. China had always had some government involvement in Mongolia. “Well, that’s interesting that you bring it up. Recently, we’ve seen a lot of interest from the Chinese security service in Mongolia. What are you thinking, Orlando?” Vincent inquired, trying to dig a bit deeper at his meaning.
“Well, there have been some issues there lately. A friend of mine owns a private equity firm in Mongolia, so he provides me with a lot of good insight into the happenings. As you know, Rio Tinto has that $7 billion copper mine under construction. They also have a new uranium mine under construction that has caught the Chinese interest.”
Vincent nodded. Orlando paused long enough to take another bite of his lunch before continuing, “Most of the labor for the mines comes from China. However, over the last two years, there has been a lot of tension between Chinese and Mongolian workers. While Mongolia needs the Chinese laborers, there has been a deep-seated resentment and distrust between the two factions. The Mongolians believe the Chinese are trying to assimilate Mongolia into China by flooding the country with its own citizens.”
“Do you think there is any truth to that rumor?” asked Vincent.
After shoving another bite into his mouth, Orlando answered, “Well, Mongolia has roughly three million people. Yet there are five million Chinese workers living in Mongolia, and another six hundred thousand non-Asian expatriates. In just the last six months, there have been a dozen attacks against Chinese workers. While it is not one hundred percent known if all the attackers have been Mongols, the rise of violence between Chinese and Mongols has been increasing significantly. Have you heard of any intentions by the Chinese government towards Mongolia? I mean, I know it’s kind of a broad question I’m asking, but any little bit would help,” Orlando asserted.
Vincent took a long drink from his water, giving him time to think for a second before responding. “I will admit, I was not aware of some of those situations happening--though it does make sense why there has been an increase in the number of security service interactions with the Mongolians. I know there are a lot of mining interests in Mongolia, and the Chinese covet the fertile farmlands as well.” He paused for a second to consider something else. “For centuries, China has considered Mongolia to be a part of Greater China, but they also think that of most of Siberia and Southeast Asia. Look, I have a meeting with my counterpart next week; I will make a note to ask them about Mongolia and get back to you,” replied Vincent while pulling out his smartphone to make a quick note.
Once he finished typing, Vincent leaned forward. “Orlando, perhaps you can help me with a similar question. For decades, China has been buying large quantities of rice from Vietnam, Laos, and Cambodia, but I’ve noticed that it tapered off about two years ago. Do you happen to know if there is a diplomatic row between these countries and China?” Vincent inquired.
Orlando sat back in his chair, raising his left eyebrow in surprise at the question. “Surely you remember the dispute between the two countries over the Paracel and Spratly Islands in the South China Sea--those large oil and natural gas findings…then there was that situation with the oil rigs in the Gulf of Tonkin.”
Vietnam had discovered pockets of oil and natural gas that showed great promise. The resources were clearly in Vietnamese-controlled areas, but the Chinese had swooped in to claim territorial rights over them. Vietnam then took China to court over the dispute with the World Trade Organization, which ultimately sided with Vietnam. China, however, refused to recognize the verdict and severed trade relations with Vietnam.
Vincent snickered before responding, “Man, you sure know how to make a guy feel like an idiot. Remember, I’m new to the political officer side of the house. I was an econ guy for most of my career.” Orlando smiled. “I don’t know how I had forgotten that. I’ve been trying to figure out this food shortage problem that started about two years ago. The tonnage of food being imported in had not changed, but the volume of tonnage consumed had. I had overlooked the rice deal China and Vietnam used to have. I owe you a beer for helping me solve a problem that was right in front of me.” Vincent laughed at how stupid his question sounded now.
Orlando’s mouth curled up on one side. “It’s Ok, man. I’m sure you’ll get me back some time.”
The two chatted on between mouthfuls of stir fry, putting pieces together, but still blissfully unaware of the larger plots at play.
CMC and Politburo Pow Wow
Beijing, China
Great Hall of the People
The weather had finally turned cold and the fall leaves were nearly all gone. Winter would come soon enough, and then the smog would once again intensify as the 21 million residents of the city began to heat their homes and apartments. As Zhang walked into the private entrance to the Great Hall of the People, he removed his HEPA filter mask. He hated wearing that thing, but the smog this time of year made it a necessity.
It was not often that a meeting was called by the Central Military Commission (CMC) where the members of the Politburo Standing Committee were held in a joint session, but this was not an ordinary meeting. Today was the meeting that would decide whether or not China would move forward with Chairman Zhang’s plan to reassert Greater China and a new world order.
After everyone had gone through an extensive security check (which included a thorough sweep of electronic devices), the group was allowed to enter the secured briefing room deep in the bowels of the building. The secretive chamber was a suite of technology wizardry. One wall of the room was filled with large digital displays that could show power point briefings, or live satellite, drone or video feeds. The opposite wall had a large map of China, Asia, and the rest of the world. There were also several monitors that had various news outlets on as well.
Once everyone had entered the room, the eight members of the CMC and the six members of the Politburo Standing Committee took their seats at the elegantly hand-carved board table to discuss the future of China and the world. As Chairman Zhang had organized this joint meeting, he made sure to arrange the name placards on the table so there would be a member of the military sitting between each member of
the Politburo. He wanted everyone to be involved in the discussion. Of course, his deputy, Liang Zhang Wei, was sitting against the back wall and would note each person who was against moving forward with the plan. Each person who raised objections would be dealt with separately, to include the President if need be. The future of China and the world was too important for one or two men to stand in the way of progress. Zhang would see to that.
President Xi knew Chairman Zhang was working behind the scenes on a grand and elaborate plan with the Russians. While he knew most of what Zhang had been working on, this meeting would bring to light the full scope of it. President Xi was no fool; he knew there were structural problems within the Chinese society that needed to be solved. The size of their population, the lack of eligible single women for the hundreds of millions of single men, and food and natural resource shortages were proving to be more than challenging to sustain. The time for China to break out of its shackles was quickly approaching.
Zhang cleared his throat before beginning. “Mr. President, Generals, Politburo members, thank you for your time today as we discuss the future of China. As you know, I have been working behind the scenes to organize and develop a plan to realize the dream of a Greater China, one where our lost provinces are returned and where we can see China exert our true destiny.”
The various generals and politicians at the table all rustled a little in their seats. Many of the generals and politicians at the table, while not outwardly against such a thought, were reluctant to risk their stature and position to further China as a nation. They were comfortable with the status quo, which was why Zhang needed to identify who the holdouts would be, so they could be dealt with and replaced.