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s。 The people choose which succeeds and which fails。 Women's clothing in particular is an industry as volatile as vapor。 It does not take much to make such a pany fail。 As a result； those panies will not assume additional and unnecessary risks。 To do business with the People's Republic； now； today； is something they see as an unnecessary risk。〃
Fang took a drag and thought about that。 It was； actually； something he'd always known； intellectually； but never quite appreciated。 America was a different place； and it did have different rules。 And since China wanted American money； China had to abide by those rules。 That wasn't politics。 That was practicality。
〃So； you want me to do what？〃
〃Please； tell your fellow ministers that this could mean financial ruin for us。 Certainly for my industry； and we are a valuable asset for our country。 We bring wealth into China。 If you want that wealth to spend on other things； then you must pay attention to what we need in order to get you that wealth。〃 What Ren could not say was that he and his fellow industrialists were the ones who made the Politburo's economic （and therefore； also political） agenda possible； and that therefore the Politburo needed to listen to them once in a while。 But Fang knew what the Politburo would say in reply。 A horse may pull the cart； but you do not ask the horse where it wishes to go。
Such was political reality in the People's Republic of China。 Fang knew that Ren had been around the world； that he had a sizable personal fortune which the PRC had graciously allowed him to accumulate； and that； probably more important； he had the intelligence and personal industry to thrive anywhere he chose to live。 Fang knew also that Ren could fly to Taiwan and get financing to build a factory there； where he could employ others who looked and spoke Chinese； and he'd make money there and get some political influence in the bargain。 Most of all； he knew that Ren knew this。 Would he act upon it？ Probably not。 He was Chinese； a citizen of the mainland。 This was his land； and he had no desire to leave it； else he would not be here now； pleading his case to the one minister…well； probably Qian Kun would listen also…whose ear might be receptive to his words。 Ren was a patriot； but not a munist。 What an odd duality that was 。 。 。
Fang stood。 This meeting had gone far enough。 〃I will do this； my friend；〃 he told his visitor。 〃And I will let you know what develops。〃
〃Thank you； rade Minister。〃 Ren bowed and took his leave； not looking better； but pleased that someone had actually listened to him。 Listening was not what one expected of Politburo members。
Fang sat back down and lit another cigarette； then reached for his tea。 He thought for a minute or so。 〃Ming！〃 he called loudly。 It took seven seconds by his watch。
〃Yes； Minister？〃
〃What news articles do you have for me？〃 he asked。 His secretary disappeared for another few seconds； then reappeared； holding a few pages。
〃Here； Minister； just printed up。 This one may be of particular interest。〃
'This one〃 was a cover story from The Wall Street Journal。 〃Major Shift in China Business？〃 it proclaimed。 The question mark was entirely rhetorical； he saw in the first paragraph。 Ren was right。 He had to discuss this with the rest of the Politburo。
The second major item in Bondarenko's morning was observing tank gunnery。 His men had the newest variant of the T…80UM main battle tank。 It wasn't quite the newest T…99 that was just ing into production。 This UM did； however； have a decent fire…control system； which was novel enough。 The target range was about as simple as one could ask； large white cardboard panels with black tank silhouettes painted on them； and they were set at fixed； known ranges。 Many of his gunners had never fired a live round since leaving gunnery school…such was the current level of training in the Russian Army； the general fumed。
Then he fumed some more。 He watched one particular tank； firing at a target an even thousand meters away。 It should have been mere spitting distance； but as he watched； first one； then two more； of the tracer rounds missed； all falling short； until the fourth shot hit high on the painted turret shape。 With that feat acplished； the tank shifted aim to a second target at twelve hundred meters and missed that one twice； before achieving a pinwheel in the geometric center of the target。
〃Nothing wrong with that；〃 Aliyev said next to him。
〃Except that the tank and the crew were all dead ninety seconds ago！〃 Bondarenko observed； followed by a particularly vile oath。 〃Ever see what happens when a tank blows up？ Nothing left of the crew but sausage！ Expensive sausage。〃
〃It's their first time in a live…fire exercise；〃 Aliyev said； hoping to calm his boss down。 〃We have limited practice ammunition； and it's not as accurate as warshots。〃
〃How many live rounds do we have？〃
Aliyev smiled。 〃Millions。〃 They had； in fact； warehouses full of the things； fabricated back in the 1970s。
〃Then issue them；〃 the general ordered。
〃Moscow won't like it；〃 the colonel warned。 Warshots were； of course； far more expensive。
〃I am not here to please them； Andrey Petrovich。 I am here to defend them。〃 And someday he'd meet the fool who'd decided to replace the tank's loader crewman with a machine。 It was slower than a soldier； and removed a crewman who could assist in repairing damage。 Didn't engineers ever consider that tanks were actually supposed to go into battle？ No； this tank had been designed by a mittee； as all Soviet weapons had been； which explained； perhaps； why so many of them didn't work…or； just as badly； didn't protect their users。 Like putting the gas tank inside the doors of the BTR armored personnel carrier。 Who ever thought that a crewman might want to bail out of a damaged vehicle and perhaps even survive to fight afoot？ The tank's vulnerability had been the very first thing the Afghans had learned about Soviet mobile equipment 。 。 。 and how many Russian boys had burned to death because of it？ Well； Bondarenko thought； I have a new country now； and Russia does have talented engineers； and in a few years perhaps we can start building weapons worthy of the soldiers who carry them。
〃Andrey； is there anything in our mand which does work？〃 〃That's why we're training； rade General。〃 Bondarenko's service reputation was of an upbeat officer who looked for solutions rather than problems。 His operations officer supposed that Gennady Iosifovich was overwhelmed by the scope of the difficulties； not yet telling himself that however huge a problem was； it had to be posed of numerous small ones which could be addressed one at a time。 Gunnery； for example。 Today； it was execrable。 But in a week it would be much better； especially if they gave the troops real rounds instead of the practice ones。 Real 〃bullets；〃 as soldiers invariably called them； made you feel like a man instead of a schoolboy with his workbook。 There was much to be said for that； and like many of the things his new boss was doing； it made good sense。 In two weeks； they'd be watching more tank gunnery； and seeing more hits than misses。
CHAPTER 40
Fashion Statements
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