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one of them relished the thought of losing what he had； any more than a provincial governor under the Ching Dynasty would have willingly reverted to being a mere mandarin； because that meant at least ignominy； and just as likely； death。 These men knew that if a foreign country demanded and got internal political concessions； then their grip on power would loosen； and that was the one thing they dared not risk。 They ruled the workers and peasants； and because of that； they also feared them。 The noblemen of old could fall back upon the teachings of Confucius； or Buddha； on a spiritual foundation for their temporal power。 But Marx and Mao had swept all that away； leaving only force as their defense。 And if to maintain their country's prosperity they had to diminish that force； what would then happen？ They didn't know； and these men feared the unknown as a child feared the evil monsters under his bed at night； but with far more reason。 It had happened； right here in Beijing； not all that many years before。 Not one of these men had forgotten it。 To the public； they'd always shown steadfast determination。 But each of them； alone in his bathroom before the mirror； or lying in bed at night before sleep came； had shown fear。 Because though they basked in the devotion of the peasants and workers； somehow each of them knew that the peasants and workers might fear them； but also hated them。 Hated them for their arrogance； their corruption； for their privilege； their better food； their luxurious housing； their personal servants。 Their servants； they all knew； loathed them as well； behind smiles and bows of obeisance； which could just as easily conceal a dagger； because that's how the peasants and workers had felt about the nobles of a hundred years before。 The revolutionaries had made use of that hatred against the class enemies of that age； and new ones； they all knew； could make use of the same silent rage against themselves。 And so they would cling to power with the same desperation as the nobles of old； except they would show even more ruthlessness； because unlike the nobles of old； they had no place to run to。 Their ideology had trapped them in their golden cages more surely than any religion could。
Fang had never before considered all of these thoughts in toto。 Like the others； he'd worried a lot when the college students had demonstrated； building up their 〃goddess of liberty〃 out of plaster or papier…mache…Fang didn't remember； though he did remember his sigh of relief when the PLA had destroyed it。 It came as a surprise to him； the realization of how snared he was here in this place。 The power he and his colleagues exercised was like something shown before a mirror that could be turned on them all instantly under the proper circumstances。 They had immense power over every citizen in their country； but that power was all an illusion…
…and； no； they couldn't allow another country to dictate political practices to them； because their lives all depended on that illusion。 It was like smoke on a calm day； seemingly a pillar to hold up the heavens； but the slightest wind could blow it all away； and then the heavens would fall。 On them all。
But Fang also saw that there was no way out。 If they didn't change to make America happy； then their country would run out of wheat and oil； and probably other things as well； and they would risk massive social change in a groundswell from below。 But if to prevent that； they allowed some internal changes； they would just be inviting the same thing on themselves。
Which would kill them the more surely？
Did it matter？ Fang asked himself。 Either way； they'd be just as dead。 He wondered idly how it would e； the fists of a mob； or bullets before a wall； or a rope。 No； it would be bullets。 That was how his country executed people。 Probably preferable to the beheading sword of old。 What if the SWORDSMAN missed his aim； after all？ It must have been a horrid mess。 He only had to look around the table to see that everyone here had similar thoughts； at least those with enough wit。 All men feared the unknown； but now they had to choose which unknown to fear； and the choice was yet another thing to dread。
〃So； Qian； you say we risk running out of things because we can no longer get the money we need to purchase them？〃 Premier Xu asked。
〃That is correct；〃 the Finance Minister confirmed。
〃In what other ways could we get money and oil？〃 Xu asked next。
〃That is not within my purview； Chairman；〃 Qian answered。
〃Oil is its own currency；〃 Zhang said。 〃And there is ample oil to our north。 There is also gold； and many other things we need。 Timber in vast quantities。 And that which we need most of all…space； living space for our people。〃
Marshal Luo nodded。 〃We have discussed this before。〃
〃What do you mean？〃 Fang asked。
〃The Northern Resource Area； our Japanese friends once called it；〃 Zhang reminded them all。
〃That adventure ended in disaster；〃 Fang observed at once。 〃We were fortunate not to have been damaged by it。〃
〃But we were not damaged at all；〃 Zhang replied lightly。 〃We were not even implicated。 We can be sure of that； can we not； Luo？〃
〃This is so。 The Russians have never strengthened their southern defenses。 They even ignore our exercises that have raised our forces to a high state of readiness。〃
〃Can we be sure of that？〃
〃Oh； yes；〃 the Defense Minister told them all。 〃Tan？〃 he asked。
Tan Deshi was the chief of the Ministry of State Security； in charge of the PRC's foreign and domestic intelligence services。 One of the younger men here at seventy； he was probably the healthiest of them all； a nonsmoker and a very light imbiber of alcohol。 〃When we first began our increased exercises； they watched with concern； but after the first two years； they lost interest。 We have over a million of our citizens living in eastern Siberia…it's illegal； but the Russians do not make much issue of it。 A goodly number of them report to me。 We have good intelligence of the Russian defenses。〃
〃And what is their state of readiness？〃 Tong Jie asked。
〃Generally； quite poor。 They have one full…strength division； one at two…thirds； and the rest are hardly better than cadre…strength。 Their new Far East mander； a General…Colonel Bondarenko； despairs of making things better； our sources tell us。〃
〃Wait；〃 Fang objected。 〃Are we discussing the possibility of war with Russia here？〃
〃Yes；〃 Zhang Han San replied。 〃We have done this before。〃
〃That is true； but on the first such occasion； we would have had Japan as an ally； and America neutralized。 On the second； we assumed that Russia would have been broken up beforehand along religious lines。 Who are our allies in this case？ How has Russia been crippled？〃
〃We've been a little unlucky；〃 Tan answered。 〃The chief minister…well； the chief adviser to their President Grushavoy is still alive。〃
〃What do you mean？〃 Fang asked。
〃I mean that our attempt to kill him misfired。〃 Tan explained on for two minutes。 The reaction around the table was one of mild shock。
〃Tan had my approval；〃 Xu told them calmly。
Fang looked over at Zhang Han San。 That's where the idea must have originated。 His old friend might have hated capitalists；