Warning 1:
All persons and events described here are purely and totally fictional, and despite how real-sounding they may be, are absolutely and totally works of my imagination!
Warning 2:
I do not go online often (busy with family and work) so be prepared for days or weeks without updates!
Prologue
Being a Singaporean can get one into very interesting career and job opportunities. I am a true-blue Singaporean - went through the educational system, did my national service and then went over to California to do my Bachelors, and stayed there ever since.
One would expect, after living in a nation where English is expected to dominate, that any Singaporean would lose whatever Chinese he has acquired. This is not true, for California has quite a substantial Chinese community, and it seems to be a magnet for Chinese coming over here too.
And so, with Chinese friends galore, I kept up my Chinese, and amazed both the Caucasians (“You speak very good English!”) and the Chinese (“你的中文讲的非常好！”). And so it was, that I got to know the visiting parents of one of my Chinese ex-schoolmate (he dropped out of college after one year because he really sucked at English - I wonder how he passed his TOEFL to come here), as they arrived to help him pack (to go home), after we finished with the semester (and I with the Bachelors in Business Admin).
Mr Li was an amazing old man - his manners and accented Chinese gave away his lack of education, which means he must have made his fortune with his bare hands. He was also an amazing old man, because Mrs Li, my ex-classmate’s mother (biological!) was possible 20 years his junior!
Mr Li did a roaring business supplying all kinds of stuff, from textiles to toys to boxes. I think we must have got together very well, with him listening intently to me how much I appreciated the Chinese culture (and I was speaking from my heart), and wanted a chance to work in China (ok, this one was not from my heart - I wanted to look for a job in the States!).
He then asked a question which stumped me, “How well do you think you can handle women?”
I just spoke the truth, laughing heartily as I did so, “Mr Li, I am not married, neither do I have a girlfriend now. I have had many girls during my 4 years here, but so far no serious ones. I definitely cannot handle women as well as you can!”
Mr Li laughed in reply, and simply told me, “Fly with me to Shanghai. I want you to manage my textile factory. I will pay for the ticket. I am sick of Taiwanese and Shanghainese managers who cannot communicate with my American clients.”
I thought he was joking, and went along, whisking out my passport, “Sure! Let me give you my passport details!”
I know he was not joking when Mrs Li (whom I found out also doubles up as his secretary!) stepped in, took my passport from me, and started dialling for the airline!
I believed I was probably still in shock when Mr Li shook my hand and told me, “Thank you, Chen, for helping me. One day, I may have to call upon a big favour from you when I pass away and my son succeeds my business.”
No negotiation of salary. No negotiation of benefits. Nothing at all. If I had been 10 years older then, there would have been no way I would take on something like that. I think my family was equally shocked when I told them I had landed in Shanghai, and would become the General Manager of a textile factory there!
Chapter 1
The way Mr Li did his hiring totally broke all the theories that I picked up in my 4 years of studies. I would find out later, that many, many Chinese businessmen here went a lot by their gut feelings, and tend to hire based on how much they felt they could trust the person, rather than anything else.
A Ms Shen was waiting at the airport for us. To be exact, she was waiting for me. Mr Li went home with Mrs Li and his son (lucky guy - he would never need to work at all, perhaps that explains his horrible grades) in his car while I was ushered by into a passenger van driven by a driver who was smoking away before he threw out the stub and drove off.
I found out during the journey, that Ms Shen was going to be my secretary! Although there were plenty of seats in the van, she had chosen to sit just next to me, the luggage being dumped at the back of the van.
It was already midnight, and the journey was really long. Ms Shen tried to strike up a conversation, but my mind was elsewhere, wondering what I had gotten myself into. Before I knew what had happened, I found a head on my shoulder. She was sleeping on my shoulder!
I sighed, and adjusted my position a bit. I was used to such scenarios. For some reason, even in my years in secondary school, girls always ended up sleeping on my shoulder - in the buses, in the MRT. I wonder if my shoulder was some kind of babe magnet or something.
I like what she wore. It was a simple white blouse with a short navy skirt. What I like especially was how she left the top two buttons undone (I missed that bit when I first met her, so absorbed was I upon all the sights of the Chinese faces about me at the airport). Her skirt was also riding up her thighs a bit (the perils of short skirts, if one did not sit properly).
She was likely to be a bit younger than I was, and if my experiences in college were a guide, Chinese women who allow themselves to be that relaxed before a man possibly trust the man enough to allow the man to do many things. Of course, they were students, and this one was not, but I had never gotten into trouble for fondling any woman who fell into my arms, why should I think so much now?
My hand traced the strap of her bra, down to the outlines of the cups - there were lace sewn on it. I cupped it - yes, nice and full, filling my hand with softness. And I knew I had hit jackpot when she adjusted her position, to snuggle even closer to me.
With two buttons undone, there was enough space for me to simply slip my hand in, underneath the bra, the feel the lovely globe of her breast. Whether she was really that tired, or else she was pretending, I really did not care. It felt really good, and I think I could understand how Mr Li ended up marrying Mrs Li. The secretary sure has very good access to her boss indeed.
I really enjoyed feeling both of her breasts, though I was gentlemanly (yeah, as if) enough not to take off more buttons, or to remove her bra. And one could only get a kick out of feeling a woman’s breasts only for a certain period of time, and I believe I must have removed my hand away from her breasts after about 20 minutes of fondling, placing it on her shoulder.
Without even looking at me, Ms Shen woke up, sat up straight, adjusted her bra, her blouse (keeping the buttons still undone!) and her hair and tried to chat with me! It was a very enjoyable conversation, and it made me want to get to know this woman more (in the biblical sense - to quote Vince in ‘Sister Act’)!
And so we arrived at the dormitory, where Ms Shen just showed me my quarters and left. The compound was in darkness and I see security cameras and security officers. Yes, suddenly, the excitement of having had a woman who allowed me to roam between her two breast faded, and I started wondering what I was getting myself into.
I was not given even a simple tour of the factory - just driven there immediately upon arrival and shown my dormitories at the factory! I found myself shaking my head, wondering if I was going to one day become another forced labor statistic.
“Singaporean Freed after 5 Years of Forced Labor in China”. Yeah, the New Paper would have a field day, with my pictures splashed all over the front page.
What a start to my adventure in China!
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Originally Posted by
michael_368
Nice Story bro, pls do cont..
Wow…you are fast. I’m pausing for a while. I am needed at work!
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Originally Posted by
naturegreen
[COLOR=“SeaGreen”]wa TS nice story but you damn “Gin Ka Gin Chiu”
(Hope your Hokkien is as good as your Chinese and English)
I am a Singaporean, remember? Which Singaporean cannot speak Hokkien?
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not worried she cry molest? You are therefore awarded the
“Cup Neh Ong”
of SBF. Envy you for below statement. Maybe you got magical fingers that work wonders.
Ahem, this is supposed to be a
work of fiction
, and in a work of fiction, anything can happen as long as the author wants it to happen! If I say she will not cry molest, she will not.
But seriously speaking, you can be surprised at what you can get away with in the early days, especially with the less sophisticated women from the countryside and smaller cities. Do not try this on Shanghainese city women. You get a slap or a scolding if you are lucky, a pummeling if you are not, or a “message” from her “brothers” if you are really down on your luck. They seldom get the police involved in such matters.
Chapter 2
Forced labor or no forced labor, I slept through the night - no point worrying about something you cannot really control. I woke up to the sound of someone rapping on the door of my dormitory apartment, and realised it was already morning. I must have forgotten to set my alarm clock last night.
“Manager Chen, have you woken?” It was Ms Shen’s voice. She sounded nice and sweet in the morning. I got out of bed, put on the slippers and walked over the short intervening steps to open the door. She was dressed in the same “uniform” she wore yesterday - white blouse (and yes, I noticed the 2 undone buttons this time) and navy skirt. They looked reasonably ironed and smelled fresh - I was seriously wondering if this really was a uniform.
I took a quick look at my watch, which I forgot to take off last night. It was only about 7am. Why was she in office that early?
It was when she invited to with her to the staff kitchen for breakfast, that I realised much of the staff actually lived in the grounds of the factory! That included her, and her apartment was actually next to mine. I must have been really tired (or worried!) last night, and did not notice that.
Breakfast was a simple meal of buns. She did not mention anything about the liberties I have taken with her last night, no indication whether she enjoyed it or not. Which was fine with me. No reason for me to talk about it, but I really enjoyed her soft breasts in my hand. She should be a B-cup, normally for many Chinese women.
I found out quite a few things from PA Shen (the Chinese like to add titles when addressing people of “rank”) about the factory, and she introduced several of the supervisors to me. From the way they addressed me (Manager Chen) and from PA Shen’s brief description of the organisational hierarchy, it was clear I was at the top of the food chain here, answerable only to Mr Li.
And I still have no idea of my salary or my benefits. Or even a hint of a contract of employment.
Chapter 3
The factory was just a few low buildings on a 2500 sqm site. It really felt more like an army barracks to me, someone who had gone through National Service. There was a security post, with RPs…uh…security guards. There was a kitchen and dining hall with cooks. I took a quite tour of the factory, accompanied by PA Shen. And the tour made me realise also why Mr Li specifically asked me if I could handle women.
The factory was rows and rows of factory workers, all young women, sewing and patching shirts, pants, skirts and dresses. All these were for the export market, their low cost prices made possible due to the dirt cheap pay of these workers. Work was scarce in Shanghai then, and the pay, though low by our standards, was a comfortable pay for a good 12 hours of work each day, 6 days a week.
As I toured the factory, I noticed something interesting, and did a quick calculation from the theories I picked up on one of the management subjects during my BSc. Yes, the Professors really loved this Singaporean student, because I was quick to remember and expound on what they taught, amazing both my “academically-challenged” Americans classmates (who were amazed at how quickly I grasped the calculations behind Economics) and my “English-challenged” Chinese ones (who were amazed at how this “Chinese” wiped the floor with the Americans).
My calculations confirmed what I had observed - there were simply too many QA ladies around. Why the factory want to spend money on hiring so many than what was necessary was beyond me, even if they really cost very little. I summoned the QA supervisor to come to my office, and could see the disturbed look on PA Shen’s office as she saw that.
On the way to the office (with the QA supervisor trailing), PA Shen moved closer to me and whispered, “Manager Chen, I am your PA. You just tell me who you want to see, and I will get him or her for you. It is my job to do so. When you do this, you are telling everyone else that I am not doing my job.”
It was the first cultural adjustment I had to make in my new job. Back where I came from, having the boss personally do something was considered “leading by example”. Here, doing so might actually threaten to take away the job of someone else, because that person was no longer “needed”.
I smiled at her, taking in another sniff of her lovely perfume. She smiled in return and moved a bit further away. After all, another lady was nearby, and people do talk. Or at least that was what I assumed, even though the driver could most definitely see the action going on yesterday evening. Weird culture here sometimes.
PA Shen took her place outside my office, as the QA supervisor stepped into my bigger office. Like PA Shen, she was barely my age, and it seemed like many of the workers here were really young. It did make me wonder where the older workers in China went. I quickly explained to her there were too many QA personnel, and I want her to point out the the poorest performer and send her to me. It was time to trim the fat.
She nodded and told me she would send Xiao Wang, a girl who kept making mistakes at the line, who had been scolded by her many times for passing what should have failed, costing the company money to reject and remake.
The Chinese took a long time to do anything. Xiao Wang appeared in my office in half an hour’s time. I would have to really teach my staff what to do in future. She was already half tearing, and I believed she knew the fate that awaited her.
[I’ve decided to give up on this chapter thing and just write!]
Xiao Wang, from the files that PA Shen gave me, was a 20-year-old from Hunan province. I was scratching my head as I read it - why were we not employing the locals? We would not need dormitories and so on if we hire locals! But that would be something for another day.
Right now, she stood before me in a simple T-shirt and a skirt. She had a nice figure. In fact, I had yet to come across a Chinese girl here with a poor figure - somewhere out there, God must have given special favor to Chinese women. She was tearing as I asked about her performance.
“What do you have to explain your performance?” I asked.
“Please, Manager Chen, I know I can be very careless. I really will change! Give me another chance, please!”
I sighed. I hate it when women plead. Again, the words of Mr Li played in my mind - could I handle women? I decided to let the facts speak for themselves.
“Look, Xiao Wang. I really have too many QA personnel. I seriously do not need you around. Why should I keep you then? What good are you to me?”
It was strange how she suddenly stopped crying and appeared to brighten up at the last sentence. Then she did something I thought was very threatening and rude - she actually walked over to my side of the table! I had to wheel my chair to face her, preparing to shield myself in case something ended up on my head.
“Manager Chen, I know it is very stressful in your position, and how tough it can be for you to make the many decisions you have to make every day. Let me help you relieve your stress.”
And with that, she knelled down and moved towards me. I was somewhat taken aback by the quick turn of events, and before I could compose myself, she had unzipped my pants and fished out my cock. She smiled as I groaned, when she tenderly touched the rapidly expanding member.
And then it disappeared into her mouth. And half of it appeared. And disappeared again. All the while her tongue played with it, bringing me waves of pleasure. Yes, she really knew how to de-stress a man. I stopped her for a while, and she looked at me, puzzled, until I started pulling at her T-shirt. She smiled, released my cock from her mouth and took off her T-shirt.
The bra went next. And then the skirt. And then the panties. With the panties gone, she appeared to pause for a while, considering her next move. Xiao Wang smiled at me again and came closer to me, this time sitting on my lap. Yes, she knew I wanted more than a blowjob, as she lowered herself onto my cock, allowing it to penetrate her pussy.
I had always been a “user” when it came to women, even in my college days. Sex was for my pleasure, and I was not so keen to reciprocate. I attacked her nipples, fondled her breasts and generally allowed myself to go wild as she continued to ride me. It was not long before waves of pleasure overtook me, as I shot into her, cum after cum after cum.
Cum as still leaking from her as she put on her panties. She then turned to look at me, and said in a hopeful voice, “I believe I can be very useful to you, Manager Chen. I am a very hardworking worker.”
I really did not know how to answer to someone who had exhibited such willingness to understand the needs of her manager, and to “share his load”! She most definitely should not be in QA though, and I really have too many in QA. I motioned for her to dress up, as I pulled my own pants and zipped up.
I called for PA Shen. She responded quickly and entered my office.
“PA Shen, would you like an office clerk to help you out? It would give you more time to attend to other matters more important to me,” I had to stress the last part, in case she thought I was trying to take away her job.
PA Shen nodded. I suspected she understood what went on but was playing along - she appeared quite an intelligent woman. A very happy Xiao Wang was thanking me profusely as she left my office.
Leaving me wondering what kind of a work culture I am getting myself into. My first day of work, and I had no contract, no idea of my salary and benefits, with a PA who allowed me to fondle her breasts without complaint, and with an office clerk out there to please her boss!
And Mr Li only asked me if I knew how to handle women! My head was starting to swim.
Such events in China are not uncommon back in those days. Today, the media has been harping a lot on these 潜规则 (unwritten rules).
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warbird
Yo bro chenzong,
Great story! More explicit details on the FJ would be even better, hehehe.
I will need lots of writing talents for that.
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Did the events take place 15-20 yrs ago?
Uh, fictional, fictional, ok?
But if you want to know, well, let us just say that Pudong was still relatively undeveloped then, and it takes 2 hours to get from Xujiahui to Hongqiao Airport (the only airport in Shanghai) in the disgusting traffic.
That would be the setting for this story.
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joew2005
bearly 1 day in2 yr job,u r alrdy so occupied with PA Shen & Xiao Wang.
u r 1 lucky chap.
Looking 4ward 2 seeing hw it unfolds …..
Well, since it is a story,
anything
can happen. This sure is one very nice culture shock though, compared to the rest when one works in China…