As expected, the Chief of Security resigned two weeks after the incident, citing the need for him to return to his 老家 (hometown) to look after his ailing parents. I promoted one of the 班长 (Shift Supervisor) to his post, an action that made the other 班长 also decide he also has to look after his ailing parents. The chain of action stopped when I promoted one of the security officers to Shift Supervisor. Thankfully, no security officer decided he has ailing parents too.
My first encounter with how cunning Chinese women can be also happened around this time. Xiao Wang, who have been serving her GM well in his office nearly every day, whispered into my ear that morning, as she rode my cock, “Chen zong, I believe I am pregnant.”
I raised an eyebrow, and stopped. Even a young man of 24 could detect hints of trouble ahead. I found myself asking the most stupid question, “Don’t you take contraceptives?”
It was her turn to roll her eyes, and she replied, “What are contraceptives? Look, Chen zong, I believe this baby will be of good stock, because he comes from you.”
I was already starting to get very fed up, and removed her from my cock, dressing up quickly. She stood there, leaning against my table, still half-naked, dressed only in her bra. The woman who used to subserviently talk to me now had that sneer on her face, believing she has the upper hand.
“It’s still early. You can go for an abortion. Here is RMB100, take it and go on paid leave tomorrow. I will get the driver to take you to the hospital.”
A life was worth only RMB100 in those days. Today, it can be worth RMB800-1200 at a proper hospital, and much cheaper in illegal clinics. Life is cheap in China.
She took the RMB100 and requested a phone call. I shrugged as she took the phone, dialled, and spoke in her dialect. Nearly 10 minutes passed by with me staring at her, without no words (she was also silent), while she still stood dressed only in her bra. There was a sound at the other end, and she began to cry, speaking to someone there in her native dialect. The whole conversation lasted another 10 minutes, before she hung up, picked up her clothes and started dressing up.
PA Shen was very worried when she saw Xiao Wang leave, eyes swollen from having cried. She looked to me quizzically, and I told her that she had used my phone. I could not understand what she said because she was speaking in her native dialect.
Hell broke out the next afternoon. PA Shen ran into my office and told me that there were trouble-makers at the gates. I walked quickly with her to the gates, where 4 security officers were trying to stop 4 men yelling away there. There was one woman present among the group. Xiao Wang, and it was clear she was on their side, and shouting away as well.
The new Chief of Security came to meet me halfway, and told me these were Xiao Wang’s brothers, and they demanded to see me, for me to “take responsibility”. My eyes narrowed in anger. The Chinese are so uncivilised. I thought only mafia resolved matters this way.
“Chen zong, let me do the speaking.” It was PA Shen, and I nodded. In China, the underlings try to insulate their higher-ups against direct confrontation. There is a reason for it. It makes it easier for the higher-ups to think and to reject any negotiated points if necessary. Foreigners who have no idea of how Chinese negotiate eventually end up very frustrated and on the losing end.
By now, there were curious staff who tried to come over, but who were shooed away by both their supervisors and by the security team.
“队长, call for 林大队长 (no idea what the equivalent is - ASP or SUP?). We may need their help.”
The Chief of Security was surprised but quickly ran to his office to make a phone call. The Chinese do not like to call on the police, preferring to resolve the matters themselves. I suspect though, that this may be way above our heads, and do not want things to blow up.
PA Shen tried to reason with the men but they would not listen. Then Xiao Wang did something that shocked everyone. She slapped PA Shen. I quickly rushed over, despite the fact that I should keep my distance, as she began to push PA Shen to the ground.
I was glad I was a fast runner, and adrenaline made me run even faster. I pulled Xiao Wang off, and gave *her* a slap, before she could do more damage to the other woman. She dropped to the ground and started rolling around, sobbing her hearts out. I could only look in shock, as fistfights broke out between my security officers and the men.
I was very grateful to hear the sounds of sirens, and even more grateful to see the police officers tearing the fighting men off from each other. SUP Lin nodded at me as he stayed within one of the police cars. It was not wise for him to acknowledge me.
Peace quickly returned as Xiao Wang and the men were bundled into police cars. I ordered the Chief of Security to get the other shift to take over, and got my injured security officers up the van, together with PA Shen. The driver was briefed by me to come back to pick me up after taking them to the hospital to be treated.
As I stood there watching the van drive off, the Chief of Security told me that SUP Lin had called and wanted me to be present at the 公安局 Public Security Bureau. He would send a police car to pick me up.
I nodded. This could potentially be very troublesome for me.
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DTCEPL
Then 13 years later after I first step into Chinese soil, I was posted to Shanghai permenantly and been there for 2 years already, things back in the 90s is so different now, like what my Chinese Colleagues said, Shanghai or even China changes every year, each year is a great difference!
Yeah, the speed of change is really breath-taking indeed, and I was happy to have witnessed 8 years of that growth.
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pary
I went back to read your first post and you had said you were busy and might not update for days or weeks, you forgot to add “years”.
Let us just say that I will have some more time on my hands for some time. I was caught on the wrong end of Chinese company politics and will have to look for a new job while “lobo-ing” at my office (I was not dismissed, just “relieved” of my position).
I think I can understand very, very well how Wang Lijun felt when he realised he had to seek asylum at the American Consulate at Chongqing.
In the meantime, I have some ideas and shall continue my story. I am quite surprised though, that a story like mine, where the sexual parts are really not written in detail, still has quite a following. I’d have thought samsters prefer stories that they can pcc to, haha.
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junior_cannibal
陈总，等您等到花儿也谢了啊，快，快，我们要！
大地回春了。不过也不晓得何时冬天再来–
反正一朝有酒一朝醉，先写吧，你们也尽量读吧！
The police car came quickly, and I wanted it to come quickly, for I was anxious to check on my injured security officers and especially PA Shen. Inside the car, my mind went back to the last dinner that SUP Lin and I had, at an upmarket restaurant, over plenty of
baijiu
.
I was introduced to SUP Lin when I visited the police station, where all foreigners have to register at when they arrive. SUPs do not normally make rounds, but news have come to him that a foreigner employed by Li
zong
had arrived and he wanted to personally know that person.
The dinner was another usual Chinese affair, with long speeches and plenty of drinking, except that I was the host and the SUP the guest of honour. I was warned by Mr Li, who told me not to take them to KTVs at the first dinner - such “after dinner activities” are reserved when the host and guest of honour are already more acquainted, and showed their “brotherliness” by shedding even their inhibitions about women and horrible singing.
Besides the promise of “listening to his wonderful singing” that SUP Lin made at the dinner, there was another promise, made after each of us must have had at least 2 bottles of that horrible
baijiu
. He promised to deal with any troubles that this foreigner would come across, in front of my managers and his subordinates.
That promise would be sorely tested today, I noted, as the police car arrived and I walk into the police station. I was led by the police officer straight to SUP Lin’s office. He was sitting at a sofa, smoking a cigarette. He saw me and beckoned me over. I should have been nervous, but was surprisingly calm as I sat down.
“Chen
zong
, my men have already taken care of the situation. You should be more careful in future.”
“Thank you so much, SUP Lin. I did not realise that she would ask her brothers to create trouble over what was obviously consensual sex.”
SUP Lin started laughing.
“Brothers? Chen
zong
, they are brothers all right, but not hers. One of the men is her husband, and the rest are petty gangsters that hang out with him. This bloody man had his wife fucked by another man, and instead of dealing with his wife, decided to milk it for all it was worth. These kind of men, I have seen so many in my years as a policeman.”
I was so shocked, that I could not find any words to reply. This is China, where a man can decide that having his wife fucked by another man was no big deal, as long as compensation is given. No wonder the society is so fucked up, with values like these.
“I can put them all behind bars for a while, the men for rioting and the woman for blackmail. I have friends in her native town who can spread the news that she’s a slut and she can no longer face her village. I think this is an appropriate punishment for them.”
I shook my head, “SUP Lin, we should have a 宽阔心胸 (wide expanse of heart, meaning a generous heart). I believe they have learnt their lesson. Please let them go.”
It was SUP Lin’s turn to look surprised.
“You foreigners are really different from us, Chen
zong
. We really need to learn from you. The slut has to apologise to you, though. This one I insist.”
I went across, to take a seat next to SUP Lin, as he summoned his junior officer to bring Xiao Wang over. I really did not wish to blow up this matter, but an apology, followed by some dramatic display of repentance, is considered very important among the Chinese for a closure to any matter. I would have to be part of the charade.
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DTCEPL
How i wished I got a Chief of Mata to look over my back in China
There are prices to pay for such things, like giving his wife the contract for the company’s liability insurances, like giving his son a “scholarship” to a school in Singapore. What we look upon as abuses of power are simply greeted with a shrug. Times have changed though, especially in major cities like Shanghai, and the 纪委 (Discipline Committee) comb through all these. Such things still happen in second and third tier cities though!
Incidentally, if anyone is looking for a General Manager for a company (not a factory, please!) in China, PM me!
In China, a 大队 is in charge of an entire district or minor city, with enough police officers (including auxiliaries) to go one-on-one with the SPF. There is really no equivalent in tiny Singapore for this, and I really struggle sometimes to tell my Singaporean and American friends what that really is - and so Superintendent was what I could come up with.
Well, the Chinese are fond of ceremonies and anything to show off anything, and it is no different with their Pubic Security Bureau. Xiao Wang was marched in, still handcuffed, by a junior officer. She stood there, just a meter or two from us, sobbing, before SUP Lin barked the order for the handcuffs to be taken off. The junior officer duly complied, before saluting and then leaving the room as SUP Lin waved him off.
The moment the junior officer shut the door, Xiao Wang immediately made a dramatic display of kneeling down in front of us, sobbing away and telling us how sorry she was, that she had been a bad citizen and a shame to her family, and basically all the sob stories that I had become accustomed to from the Chinese whenever they wanted to weasel out of a responsibility.
“You 刁民 insolent citizen! I heard that you want to bear the shameful child within you? I have checked, and found out that you actually are 超生 (“over-birth”). Have you thought of the troubles you will cause your family if you give birth to yet another?”
China has a One Child Policy in place. In more enlightened places like Shanghai, a huge fine equivalent to 200% of their yearly earnings have to be paid for the second child, and the woman forcibly sterilized. In less enlightened places like the villages, zealous party officials wishing to score points with their superiors will force the termination of the pregnancy even as late of the third trimester,
and
the woman forcibly sterilized.
“I’m sorry, 警官同志, Mr Police Comrade! I’m sorry, Chen
zong
! I have already been sterilized after my “over-birth”. I do not have any child inside me, I’m sorry to have lied to you. I am wrong, I am wrong! Please forgive me!”
I hated all these melodrama, but hearing that she did not actually have a child actually cooled me down a bit. SUP Lin nodded his head and looked to me, “Chen
zong
, what do you have to say?”
Xiao Wang was about to make another show of drama before me when I motioned for her to stop.
“Xiao Wang, you should not have lied to me. Nor should you be having sex with me if you have a husband. I am prepared to let everything go, but…”
I motioned for her to shut up, as she tried to interrupt me with her show of profuse thanksgiving. The Chinese can be so fake, so fake.
“I can no longer employ you after what has happened. There is no need for you to return to the factory once you leave the police station. I’d get someone to pack your things up and send it off to your hometown.”
“Thank you for letting me off, Chen
zong
, thank…”
I had to cut her off again, “Do not thank me. Thank my 弟兄 (“brother” - and here I could not help but notice a look of pride in SUP Lin’s eyes at the thought of having a foreigner as a “brother”) for being generous enough to your husband and you.”
She turned to SUP Lin and bowed before him, thanking him profusely again.
“Xiao Wang, I am sure you know how to thank SUP Lin better than this. He is my brother, and he can share what I use too.”
Xiao Wang was one of the most intelligent woman I had ever come across in China. It was a pity her intelligence was not put to better use, like schooling or business. She understood immediately what I meant, and moved quickly, still on her knees, to SUP Lin. She immediately pulled at the zip and fished out his cock.
After 3 months in China, very few things surprised me. And so it was, that I was not very surprised to see SUP Lin not being shocked, but relaxing immediately to the turn of events. Xiao Wang took off her T-shirt, and then her bra, and immediately tackled the cock with gusto. SUP Lin also wasted no time, enjoying her breasts and fellatio skills.
The next thing that happened surprised me though. SUP Lin quickly came into her mouth. SUP Lin was more than 10 years older than I was, and I expected men of that age to take a long time before they could come. Either he had some dysfunction or else Xiao Wang’s skills must have been good. I could pretty much rule out the latter, having experienced her skills myself.
Xiao Wang swallowed the cum, and started crawling over to me. I was about to stop her when I realised it was a good opportunity to show that I am a brother, willing to share everything. As expected, her fellatio skills were not exactly very fantastic, but I cummed quickly with my hands mauling her breasts.
Both of us have shared the mouth of a woman.
Xiao Wang was dismissed, the junior officer taking her out as she again profusely thanked us for letting her off. She was no longer sobbing, and looked absolutely like nothing had ever happened. I really hate how fake the Chinese can be.
SUP Lin took a puff and we both suddenly laughed spontaneously as we found ourselves, for some reason, staring at each other’s groin. We made arrangements for dinner and “listening to our singing” two evenings later. I took up his offer to send me to the hospital in a police car, to check on my staff.
I hoped everyone was fine, but especially PA Shen, who could have avoided injury if she had not volunteered to handle the negotiations. The police siren rang as the junior officer drove the car out of the police station, I deep in thought.
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DTCEPL
Keep the story coming…….every post is a new lession to me. Cheers!
Well, once I get a new job, and the busyness gets to me, this thread may again go into remission, like the last time. Of course, by then I may have finished sharing my Chinese observation and close the story.
It is harder than I thought to get a job in China, at my level. Hopefully, I do not have to return to Sillypore, where the employers do not appreciate my Chinese experience, but can stay and work in China, where my understanding of the ground can be put to use.
Are you still working in China, or have you gone back to Sillypore?
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Ventz
Bro Chenzong , i believe that alot bros in Sg wana venture out in China. Biz wise n entertainment.
U could be the middle person n establish a strong link for us to explore this vast land of opportunities!
For entertainment, there are already bros organising trips to Changping, Dongguan, etc. All these are true playgrounds, not eastern China, where I spent all of my years in China.
As for middle person, that would have been a big waste of my management experience. I will “wait and “see” then.
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DTCEPL
U may wished to consider lowering your expectations, get a reasonable job and move your way up the corporate ladder once again. Many Singapore SMEs and MNCs want China experience, not a bad idea also to explore openings back in Sinkie island, or maybe seek out opportunities and start a small business in China.
Thank you, DTCEPL (whatever that means). Many Singaporean SMEs do want China experience, but are not prepared to pay for it. But I have not given up. I cannot lower my expectations too much, at my age. I am not some 24 year old young thing.
I could never forget the sight, my first visit to a local hospital, the Sixth People’s Hospital. The junior officer took me to the A&E, and accompanied me through the emergency area.
To say that the place looked like a scene out of a war movie was an understatement. Pools of blood gathered in puddles along the walkway flanked by hordes of people. Some were on ward beds, some were on stretchers, and others were leaning against the wall moaning away as they held on to blood-soaked cloth patches against their head.
The officer asked an obviously irritated nurse regarding our staff, and she pointed him further down. There was a commotion as she was summoned, and my eyes followed her to another ward bed being wheeled down. A lady, covered in blood, was lying down moaning, followed by a throng of what must be relatives, as two paramedics quickly wheeled her to the waiting doctor and nurse.
The concept of privacy is much more ingrained among the Chinese now, compared to how it was then. And so it was, that a shocked Singaporean saw the doctor and nurse ripping apart her shirt, right in front of the gawking patients (and their relatives). As they start placing the drip and cleaning up her blood-soaked body, I could not help but notice that the woman did not even protest. Either this was normal and expected to her, or else she must have been too badly injured to put up any protests. And no, even her relatives did not protest.
We reached the end of the corridor, and I noticed that my security officers and PA Shen were there. I quickly checked out their condition, and were shocked to find out that only PA Shen was attended to (they had medicated her, so she looked somewhat “dyed” in certain places). PA Shen sheepishly told me that she only had enough money to treat herself, and the security officers did not have any money with them.
I was livid! China! The land where a life is worth only RMB100! Chinese hospitals do not treat anybody unless they are sure of payment, normally through an advance payment (and we are not enough talking about a deposit here, we are talking about advance payment!).
I searched my pockets, and realised I do not have money with me too. I turned to the junior officer, and requested he speak to the hospital staff to treat my staff. He called for a nurse he saw hanging around, and spoke to her. She cited hospital rules and refused to budge.
I coldly moved next to her, and told her, “Please speak to your supervisor, someone who can make a decision. I am their General Manager and my factory will pay you tomorrow.”
I deliberately spoke in English, to emphasise my foreigner status. The poor woman just blinked, trying her best to comprehend what was obviously a language she did not do well in school. In those days, they started learning English only from middle school, and that was assuming a more prestigious school in a major city like Shanghai.
I looked to the police officer, and he instantly went along with my charade. Like many intelligent Chinese, he knew instantly when someone was putting on a show and needed co-actors. He told her that I was a foreigner, and whispered something to her. I believe I knew what he told her. He wanted her to make sure China did not lose face in front of a foreigner.
It was startling how the Chinese can go from being a stuck-up prude to an obliging service-oriented servant in the blink of an eye. She called on her staff nurse, who summoned a doctor, who summoned another doctor. Before I knew what had happened, a senior doctor, a staff nurse, another doctor and another nurse were attending with great seriousness to my security staff.
I thanked the junior officer in “accented” Chinese, and I could catch both PA Shen and him trying not to laugh. They knew I speak perfect Mandarin. He shook my hands, and told me he was happy to befriend a foreigner as well, and excused himself.
Thankfully, all my staff did not have serious injuries besides some swells and bruises. No broken bones. PA Shen asked for the bill, and it was presented to me by a doctor, who told me that “everything is okay, all no problem” in heavily accented English. I thanked him, and promised to settle the bill the next day. Unless a lot of face is involved, or the other party really trusts you, it is next to impossible to leave the hospital without having settled your bills. I suspect both scenarios were involved, for foreigners were generally considered trustworthy when it came to financial matters, in those days.
I took the last seat in the van, with PA Shen next to me. I told the security officers to take the next day off, to loud applause. They had done their job well, and I intend to give them a 委屈奖 “award for being humiliated” as well, though I did not announce it then. Best to announce it in front of all staff. It would be good for morale.
As the van moved off, the officers began to doze off one by one. Some were snoring. PA Shen did not sleep, but lay her head against me for comfort.
“Thank you, PA Shen. I will remember that you took these pains for me.”
She blushed, and shook her head, snuggling herself even closer against me. I traced the outline of her shoulder and her collar with my finger, before moving down to her blouse. She knew what I wanted, and shifted herself as I began to unbutton the first few buttons of her blouse.
I really enjoyed the feel of her breasts. I was beginning to settle down into my role as General Manager, but today’s incident would definitely travel to the ears of Mr Li. I prepare mentally within myself to explain to him. If he wanted me to leave because of this incident, I was prepared to.
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DTCEPL
Yeah, I can understand your expectations…………..me too an old man now
and u’re damn right about Sinkie’ SMEs!
Hey, let’s stop talking about “old man” things, okay? They say I look like I’m in my thirties at most, hahaha!
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junior_cannibal
Despite the economic development in China, there are still a lot of people who are really poor. Life is not about what they get, but whether to live to see the next sun rise. To most of us, it may be hard to comprehend, but this is the reality.
And I see them all the time, here in China. Life is really not easy for them. But if you say this just to tell me that I am blessed and should be content, I’m sorry to say this - the day a person is content with what he has, is the day he has stopped growing. I am forever wanting to climb the next step.
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To chenzong, your story is well written, if I have a complaint, is the frequency of the update. Can only camp here and wait lor.
Hey, I am updating virtually every working day! Once I manage to find another job though, I suspect the frequency of update is going to really slow down again. I just want something to do, to keep my mind off my “lobo” status, right now.
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Scorp888
bro chenzong,
For someone who speaks perfect mandarin, your story-telling skills in English are amazingly good, too.
English is actually my preferred language, and the language I am stronger in. My Chinese ability stems from my days in a SAP school.
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Still, very good writing. There’re gems in SBF and you’re one of them.
Thank you! Now to see this thread get 5 stars, and perhaps voted as “best story” too, haha!
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DTCEPL
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It’s hard to believe you’re “only” a factory GM, but then again, you could be one not only because of your managerial skills but also specific specialised tech knowledge, rendering your position a highly paid one.
Factories in China is very different from Sinkie Island, the number of employees can be thousands, tens of thousands…………
MMs also alot. But of course there are smaller ones.
Smaller ones? All the factories I know of count their employees in hundreds at least! Or are you referring to those mom-and-pop operations?
Interestingly, in real life, I do not manage a factory but a company in the service business. I manage about 50 employees directly under the company payroll and another 100 contracted employees.
Anyone know of an opening for a General Manager, Director of Administration or Direction of Operations in a service business in China, PM me! I prefer to stay in China than go back to Sillypore!