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point, Chief Inspector Chen,” Qiao said. “So I won’t call you Chief Inspector in the presence of others. Our old Comrade Secretary mentioned that you have a lot of important work on your hands. Do you have anything special planned during your stay here?”
    Apparently, Qiao was having suspicions about the purpose of Chen’s visit.
    “No, it is just a vacation.”
    “Wonderful. Let me arrange a welcome lunch for you—a banquet of all the lake delicacies. I’ll summon the other executives and some local officials too.”
    “No, please don’t do that, Director Qiao. You have so many things on your plate already.” Though not a stranger to lavish meals at the government’s expense, Chen shunned the prospect of spending two or three hours at a banquet table, saying things in official language that he didn’t want to say, in the company of officials he was in no mood to spend time with. He came up with an excuse. “Besides, I have a lunch appointment today.”
    “Then another time,” Qiao said, moving to the door. “Enjoy your day in Wuxi. There is a lot to see.”
    *   *   *
    After Qiao’s visit, Chen felt obliged to leave the villa and head out to his “lunch appointment.”
    He had planned to go to the park, but he changed his mind when he saw that it was packed with tourists. He could go there another time, preferably in the evening, when it would be less crowded. Instead he made a right turn again, following the same route as the day before.
    He noticed weather-beaten tourist attraction signs along the way, but there were no tourists walking there. At a turn in the road, a black limousine sped past him at full speed. He had to quickly flatten himself against the hillside. The road must have been built so that Party officials could enter and leave the center without having to walk through the crowded park.
    He cut through the small square and took several unfamiliar turns, but to his surprise, he found himself heading toward Uncle Wang’s place again.
    It couldn’t be because of her, Chen assured himself. The food there was not bad, he thought, trying to rationalize his return to Wang’s. Also, there was the quiet, anonymous atmosphere. He was nobody there, and there was nobody else there, either.
    As for the possible food contamination she had warned him against, it would probably be the same everywhere.
    Uncle Wang didn’t seem surprised at his reappearance.
    “You’re early, Mr. Chen. What would you like today?”
    “It’s not quite lunchtime yet. Perhaps a pot of green tea first.”
    “Sure, a cup of tea to start. Whenever you’re ready to order, let me know.”
    Soon, a pot of tea was placed on the table, along with a dish of fried sunflower seeds and a light blue ashtray half full of cigarette butts, presumably the same one as yesterday.
    He sat sipping his tea and looking around the street.
    Not far away, a family of three was eating brunch out on the street, sitting in a circle consisting of a plastic chair, a wooden stool, and a bamboo recliner, without a table in the center. The little boy was gazing up at a brightly colored kite dangling from a tree while being chided by his mother, who was insistently pushing the bowl up to his mouth. His father was enjoying a leisurely smoke, looking over his shoulder. All of them seemed contented and at peace with their surroundings.
    Past the family, there was a middle-aged peddler squatting over a piece of white cloth, on which he exhibited an array of souvenirs and knickknacks. It was a strange place to have chosen. On a side street not frequented by tourists, there would hardly be any customers for his goods. Still, the peddler, dressed neatly in a short-sleeved white shirt, looked contented, like someone relaxing in front of his own house. But then Chen didn’t know this area, so his interpretations of these people could well be wrong.
    Anyway, they seemed to be ordinary people and ordinary scenes, and they calmed him.
    Ready to settle