Authors: Natsuo Kirino
The door to the adjoining room opened softly, and the man who had brought me there poked his head in and pointed to me.
“You, come here. The rest of you can leave.”
The men who had been waiting looked relieved on the one hand and 2 6 3
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disappointed on the other, as if they’d missed an opportunity. They got to their feet and shuffled out. I headed for the next room, completely baffled as to what was to transpire. There I found an enormous bed in the center of the room. A woman was sitting in a chair by the bed, smoking a cigarette. She was short, and her body was firm and compact. Her hair was dyed a reddish brown and she was wearing large pink-rimmed glasses. A bright red gown was draped across her shoulders. She was garish and looked to be in her forties.
“Come over here.”
Her voice was surprisingly soft. She beckoned me to a small settee.
When I sat down, I noticed that the man who had brought me had left the room. It was just me and the woman now, sitting face-to-face. The woman raised her eyeswhich looked twice as large as they were due to the magnification of her glassesand examined me carefully. What on earth is going on? I wondered, as I returned the woman’s gaze.
“What do you think of me?” she asked.
“That you’re scary,” I answered in all honesty, and the woman pulled her lips into a tight grimace.
“That’s what everyone says.”
She stood up and opened a small lockbox on a shelf next to the bed.
She pulled out what looked to be a cupful of loose tea and poured some into a pot. Her hands were large. Then she poured hot water efficiently into the pot. She was making me a cup of tea.
“This is delicious tea,” she said.
I would have preferred Coca-Cola, I thought to myself. But not wanting to anger the woman, who clearly saw things differendy, I kept nodding.
She continued, saying triumphantly, “This oolong tea is of the highest quality. It’s from fields that I own in Hunan. And every year we only produce a little tiny bit.”
The woman made a circle with her hands the size of a soccer ball. I’d never been given a taste of such rare tea.
“What’s your name?”
The woman sipped the tea and stared at me as if she were appraising merchandise. Her gaze was soft but penetrating. I felt my heart tighten instinctively. I didn’t know what was going on, and I’d never been in a situation quite like this before: left alone with a woman whose purpose I did not understand.
“Zhang Zhezhong.”
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“Such a common name. My name is Louzhen. I make my living as a songwriter.”
I couldn’t imagine how one could make a living writing songs, but even a naive country bumpkin like myself had had enough experience in the world to know that a woman who stayed in a luxurious hotel like this was not run-of-the-mill. Louzhen, a songwriter, had hired a man to go out and find men like me. Why? Was she involved in some kind of organized crime? I began to tremble at the thought, assailed by a fear I couldn’t even name. But Louzhen said, as if it irked her, “I want you as my lover.”
“Your lover? What do you mean?”
“It means you’ll sleep with me.”
She stared right at me as she said this. I felt my cheeks burn red hot.
“I couldn’t do that.”
“Yes, you could,” she replied smoothly. “And in return I will give you a nice sum of cash. You want to make money, don’t you? That’s why you came to this city as a migrant laborer, isn’t it?”
“Well, yes, b u t … I’ve been paid to work.”
“I suppose you could say this will be work too!”
The woman seemed to realize that what she’d just said was peculiar, because she gave an embarrassed laugh. I couldn’t tell if she was from a good family or not by the way she behaved.
“How much money are we talking about?”
“If you can satisfy me, I’ll give you all you want. What do you think? A pretty good deal, huh?”
For a minute I couldn’t respond. My heart was torn. On the one hand I didn’t think I could ever possibly be a male prostitute, no matter what the compensation. On the other hand, I was sick and tired of working in construction, and the idea of making such easy money was extremely tempting. More than tempting, in fact. In the end the money won out. I slowly nodded my consent. Louzhen smiled and filled my cup with tea.
In truth, it takes considerable courage to write about this. I hesitated to divulge all these details in the written report I submitted earlier to this court, Your Honor. But now I’ve been given an opportunity to reflect on my past life. I just pray that you will read what I have written here without prejudice or contempt.
So that is how I allowed the wealthy middleaged Louzhen to buy me. I knew she was only interested in my body, but still I wondered if 2 6 5
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perhaps she might love me. Because even though she always spoke to me in rough suggestive tones, she doted on me as if I were her favorite pet dog. The reason she had picked me from among the other men, she said, was because my face came closest to resembling that of her ideal.
And she liked the fact that I stood off on my own looking out the window, instead of sitting with the others watching television. I didn’t realize it at the time, but there was a two-way mirror in the room where we had been asked to wait, and Louzhen had watched us from here.
I was ordered to live in Louzhen’s suite. While therein that magnificent hotelI saw and heard things I had never before experienced: things like Western-style food and table manners, the decadence of breakfast in bed, a rooftop swimming pool. I’d been raised in the mountains and did not know how to swim. Reclining beside the pool, tanning myself, I would watch Louzhen swim laps, her strokes powerful and smooth. The pool was limited to club members, all of whom were either wealthy Chinese or foreigners. I was particularly taken with the stylish Western women and was ashamed to be seen there with the unattractive Louzhen.
I began drinking: beer and whiskey or brandy and wine. Louzhen enjoyed watching videos of American movies. She very rarely watched news shows. I wanted to find out what had happened at Tiananmen Square and afterward, but since Louzhen didn’t get a newspaper I had no way to find out. Louzhen let it slip that once, when she was young, she had visited America. At that time the only people who ever went abroad were either government officials or exchange students, so it was a mystery to me how Louzhen got out. But I never asked her any questions.
I played my role of the young lover to perfection. I did what I could to master the life I led in the penthouse of the White Swan Hotel, this room next to heaven itself.
The room may have brushed heaven, but Louzhen was a disgusting person. If I gave voice to just the slightest opinion about anything, she flew into a rage. With haughty self-assurance she forbade me to express any of my own ideas. At those times I wanted to cut all ties with her and run away someplace where I could live my own life. But my whole sphere of existence was now confined to the penthouse and the pool on the twenty-sixth floor. I was not allowed to walk freely about the hotel or to leave it on my own. Within a week of agreeing to live with Louzhen, I began to regret my decision.
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happened. The phone by the side of the bed rang, and when Louzhen answered it she turned strangely pale. Her voice was tense.
“Well, then, what should I do? I suppose I should come back immediately.”
She was still agitated after she hung up. She leaned over to me, and I made as if to embrace her from behind.
“Something troublesome has happened in Beijing.”
“Does it have anything to do with you?”
Louzhen got up and put a cigarette in her mouth. She didn’t answer.
“Deng Xiaopings gone and done it!” she mumbled. That was all, but it was enough to make me realize that the reason her background was mysterious was that she was probably the daughter of a high-level Communist Party member. After Tiananmen, her father undoubtedly was facing difficulties.
Louzhen remained in a nasty mood for the rest of the day. She got more phone calls, which left her depressed, anxious, and angry. I sat watching a Hollywood movie until Louzhen told me, “I have to go back to Beijing for a bit, Zhezhong. You wait for me here.”
“Can’t I go with you? I’ve never been to Beijing.”
“No, that won’t do.” Louzhen shook her head abruptly, like a man.
“Well, then, will it be okay if I wander around the hotel?”
“I guess I don’t have much choice. But be sure you always have him with you.”
Him was her bodyguard, the man who had brought me to Louzhen in the first place.
“You can’t run off without telling me where you’re going, and you can’t fool around with other women. If you do pull that kind of trick on me, I’ll be sure to have you locked up.”
With that threat, Louzhen set off for Beijing. She took Bai Jie, the crafty-faced woman, with her. Bai Jie was her secretary and lived on the same floor of the hotel. That woman must really have despised me, because whenever she came near me she would look away in disgust.
The bodyguard and the limo driver were no better. They must have figured Louzhen would tire of me sooner or later, so whenever she wasn’t around they were rude to me.
I wanted to get out somehow. On the day after Louzhen and her secretary left for Beijing, I set off to explore the hotel under the watchful eye of the bodyguard.
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“So, who’s Louzhens father?” I asked, as we rode the elevator. The first time I’d met the man, when he brought me here, I was afraid of him. But now my attitude had changed completely, which did not please the bodyguard. He said nothing and looked away.
I put the screws to him: blackmail. “You know, when Louzhen gets back I’ll no problem telling her about the way you and her secretary pilfer her cigarettes and booze and sell them on the side.”
The bodyguard went pale. “If you want to know so bad I’ll tell you”
he scowled”but an ignoramus like you isn’t going to recognize the name anyway.”
“Try me.”
“Li Tou-min.”
I couldn’t believe my ears and nearly collapsed on the floor with shock. Li Tou-min was the number-two man in the Chinese Communist Party. Louzhen had threatened me with prison if I tried to escape, but I hadn’t realized how serious she was. I’d gotten tangled up with a really dangerous woman.
“Are you kidding?”
I grabbed the bodyguard’s shoulders but he shook free of my grip roughly.
“She’s Li’s eldest daughter. Whether things go well for you or not depends on how you behave. All the ones before you were idiots. They got caught up in this life of luxury and forgot that we were the ones who yanked them out of the stinking mud of the countryside. That’s when Louzhen can really be vile. She makes sure they know just what they are.”
“So you’re saying I’ll be okay as long as I watch my step?”
The bodyguard didn’t answer. He just smiled. I braced myself, thinking I’d try to knock him out here in the elevator. But just when I was ready to attack, the car jolted as we reached the first floor, the doors opened, and I was confronted with an entirely new world.
I forgot Louzhen completely. Families were milling about the lobby in Tshirts, businessmen rushed through at a brisk pace, and there were the doormen in their maroon livery. I’d been holed up in Louzhen’s suite so long, it had been at least two weeks since I was last out. A Western woman wearing a dress that was cut low in back sauntered past and smiled when she caught my eye. How big the world is! I was absolutely captivated by the different people I saw walking this way and that throughout the spacious lobby. These were people awash with luxury 2 6 8
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and the richness of peace. I wanted to become just like them. No, I was determined to be one of them. My heart, dominated by a desire for wealth and a longing for freedom, was filled with bitterness. I was seized with the desire to escape. As if reading my mind, the bodyguard whispered gruffly in my ear, “Remember, watch your step. Your clothes belong to Louzhen, your shoes, everything. If you even think of skipping off, she’ll have you brought up on charges of theft.”
“Bastard.”
“Hick.”
“It takes one to know one.”
“Not me. I’m from Beijing.”
While we exchanged murmured insults, we sauntered through the lobby, this way and that, without a flicker of nastiness on our faces.
Indeed, the white polo shirt, jeans, and shoes I was wearing had all been provided by Louzhen. The polo shirt was designed by Fred Perry of London. The jeans were Levi’s. And the shoes were Nikeblack leather with white stripes. At that time you could probably count the number of Chinese people in the world who were able to afford to wear Nikes. When I first got the pair I had on, I was so happy I could hardly stand it. Every morning I’d take them up in my hands as if they were the most precious gift ever imagined. And precisely because I was dressed so impeccably, the people who saw me regarded me with respect.
Ah, he may be young, but you can be sure he’s rich. That’s what I assumed the doormen were thinking as I saw them look enviously at the Nikes on my feet. Up till then I had been overwhelmed by Louzhen. I sucked in the air of her wealth until I felt my lungs would explode. But wealth glitters all the brighter when it is accompanied by admiration. If no one is there to appreciate your wealth, it loses half its value. When I made this discovery, I realized that I had to get away from Louzhen. I had to break free of her grasp.
I took a seat on the sofa in the corner of the lobby, to enjoy more fully the way I looked in my expensive clothes. There was a window directly across from the couch, and in it I could see my reflection. When the bodyguard saw me admiring my clothes, he smirked with pleasure.
“The tailor makes the man! Those fine threads of yours looked just as good on the guy before you, you know.”
I was dismayed. The clothes were hand-me-downs? I had assumed they were new.