The Bear and the Dragon - Tom Clancy [174]
"We will not be brushed aside so cavalierly as that," Shen responded, earning Rutledges brief and irrelevant respect for his unexpected command of the English language.
The American chief diplomat settled back in his chair and looked politely across the table while he thought over his wifes plans for redecorating the kitchen of their Georgetown town house. Was green and blue the right color scheme? He preferred earth tones, but he was far more likely to win this argument in Beijing than that one in Georgetown. A lifetime spent in diplomacy didnt enable him to win arguments with Mrs. Rutledge over items like decorating …
So it went for the first ninety minutes, when there came time for the first break. Tea and finger food was served and people wandered out the French doors—a strange place to find those, Gant thought—into the garden. It was Gants first adventure in diplomacy, and he was about to learn how these things really worked. People paired off, American and Chinese. You could tell who was who from a distance. Every single one of the Chinese smoked, a vice shared by only two of the American delegation, both of whom looked grateful for the chance to enjoy their habit indoors in this country. They might be trade Nazis, the Treasury Department official reflected, but they werent health Nazis.
"What do you think?" a voice asked. Gant turned to see the same little guy whod bugged him at the reception. His name was Xue Ma, Gant remembered, all of five-foot-nothing, with poker-players eyes and some acting ability. Smarter than he appeared to be, the American reminded himself. So, how was he supposed to handle this? When in doubt, Gant decided, fall back on the truth.
"Its my first time observing diplomatic negotiations. Its intensely boring," Gant replied, sipping his (dreadful) coffee.
"Well, this is normal," Xue answered.
"Really? Its not that way in business. How do you get anything done?"
"Every endeavor has its process," the Chinese man told him.
"I suppose. Can you tell me something?" TELESCOPE asked.
"I can try."
"Whats the big deal about Taiwan?"
"What was the big deal when your Civil War began?" Xue replied, with a clever question of his own.
"Well, okay, but after fifty years, why not call it even and start over?"
"We do not think in such short terms," Xue answered with a superior smile.
"Okay, but in America we call that living in the past." Take that, you little Chink!
"They are our countrymen," Xue persisted.
"But they have chosen not to be. If you want them back, then make it advantageous for them. You know, by achieving the same prosperity here that theyve achieved there." You backward commie.
"If one of your children ran away from home, would you not work for his return?"
"Probably, but I would entice him, not threaten him, especially if I didnt have the ability to threaten him effectively." And your military is for shit, too. So the briefings had told them before flying over.
"But when others encourage our child to abscond and defy their father, are we not to object?"
"Look, pal," Gant responded, not quite showing the inward heat he felt—or so he thought. "If you want to do business, then do business. If you want to chat, we can chat. But my time is valuable, and so is the time of our country, and we can save the chat for another time." And then Gant realized that, no, he wasnt a diplomat, and this was not a game he could play and win. "As you see, I am not gifted at this sort of exchange. We have people who are, but I am not one of them. I am the kind of American who does real work and earns real money. If you enjoy this game, thats fine, but its not my game. Patience is a good thing, I suppose, but not when it impedes the objective,