The Bear and the Dragon - Tom Clancy [311]
"Klingons," Ryan muttered, with a nod. "Okay, go on."
Winston took the lead. "We can't predict the impact this will have on their society without knowing how they're going to react to the cash shortfall."
"If they squeal when it starts to hurt, what do we do?" Ryan asked next.
"They're going to have to make nice, like reinstating the Boeing and Caterpillar orders, and doing it publicly."
"They won't—they can't," Adler objected. "Too much loss of face. Asian mind-set. That won't happen. They might offer us concessions, but they'll have to be hidden ones."
"Which is not politically acceptable to us. If I try to take that to Congress, first they'll laugh at me, then they'll crucify me." Ryan took a sip of his drink.
"And they won't understand why you can't tell Congress what to do. They think you're a strong leader, and therefore you're supposed to make decisions on your own," EAGLE informed his President.
"Don't they know anything about how our government works?" POTUS asked.
"Jack, I'm sure they have all sorts of experts who know more about the constitutional process than I do, but the Politburo members are not required to listen to them. They come from a very different political environment, and that's the one they understand. For us 'the people' means popular opinion, polls, and ultimately elections. For them, it means the peasants and workers who are supposed to do what they're told."
"We do business with these people?" Winston asked the ceiling.
"It's called realpolitik, George," Ryan explained.
"But we can't pretend they don't exist. There's over a billion of them, and, oh, by the way, they also have nuclear weapons, on ballistic launchers, even." Which added a decidedly unpleasant element to the overall equation.
"Twelve of them, according to CIA, and we can turn their country into a parking lot if we have to, just it'll take twenty-four hours instead of forty minutes," Ryan told his guests, managing not to get a chill when he said it. The possibility was too remote to make him nervous. "And they know that, and who wants to be the king of a parking lot? They are that rational, Scott, aren't they?"
"I think so. They rattle their saber at Taiwan, but not even much of that lately, not when we have Seventh Fleet there all the time." Which, however, burned up a lot of fuel oil for the Navy.
"Anyway, this cash problem won't actually cripple their economy?" Jack asked.
"I don't think so, unless they're pretty damned dumb."
"Scott, are they dumb?" Ryan asked State Department.
"Not that dumb—at least I don't think so," State told the President.
"Good, then I can go upstairs and have another drink." Ryan rose, and his guests did the same.
"This is lunacy!" Qian Kun growled at Fang half a world away, discussing what turned out to be the same set of issues.
"I will not disagree with you, Qian, but we must make our case to the rest of our colleagues."
"Fang, this could mean ruin for us. With what shall we buy wheat and oil?"
"What are our reserves?"
The Finance Minister had to sit back and think about that one. He closed his eyes and tried to remember the numbers on which he got briefed the first Monday of every month. The eyes opened. "The harvest from last year was better than average. We have food for about a year—assuming an average harvest this year, or even a slightly short one. The immediate problem is oil. We've been using a lot of that lately, with the PLA's constant exercises up north and on the coast. In oil, we have perhaps four months in reserve, and the money to purchase another two months. After that, we will have to cut back our uses. Now, we are self-sufficient in coal, and so we'll have all the electricity we need. The lights will burn. The trains will run, but the PLA will be crippled." Not that this is an entirely bad thing, he didn't add. Both men acknowledged the value of the People's Liberation Army, but today it was really more of a domestic security service, like a large and well-armed police force, than a real guarantor of their national security, which