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Chinese of the Red Army under the command of Moa Se-Tung were being pursued by the Kuemintang, the Chinese National Party under the rule of Generalissimo Chiang Kai-Shek. To be caught meant death.” She paused to let her words sink in.
    “The Red Army left Jiangai province and traveled six thousand miles by foot and by donkey over some of the highest mountain peaks and hottest desert in China. They marched for a full year, fighting and trying to stay alive. Of the original three hundred thousand that started, two hundred thousand died. To the Chinese, death is part of life, as is suffering to achieve one’s goals. There was a small band of women that went with the Red Army on the march, and one of those women was my great-grandmother.”
    “Your great-grandmother made that trip?” Jason asked incredulously.
    “That’s correct. That’s also why my husband is so high up in the Communist Party. My grandmother was very close to Chairman Mao and stood with him through thick and thin. She and my family were rewarded for their loyalty. We Chinese understand hard work andtough situations. When I was growing up, I always was pushed and I pushed myself to work hard, to be the best. We always push forward. We do not concern ourselves with niceties in our workplaces.”
    Jason took a sip of water. “That’s an impressive story, Mei. I guess I’ll have to get used to our cultural differences.” He gave her a slight smile. It doesn’t mean I’ll agree with them, just that I’ll understand who I’m dealing with better. I didn’t realize how ruthless Mei can be when she wants to get something.

F IVE
    C ongressman Eugene Waters leaned back in his leather chair, his hands behind his head as he listened half-heartedly to his aid, John Clayton, going over a series of bills being introduced that morning on the floor of Congress. Behind him hung framed pictures of himself and a smiling President Obama shaking hands at the ribbon cutting of the RayTech plant in Fremont. There were numerous other photos of him at various events as he performed his duties as a United States congressman. His diploma from the University of California at Berkley hung in the middle of the wall surrounded by the pictures. An oak credenza held some golf trophies and other pictures of his attractive wife and two children at different family functions.
    As a tall, athletic black man, he had a friendly smile and an easy disposition that disarmed even his staunchest critics. Ever since his political science days at Berkeley, he had always found politics intriguing and figured out quickly that the smart money was in pushing the renewable energy field, especially in Northern California. He was the driving force behind RayTech’s successful bid to get the five-hundred-million-dollar loan guarantee, which allowed them tobuild the large plant in the South Bay area of northern California and to start production of solar panels, employing thousands of new people in the process.
    He was not known as a zealot in the renewable field but was sure to get as much money as possible out of the federal government for green energy projects. The trillion-dollar stimulus package passed in 2009 was a godsend to many of his pet projects, particularly RayTech and the Copper Mountain solar farm. John, sitting on the chair in front of his desk, continued reading a bill out loud that was coming up for a vote. As he listened to John drone on, his thoughts drifted to his upcoming trip to Malaysia. Officially, it was a fact-finding trip about ways to harness methane gas from cows and other animals and for him to tour a newly complete biofuel plant in Singapore, but in reality he was going to do a few whirlwind stops and then head to Bali to party like a college kid on spring break.
    He closed his eyes and thought about the last trip he’d taken to Jakarta. The thought of himself and the two naked women cavorting in the hot tub at his villa made him absently rub his thighs.
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