came here and accused me of being a traitor. I tell you, I never thought you’d sell me out like that. What kind of man are you?’
Then she hung up.
Zhao Yue asked me who it was but I ignored her. I dialled Liu Three’s cellphone and he didn’t take the call. I persisted, then finally heard his reedy voice. I asked him to explain.
He hesitated a while, then said, ‘Brother Chen, there’s something I’ve always wanted to ask you.’
I spoke through gritted teeth. ‘So, ask.’
‘When Fatty Dong wrote the letter falsely accusing Boss Sun, you knew all about it. Why didn’t you stop it, or at least warn him?’
This was a decision I’d long regretted myself. At the time of plotting his coup, Fatty Dong had said to me, ‘Old Sun is a waste of space. If we got rid of him, everyone would benefit.’
I’d seen this as an opportunity for me too, and so I’d allowed him free rein to set up Old Sun. At no point had I intervened.
I said to Liu Three, ‘So that’s the reason you’ve got together with Fatty Dong to murder me.’
He didn’t reply.
‘Come over here if you dare. Let’s talk face to face.’
He said that as things had come to this, there was no need to talk any more.
My anger erupted. ‘Fuck your mother, Liu Three!’
He laughed but his tone still seemed to retain some of its former warmth. ‘Brother Chen, my mother’s already old. I’ll help you find a couple of younger chicks.’
CHAPTER TEN
Li Liang’s wedding was a Chengdu sensation. On 1 May, twenty gleaming cars, precisely arranged like words in a sentence, set off from Jinxiuu Gardens and cruised smoothly towards the Binjiang Hotel. We’d arranged beforehand with the cops so there weren’t any hold-ups. I was at the head of the motorcade, driving a Mercedes-Benz 320. A little tune danced around in my head, a Zhonghua cigarette dangled from my lips, and whenever I saw a red light I accelerated. Li Liang sat at my side with a solemn expression. In his 30,000 yuan Zegna suit he looked very suave.
I teased him. ‘Li Liang, my son, today you’re marrying your wife. What’s with the serious face?’
He didn’t smile, just asked earnestly, ‘Why do I feel a little scared?’
‘What’s there to be scared of?’ I said. ‘Ye Mei won’t bite you; at the most she’ll give you a blow job.’
He shook his fist. But he soon became solemn again and sighed loudly, apparently gripped with anxiety.
Having been chief witness to Li Liang’s golden years I was intimately familiar with every one of his former girlfriends; even their bra sizes. Don’t get the wrong idea — it was Li Liang who told me. In second semester of our first year at university he fell big time for a Jiangsu girl in the PE department. She had a classically beautiful face — large eyes, red lips, fair complexion, straight nose — but her figure … well, it was unusual. Her lower arms were the width of my calf, her upper arms bloated and her midriff well-padded. She had what was known in campus slang as a ‘tiger back’ and a ‘bear waist’. There was a story that some guy had tried to steal her purse in the dining hall and she’d fought back. Before long the guy’s strength was spent and he sat on the floor and started crying. He refused to get up, as if she’d put a spell on him. This girl liked to go for a long run every morning and she had the physical force of a team of horses galloping. The two magnificent constructions on her chest moved like ocean swell. It was an overwhelming sight. One evening when we were chatting after lights out in our dormitory, Chen Chao from Shandong slapped his hand on the bedboard and expressed his reverence for that imposing chest: ‘Mother, those are quite simply two Mount Tais.’
After that, the name ‘Mount Tai’ got around fast. I didn’t know exactly what Li Liang loved about Mount Tai, but I believed this love was the real thing. Each night when LiLiang returned from a date, he dragged me to the privacy
Then she hung up.
Zhao Yue asked me who it was but I ignored her. I dialled Liu Three’s cellphone and he didn’t take the call. I persisted, then finally heard his reedy voice. I asked him to explain.
He hesitated a while, then said, ‘Brother Chen, there’s something I’ve always wanted to ask you.’
I spoke through gritted teeth. ‘So, ask.’
‘When Fatty Dong wrote the letter falsely accusing Boss Sun, you knew all about it. Why didn’t you stop it, or at least warn him?’
This was a decision I’d long regretted myself. At the time of plotting his coup, Fatty Dong had said to me, ‘Old Sun is a waste of space. If we got rid of him, everyone would benefit.’
I’d seen this as an opportunity for me too, and so I’d allowed him free rein to set up Old Sun. At no point had I intervened.
I said to Liu Three, ‘So that’s the reason you’ve got together with Fatty Dong to murder me.’
He didn’t reply.
‘Come over here if you dare. Let’s talk face to face.’
He said that as things had come to this, there was no need to talk any more.
My anger erupted. ‘Fuck your mother, Liu Three!’
He laughed but his tone still seemed to retain some of its former warmth. ‘Brother Chen, my mother’s already old. I’ll help you find a couple of younger chicks.’
CHAPTER TEN
Li Liang’s wedding was a Chengdu sensation. On 1 May, twenty gleaming cars, precisely arranged like words in a sentence, set off from Jinxiuu Gardens and cruised smoothly towards the Binjiang Hotel. We’d arranged beforehand with the cops so there weren’t any hold-ups. I was at the head of the motorcade, driving a Mercedes-Benz 320. A little tune danced around in my head, a Zhonghua cigarette dangled from my lips, and whenever I saw a red light I accelerated. Li Liang sat at my side with a solemn expression. In his 30,000 yuan Zegna suit he looked very suave.
I teased him. ‘Li Liang, my son, today you’re marrying your wife. What’s with the serious face?’
He didn’t smile, just asked earnestly, ‘Why do I feel a little scared?’
‘What’s there to be scared of?’ I said. ‘Ye Mei won’t bite you; at the most she’ll give you a blow job.’
He shook his fist. But he soon became solemn again and sighed loudly, apparently gripped with anxiety.
Having been chief witness to Li Liang’s golden years I was intimately familiar with every one of his former girlfriends; even their bra sizes. Don’t get the wrong idea — it was Li Liang who told me. In second semester of our first year at university he fell big time for a Jiangsu girl in the PE department. She had a classically beautiful face — large eyes, red lips, fair complexion, straight nose — but her figure … well, it was unusual. Her lower arms were the width of my calf, her upper arms bloated and her midriff well-padded. She had what was known in campus slang as a ‘tiger back’ and a ‘bear waist’. There was a story that some guy had tried to steal her purse in the dining hall and she’d fought back. Before long the guy’s strength was spent and he sat on the floor and started crying. He refused to get up, as if she’d put a spell on him. This girl liked to go for a long run every morning and she had the physical force of a team of horses galloping. The two magnificent constructions on her chest moved like ocean swell. It was an overwhelming sight. One evening when we were chatting after lights out in our dormitory, Chen Chao from Shandong slapped his hand on the bedboard and expressed his reverence for that imposing chest: ‘Mother, those are quite simply two Mount Tais.’
After that, the name ‘Mount Tai’ got around fast. I didn’t know exactly what Li Liang loved about Mount Tai, but I believed this love was the real thing. Each night when LiLiang returned from a date, he dragged me to the privacy
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