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pigs, but that means extra labor and money. It was simply more cost-effective to throw carcasses into the river.”
    â€œIs there any legal recourse? A law requiring proper disposal or a penalty for dumping them in the river like that?”
    â€œNone that I know of,” Sima said, shaking his head. He shifted the topic easily. “There are so many foreigners in the city these days that I really have my work cut out for me. It’s not even possible to effectively control all the hotels.”
    â€œThe pig scandal started with a British tourist, right?”
    â€œOh yes. He actually posted a picture of his hotel meal online, just an hour before he was taken to hospital. From there it just spread like a virus. The Internet can really create trouble. Pictures and blog posts were forwarded and reposted God knows how many times. Someone even posted the patient’s diagnosis from his hospital records. And then, after all that, the pictures of the pig carcasses floating down the river showed up. The city government lost a lot of face, and they had to conduct some sort of internal investigation.”
    â€œTell me more about that investigation.”
    â€œThe dead pigs were traced back to Jiaxing. In the past, farmers there raised only a few pigs, perhaps five or six per family. Pig farming is now a matter of mass production. There are thousands of them, maybe even more, crammed together. They are now raised on chemical feed and whatnot. So naturally there are more sick or dead pigs in the picture. Some ‘entrepreneurs’ saw an opportunity there. They bought the pig carcasses from the farmers for practically nothing, and with their special connections, they sold the pigs to food companies at a slightly lower price. After all, once it was made into sausage, who could tell the difference?”
    â€œThen why were all the dead pigs suddenly floating down the river?”
    â€œThe National Party Congress is scheduled for the end of the year. After the British tourist’s bad sausage situation became so public, the city government tried to do something to address food safety issues. They arrested a couple of the businessmen who were selling the dead pigs. Those arrests scared the others, so they simply dumped the remaining pig carcasses into the river.”
    â€œBut what about all of the others?” Chen said. “I mean, it’s a long chain of corruption, starting with the farmers and then moving on to the middlemen, the food companies, and the supermarkets. How can all of them be so unethical and irresponsible?”
    â€œPeople don’t believe in anything these days except the money in their own hands. As the proverb says, everyone is just sweeping the snow in front of their own door. Secretary Lai is right. There’s something wrong with the introduction of Western capitalistic ideas and values into our society. The result has been a spiritual vacuum. We have to reintroduce revolutionary ideas to the people.”
    There was something to Sima’s analysis. But whatever it was that had caused this general “spiritual vacuum,” singing the old red songs wouldn’t be the solution. Sima was just using the official language and speaking the Party line. Chen saw no point in discussing it with him any longer and quickly made his farewells.
    *   *   *
    Emerging from Sima’s office, Chen decided to walk for a while and try to sort out what he’d learned from Sima. The story of the dead pigs was absurd, conceivably another blow to the prestige of the local Party government, but he couldn’t see how it could possibly be related to him. He was still wondering what the invisible connection was, when he got a phone call from Wuting, the acting head of the Shanghai Translation Publishing House.
    â€œI’ve got great news, Chen. The new T. S. Eliot translation is coming out. We are going to have a book launch party tonight. As one of the main