by Mingmei Yip
‘I think you’re right, Big Brother Wang.’
‘All right, then continue to sing at Bright Moon and charm him into giving up some secrets.’ He paused, then added, ‘What about that magician, Shadow? Is she still in the news these days? Is she going to get in your way with Lung, now that you’re both back in Shanghai?’
‘I don’t know; I was away and didn’t have a chance to read the newspapers.’
‘I don’t give a damn about a magician, but you’d better keep an eye on her if she poses a threat.’
‘I’ll be sure to do that, Big Brother Wang.’
After I hung up the phone, I felt as if a huge stone had been lifted from my chest. Now I could breathe normally for a while before Wang would ask me to strike again. But what was this about Shadow?
The next day, I picked up the Leisure News and saw Rainbow Chang’s column.
Will the Magician Shadow Succeed in Capturing Master Lung?
Rumour goes that because of some mishaps during Master Lung’s Paris vacation, he now seriously considers shifting his love interest to our other up-and-coming skeleton woman, Shadow, the magician. We heard that Shadow invited Lung and a few special guests to her private show. And since then Master Lung has been completely fascinated by this beautiful magician and her shadowy illusions.
Now our question is: what will happen to our beloved Heavenly Songbird? Will Lung leave her for Shadow?
Two ravishing skeleton women competing for the most powerful man in Shanghai! Who will capture Lung? Place your bets now!
If I were betting today, I would put my money on Camilla, because she possesses a unique secret weapon. But of course Shadow also has her tricks. Like we Chinese say ‘You walk your own road; I’ll cross my own bridge.’
What about you, my dear readers – who will get your bet?
I love Camilla’s sweet voice, delicate face and twenty-one-inch waist. Who wouldn’t desire a woman like her? Magic tricks the eyes; singing tricks the heart. Especially the heart of a man with as many bills in his pocket as he has romance in his heart.
More to follow …
Rainbow Chang
Was this rumour about Shadow true or just made up by the gossip columnist so Leisure News would sell more copies? My intuition told me it was made up, for I didn’t have any sense that Lung was getting tired of me. Not yet. Nor was there any sign that he was attracted to Shadow. On the contrary, he seemed more and more addicted to my contortionist sex, doubtless the ‘secret weapon’ Rainbow had alluded to. Fortunately I still had more contortions that he had ever seen. So even if he had the energy to try out a new position every week, it would be a long time before he’d tried them all.
However, as the Chinese say about men, ‘No cat doesn’t like the smell of fish.’ No matter how much a man is enamoured of or even in love with a woman, he will always be tempted by another he has-n’t yet tried out. To put it another way, while a man is chewing, his eyes do not stop gawking at the other dishes.
Therefore, I needed to act fast in case Shadow’s charm could outdo mine. Because now I was the fish in Lung’s mouth, while she was the one on the table.
For the moment I was somewhat comforted by Jinying’s concern. Although I refused to see him, I did take a few of his calls; after all, he’d saved my life. I had accepted his flowers and other gifts. He asked me to promise him over and over not to do anything rash, but I still insisted that I had really just slipped and fallen into the river. He had no choice but to accept my explanation, no matter how unconvincing. As for myself, I did not have the luxury of dwelling on my mistakes or other miseries, because to stay alive, like a shark, I needed to keep moving.
Fortunately Lung had been travelling a lot lately, and his schedule only allowed us to meet about once a week, sometimes only every two weeks. I heard that recently he’d been asked to solve a problem for a banker’s married son. The young man had had an affair with a dancing girl, who was demanding a huge sum of money, threatening to leak their affair to the newspapers. Worse, she was now carrying his baby. But the man adamantly refused to take responsibility and had paid Lung to intervene. Lung ended the whole sexual saga by simply having the woman dumped into the Huangpu River.
My life would have been made simpler if that woman were Shadow!
But since she was still very much alive, I needed to move fast.
I again invited the magician to my place, this time to discuss our show. After dinner, at which I again served the finest food and the most expensive wine, we went to the study to continue chatting.
Nursing a glass of wine, I asked, ‘Shadow, when are you going to have your next show?’
‘I’m always ready. I just need a sponsor.’
‘What about Master Lung?’ I inquired.
She didn’t answer me directly but said, ‘Since you’re my friend, Camilla, let me be honest with you. I’ve run out of money.’ She sipped her wine, then added, ‘In fact, my shows so far have left me in debt.’
Of course, she also had to bed Ciro Nightclub’s manager and the Customs House’s guard to let her perform in their places.
‘Shadow, maybe I can be your sponsor …’
She looked stunned. I was not sure if it was by my money or by my sudden generosity.
‘Actually, I mentioned that we should do a show together the last time we met, remember?’
She thought for a while. ‘But … why would you want to help me?’
‘Because we’re friends now.’ I was tacitly reminding her about having ‘saved’ her from being robbed. ‘Also because I struggled and endured many hardships before I got famous. I believe in helping others, so I can continue to generate good karma for myself.’ The ‘generate good karmas for myself’ was to rid her of suspicion, because of course I was not suggesting this to be nice to her but for my own benefit.
Moments passed, and I added, ‘Besides, you’re a magician, and I do something totally different, so we are not competing.’
‘But I do magic, and you sing. How can we cooperate onstage?’
‘The show would debut my knife-throwing and contortion talents to the Shanghainese. Tickets will sell out quickly when people learn they will see your incredible magic and also hear me sing, throw knives and contort, all in the same show. So, will you do this with me?’
She answered quickly. ‘Of course!’
‘Good. But there is one condition.’
She took a big gulp of her wine. ‘I’m listening.’
‘Onstage, you’ll be strapped onto a revolving board, while I throw knives to land all around you.’
Wine sloshed over the edge of her glass as a cloud of suspicion crossed her face. She was now in a dilemma. If she said yes, her life would be at risk if I made a wrong move, whether intentional or not. But if she said no, she might offend me, because that meant she doubted my skill, even though she’d witnessed it with her own eyes.
Worse, this opportunity would slip through the cracks of her fingers.
I put on the sweetest smile I could muster. ‘Shadow, think about it, all the attention that we can get. And all the money we’ll make.’
She still looked puzzled as well as a little drunk.
I went on, ‘You must have heard the saying, “One hand clapping fails to emit a sound.” That’s why we can help each other. Remember, if this show is hugely successful – and I don’t see any reason it won’t be – then you’ll be free to do whatever you want.’
Finally a happy smile bloomed on her face. She gulped down her wine and put the glass down with a sharp click. ‘All right, I’ll do it.’
‘Good, then I’ll send you a contract soon.’
After that, I filled her glass with more of my expensive wine. ‘To our cooperation and success!’
She responded by tapping her glass against mine so vehemently that I was surprised her glass didn’t fall and shatter like the last time.
After she left, I realised she’d not mentioned the jade ring I had put on her pinky during our last
meeting.
An encouraging sign.
Greed.
The following week I fine-tuned my plan and had a lawyer draw up a contract. Just when everything seemed to be smooth sailing, suddenly the current shifted against me. I was thrust into a situation like someone whose mother and father have fallen into the sea and who cannot decide whom to save first.
I realised I was pregnant.
The first thing that entered my mind was to get rid of the baby. But to do that would not be so simple. I would have to ask my driver, Ah Wen, to take me to see a Western doctor, or to see a Chinese doctor to get the right herbs, then ask my amah, Ah Fong, to decoct them for me. That meant at least three people would know my secret. Of course I could try to do all this by myself, but I didn’t know any doctors or the right herbs. That meant I had to ask around for a doctor who did abortions, then risk my pregnancy becoming fodder for gossip in Rainbow Chang’s column or any of the many other scandal sheets: Flower Moon News, Flower Heaven Daily, Idleness News, Pleasure Talk News.
Then I thought, maybe I can find a way to get rid of the baby myself. I read somewhere that taking herbs like moschus, musk, safflower, angelica rhizome and ox knee root will do the job. Some of these, if mixed with cat’s urine and rotten petals, could cause miscarriage just by the woman’s inhaling the horrible odor. However, I also read that one time a girl had done this, but the herbs were so effective that she was found dead, drowned in her own blood.
Besides, I had also heard numerous horrible stories about self-induced abortions. A young maid, raped and impregnated by her master, stuck a chopstick into her vagina and pushed vigorously until the fetus flew out in a mess of bloody fluid. Yes, she got rid of the baby, but she soon died of an infected uterus. Her master, unwilling to pay for a proper burial, asked the servant to wrap her body in a thin bamboo mat, then drop it into an abandoned well. It was not until weeks later that a homeless person discovered her decaying corpse. The police tracked down her family, and her mother was only able to identify the daughter by a big, heart-shaped mole between her breasts.
Another case was of a teenage girl whose marriage had been arranged but who got pregnant by her married schoolteacher. In desperation, the girl went around to ancestral temples to collect ashes from their incense burners, mixed them in maotai, and swallowed it all in one big gulp. After she died, her face and body were said to be the same colour as the month-old ashes.
But, apart from my fear for myself, I had no heart to kill my unborn baby.
Since I had no one on this earth, maybe it would not be so bad to have someone, especially someone whose flesh would come from mine and whose blood would flow from my arteries.
But the question was: who was the father? Unfortunately I couldn’t tell. Maybe it didn’t really matter. If the baby turned out to be a boy, I’d tell Lung he was the father. Thrilled to have another heir, he’d definitely make me his untouchable number one woman, not the shadowy magician. If, unfortunately, it was a girl, I’d also announce to Lung it was his but secretly tell his son that he was in fact the real father. That way, if anything happened, the young master would protect my little girl and me against his father. Or we could escape to Hong Kong or America as he’d once suggested. Now I should just wait patiently for a few more months to find out if the baby was a boy or a girl. According to the Chinese, if the bulging belly is pointed, it will be a boy, if round, a girl.
Thus decided, I yelled towards the kitchen. ‘Ah Fong, from now on I’d like to have some nutritious herb soup for dinner.’
Ah Fong rushed out from the kitchen. ‘Of course, Miss Camilla. Hmm … may I be so imprudent as to ask, are you not feeling well?’
I smiled. ‘I’m fine. Because I’m getting so busy, I need a boost to my overall energy.’
After she left, suddenly another question emerged, giving me a jolt. What if the baby was neither Lung’s nor his son’s but Gao’s?
But I had no time for conjecturing; now I needed to focus on taking care of my pregnancy and planning for my big show with Shadow. I decided to start rehearsing with her right away. If I didn’t move fast, my stomach would announce to the audience what had happened to me.
I had something planned for my show that I absolutely did not want Lung or Jinying to see, but I couldn’t come up with an excuse not to invite them. Fortunately, as I was thinking hard about what to do, Jinying called to tell me that he and his father would be going away soon.
He explained, ‘The government has just seized a large amount of opium and is secretly letting my father sell it so they’ll both make a lot of money. I’ll travel with him as his legal consultant—’
‘But isn’t the deal illegal?’
‘Yes, but the legal papers will be so convoluted that no one can prove anything. I’ve already turned down too many of his requests, and I can’t say no this time, because it is a big deal for him. If he loses his temper, he’ll either force me to do it or even have me locked up. And if I can’t see you any more, who’s going to look after you?’
I suppressed the urge to tell him I was pregnant and asked instead, ‘So how long will you be away?’
‘We’ll be leaving for about a month.’
Perfect.
‘But, Camilla, no one can know about this, because the highest levels of government are involved. So promise you’ll not tell anyone.’
‘I promise. But where will you be?’
‘I’m sorry, but I really can’t tell you.’
Just as well that he couldn’t, because it saved me having to report it to Wang.
Two days later, I told Big Brother Wang about the show with Shadow, and, as expected, he agreed right away – because most of the profit would go into his pocket, not mine. He spoke to his underling Mr Ho, owner of Bright Moon, who then agreed to let me use the nightclub for free. I hoped that when Lung came back, Shadow would be gone.
Thinking about and envisioning my show of the century, out of nowhere a thought emerged.
Why shouldn’t I just entice Lung to marry me?
My idea was not to get a better chance to kill him, as Wang wanted, but, on the contrary, to escape from Wang’s control. If I became Lung’s legal wife, I could stop spying for Wang. Then I’d think of a way to escape from Shanghai. How come I’d never thought of this before? Wang wouldn’t be able to touch me any more – unless he succeeded in killing Lung first. He would completely lose his power over me. Fortunately, he couldn’t threaten me by torturing or killing my parents, siblings, relatives, friends or pets, because I didn’t have any.
Thus thinking, I felt as energised as if I’d drunk several cups of coffee. I immediately plunged into work on the show, which I intended would make my shadowy rival disappear, this time for good.
A few days later, Shadow and I began to practise at Bright Moon. Though each rehearsal brought Shadow closer to her own destruction, she didn’t seem to sense any danger, for she was completely blinded by the vision of the upcoming heaps of glittering gold and silver coins. How true what the Chinese say, ‘Humans will always die for money, birds for food.’
But as the Chinese also say, ‘If you don’t sweat and strain, you can’t get the world to pay.’ So Shadow and I worked like coolies. Besides endless practise, we had to arrange publicity, negotiate with food vendors, hire extra security people, decide on ticket prices, design advertising signboards, give complimentary tickets to influential politicians and celebrities, and carefully arrange seating according to status.
To my relief, Shadow realised that she depended on my fame and connections to get this show, so she made things easy by doing what she was told.
However, after one of our rehearsals of knife-throwing, she asked, wiping big beads of perspiration from her forehead, ‘Camilla, have you ever worried that you might miss your target?’
I shook my head vehemently as my voice came out filled with confidence. ‘Of course not. Impossible.’
‘How come you’re so sure?’
I stared straight in
to her eyes. ‘Shadow, I believe you never make mistakes, so why should I?’
She smiled, casting me an appreciative glance. ‘Maybe you’re right, Camilla.’
‘We may be geniuses, but we also work much harder than those coolies at the Huangpu dock.’
We both laughed.
‘You’re damn right, Camilla. I guess I just have to trust you.’
My voice came out sounding as serious as I could make it. ‘Shadow, in all these rehearsals, have I ever made a wrong move?’
‘No.’
I went on. ‘If you trust yourself, you can trust me. We are of the same caliber. Maybe we were twin sisters in a past life, don’t you think?’
Would I try to harm her if she really were my sister? I had no answer for that. History is filled with assassinations between siblings and even parents and children struggling against each other to take the throne. If they had a single moment of hesitation when their hand reached to poison, strangle or stab, history has not recorded it. It was either win the kingdom or die. A murderer has only a scheming mind, no heart. And his eyes never distinguish relatives or friends, only power and status.
Anyway, everything depends on circumstances, and those always change. So maybe someday Shadow and I might be good friends or even sworn blood sisters – who could predict?
That’s why I loved the opening line in the famous novel, Romance of the Three Kingdoms:
It has always been, the kingdom once divided
must unite, once united must divide.
Past or future sisters or not, Shadow’s question about my knife-throwing showed that she was worried. I didn’t want her doubts to spoil my plan. But I was confident that her financial need would win out over her fears. Like an invincible army or water rushing down a gorge, greed is unstoppable.
As expected, the show sold out in a few days.
23
Show of the Century
On the night of our show, Shadow and I arrived five hours early at the Bright Moon Nightclub’s big performance hall. Signboards and flower baskets were everywhere, covered with congratulatory remarks on our about-to-be-unprecedented success. Lung’s signboard, the biggest and with the most lavish assortment of flowers, greeted our eyes as we arrived. Its bright red banner read:
