Enigma of China(53)

“Enjoy your tea,” the waitress said, bringing out the tea leaves from drawers in the table, putting each into a teapot, then pouring hot water from the kettle into their respective pots. “Snacks, which are on the house, are also listed on the menu.”

“We’ll have tea first,” Chen said. “When we are ready for anything else, we’ll let you know.”

When they were again alone in the room, Chen resumed. “You were talking about your Web forum, Melong.”

“Yes, for a Web forum like ours to survive, two things are necessary,” Melong said. He was guessing that was the purpose of this meeting with Chen. Chen was supposed to be almost at the top of the city police bureau, so he had to concern himself with the Zhou case and its cyber background. Disgruntled as Melong was with the netcops, there was no point in making another formidable enemy of a regular cop who was inquiring into the Internet scene. “Those two necessary things are the permission of the government and the popularity of the content. There’s no need to say much about the first part. For that, social harmony is the bottom line. On the other hand, if only a few people visit the forum, it won’t last. The number of hits determines the amount of ad revenue. Enough ad revenue is required for a forum to meet its bills.”

“I understand. Now, let’s be a bit more specific, Melong. Why such a big fuss about that picture of 95 Supreme Majesty? Why start one of those searches over that?”

“Let me first say that a human-flesh search isn’t necessarily started by a Web forum. Any photo or article can be posted online, but if no one pays attention, nothing will happen.”

“That’s true.”

“So when I posted the photo, I didn’t know what kind of response it would get.”

Which was exactly what he’d told the netcops. There was no point in talking about his efforts to urge the forum users to respond and react, which then turned into the frenzied crowd-sourced search for incriminating information on Zhou. There was no visible change in Chen’s facial expression, Melong observed. Allegedly, Chen was one of the few cops who still adhered to some principles. That had to be true, or Lianping wouldn’t have given Chen his number.

“Is this kind of human-flesh search ideal?” Melong started up again. “Surely not—at least, not for an ideal society. But in a society like ours, what else can people possibly do? There isn’t a real independent legal system, despite all the talk—”

Melong cut himself short. The police officer sitting opposite him, however unorthodox, was still a representative of the system.

“Nor are there any independent newspapers,” Chen responded, nodding. “So the Internet has emerged as a necessary alternative, and an outlet for the people.”

“You’ve got it, Chief Inspector Chen. One of the netcops said something similar to me, except that he emphasized that the Internet is a controlled outlet, and that netcops function as the necessary control. No one should think that they’re anonymous or invisible in cyberspace and that they can say whatever they want without worrying about the consequences. That’s absolutely not true. Thanks to technology, not only are sensitive words detected and deleted—‘harmonized,’ all for the sake of a harmonious society—the Web site itself can be blocked and banned, and the government can also trace the comments all the way back to the user.”

“I’m well aware of that,” Chen said slowly, sipping at his tea. “About these Internet human-flesh searches, I hear some claim that these people are simply trying to do the job of journalists. But could you imagine something like that being published in Wenhui Daily? Others claim that these netizens are just unruly mobs, lacking moral and social responsibility. But who has the power to define social responsibility? Whatever else may be said, these Internet feeding frenzies are an undeniable indication that people don’t have any other way to seek justice or voice their opinion.”

Melong was confounded by the thrust of Chen’s statement. He decided not to say anything, at least no more than was absolutely necessary, in case Chen was setting up a trap.

“There are so many people now joining forces, or taking part in one search or another, that it reminds me of an old Chinese saying—the law cannot punish when too many people are involved.” After a pause, Chen went on, “But can you tell me more—any details at all—about how you got the photo you posted online?”

Here it came. Melong wasn’t unprepared.

“I’ve already told the netcops everything. But for you, I’ll go over this one more time. I got an e-mail with that photo attached. The e-mail message was simple. ‘This picture appeared in Liberation, Wenhui, and other official newspapers last Friday. Look at the pack of cigarettes in front of Zhou, the director of the Shanghai Housing Development Committee. What’s the brand? 95 Supreme Majesty. Do you believe an incorruptible Party cadre working wholeheartedly in the interests of the people could afford it?’