The Expats E-Book

A.J. Griffiths-Jones

• Herausgeber: Next Chapter
• Kategorie: Krimi
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2022

Beschreibung

In a leafy suburb of Shanghai lives Li Yang: a local employed by various foreign families to take care of their needs.

It's the turn of the millennium, and China is evolving. At the centre of the dynamic change is the vibrant hub of Shanghai, a melting pot of cultures and businesses; a place of luck, fortune and chance. In awe of the homes in which these strange people live, the housekeeper Li Yang gets to know the families who she's working with.

What the westerners don't know is that in addition to her unusual working life, Li Yang has a turbulent home life, with her own son hiding things from her. Something is going on, but Li Yang just can't seem to work out what it is.

As the clock ticks, will she be able to stop the impending events before she loses the one thing she loves most?

Leseprobe

The Expats

Skeletons in the Cupboard Series Book 5

A.J. Griffiths-Jones

Copyright (C) 2017 A.J. Griffiths-Jones

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Published 2019 by Next Chapter

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This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without the author's permission.

In Loving Memory of Phil Pimlott 1973 - 2016

Author's Note

As the world reached a new millennium at the turn of the 21st Century, more and more skilled workers were seeking employment overseas, reaching out to unique opportunities and grasping them with both hands.

Unlike foreign traders and prospectors in previous years who had ventured out, leaving their families safely at home, this new breed of employee were uprooting their wives and children and embarking on a new life in faraway lands.

My husband and I were just two of those foreigners seeking to make our fortune in a new country. His career as a talented engineer had opened unexpected doors and in 2003 we embarked upon the adventure of a lifetime. I wasn't worried about finding work, as we packed up our belongings and prepared to fly to Asia, as I had plenty of teaching experience and relished the challenges that lay before us. It was hard saying goodbye to family and friends, wondering if we were making the right decision and contemplating who would come to visit us and when, but the excitement of beginning a new adventure together far outweighed any fears that we may have had and hence the journey began.

This tale is based upon our experiences and friendships forged in Shanghai, China, where we initially agreed to spend two years but ended up staying for a decade. The city was, and still is, a vibrant melting pot of people from all walks of life and we met some wonderful people both Chinese and other nationalities from around the globe, making it hard to tear ourselves away when the time came to leave, but also content in the knowledge that we had created many wonderful memories.

Some of the chapters in this work of fiction are based on true events but the characters are, for the most part, pure figments of my very over-active imagination. I know that our friends won't mind me sharing their pieces of this very colourful jigsaw puzzle, as they know that they all have a very special place in our hearts, we all have the photos, and in some cases scars, to prove it.

If you ever find yourself wondering whether you should take the plunge and seek a position overseas, I can only advise that you take it. Living and working in Shanghai was amazing and it has given me the tools to live a fearless and eventful life. This book is dedicated to every person who shared a slice of Shanghai life with us and never ever forgetting the one who didn't come home.

Prologue

Shanghai. A vast sprawling metropolis divided down its centre by the mighty Huangpu river with Pu Dong (River East) and Pu Xi (River West) both dominating the skyline on either side with a myriad of old and new buildings, quite a sight to behold. Pu Dong holds the large housing estates, leafy avenues and industrial zones, all newly forged on recently acquired land, much to the bewilderment of the generations who have watched the skyscrapers rise up where their ancestor's farms once lay in peace and tranquility. On the other side is Pu Xi, another busy hive of activity where old and new buildings sit side by side, each blind to the other's origins and where millions of commuters come bustling every day to try their luck in business, whether it be in the world of high-level commerce or selling cheap souvenirs to the tourists that flock here daily, hoping to catch a glimpse of Shanghai's colourful past.

The Bund (Waterfront) serves as a reminder of the Lao Wai (foreigners) who came here last century, opening banks, setting up trading posts and igniting the flames of the opium wars, turning this city into the Paris of the East, a place where everyone wanted to venture and where virtually anything could be bought, at a price.

Modern day Shanghai is still as enticing as its historical counterpart although stark contrasts exist at every turn. Champagne brunch in each of the top hotels is a weekly occurrence, where free-flow alcohol and every type of food you could imagine can be tried for a set price, whilst listening to classical music by talented musicians and entertained by top-class acrobatic performers, all the time being waited upon by servers who return home to their meagre apartments after spending their working hours observing in wonderment how the other half live.

The Chinese nationals are a curious race, naturally inquisitive to learn about the foreigners who come to live in their land and bemused by their odd habits and customs. One such example is the Chinese attitude towards mealtimes, unable to understand a foreign worker eating as and when he has time or feels hungry, whereas a local will eat at the exact same time every day, believing firmly that a body needs regularity and will suffer dire consequences if it is not sustained by ritual. Also we have, for hundreds of years, cited our unlucky number as thirteen, whereas in China it is the number four, as the sound 'Si' is the same as the word 'Si' meaning death.

Embarking on a relocation to Shanghai was, and still is, far easier than a move to many other Asian cities. Homes are equipped with all mod-cons, in a fashion, and almost anything can be ordered and delivered to your door for a small fee.

However, charges also apply to emergency services whose ambulance drivers will refuse to deliver you safely to a hospital until the requisite amount is paid, no matter how severe the medical need.

Traffic is crazy and foreigners are discouraged from driving for their own safety, although taking a taxi can be a harrowing experience too with drivers frequently taking long routes unless you are sure of your destination and, on occasion, falling asleep at the wheel due to long unmonitored working hours. On the fun side, you are just as likely to see a man cycling down the road with a freezer strapped to his bike as to come up alongside a person on a scooter with a whole pig on the back. Expect the unexpected.

Food is something that should be questioned frequently. Korean and Northern Chinese restaurants in Shanghai serve up roasted dog meat, and open-air markets sell produce which hasn't been refrigerated and are exposed to all the elements. Local dishes are prepared with care and expertise although none taste like those we have come to know at home, where Asian chefs concoct Western versions to suit our less adventurous palates. Sometimes, however, it's the little things that you might really miss. Imagine living in a place where you can buy chocolate bread on every corner but a sugar-free loaf is nowhere to be found and a tin of baked beans costs more than a haircut at the barbers.

There is so much to explore in this place, from the mesmerising acts at 'Circus World', where eight motorcyclists ride perilously together inside a giant dome, to watching parents of single Shanghainese children tout for prospective partners in People's Park, hanging photographs and personal details on the bushes in the hope that a match can be found.

Of course nowadays, the foreign wives or Tai Tai's (mistresses) have it easier. With leading fashion retailers from the West setting up stores in the city it has become less of a struggle to make purchases, unlike the days where shopping for new underwear would involve being groped by the shop assistant as they attempted to guess your measurements and produce items more fitting for your age than to be deemed as sexy. Gone too are the days when you would cross the threshold of a shop to be told they had nothing in your size, such has Shanghai evolved.

Imagine yourself now, embarking on a journey into the unknown, with little grasp of the Mandarin language and the few words that you have managed to remember rendered useless within the realms of the Shanghainese dialect. The city is alive, bursting with inhabitants whose numbers total more than some small countries, a vast and dangerous playground for the very rich and the very poor alike. Shanghai is capable of so many things. It can create fortunes, make or break relationships and implant the deepest of memories. For me, it will always be my second home.

Chapter One - Li Yang

“Ni hao.”

Li Yang called out in Mandarin, greeting her husband as she pushed the front door to their tiny apartment closed with her foot, whilst balancing a huge nylon bag in her arms. It had been a long day and the middle-aged woman desperately longed to sit with her feet in a bowl of warm water, but there was still dinner to prepare, washing to do and a pile of socks to darn.

“Ni hao ma (How are you?)” Xu Wei asked sleepily as he trudged into the hallway to relieve his wife of her heavy burden, his slippers scraping across the tiled floor as he walked.

Li Yang quickly gave him a run-down of her day in rapid-fire Shanghainese, emphasising how tired she was but still excited to show him the goodies that her departing employers had bestowed upon her. Most of the contents of her chequered nylon holdall were foodstuffs that the family couldn't take with them overseas but there were also several items of clothing and some decorative cushion covers.

Xu Wei peered into the bag and pulled out a large sachet of rose tea, “Why do these foreigners buy such large quantities of everything?” he pondered, as his wife took the packet and inhaled the aroma, “Such a lot of waste. We Chinese have more sense, to buy what you need fresh from the market every day.”

Li Yang smiled, she too could never understand the Lao Wai and their unusual habits, but it was the foreign community in the city who had ensured her continuous employment over the years. Some had been easier to get along with than others and a few had been very strict about working hours and the finicky way in which they liked their homes cleaned but overall the benefits had outweighed the downfalls.

“I expect your new employers will be glad to have someone of your experience to help them,” Xu Wei muttered as he poured water from the dispenser to make his wife a drink, “You start tomorrow, don't you?”

Li Yang nodded and took out vegetables from a small carrier bag that she had hooked over her arm, “Yes, they're from England and have a young daughter, so I expect they will want me to work some evenings too. I'm looking forward to it.”

Xu Wei smiled, there was always a little extra cash when his spouse worked longer hours which would be very useful soon, as their son was approaching an age where he should be married and having a child.

“What are we having to eat?” he sniffed, “I'm very hungry.”

Li Yang rolled her eyes and pulled a second bag from inside the first, it contained chicken wings.

“I'll make them hot and spicy, just how you like,” she told the man at her side, “You can put on some rice.”

As preparations for their dinner commenced, the woman reflected upon the many differences between her own race and the Westerners who came to live in Shanghai, such as the simplicity of eating rice. In her culture, the rice was eaten after the main course, as something to fill you up if you were still hungry but, with her employers, they mixed the two dishes together on one plate regardless of the diverse texture and flavours. She knew that Chinese food was served that way overseas, her employers had never tired of telling her, but still it seemed a strange combination.

“Look at this huge packet of mixed spice,” Xu Wei was saying, pulling another pouch out of the bag, causing his wife to turn around, “This would take us over a year to finish. Shall I take some for our neighbor?”

Li Yang nodded and continued her task of heating oil in a wok, so much waste, she thought, it's crazy.

Later, after having eaten and cleared away the dishes, the couple sat contentedly in front of their television set but neither person was watching the news programme that aired in the background. Li Yang was mending socks and thinking about the new arrivals while the man that she loved so dearly snoozed peacefully in his armchair, a toothpick still clutched between his fingers and his trousers undone to let his stomach relax from the hearty meal he had just eaten.

Li Yang wasn't concerned about meeting her new Lao Wai family, the wife had seemed very friendly when she had been introduced by the Ayi agency a couple of weeks before, but you never knew how people would behave behind their own closed doors. An Australian woman that she had worked for some time ago had been depressed about moving to China, not knowing anyone and miles away from her family, and had taken up the habit of following Li Yang around the house with a mug in her hand as the Chinese woman cleaned. It turned out that there was wine in the mug and by teatime the woman would be fast asleep on the sofa, the empty bottles cleared miraculously away and her unsuspecting husband none the wiser. Of course, Li Yang knew that not all foreign women were like that, but she knew that most of them liked to go and drink at the weekends, although their insane shopping habits were worse than their wine imbibing ones. She was sure that this new foreign woman would reveal her bad habits eventually as a cleaning lady usually saw the worst of things, especially first thing in the morning. Except for the Germans, Li Yang smiled, never had she witnessed a cross word, the remains of a wild party or tension between a couple while working for that particular race, although they were very strict on the upkeep of their homes.

“Cha ma (Tea?)” Xu Wei asked, stirring his wife from her thoughts, “I'll make it.”

Li Yang set aside the darning and followed her husband into the kitchen, eager to put away the rest of the goods given to her that day, in particular she wanted to show him the gift that her employers had given her as a token of their appreciation. It was wrapped in pink tissue paper, and bubble wrap inside that, for protection.

“Can can (look)” she smiled, unwrapping the delicate object and placing it on the table.

“Bu hao,” Xu Wei scorned, frowning at the little glass clock that his wife was admiring so longingly, “That's very bad. Don't they know that we never give clocks as a gift, it means the time of your death will come rapidly, how thoughtless.”

“Mei wen ti (no problem)” Yang soothed, rubbing his arm, “These foreigners don't know our customs, besides Tai Tai Brenda was only here for a short while.”

Xu Wei shrugged, but his unhappy expression didn't change, “I suppose it will be useful,” he relented, “But these people really should have more sense about such things.”

Li Yang took her husband's concession as consent and took the clock through to their bedroom where she placed it on the bedside cabinet. Now she wouldn't have to listen to the dreadful tune on Xu Wei's mobile phone that woke them up every morning, this clock had a delicate ring that would be much kinder to their ears.

“Cha,” the Chinese man called, setting his wife's tea down beside her armchair.

Li Yang returned to the living room and looked around. She was content with their small apartment, it was neat and big enough for the three of them, although their son was often out with his friends but, on the odd occasion, she did wonder what it would be like to live in one of the grand homes that her employers could afford. It seemed that they always had more rooms than they needed and were forever buying things to furnish their lavish interiors. She had known couples with no children living in three or four-bedroom homes, keeping the rooms aired and fresh for visiting friends and family. There was no need to do such a thing in her home, the woman smiled, family lived close by, and anyway, she wouldn't dream of living such an extravagant lifestyle, not that their combined income would ever cover such a luxury.

“What is it?” Xu Wei sniffed, looking up inquisitively from his seat, “Are you daydreaming again?”

Li Yang smiled, he knew her too well, “Not really husband, I am just wondering about tomorrow.”

Next morning, the couple rose from their bed bright and early. Xu Wei started his factory job at eight o'clock but he had an hour commute across the city to get there and liked to do some gentle exercise before starting his shift. Li Yang ushered him out through the door before making herself some lunch to reheat at her new job, leftover chicken and vegetables would fill her up perfectly. Her husband was lucky that his meals were provided by the company that employed him. Sometimes Li Yang had found kindly employees who insisted on her taking lunch in their kitchen but mostly the food consisted of sandwiches which the Chinese woman didn't consider substantial, especially in the winter months when something warm was needed to sustain a healthy body. It would only take the ayi, or housekeeper, fifteen minutes to ride her scooter to the gated complex where she would begin her new position but Li Yang wanted to call at her friend's home first and collect a small offering for the new Tai Tai (mistress).

Deng Ping lived in a row of tiny cottages which used to be part of a very prosperous farm in days gone by, but now the buildings had become surrounded by multi-million Yuan high-rise complexes and they all knew that it wouldn't be long before the Chinese government made a compulsory purchase order to evict the tenants and sell the land to developers.

“Ni hao,” Deng Ping called from the doorway as her friend dismounted and leaned the scooter up against an outside wall, “Ni chi le ma (Have you eaten?)”

Li Yang replied in the affirmative, it was customary for friends to ask each other if they had eaten and if the response was negative, they would be taken inside to have a snack or meal, depending on the time of day. Having eaten a steamed bun for breakfast, Li Yang was content.

“Have you come for some eggs?” Deng Ping smiled, leading her friend around to the back of the cottage where dozens of chickens roamed about the yard, “They're fresh.”

“Shi er ma?” Li Yang asked, wondering if it would be alright to have a dozen, “Thank you Ping.”

Deng Ping took a cardboard carton from a stack by the chicken run and then gently knelt down to feel around in the straw for the perfectly formed eggs that her precious hens had laid.

It was ten minutes to eight when Li Yang switched off her engine and carefully lifted the tray of eggs from their resting place in the basket on the front of her scooter. Not one was broken, the sign of a smooth ride and a fortuitous sign that her new position would be a positive one.

Riding up three floors in the lift, the cleaning lady studied her own reflection in the mirrored glass. She didn't look bad for a woman in her mid-fifties but had aged considerably in the past couple of years. Li Yang tucked a stray wisp of grey hair behind her ear with one hand, carefully hugging the eggs with the other until the lift stopped and the doors opened opposite apartment 301.

The ayi knocked gently and stood listening for footsteps.

“Hello,” the cheery faced householder beamed, “Come on in.”

Li Yang nodded and slipped off her shoes before following the auburn-haired, buxom foreign woman down the hallway and into a bright, spacious lounge.

“Sorry, what should I call you?” the woman was asking as her new cleaner looked around with wide eyes.

Li Yang looked back blankly, “Sorry, little English,” she murmured.

“I'm Delia,” the woman said slowly, patting her own chest in an attempt to explain.

“Li Yang,” the Chinese woman replied, suddenly realising what was being asked.

“I know, what I mean is should I call you Li?” the foreigner prompted. Li Yang shook her head, “Yang, please. Li is family name.”

Delia nodded and repeated the name Yang a couple of times before gesturing towards the kitchen.

Li Yang offered the eggs forward and smiled, “For you.”

“Oh thank you!” Delia gushed, taking the cardboard tray, “How very kind.”

The ayi noticed that her new employer laughed nervously every time she spoke but her eyes sparkled as though she were privy to some joke that nobody else knew about. They would get along very well the Chinese woman thought. Just as Delia opened a cupboard to show Yang her vast array of cleaning products, there was a thud behind them, forcing both women to turn around.

The cheekiest little girl stood grinning at them and Yang's heart began to melt.

“This is Peggy,” Delia grinned, pulling her little girl into the room, “Say hello to Yang sweetheart.”

“Hello,” the youngster smiled shyly, trying to hide behind her mother.

“Hen piao lian (very pretty)”, Yang sighed, letting out her breath, “Hello.”

By mid-day it had become apparent to Li Yang that Mistress Delia didn't work and stayed home to take care of her daughter. She knew that child-care during the day hadn't been a part of their original agreement but she really wouldn't have minded looking after Peggy, as she was such an adorable child.

At one o'clock Delia breezed into the kitchen with her daughter in tow. Her new employee was cleaning the glass doors that led out onto a small balcony and smiled briefly before continuing her task.

“Would you like a sandwich Yang?” Delia asked, pointing at bread and ham that she'd put onto the worktop.

“Oh, no,” Yang spluttered, hoping that she wasn't expected to eat a heavy lunch with her new Tai Tai, “I have.” She opened the fridge and pointed to her plastic lunchbox which she would need to microwave.

“Okay, if you're sure,” Delia shrugged, slathering butter on the crusty loaf, “Coffee?”

Yang Li shook her head “Sui,” she said pointing to the water dispenser.

There was little more that could be said regarding lunch after that brief exchange, each woman realising that they would have to grasp more of the other's language if life were to progress smoothly in this household but each satisfied that they could get along well in a very amicable way.

Delia called to her daughter to sit at the dining table to eat her sandwich while Li Yang put away the dirty cloths and heated up her own lunch to eat at the breakfast bar. She had been working at a steady pace since nine that morning and was feeling quite peckish. It wouldn't be too bad here, she thought, although generally houses were easier to look after when the Tai Tai left the ayi to her own devices, and already that morning Delia had pointed out that Li Yang wasn't using the correct cleaning products for certain tasks. It was obvious that this employee was going to be quite particular, the housekeeper mused as she ate the chicken wings, so to avoid any unnecessary conflict the ayi would have to make notes on how Delia liked things doing and try her best to remember.

Still, she thought, Peggy looked a bundle of fun and at just three years old it would be easy to teach her some Chinese words, hopefully leading to a firm bond between them.

The day progressed slowly, with Delia unpacking boxes of their shipped belongings and Li Yang moving from room to room getting the basic cleaning done, such as floors, windows and skirting boards.

Peggy seemed content to watch cartoons on the television while her mother decided where to put this vase or that bowl, but Li Yang kept popping her head around the living room door to make sure that the little one was alright. A good start overall to a new situation and the ayi felt confident that she could settle.

Arriving home that evening, Li Yang was pleased to see that her husband had already started preparing dinner, not a rare occurrence but something that he did less and less as he grew older.

“Ni hao,” Xu Wei called as soon as he heard the door latch click, “How was everything?”

“Hen hao (very good),” his wife smiled, entering the kitchen, “The Tai Tai is quite nice, a little bit picky but at least she doesn't follow me around checking what I'm doing like some of them.”

Xu Wei nodded, “That's good, is she very young?”

The Chinese woman shrugged, “I don't know, it's hard to tell with these foreign women, I suppose she's in her thirties. What are you making?”

Her husband lifted the lid on a steamer, revealing a whole fish surrounded by green vegetables.

“Mmm, smells good,” Li Yang told him, wafting the fragrant steam across the room and inhaling deeply.

“Sit down,” Xu Wei instructed, “Ready in two minutes.”

As the couple sat finishing their meal, the front door opened and closed with a loud bang.

“Ni hao,” a young man grinned as he entered the room.

“Ni chi le ma (have you eaten?)” Xu Wei asked, immediately getting up to greet his son.

“Chi le,” the twenty-three-year-old answered, confirming that he had indeed eaten.

“Na li (where?) Xu Bo,” Li Yang asked, concerned that her only child had been eating junk food.

Xu Bo rolled his eyes and flopped down onto one of the kitchen chairs, “KFC.”

There followed a great deal of fast-talking Shanghainese, as both parents quizzed their son on exactly what he had eaten and why, emphasising strongly that such food choices were not good for a Chinese boy. The topic of conversation was only drawn to a close after Xu Bo promised to eat at home with his parents the following evening.

“I've been working so hard,” the young man complained, “Our boss is pushing us to sell more these days but people don't have the money to buy large electrical goods very often.”

Li Yang nodded, she knew from her family's own personal experience that it was hard to afford the luxuries that some people took for granted. She would have loved a modern washing-machine or a television set with a bigger screen, but their main focus these days was to ensure that Xu Bo found a suitable partner and got married before he was twenty-five. It didn't matter that he couldn't afford rent on an apartment on his current salary, as his new wife could move in with the family, such situations were perfectly normal in Eastern culture.

Xu Wei belched loudly and pushed his empty plate away from him, “Your mother started her new job today, aren't you interested to hear about it?”

“Of course,” Xu Bo grinned, taking Li Yang's hand, “How was it? Are they rich? Is their home large?”

His father tutted to show his disapproval of his son's questions, “All you young people think about is money. It is much more important to be happy than rich Xu Bo.”

The young man laughed, “We live in a vast city father, where the very rich and the very poor live side by side. Don't you hope to make a fortune some day?”

Li Yang scoffed, ruffling her son's hair, “There is no chance at our old age, we must be content with our modest home and good health, now go and take off your work clothes while I make some tea.”

Xu Bo retreated to his bedroom, banging the door carelessly as he went and within seconds loud pop music could be heard coming from a transistor radio.

Xu Wei touched Li Yang's shoulder gently, “Don't worry, when we find a match for him, everything will change. He will have a child of his own and become responsible.”

His wife nodded hopefully, “Perhaps we can find him a young woman with good prospects, maybe the daughter of a business owner or tradesman.”

Unaware of his parents discussing their plans to marry him off, Xu Bo was lying on his bed reading a magazine that he had purchased that afternoon on his break. He knew that his parents would be very disappointed if they knew their son had been wasting money on such frivolous things, and kept a watchful eye on the door, ready to stuff the glossy pages under his pillow should either of them enter. The Shanghainese youngster had a vision of how to become more affluent and this journal, full of fashion and fast cars was only just the beginning.

An hour or so later, Xu Bo took his grubby work shirt through to the balcony where his mother was hanging up washing, and asked her if she could wash it for him.

“You have two other blue shirts for your job,” Li Yang chided him, “Wear one of those.”

“But this one fits better mother,” her son complained, “The others are too tight.”

Li Yang looked the young man up and down, as he stood in a pair of boxer shorts and a white vest, hair flattened at the back from lying down and a cheeky grin on his face.

“You're putting on weight,” she scolded, “Xu Bo you must stop eating fast food with your friends, come home and eat with your father and me, like a good son. Besides, you shouldn't waste your money.”

The young man stifled a yawn and raised his hand in the air as he went back inside, “Okay.”

Li Yang followed and tapped her husband on the shoulder as their son walked through the living room.

“See how Xu Bo is getting fat,” she remarked candidly, “No girl will marry such an unhealthy boy.”