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- Herausgeber: BookRix
- Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
- Sprache: Englisch
In this seventh story, Xiulan, a young Chinese woman living in Hong Kong, is now using her special skills in the police department. She encounters the dangerous world of art forgery, with its big money, big egos, state involvement and inevitably, organised crime.
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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2015
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This story, set in modern day Hong Kong, is the seventh in a series based round the life of Xiulan, a young woman making her way in that busy city of 7 million inhabitants. Many of the characters from the earlier stories continue.
Characters in the story:
Ling Xiulan: expert in computational linguistics, mother of Beauty her daughter.
Deng Hai: the Calligrapher, husband of Xiulan.
Chen: brother of Xiulan, now holds an important post in the Chinese government.
Inspector Zhiayou Ma: head of the two plainclothes police units, The Peacock and Dragon teams, tasked with preventing trafficking of people, rare animals, and art objects.
Xiuping Yu and Wenling Zhan: the other members, with Xiulan, of the Peacock team.
Xiaoxia Lin and Jiang Guo: members of the Dragon team.
Xian Po: Master Copyist.
Hong Kong August 2015
Xiulan had her brother staying. They were sitting on the terrace of her house which through pines and greenery overlooked Victoria Harbour. Chen sipped his tea.
“What is the latest in Bejing brother?”
Dust, and smog and corruption,” said Chen.
“All dirt,” said Xiulan.
Chen laughed, saying,
“Well spotted.”
An upright figure approached them.
Xiulan rose,
“Inspector Ma, please take some tea.”
Ma bowed to them both and sat.
“I thought,” he said, “it would be better to talk here, out of the office.
We have had a request from the FBI about art forgery.”
Chen put his hands together and frowned.
Art forgery was a tricky business.
“What sort of co-operation do they want?”
“The usual things; links, contacts, routes, names.”
“You know,” said Chen, “that there is a big industry in China copying painting, both western and Chinese paintings. Why, the village of Dafen is devoted entirely to that.”
“And to copying porcelain.” said Xiulan.
“This brings a lot of foreign currency,” continued Chen.
“The US authorities,” said Ma, “have always been concerned about fakes and forgeries. Their art market is big; authenticated art and artifacts are key to the working of their market.”
“Provenance is not quite so crucial for the Chinese,” said Xiulan.
