End Game (36 page)

It wasn’t so easy for him to make a statement. People both in the party and the army were watching. He knew from various sources that the power he seemed to have exerted over the American economy had made a strong impression. If he made a statement, if he seemed to be trying to moderate what he had done, they would draw their own conclusions.

And yet if this ran out of control, if this turned from a panic to a crisis, it would present a pretext for Fan to step in.

But the statement from Peskarov changed everything. He had been told about it as soon as it was made. In the morning he met with Bai over a breakfast of rice congee. He also had Qin in the room.

Bai continued to maintain that the sense of panic would alleviate once there had been a few weeks without any more surprises. Peskarov’s statement, he said, was the last twist in a story that was coming to an end. It was mischievous, but didn’t change the economic fundamentals.

‘What about the political fundamentals?’ said Zhang sharply.

‘I think the world will soon see that Peskarov is merely meddling. That is what he is like.’

Zhang grunted non-committally and took a spoonful of congee, adding a pickle to it with his chopsticks. He ate thoughtfully.

‘Everyone now expects me to say something,’ he said.

‘You will look as if you are being forced to follow Peskarov,’ said Qin. ‘You will look as if you are forced to speak because of the Russians.’

‘Yes, but what if I don’t say it?’ He looked at Bai. ‘What then?’

‘There is no cause for a crisis,’ said Bai. ‘Everyone knows Peskarov is just blowing on the fire. His suggestion to open books is ridiculous. Who would believe what they saw in such books, anyway? Yes, there is more panic now. In another few days, everyone will forget about it.’

‘Won’t everyone think we want them to believe we had a political reason for letting the Fidelian Bank fail?’ said Zhang.

‘That is not the only interpretation,’ replied Qin.

Zhang took another spoonful of his congee. The influence that China’s state control of companies in the American economy gave him was striking. He had not really been aware of it himself before, but now that the case of Fidelian Bank had demonstrated it, one could not help but be in awe of the effect. If he was in any doubt, the anxiety he could detect when he spoke with Knowles had shown him the strength of the power he had discovered. It wasn’t even necessary to use it. Merely the awareness of it was sufficient to create an impact. It was like a military parade, or testing a bomb. Something to show that it was there. In the years of Chinese subjugation in the nineteenth century, when western powers had wanted to show their power over China, they had sent their naval vessels to sail up the Yangtze River to display their might. That was enough, they didn’t need to shoot. Fidelian Bank was an equivalent for the twenty-first century. One bank, a foretaste of what could happen. This time it showed China’s power over the west.

The weapon he had in his hands – which he had barely used even in the case of Fidelian Bank, and certainly not in any planned or coordinated way – seemed immensely powerful. But immensely powerful weapons, he knew, can be immensely dangerous, not only to the target, but to the one who uses them.

‘Do you not think that if I say nothing, President Knowles will think that I really plan to try to manipulate his economy?’

‘Who could imagine we would try to do that?’ said Qin. ‘It would be too dangerous. Anyway, to let a bank fail is not the same as to cause it to fail. Did you ask it to make so many bad loans? Did you tell the CEO to make such bad decisions?’

Zhang took a piece of pickled radish with his chopsticks and chewed it slowly. The situation was becoming extremely complicated. The further he had gone with this, the greater the stakes had become.

The showdown with Fan had been coming for some time, but he had not consciously chosen to precipitate it now. And yet it felt as if this matter of Fidelian that he had started had brought it to a head. His case had always been that it was economic power that would guarantee China’s ascendancy. Now all the factions in the regime – and Xu’s first amongst them – were watching to see if that was true and if he had the ability to wield it.

He was fearful of what would happen in Sudan. The situation there also had the potential to become very complicated. He did not think the American army would tolerate for long two of its soldiers being held hostage by a regime that many people in the United States would like to see removed. The president of Sudan had told him that his army was not aware of the Americans’ location but was searching for them. Zhang did not believe that. He wondered whether the Chinese military in Sudan was involved. The truth was, Zhang himself did not know whether the Chinese army in Sudan was operating purely as advisors or took part in anti-insurgency operations. Fan had staffed the force there with loyalists and had tight control over the deployment, and Zhang did not trust what the general told him nor the reports that he saw. He wanted the two airmen released. He had told this to the Sudanese president and he had told it to Fan. The stronger he appeared in his ability to confront the US with economic power, the more likely it was that Fan would be forced to comply.

Zhang knew that he had backed himself into a corner, unable to make concessions in the outside world because of the need to shore up his power at home. But at some point, that was always going to be the case. A final reckoning with Fan was inevitable. Now it seemed to have begun, so he must take his chances. Half measures would be fatal. Whatever he did, he would have to do with all his conviction.

Appearances were crucial. It was no longer enough for China to look like the victim of American browbeating, the posture with which the Chinese government had so often been satisfied in the past. With all eyes in the regime on the developing confrontation between him and Fan, China under his leadership needed to show a new strength. The more President Knowles made demands on him, the more he would be forced to resist them. Only if Knowles backed down on something, then he would be able to help him.

Qin understood all of this well, more so than Bai, whose political cunning was only slowly emerging from under the weight of his technocratic training.

‘Qin,’ he said, ‘let them give us something. Let them back down on South Africa. We must get something from this.’

Qin nodded.

‘What if he calls you?’ said Bai.

‘He should stop these calls!’ said Qin. ‘He should understand this does not help. We look as if we must do what the American president says. Soon we will hear about this one in the press like we heard about the other one.’

‘Then what should I do?’

‘Perhaps he will not call.’

Zhang turned to Bai. ‘You should be telling me to make the statement they want. You should be telling me to calm the markets.’

Bai nodded.

‘Well?’

‘I am also aware of all the other things, President Zhang.’

Zhang watched him. Bai, he knew, wanted to prove his political credentials. He wanted Zhang to see that he was more than an economist.

‘You told me at the start it would be a panic of a few days. Now it is weeks. Then it will be more.’

‘That is the price for showing our strength,’ said Bai. ‘Both outside and inside.’

Zhang shook his head. ‘That is too high a price.’

‘President Zhang, this is not like it was in 2008. The panic will go. We will not need to put in the stimulus we put in 2008. For a few more days, for a few weeks, perhaps, the panic will continue. But it will pass.’

‘Are you sure of that?’

Bai nodded.

Zhang looked into his bowl. The congee was finished. He took a piece of pickle with his chopsticks.

There was a knock on the door. Zhang’s private secretary entered.

‘President Zhang, the office of President Knowles has rung to schedule a telephone conversation with you.’

41

HE HAD REFUSED
to take the call. Twice. Roberta Devlin had contacted the Chinese president’s office personally and both times she had been told that Zhang was unavailable.

So they waited on him to make a statement. But the silence out of Beijing was deafening. A week after Peskarov had stood up in St Petersburg and made his remarks, nothing had been heard. Everywhere else there was noise. The markets were sliding, the press was shouting and pressure groups all over the country were demanding action to protect their own pet interests. The White House was being assailed by foreign leaders wanting to talk with the president.

His approval ratings were in territory they had never been to before. Sandy Ruiz-Kellerman’s latest numbers were truly awful and there were plenty of polls by other organizations to confirm them. A president whose approval hadn’t been below fifty before, he was now struggling to hit forty.

It was four weeks to the day since Harley Gauss had died and Dewy and Montez were captured. It was supposed to be the holiday season. He had turned on the lights in the tree behind the White House with the press demanding to know if Dewy and Montez would be home for Christmas. Every time anyone in the administration remotely connected with security or defense spoke to the press, there was a journalist who asked that question. They talked as if he had promised it.

Things were slipping out of control. The markets were in a self-fueling cycle of panic where each fresh fall drove the next one. Ron Strickland and Susan Opitz announced one new measure after the next and each one just seemed to make things worse, driving the markets further into what appeared to be an unstoppable suicide dive.

He got together the people whose advice he valued most. Ed Abrahams, Roberta Devlin, Gary Rose, Marty Perez, John Oakley. He wanted to know how this could be controlled. The measures Strickland and Opitz had taken should have been more than enough to deal with the failure of one bad bank, including its secondary effects. It was irrational.

Marty Perez disagreed. ‘What the markets are doing isn’t irrational nor is it disproportionate. Mr President, we have a bank whose owner – a foreign government – let it fail. For no reason we can understand. With that, right now, no sense of panic in the market is disproportionate. They can’t panic enough.’

‘That was the case the day Fidelian failed,’ said the president.

‘Yes, and something’s changed. The foreign owner refuses to exonerate himself. All he has to say is he didn’t do it on purpose – and he won’t. We’ve crossed a line with this.’ Perez paused. ‘The implication of the fact that Zhang refuses to talk – after everything that’s happened – is that this
was
done on purpose, and the implications of that, of a foreign government manipulating the failure of a publicly held corporation – and a bank, at that – are incalculable.’

‘Come on, Marty,’ said Oakley. ‘That’s a little extreme, isn’t it? Incalculable?’

Perez was almost tearing his hair out. All week long he had been fighting a battle against people in the White House who were telling the president that the markets were responding irrationally, that the actions taken by the Fed and the Treasury should have been enough whether Zhang had spoken or not. ‘John, believe me, it’s not extreme. Everyone knows that Chinese sovereign wealth funds and Russian sovereign wealth funds and Arab wealth funds and any other wealth fund out there are up to their necks in ownership of US stocks. Banking, mining, construction, utilities … You name it, they own it. Now, after Fidelian, everyone’s looking around asking which is the next one that one of these funds is going to manipulate.’

‘And which would that be?’ said Oakley.

‘I don’t know! No one knows. That’s exactly the point. People are looking around trying to figure out who owns what and dumping anything they think is in danger. And that is not disproportionate.’ He turned back to Knowles. ‘Mr President, the market is reacting exactly as it should. A market runs on the belief that participants will act rationally in an economic sense. It’s an unwritten law that underlies everything that happens in our economy. I buy a stock or a bond a company issues because I believe the other people who are buying stocks and bonds and the people running the companies all want the same thing. Profit. Value. Now you get a bunch of owners who don’t want those things, who aren’t acting rationally in an economic sense – but they don’t identify themselves, and they don’t tell you what’s driving their behavior – and that’s not a market you want to be in. It’s not a market – it’s a casino. Invest in that and you’re playing Russian roulette with your money.’

‘Marty,’ said Ed Abrahams, ‘how long can this go on?’

‘How long? Do you know what would happen if the PIC and a few other similar funds decided to dump
all
their stocks on the market tomorrow? Dump
all
their bonds? Those instruments wouldn’t have a value.’

‘But how much would they lose?’

‘Trillions. But they don’t have to do that. They don’t have to take those losses. Even if they just
said
they were going to sell. It’s the threat. It’s not knowing where they’re going to go next. It’s like you’ve got a bunch of things in front of you and some of them have a bomb ticking inside them. Which of them do you want to own? None, because you don’t know which ones have the bombs. None of them have to go off – you still don’t want to hold them. And even if you knew which ones have the bombs, you don’t want to own the others either, because if the one next to them blows up, chances are they’re going to get damaged as well. Mr President, we’ve had this conversation already. We’re looking at something unprecedented. This literally could bring our economy to a complete halt. No investment. No trust. The market’s response is a hundred per cent rational. Anyone who’s telling you that is wrong.’

‘Okay, Marty,’ said the president. ‘You’ve made your point.’

‘This crisis is not the same as the last. Last time, it was only our entire financial system that was about to fall over. This is way scarier. Our economic system has been infected by the political. That’s not the American system. The fear we’re seeing is because of a recognition that the two have become combined. You have that fear and there’s
nothing
Ron and Susan can do to stop it.’