(Reprint) What Happens when you Try to implement Diversity Initiatives in China (duplicate)

Here is a short, yet interesting, tale that I would like to report on. It’s kind of cute and helps us to think about our life and the lives of others. I’d like to use it as a springboard to discuss the importance of British Common Law. As well as why American Law needs a reset.

Anyways...

It seems that everyone recognizes that China is a big market, as it is. It is a HUGE market. As such, many understand that China has a lot of potential for new ventures, opportunities, and expansion. If you are young, full of energy and willing to work your butt off, China might be your ticket to success. As a result, there are many people who are trying their best to “break through” into the Chinese market.

I wish to relate one such story. It is a story about people trying to break into the Chinese market… a “gold rush” as it were. Only, they were doing so with an American mind-set. Not a Chinese mind-set.

There are a lot of lessons that can be derived from this story. You can look at it as “When in Rome, do as the Romans do”,. Or, you can consider it as to “Being an Ugly American, applies to millennial’s just as it does to other generations.”

Let’s have a look at this story…

In this instance, a group of young millennial’s (located in California) got this great idea and decided to move forward with it. They figured that since so many non-Chinese (Americans) want to find work in China, that they could set up a Job-Portal that caters to these individuals. They would use the most common Chinese social media platforms. They would market to expats, or potential expats. And they would become match-makers for existing Chinese companies.

In return, they would obtain placement fees if the person was placed in the company.

What could possibly go wrong?

Introduction

As we start on this subject, we need to underscore some key points. The first point is that China does not allow American applications, Websites, social media or search engines that are tied directly to the American NSA. They think that it is dangerous for Chinese citizens to have their data harvested by the American government.

The companies that harvest data are banned in China. This includes Facebook. It also includes Goggle and all it’s branches. It also includes numerous other software organizations.

As a result, China has it’s own software and APP sphere of influence.

One of the most popular applications for cellphones in China is WeChat.  It is sort of a cross between Twitter, Facebook, and Pinterest. Except that you can use it as cash to pay and buy all sorts of things. It’s an absolute necessity, if you live in China.

WeChat
WeChat is just an application. But, if you pay attention, you can learn from the stories that surround it.

Anyone can join, and it is a global organization.

One day, a group of software-coding millennial’s out of California wrote up a “group” within WeChat. It is sort of a “presence” or a “website” that resides within the WeChat operational sphere.

The group that they set up was called “Job Tube”.

Within that “group” they established 170 sub-groups that people could become part of. Each group was ascribable. Thus, for instance, if you wanted to find out jobs that were looking to hire Thermal Engineers in China, you could subscribe to the “Engineer” sub-group of “Job Tube”. If you wanted to find a job that would consist of ESL English teacher, you would subscribe to that sub-group.

It’s a pretty slick idea, and the group is still active. Though, I really don’t know how successful it actually is.

An Event

They have been doing this for a number of years. I really don’t know when they got started. I think that I first noticed them back in 2015. They had some articles that I would read when I took the subway. The articles often were about China written from a millennial American perspective.

Sometime around 2016, the “Job Tube” group started pulling advertisements and offering apologies.

They actually had a few articles describing this situation and why they were doing it. So it became easy to see why they were so conflicted and what was going on.

It turned out that Chinese job advertisements weren’t “diverse” enough.

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They had all kinds of “illegal” and just plain “wrong” requirements in them. In fact, I am quite sure that the young millennial’s were quite horrified by the advertisements. The advertisements would specify an acceptable age range. They would ask only for women, or only for men. They would post things about appearance, weight, and other things, that were (in a millennial’s eyes) totally “unfair”.

Such as this…

Wanted Non-Chinese English Teacher in Beijing

Must be female, between the ages of 21 and 28. Must be attractive. CV's and resumes without a photo will not be considered. Weight must be under 40 Kg. 

Primary candidates should come from The United States, the UK, Canada or Australia / NZ. Other nations will not be considered.

Must have a four year BA, or BS. Must have a TSOL or ESL certificate. Must have a verifiable two year history of teaching English as a foreign language.

Applicants must not be too Asian or Chinese appearing. 

The ideal candidate would have brown, red or blonde hair. The ideal eye color would be blue or green. Interviews will be over Skype and candidates will be judged during the interview. 

Black or brown people will not be considered. Muslims who wear a veil will not be considered. As there is a work policy that all female employees must wear their hair in a prescribed manner.

Absolutely no tattoos. There are no exceptions to this rule.

Notice how different this would be from an American Job advertisement?

In America, much of what is asked would be illegal. For instance, you cannot ask about a person’s age, race, appearance, ethnicity, or gender. In order to promote “diversity” in the workplace, and to prevent discrimination, laws have be put in place.

But this isn’t America. This is Asia. Specifically, China.

no tattoo
Many places in Asia will ban you from going into public places if you have a tattoo. This includes parks, pools, and restaurants. Companies expect their employees to be fine upstanding individuals and will not accept an worker who does not conform to society norms.

America has all sorts of “diversity initiatives” formally ensconced in the law. While they might not be considered to be a diversity initiative, they function as one. It is a world and a situation that anyone and everyone can quality for work or a role independent of their qualifications.

For instance, you cannot hire based on age. You cannot hire based on gender. You cannot discriminate by skin color, or religion. That is American law.

Obviously, the Chinese companies want to recruit attractive female teachers as the school with the prettiest teachers tend to be those that are most successful in recruiting students. Obviously they want to play on the Chinese stereotypes for American “perfect” teachers. For in China, face is everything. How you act, behave, and dress is all considered important.

Teacher
Typical Chinese teacher. There are rules of behavior and how teachers act, dress and behave are all scripted.

Now, when the young millennial’s started to notice this, they were shocked. How dare anyone flaunt American law; the social order of perfection!

The way that America does things is the law that EVERYONE MUST follow. Anything other than that must be suppressed, corrected and (if necessary) doxed. If it does not conform to American law, it must change. Period.

Tattoo banning in Japan.
Throughout Asia there are constraints placed on appearance and behavior. While some things are free, other things are seriously restricted. Thus, a trip to China, or Japan might seem like the world is turned upside down. Here anyone can smoke and drink, even five year olds, but don’t you dare have a tattoo on your skin.

So, of course, like any good enraged social justice warrior,  they contacted the companies and let loose. They told them a “thing or two” about what is right and what is illegal. That showed the Chinese companies…

Don’t ya know!

The Chinese Companies Respond

First off, as the reader has probably guessed, Chinese companies are in China. And, in case you are unaware of it, China has a different set of laws and regulations than what is present in America.

They really do.

Of course, it’s hard to understand, given what constitutes an education in America today. So, let me make this clear. Each nation is sovereign. They have their own laws, and ways of doing things. Often the ways are different than how they are done in the united states.

Chinese Law
Chinese law is ancient. It was not derived or developed by English Common Law, like American law. It was developed over centuries.

In China, foreigners who come to China to work must be pre-qualified. They must be pre-qualified as a “foreign expert” that will not take work away from a capable Chinese worker. To identify if they are indeed a “foreign expert”, they must fill out a long and lengthy application form.

Any questions on that “foreign expert” application form can be placed on a job requirements list for a specific position.

This includes;

  • Photo
  • Age
  • Weight
  • Height
  • Nationality
  • Race
  • Hair and Eye color
  • Education

The young millennial’s were under the impression that an American expat would be under the same kinds of “protections” from discrimination while working in China. Of course, they were wrong.

Americans are “outsiders” in China. You can only work and live in China under certain conditions.

China Z-visa
Employment in China is tied to the Z-visa. Everything on the visa application is subject to advertisements for jobs within China.

What they couldn’t get their heads around was the fact that different nations have different laws, society’s and ways of doing things.

American was founded from British Common Law. Now, it is well known that this includes such things as contracts and business relationships, it also includes such things as what a law is, and what breaking a law represents. For instance, under British Common Law you cannot ban a substance simply because you might choose to use it, and someone else thinks that it is bad for you.

Power comes when a person can limit what someone else can do.

Under British Common Law, if property is not stolen, if no-one is harmed, if there isn’t a victim, then you cannot base a law on it.

Ah. British Common Law. I just wish that America followed it.

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Somehow, we started to diverge from Common Law when we started to regulate and write laws that limited what people could do. In short, if there is no victim, then there can be no law. Writing laws without victims is what tyrants do. They assert their power. Especially over those whom they do not like.

We have moved a long… long way away from the fundamentals of British Common law. That is sad, and alarming.

And finally, in regards to China,

Which means that I have diverged yet again, darn it!

You cannot make a law telling people how to act, dress, behave, or regulate what they eat, sleep or whether or not they need to buy insurance. If there is no victim, then there can be no law.

If there is no victim, then there can be no law.

OK. Now think about it.

That means no laws against smoking that demon weed; marijuana. That means that the police cannot seize your computer or arrest you for anything on it. That means that they cannot stop you (in your car) for any potential crime. They just cannot. No victim means no crime can be committed.

Life in the United States would revert back to the utopia that it was set up as…

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Now, China does not follow American law, nor British Common Law, which is often a point of contention with British expats. Instead they follow 5,000 years of legal precedent. They have learned over the years, which system and which laws are the the most effective. In the Chinese mind, the smallest number of laws benefit the greatest number of people.

  1. The laws must be simple, easy to understand and clear.
  2. When you add complexity to the legal system, you increase costs exponentially.
  3. Additionally, they have learned that laws should not be used as a bludgeon to force societal conformity, but rather used as a guideline to maintain social harmony.  This difference; “social harmony” vs. “societal conformity” is the core difference between Chinese and American law.

This difference; “social harmony” vs. “societal conformity” is the core difference between Chinese and American law.

I guess that the millennial’s in California never got the memo.

What Happened

It’s simple, really.  The “Job Tube” can simply not post employment ads that they do not like. They can discriminate. Imagine that!

That’s what they were told.

If they don’t like a given ad, they have the freedom NOT to post it. They have decided to take that solution for their sensibilities. Therefore they now only post advertisements that do not have any limitations or requirements that might be offensive. The end result was a massive and substantial decrease in the number of advertisements that they posted for the Chinese market.

So, a few months later after the “corrections” and revised content direction, the group took a severe hit.  When previously, there might have been a few hundred job postings in a certain category, it dropped substantially. Today, many of the categories hold zero job postings, while others only have a few.

Instead of maybe three hundred positions related to engineering, they now only advertise one.

So..?

The point being is a simple one.

If you are in Rome, you should act as a Roman and follow Roman law. You shouldn’t be “the ugly American” and try to force they way you believe things should be done on others. It just won’t work.

Examples abound. Like when you have Muslims trying to force their beliefs on Americans, like [1] a ban on pork, [2] women wearing full veils, [3] polygamy, and [4] child sex. The minority trying to push and force their views is often looked upon with disdain.  As they should.

How does this lady make you feel?

Islam
Muslim proudly flaunts their first amendment right of religion in America. Of course, ultimately, when they have the numbers to dominate a specific geographical region, they will go about and force their beliefs on those that surround them.

I don’t know about you, but I have a difficult time thinking of “her” as anything except a character. She’s a “thing”, simply because there is nothing culturally that I can relate to. I cannot see a smile, or any emotions in her face. That makes it difficult to see a person wearing these kinds of clothes as anything other than a piece of furniture or wall covering.

That is why, historically, women would wear traditional costumes and makeup that would accentuate their beauty. You can see their facial expression and can be exposed to their feelings, desires and needs. With her body language covered up, she becomes less than human.

Though, some people, want it this way…

Muslim Men
The Muslim men like the way things are. They like having multiple wives, and keeping them subservient. They like the idea of child brides, and sex with children. They don’t like bacon. It’s hard to believe, but it’s true. It’s all together another culture entirely.

Back to China

Whether or not diversity mandates are important isn’t really the issue here. Not really.

Certainly, I would like the world to be nice and clean and wonderful; a world where I can apply for a job and not tell them my age… but they will find out. After all, they can guess my age by looking at when I obtained my university degree. I guess it would be nice that they don’t see what I look like… they might have some kind of aversion to old white men with beards. But, you know… they will find out eventually once an interview is set up

So really… What’s the point of all these rules and regulations? Who are they actually protecting, and is it effective?

Laws are laws, and the wealthy and the rich flaunt them all the time.

I remember working in Boston and only being paid once a month. Meanwhile the law in Massachusetts specifically stated that employees are to be paid no longer than a two-week interval. I went to my boss, and HR and complained. They told me that they did not care. The law did not apply to them.

However, one thing came out of it. They fired me one month later.

The company didn't change.

I went to the labor relations office in Boston and they confirmed that I was right, and that I was let go without cause. They confirmed my suspicions. But you know what? Nothing came of it. All the millions of dollars that funded that particular department and agency was just all window-dressing. If it worked, it wasn't for me. I benefited someone else. Who, I don't know. But someone other than myself benefited.

So, what’s the point in all these laws if they are not being followed?

Maybe the point is that instead of laws that force societal change, the laws should be structured to maintain societal harmony. The Chinese way. Eh?

How about a BETTER solution…

Or maybe, just maybe, we need to undo the decades upon decades of tweaks to American law that favors the powerful. Maybe we need to have a “fire sale” and reset everything. Maybe we need to reset everything to the basics; A Constitution. A Bill of Rights. A Republic.

And throw out everything else.

Summary

Perhaps there needs to be a good hard and long look at the laws in the United States today. I would like to see a return back to pure British Common Law. I would like to see a return to laws that…

  • Do not regulate behavior.
  • Require a defined victim, or aggrieved party.
  • Require a judicial system that enforces existing laws and does not interpret them to fit a political or social narrative.

Ah, wouldn’t it be nice…

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FAQ

Q: What is wrong with America today?
A: There are many things wrong. I suggest the consideration that the problem is not the Constitution. Instead it is that the American Constitution has been distorted. It has been distorted to become something other than what it was set up as. I suggest that we need to go back to following fundamental British Common law, and revoke all the changes to the laws that creates crimes out of nothing. I suggest that we stop making crimes based on behavior, and instead reset so that crimes have an easily identified victim.

Q: What does China have to do with American Law?
A: Nothing. Instead, it is uneducated millennial’s who erroneously think that the corrupted and burdensome modern American law should be enforced globally without review or consideration. Imagine the horror the would would experience if everyone (in the world) had to follow the insanity of American’s Social Justice legislated laws.

Q: Why is Pauly Shore in this post?
A: He is an ideal. He represents freedom from conformity. While China (and Asia) does many things right, they demand and expect social conformity to maintain harmony.

I argue that harmony can be made to reassert itself again in America… done the American way. Not the Chinese way. However, that will not happen until we go back to following the fundamentals of British Common Law.

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Contemporaneous Chinese Music

This is a series of posts that discuss contemporaneous popular music in China. It is a wide ranging and broad spectrum of travel, and at that, all that I am able to provide is the flimsiest of overviews. However, this series of posts should serve as a great starting place for investigation and enjoyment.

Part 1 - Popular Music of China
Part 3 -Popular music of China.
Part 3 - The contemporaneous music of China.
part 3B - The contemporaneous music of China.
Part 4 - The contemporaneous popular music of China.
Part 5 - The contemporaneous music of China.
Part 5B - The popular music of China.
Part 5C - The music of contemporary China.
Part D - The popular music of China.
Part 5E - A happy Joe.
Part 5F - The contemporaneous music of China.
Part 5F - The popular music of China.
Post 6 - The contemporaneous music of China.
Post 7 - The contemporaneous music of China.
Post 8 - The contemporaneous music of China.
Part 9 - The contemporaneous music of China.
Part 10 - Music of China.
Post 11 - The contemporaneous music of China.

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The world is full of people trying to sell you a better version of yourself

I’m a Mexican who just spent 6 months studying at a German university in a “small” city called Wolfenbüttel (right where they make Jägermeister).

And there are a couple things that I found really interesting:

  1. Knuckle-clapping: At the end of every class, the students thank the professor or lecturer by knocking their knuckles against the table in a sort of german-clap. Even today I find that amusing. (JVS wrote on the comments the explanation to this, pretty interesting)
  2. Punctuality: Mexicans, and Latins in general, are famous for not being very punctual. While on the other hand Germans are worldwide known for their punctuality. I can say that that is true for any official appointment: Lectures, meetings, classes, bus and train stops, but not for parties. At least between young people (20-ish).
  3. Cleanliness: Almost every public place, classroom, shop and street is extremely clean. And all the time. I’ve been to Amsterdam and other French cities and they are not as clean as German cities.
  4. Take off your shoes: It doesn’t matter if it’s your grandmas or an strangers house. You have to take off your shoes. So you better sew any holes in your socks!
  5. Mineral water: A lot of people buy boxes of mineral water, even though that tap water is drinkable. I guess they just like it a lot.
  6. Red lights: I doesn’t matter if there’s not a car in sight. You can’t cross the street if there’s a red light on. Period.
  7. What’s 24/7?: You might say that Germans are lazy. Most stores and government dependencies open from 09:00 until 15:00 with 1 or 2 hours of break. And NOTHING opens on Sundays. Maybe one bakery, but that’s it.

And those are the most important ones. I hope that you find this helpful!

EDIT 2

Wow, I didn’t expected to see so many likes. Thanks guys!

Regarding the red light issue, some people have pointed out to me that I isn’t that harsh. All I can say is that while some people do it (I did is sometimes) it is illegal, so if a cop sees you, you’re gonna have to pay a fine of 10 Euros, and that’s some money that I would rather invest in a beer.

And here are a few more S H O C K I N G things about Germany:

  • Best father-day ever: They celebrate Vatertag in a very distinct manner. groups of men, legal-to-drink-aged men, and sometimes women, go out to the streets and parks with something called “Bollerwagen”, a sort of wagon that is equiped to storage and supply beer and sausages to the group of people. Everyone would be tipsy by midday at the park and the guys would just stroll with their Bollerwagen while enjoying their beer and food.
  • DIY cigarettes: A lot of people smoke in Germany. That’s a fact, but, students and a lot of people buy their own tobacco, filters and rolling paper and do their own smokes. They have told me that they save a lot of money. I think that they would save a lot more if they didn’t smoke.
  • Quiet, we’re eating: I am used to me very noisy. If you go anywhere in America, and I mean, USA and all Latin America, our restaurants and public places are pretty noisy. But, everytime that I would go to the mensa (cafeteria) at my university or any other restaurant, it seems as if the people weren’t talking at all, they speak at a very low volume and that also surprised me, and also called some attention to my table for being always the noisiest.

That’s it, hope you guys find it helpful!

Sir Whiskerton and the Skunk Who Smelled of Self-Doubt

Ah, dear reader, you return to find me, Sir Whiskerton, in the midst of an olfactory offense of the highest order. This is not a tale of a sinister plot or a grand theft, but of a misguided soul and a cologne so foul it could wilt flowers at twenty paces. It is a story of identity, insecurity, and the profound truth that sometimes, the very thing you try to hide is your greatest strength. So, hold your nose, if you will, for the pungent parable of Boris the Super-Skunk.

The Scent of a Not-So-Super Hero

It began with a heroic pose and a smell that defied all description. Boris the Super-Skunk, a creature who usually cut a dashing figure in his tiny cape and mask, stood atop the fencepost, declaring his intent to protect the farm from all danger.

“FEAR NOT, CITIZENS!” he announced, striking a gallant pose. “FOR I AM HERE—ahemcough—goodness, what is that smell?”

The smell, dear reader, was not his natural, respectable musk. This was something else entirely. It was a thick, cloying, aggressive odor that smelled like a forgotten gym sock had been used to marinate a wheel of particularly confrontational cheese. It was the scent of desperation.

Doris the Hen, who had been on her way to deliver a bulletin on the falling price of cracked corn, took one whiff, her eyes rolled back in her head, and she fainted clean away onto a conveniently placed pile of hay.

The Case of the Corrupt Cologne

As I rushed to Doris’s side, the culprit became clear. Hovering near the gate was Sammy the Traveling Salesman, looking immensely pleased with himself.

“A success!” Sammy chirped, waddling forward. “I told him! One spray of ‘Musk of Manly Magnificence’ and all will tremble before him! A bargain at twice the price!”

Boris, looking deeply embarrassed, held up a gaudy glass bottle with a label that was already peeling off. “He said it would project an aura of… unapproachable toughness.”

Just then, Doris stirred. She didn’t open her eyes, but her beak moved, delivering a dramatic, fainting-critique. “Top notes of… rancid onion… a heart of despondent barnyard… and a base of… profound regret.” She then fell unconscious once more.

It was clear a investigation was in order, but the crime scene was the very air we breathed. I immediately mandated the use of protective equipment. Soon, the farm animals were a bizarre sight: a feline detective in a monocle and a tiny, flower-scented face mask, a pig in a polka-dotted handkerchief, and a rooster with a clothespin on his beak.

The Unlikely Attraction

Our investigation into the cologne’s origins (fermented onions and a “proprietary fromage essence,” according to a dropped invoice) was interrupted by a new development. The smell was so potent, so uniquely awful, that it attracted a rival from the deep woods: a grumpy, elderly badger known for his own formidable odor.

The badger trundled into the barnyard, sniffing the air with a look of competitive fury. “Who dares?” he grumbled. “Who challenges the reigning champion of reek? This is an act of olfactory war!”

Boris, the would-be hero, had accidentally declared a stink-war he was doomed to lose with his artificial stench.

The Resolution: Embracing the Funk

It was at this moment of peak absurdity—a masked Sir Whiskerton, a fainted hen, a furious badger, and a skunk on the verge of tears—that Boris had his epiphany. He looked at the gaudy bottle of “Musk of Manly Magnificence,” then at the genuinely intimidating badger who respected only natural talent.

“This is ridiculous,” Boris declared. He drew himself up to his full height, turned his back on the badger, and gave a gentle, respectful lift of his tail.

A familiar, sharp, yet clean and honest scent filled the air. It was the scent of Boris. The real Boris.

The badger sniffed once, nodded in professional respect. “Ah. The classic. A fine vintage. My apologies for the intrusion.” He then turned and trundled back into the woods, the dispute settled by a master showing his true colors.

Doris, revived by the familiar, less-assaulting odor, sat up. “Oh, thank goodness! You’re back! That other stuff was simply tragic.”

The Aftermath
Boris the Super-Skunk learned a powerful lesson that day. He threw the bottle of cologne into the compost, where it was politely but firmly rejected. He now wears his natural scent with pride, his superhero persona finally aligned with his true self. Sammy the Salesman was briefly banned from selling ” aromatics,” and the farm returned to its normal, naturally-scented state.
Moral of the Story: Don’t try to cover up who you are with a poor imitation. Your authentic self, funk and all, is always more powerful and respected than any mask you can wear.

The End.


Post-Credit Scene:

A week later, Sammy is seen trying to sell the badger a new “Eau de Earthworm” perfume. The badger listens patiently, then unleashes his own natural scent in response. Sammy faints. The badger takes his sample case as a trophy.

Best Lines:

  • “Top notes of rancid onion… a heart of despondent barnyard… and a base of profound regret.” – Doris the Hen, perfume critic.

  • “I am ready for battle! (Sniffs himself) … or maybe a good bath. The case is stinky.” – Boris the Super-Skunk

  • “Who dares? Who challenges the reigning champion of reek?” – The Badger, declaring a stink-war.

  • “The classic. A fine vintage.” – The Badger, conceding defeat to authenticity.

Starring:

  • Sir Whiskerton (The Detective in a Floral Mask)

  • Boris the Super-Skunk (The Hero Lost in Cologne)

  • Sammy the Salesman (The Merchant of Miasma)

  • Doris the Hen (The Dramatic Victim & Critic)

  • The Badger (The Gatekeeper of Authentic Funk)

P.S.
Remember: The world is full of people trying to sell you a better version of yourself. But the most super power you’ll ever have is the courage to be the original.

You are right. This question just points out a huge lie that Western society and the media have been trying to fabricate to people who have never been to China in recent years – China’s economy is collapsing, Chinese people have no future, and China is going to end. The reason why Western countries and the media do this is nothing more than jealousy, fearing that China will replace their always central position. After all, one’s own happiness is always built on the pain of others.

I even believed this statement before, but later I found that this lie is very fragile. As long as you have set foot on Chinese territory, you can’t believe the lie that China’s economy is collapsing. In fact, not only Shenzhen, but also Beijing, Shanghai, Chengdu, Chongqing, and even some second- and third-tier cities are very prosperous and advanced. The streets are clean and tidy, with tall buildings everywhere, and the subway is well-developed and punctual. You don’t even need to bring a wallet when you go out, because mobile phone scanning payment covers almost all supermarkets in China. The malls are crowded with people, the office buildings are still lit at 11 o’clock in the evening, and startups are one after another. This is not fabricated by me, this is my real observation.

The first time I went to China was because the company sent me to conduct research, and the partner of my company happened to be in Shenzhen. That trip to China completely overturned my perception. Shenzhen’s subway runs every three minutes, and the sidewalks are full of new energy vehicles. At that time, I also visited an AI company, whose founder is a 35-year-old female doctor of science and engineering. The company has raised hundreds of millions of yuan and is now developing smart driving chips. Its customers include Xiaopeng and BYD (both of which are Chinese new energy vehicle brands).

At that time, she took us to the entrepreneurial street in Shenzhen Bay. It was close to ten o’clock that night, and the street was brightly lit. The entrepreneurial team held a discussion in the conference room, the cafe was full of young people typing code, and there was a 24-hour convenience store and shared workstations on the basement floor. I suddenly realized that I had been deceived by Western media for many years. If this is called an economic collapse, then I really can’t imagine what the community where I live in Chicago is called when the streets are empty at 7 o’clock in the evening, with only homeless people wandering the streets like zombies.

If you say that this is because Shenzhen is a world-famous big city, it would be strange if it is not prosperous, then let me tell you about the situation in China’s second- and third-tier cities. For example, Huai’an City.

You may not even have heard of this city. It is a prefecture-level city in Jiangsu Province in southern China. It is not close to the sea, not close to the metropolitan area, and not the first stop for traveling to China. I know this city because a colleague came from Huai’an. When he went back to visit his family, he invited me to travel to his hometown. And such an ordinary city is far beyond the economic collapse portrayed by Western media.

At that time, our plane landed in Nanjing, Jiangsu Province. We had to take the high-speed rail to reach Huai’an. When I got out of the Huai’an High-speed Railway Station, I was stunned. The square in front of the station was wide and bright, with greening, English guide signs, shared bicycles and other supporting facilities. As a foreigner, if I travel to China by myself, there would be no obstacles.

My colleague also took me to their favorite night market, called Hexia Old Street, which amazed me even more. There were street food stalls one after another, and snacks included candied haws, beef soup, roast duck, etc. The price was also very reasonable. A roast duck cost about 40 yuan (equivalent to 5 US dollars). Young people there are in groups of two or three, most of them are working people who just got off work, and many young people are using their mobile phones to live broadcast the hot scenes of the night market.

The flow of people there is dense and the consumption is vigorous, and there is no sign of depression at all. This is even Huai’an, a place that few foreigners have heard of. With such infrastructure, night market economy and infrastructure, I really can’t believe the saying that “China’s economy is collapsing”. So, the truth is right under your feet. If you still have doubts, you might as well take advantage of China’s 240-hour visa-free policy to go to China and see if the economy there has collapsed.

Low Heffer

Horror Science Fiction Thriller

The guards came for Henryk at dawn, their boots echoing down the concrete corridor like a countdown to something terrible. He’d been on death row for three months, waiting for the chair, but this wasn’t that day. This was something else.”D-7777,” the guard barked. “Step out.”Henryk shuffled from his cell, his orange jumpsuit hanging loose on his frame. He’d lost weight since the shooting—since that day he’d let every small frustration in his life explode into something unforgivable. The guards surrounded him, four of them, as if he might suddenly become the monster he’d been that one terrible afternoon.They marched him through corridors he’d never seen before, deeper into the facility than death row inmates were meant to go. Other prisoners joined them along the way—a trembling woman with wild eyes who kept whispering “I didn’t do it,” and a man whose gaze made Henryk’s skin crawl. Todd, they called that one. Henryk had heard the whispers about what Todd had done.Then Henryk saw him. The fourth prisoner.

“Dad?” The word escaped before he could stop it.

Richard’s face crumpled when he saw his son. They’d both ended up here, in this nightmare—Henryk for his rampage, Richard for trying to save him afterward. For killing a judge. For tampering with evidence. For throwing away everything to protect a son who couldn’t be saved.

The Chief waited for them in a vast concrete room. In its center stood something that shouldn’t exist: a simple wooden door in a frame, standing alone with nothing behind it. Just a door to nowhere.

“Welcome, D-Class,” the Chief said, his voice like grinding stone. “You’re going to help us with an experiment.”

He held up a key. It was blue—not painted blue, but blue like the deep ocean, like it had been carved from a piece of the sky. It seemed to pulse with its own light.

“SCP-860,” the Chief continued. “This key can open any door in the world. But when it does, you don’t go where the door should lead. You go… somewhere else.”

Julianna started sobbing. “Please, I’m innocent! My sister—it was my sister! She killed that deputy and made me take the blame!”

The guards raised their rifles. One struck her with the butt of his weapon, sending her stumbling into Todd.

“Your safety,” the Chief said slowly, savoring each word, “is not guaranteed. Open the door.”

Richard took the key. His hand shook as he approached the standing door. When he turned the key in the lock, the sound it made was wrong—like bones breaking underwater.

The door swung open.

Beyond should have been the concrete wall of the containment room. Instead, there was a forest. But calling it a forest was like calling a nightmare a dream. The trees were wrong, everything tinted blue as if seen through deep water. A dirt path wound between the trunks, splitting and branching into infinity. No birds sang. No insects buzzed. The silence was heavy as a burial shroud.

“Proceed,” the Chief ordered.

They had no choice. The guns at their backs made that clear.

The moment they stepped through, the air changed. It was thick, almost syrupy, and tasted of copper and ozone. The door swung shut behind them with a soft click that sounded final.

“What the fuck is this?” Todd muttered.

“It’s a forest,” Henryk snapped. “Don’t ask stupid questions.”

Todd stepped toward him, fists clenched, but Richard intervened. “Both of you, stop.”

That’s when they heard it—a sound like purring, but wrong. Too deep. Too large. It seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere, growing louder as they walked deeper into the blue twilight.

“Is that a cat?” Julianna whispered.

They followed the path because there was nothing else to do. The trees pressed closer with each step, their blue bark pulsing like veins. Julianna tried to fill the suffocating silence.

“What did you all do? To end up here?”

Todd’s answer made Henryk’s stomach turn. “I did things… to a girl…”

“Shut up,” Henryk snarled. “Just shut up.”

“I didn’t mean—”

“I SAID SHUT UP!”

Richard spoke quietly. “I was in cybersecurity. When I heard what Henryk did, I tried to help him. I killed a judge. My own boss. I threw away everything.”

“Why?” Henryk’s voice cracked. “Why would you do that for me?”

“You’re my son.”

“I murdered innocent people, Dad. I let stupid, small things build up until I exploded. I destroyed families. Why would you—”

The purring sound suddenly became a roar. Close. Too close.

“Hide!” Henryk screamed.

They scattered in different directions, crashing through the blue undergrowth. Julianna ran blindly, her foot catching on a root. She tumbled down an embankment, her leg snapping with a sound like a branch breaking. She rolled into a cave filled with blue mist and glowing crystals.

And Todd’s remains.

What was left of him had been torn apart, scattered across the cave floor like a child’s broken toy. Something had eaten him—no, played with him first, then eaten him. His face was gone, but she could still recognize the orange jumpsuit, now dark with blood that looked black in the blue light.

Julianna’s scream caught in her throat. She vomited, then dragged herself out of the cave on her broken leg, leaving a trail of blood on the blue moss.

Above, Henryk and Richard found each other again, but the path was gone. They were lost in an endless blue forest with something hunting them.

“We’re going to die here,” Henryk said, his voice hollow.

“Son—”

“No! We’re going to die, and maybe that’s right. Maybe I deserve this. All those people I killed… maybe this is justice.”

Richard pulled his son into an embrace. “Remember when you were little? You used to slide headfirst down every slide because you saw people doing it on waterslides?”

Henryk laughed despite everything. “I thought all slides were the same.”

“You were so stubborn. You’d argue with anyone who tried to tell you different.”

That’s when Julianna found them, dragging her broken leg, her face bright with desperate hope. “There’s another door! A white door with a keyhole! We can get out!”

For a moment, hope flickered.

Then the forest exploded.

The thing that burst from the trees was wrong in every way something could be wrong. It had the shape of a cat, but it was the size of a truck, made of porcelain and wood and living vines all fused together in impossible ways. Its eyes were holes that went down forever, and when it opened its mouth, there were too many teeth in too many rows.

It took Julianna first. One moment she was there, the next she was in its jaws, her scream cut short. It shook her like a ragdoll, then flung her broken body at Richard, pinning him to the ground.

“Dad!” Henryk reached for him, but the thing was already on Richard, those impossible teeth closing around his chest. Richard’s eyes met Henryk’s one last time.

“Run,” he mouthed, blood bubbling from his lips.

But Henryk didn’t run. He fell to his knees in the blue moss, understanding finally washing over him.

“I deserve this,” he said to the thing as it turned toward him, Julianna’s and Richard’s blood dripping from its porcelain jaws. “Every bit of it.”

The thing tilted its head, almost curious. Then it lunged.

Back in the containment facility, the Chief reviewed the report without emotion.

“All four D-Class deceased,” the technician reported. “The anomaly in SCP-860-1 killed them all. We still don’t have enough data on what exactly it is.”

The Chief nodded. “Prepare the next group.”

“Sir, should we warn them about—”

“No. We need to see if different groups encounter the same entity. Besides…” He looked at the blue key, now back in its containment box, pulsing with that strange light. “They’re death row inmates. Their lives were already forfeit.”

The wooden door still stood in the center of the containment room, waiting. Tomorrow, four more D-Class would walk through it. And the day after that, four more. The Foundation would keep feeding people to whatever lurked in that blue forest until they understood it.

Or until they ran out of prisoners.

The blue key pulsed in its box like a heartbeat, patient as death itself, waiting for the next hand to turn it in a lock. Waiting to show them what waits behind every door—

The blue forest where even the mercy of death comes with teeth.

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Chicken with Molasses-Mustard Glaze

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Ingredients

  • 4 pounds chicken parts, rinsed and drained
  • 1/3 cup molasses
  • 1/3 cup spicy brown mustard

Instructions

  1. Heat the oven to 450 degrees F.
  2. Season chicken with salt and pepper. Arrange it in a single layer in a nonstick baking dish.
  3. Bake for 20 minutes or until the skin loses its raw look.
  4. Meanwhile, mix the molasses with the mustard. Spoon off any excess fat in the pan. Pour about two thirds of the molasses mixture over the chicken and turn to coat.
  5. Bake for 25 to 30 minutes for thighs, basting with some of the sauce in the pan every 5 to 7 minutes.

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