Most of them seemed to agree. As Wu Bai had anticipated, retaliation was inevitable. President Chen appeared to accept that. He said: ‘Then the question is what form our retaliation should take.’
Wu Bai spoke up. ‘Let us remember our Chinese philosophy,’ he said. ‘We should balance yin and yang. We must be strong, but not foolhardy; restrained, but never weak. The word should be retaliate, not escalate.’
Kai smothered a smile: it was what he had said to Wu only a couple of hours ago.
Kai’s father was in a belligerent mood. ‘We should sink an American navy ship in the South China Sea,’ he said. ‘It’s time we did that anyway. The Law of the Sea does not oblige us to put up with destroyers armed with missiles threatening our shores. They’ve been told time and time again that they have no right to be there.’
Admiral Liu agreed with this. The son of a fisherman, he had spent much of his life at sea, and his weathered skin was the colour of old piano keys. ‘Sink a frigate, rather than a destroyer,’ he said. ‘We don’t want to overdo it.’
Kai almost laughed. Destroyer or frigate or dinghy, the Americans would erupt.
But his father agreed with Liu. ‘Sinking a frigate would probably kill about the same number of people as the drone at Port Sudan.’
‘About two hundred, on a US frigate,’ said Admiral Liu. ‘But it’s in the same neighbourhood.’
Kai could hardly believe they were serious. Did they not realize it would mean war? How could they talk so casually about igniting the apocalypse?
Fortunately, Kai was not the only person to have that thought. ‘No,’ said President Chen firmly. ‘We’re not going to start a war with the US, not even after they have killed a hundred of our people.’
Kai was relieved, but others were dissatisfied. Fu Chuyu repeated what he had said before: ‘We must retaliate, otherwise we look feeble.’
‘That point has been agreed,’ Chen said impatiently, and Kai had to smother a smile of satisfaction at Fu’s humiliation. Chen went on: ‘The question is how to retaliate without escalating.’
There was a moment of silence. Kai recalled a discussion at the Foreign Office a couple of weeks ago, when General Huang had proposed sinking a Vietnamese oil exploration vessel in the South China Sea, and Wu Bai had refused. But it gave Kai an idea, and he said: ‘We could sink the Vu Trong Phung.’
Everyone looked at him, most not knowing what he was talking about.
Wu Bai explained: ‘We protested to the government of Vietnam about a ship of theirs that was prospecting for oil near the Xisha Islands. We considered sinking the ship, but decided to try diplomacy first, especially as there are probably American geology advisors aboard.’
President Chen said: ‘I remember. But did the Vietnamese respond to our protest?’
‘Partially. The vessel moved away from the islands, but it is now prospecting in another area, still within our Exclusive Economic Zone.’
Jianjun spoke in frustrated tones. ‘It’s a game they play,’ he said. ‘They defy us, then back off, then defy us again. It’s maddening. We’re a superpower!’
General Huang agreed. ‘It’s time we put a stop to it.’
‘Consider this,’ said Kai. ‘Officially, our sinking the Vu Trong Phung would have nothing to do with Port Sudan. We would kill some Americans, but they would be collateral damage. We could not be accused of escalation.’
President Chen said thoughtfully: ‘This is a subtle proposal.’
And a lot less provocative than sinking a US navy frigate, Kai thought. He said: ‘Unofficially, the Americans would know that this is retaliation for their drone attack; but it is also very modest retaliation – two or three American lives for more than one hundred Chinese.’
Huang protested: ‘It’s a timid response.’ But his opposition was half-hearted: clearly he sensed that the mood of the meeting was leaning towards a compromise.
President Chen turned to Admiral Liu. ‘Do we know where the Vu Trong Phung is now?’
‘Of course, Mr President.’ Liu touched his phone and put it to his ear. ‘The Vu Trong Phung,’ he said. Everyone watched him. After a few moments he said: ‘The Vietnamese ship retreated fifty miles south, still within our territory. It’s being tracked by the People’s Liberation Army Navy ship Jiangnan. We have video from our ship.’ He looked to the area below the stage and raised his voice. ‘Which of you is the technician managing the images on the giant screens?’ A young man with spiked hair stood up and raised his hand. Liu said: ‘Take my phone and talk to my people. Get the video from the Jiangnan on the big screens here.’