"All the great men of history were driven by ambition. It goes hand in hand with power. Contrary to public opinion, the world is not divided by good and evil, but between those who do and those who do not, the visionaries and the blind, the realists and the romanticists. The world does not turn on good deeds and sentiment, Mr. Pitt, but on achievement."

"What do you ultimately hope to gain in the end besides a pretentious edifice over your coffin?"

"You misunderstand me. My goal is to help China become the greatest nation the world has ever known."

"While you become even more filthy-rich than you already are. Where does it end, Mr. Shang?"

"There is no end, Mr. Pitt."

"You'll have a tough fight on your hands if you think China can surpass the United States."

"Ah, but the deed is done," Qin Shang said matter-of-factly. "You country has died a slow death as a world power while my country is in its ascendancy. Already we have passed the United States to become the largest economy in history. Already we have passed your trade deficit with Japan. Your government is impotent despite its nuclear arsenal. Soon it will be unthinkable for your leaders to intervene when we assume control of Taiwan and the rest of the Asian nations."

"So what does it really matter?" asked Pitt. "You'll still be playing catch-up to our standard of living for the next hundred years."

"Time is on our side. Not only will we erode America from the outside, but with the help of your own countrymen we will eventually cause it to crumble from within. If nothing else, future division and internal race wars will seal your fate as a great nation."

Pitt began to see Qin Shang's direction. "Aided and abetted by your doctrine of illegal immigration, is that it?"

Qin Shang looked at Julia. "Your Immigration and Naturalization Service estimates that nearly a million Chinese enter America and Canada legally and illegally each year. Actually, the figure is closer to two million. While you concentrated on keeping out your neighbors to the south, we have been flooding masses of my countrymen across the sea and across your shoreline. One day, sooner than you think, your coastal states and the Canadian provinces will be an extension of China."

To Pitt the concept was inconceivable. "I'll grade you with an A for wishful thinking and an F for practicality."

"Not as ridiculous as you may think," Qin Shang said patiently. "Consider how the boundaries of Europe have changed in the past hundred years. Migration through the centuries has shattered old empires and built new, only to have them fall again from new waves of migrants."

"An interesting theory," said Pitt. "But a theory nonetheless. The only way for your scenario to become reality is for the American people to lie down and play dead."

"Your countrymen have slept through the nineteen nineties," Qin Shang replied, a visceral, even menacing quality in his voice. "When they finally wake up, it will be a decade too late."