Mai Jia - Decoded

That would mean that if Zhendi had really been able to take part in the competition, he would have been ranked in the top ten, giving him the opportunity to study in an Ivy League university, with a full scholarship and all the fame accorded to a Putnam Fellow in the world of mathematics. But because Zhendi hadn’t formally taken part, if you took his papers and showed them to someone, they would just laugh in your face. No one would have believed that this little kid from somewhere in China that nobody had ever heard of could get such a high mark — they would have thought you were having them on. A stupid attempt to take them in. Even Liseiwicz, looking at the answer papers in front of him, felt that in some way he must be being deceived. It was only a feeling, of course. Because Liseiwicz knew that it was true — he knew that Zhendi had not cheated in any way — and so he turned something that started out as just a game into something very serious indeed. [To be continued]

The first thing that Liseiwicz did was to go and find Young Lillie, to explain the manner in which he had tested Jinzhen on the Putnam Mathematical Competition questions. Afterwards he gave his considered opinion on the matter: ‘I tell you that Jinzhen is the best student the university has ever had, and in the future he could likewise become the best student at Harvard, MIT, Princeton, Stanford or any other world-class university. That is why I am telling you that he really ought to go abroad to study. Harvard, MIT, wherever.’Young Lillie was silent for a moment.

Liseiwicz pursued the matter: ‘You should believe in his abilities and give him this opportunity.’

Young Lillie shook his head, ‘I am afraid it is impossible.’

‘Why?’ Liseiwicz’s eyes were completely round.

‘We don’t have the money,’ Young Lillie said frankly.

‘You would only need to pay for one semester,’ Liseiwicz said. ‘I am sure that by the time the second semester started he would be on a scholarship.’

‘The problem isn’t the first semester,’ Young Lillie said with a bitter smile. ‘With the situation we are in right now we could not even pay for his fare.’

Liseiwicz left disappointed.

Part of Liseiwicz’s disappointment was due to a natural feeling of sadness that his dream for his student had not worked out, but the remainder was darkened by suspicion. He and Young Lillie had never agreed about Jinzhen’s academic future. Now he did not know whether Young Lillie was telling the truth, or whether it was simply an excuse because he did not want to go along with the plan. He thought that the latter possibility was very likely correct for he found it hard to believe that a family as wealthy as the Rongs could really be in financial trouble.

Everything that Young Lillie had said was perfectly true, however. Jan Liseiwicz did not know that a couple of months earlier, the remnants of the family property at Tongzhen had been seized in the Land Reform, and the only thing that was left in their possession was a few ramshackle buildings in the old mansion. One commercial property remained in the provincial capital, but a few days earlier at the welcome ceremony for the new mayor, Young Lillie (as a member of a well-known patriotic family) presented it to the people’s government of C City as a sign of his support for the newly established People’s Republic of China. The decision to select such a public occasion for making the gift might seem like he was currying favour but in fact this was not the case — it was the recipients who decided it should be done this way. Furthermore, he agreed with their reasoning that it would set an example encouraging other members of wealthy and socially prominent families to support the new government. I can say categorically that the Rong family were great patriots and that Young Lillie was no exception — he beggared himself in order to demonstrate his loyal support for the People’s Republic. His support was determined both by his appreciation of the bigger picture and his personal experience of unfair treatment at the hands of the KMT government. Anyway, of the property that Old Lillie had inherited from his ancestors, when it reached the hands of himself and his son, some had been given away, some had been spent, some had been ruined and some had been divided, to the point where it was now all gone. Young Lillie’s own personal savings had gone in the battle to save his daughter’s life. His salary had not risen to cover the rising cost of living and he had lost all other possible sources of income. Now Jinzhen wanted to go and study abroad, but even though Young Lillie supported him wholeheartedly, there was nothing that he could do to help.

Eventually Liseiwicz realized what had happened. That came about just a couple of months later, when Liseiwicz received a letter from Dr Gábor Szego, then the Head of the Department of Mathematics at Stanford University, which accepted Jinzhen as a scholarship student and included a money order of $110 for travel expenses. This had been extracted from department funds purely thanks to Liseiwicz’s persuasive lobbying. He had written a 3,000-word letter to Dr Szego, and now those 3,000 words had returned, metamorphosed into a fully funded PhD place at Stanford and a ticket for the boat. When he told Young Lillie the news, Liseiwicz was delighted to see how happy the old man was.>

Just as Jinzhen was getting ready to spend his last summer at the university before heading off to Stanford, he became terribly sick. It was this that determined he would spend the rest of his life in China.

[Transcript of the interview with Master Rong]

He had renal failure!

Zhendi almost died!

When he first became sick, the doctor told us that he was going to die — at best, he would live for another six months. During that time, death was near him all the time; we watched a young man who had always been slim swell up until he looked vast, though his actual body weight continued to drop.

He was suffering from oedema. The renal failure affected him so badly that it was as if Zhendi’s body was made of dough, constantly fermenting, constantly swelling, making him as light and soft as a cotton-boll; it seemed as though he would burst if you poked him with a finger. The doctors said it was a miracle that Zhendi survived — in fact, in his case he did practically rise from the dead. He was in hospital for close on two years and the whole of that time he was not allowed to eat any salt, it was poison to him. The struggle to live wore him out. The money that the people at Stanford had sent to pay for his journey ended up going on his medical expenses and his scholarship to study there, his diploma, his life as a student, his very future were all swallowed up by the appalling present, becoming a vaguer and vaguer dream. All of Liseiwicz’s hard work went for nothing — he had wanted to create a brilliant future for his very best student but now he had to face two unpalatable facts: One, the money was gone and there was no way that the state of the Rong family finances would ever allow us to be able to replace that $110. Two, the people Liseiwicz relied on for his own future security (including me) had suspected him of the worst possible motives.

Liseiwicz’s actions had demonstrated the purity of his intentions and proved beyond any reasonable doubt that he was genuinely fond of Zhendi. Just think about it — if Liseiwicz was really using Zhendi to get results for his own research, there is no way that he would encourage him to go to Stanford. There are no true secrets in this world — over time the truth is always revealed. Liseiwicz’s secret was that he — more than anyone else — had become convinced that Zhendi was a truly rare mathematical genius. Maybe he saw in Zhendi some kind of reflection of himself as a boy — he loved him in the same kind of selfless way as he loved his own childhood — he was completely serious and totally innocent in this.