I assure you R.C.C. is not an appeaser.

He is a veteran participant in tough Wild West traditional sports and has a mouth that is for an about equal amout of time dead quiet as it is VERY loud, rough and even nasty with ANYone including the Chinese (unlike 90% of the wimps there, more than a third of whom with a serious booze addiction -- and I am talking of creatures walking on all fours away from the teachers' village canteen to the laughter of students at midnight, and don't even get me started on other stuff).

Unfortunately, R.C.C. is one of the rare few who also has his heart vested in that gloomy and pathetic place beyond the US$ 3,000 bonus, which he wants to make better and brighter (I think that's a wasted effort, but it is his own thing). Most others there are just a bunch of hypocrites and sycophants -- no, make that specific: sick sycophants.

That's why he will appear as a side character who is a human being -- with both virtues and vices -- in my collection, forthcoming in Hong Kong after I won a writing prize in Asia recently, while on the other hand his elderly male colleague who for some bizarre reason goes under his middle, and female, name will be non-existant in the novel and has instead just been reported for participating in a fraud to the Canadian Governor General who had issued him some governmental award on the occasion of a 50th, 75th or similar jubilee of something.

Ah well...