My name is Chung Ping Jun, a.k.a. Chen Yi-Qiang. I am from Yangjiang City, Guangdong Province, China. I was born on the 21st of October, 1978. I can trace my ancestry to Niugen Village, Tianpan town, Yangjiang County, Guangdong Province. According to my family, my great grand-father was Chung Kwong-Cheung. He was a local gentleman.My grand-father, Chung Ming-Nga was a member of Kuomintang, he was the head of Yangchun County (now known as Yangchun City) Taxation Bureau before 1950. After Kuomintang retreated to Taiwan, my great grand-father and grand-father stayed in mainland China because they did not know the true nature of CCP back then. They thought that the party would not prosecute them because they did not commit any crime.The party indeed did not harm them at start as it needed them to secure local order. In 1952, when the rule of the party was well-established, it launched the reform of the ownership of land. It confiscated my clanÂ’s land and property and arrested my great grand-father. My great grand-father was tied up with rough hemp rope. Because he was bound so tightly and in an inappropriate way, he was strangled to death on the way to the execution yard. Then a working
committee arrested my grand-father, they beat him and did not provide him with food. My grand-father died of starvation shortly afterwards.My grand-mother had to make the younger three of her five children adopted by other people so that they might suffer less. My father of the youngest and was only two at that time. My grand-mother, aunt and uncleÂ’s family also lived wretched lives which I shall leave it here for now.
My fatherÂ’s original name was Chung Man-Hoi and as he was adopted by the family of Chen so he is also known as Chen Xiang-lai. My fatherÂ’s foster father was a carpenter. My father was a bright child so he was well-beloved by his foster parents. Albeit under the rule of the dreadful dictator, China was poor and turbulent, his childhood was still fairly happy under the protection of his foster parents. The reform in 1978 apparently brought new hope to China from the liberal world. My father earned much with excellent craftsmanship and the trust of the locals. He opened a company specialized at producing furniture and decorating buildings. At first the business prospered because of good credibility and quality. My family was reasonable rich when I was a kid. In 1994, my father contracted with the local government and police station to decorate their buildings. (Heshan Town, Yangdong County, Guangdong Province) Upon finishing the project of the police station, my father asked for payment but they found many excuses to delay and refuse the payment. My father was angry so he quarrelled with the senior police officer and threatened to sue him.My father had an extramarital affair which was apparently illegal at that time and he was soon arrested. Two weeks later, my brother spent 15000 Yuan to bail him out. My father was a well-respected member of the local community so he knew many people in the detention centre and he was not tortured like a normal man would have been. He was a stubborn person so upon released from the detention centre; he told other people that the senior officer could not do much to him and he prepared to sue that officer. He continued with his affair and was soon arrested again, this time to a detention centre in a different place. Whether been told to do so or not, my father was brutally beaten up by his cellmates. My brother heard it and instantly bribed the staff and inmates but they kept beating up my father. After a month of toil and moil, he was finally released but he was severely hurt both physically and mentally. The project of the government was
delayed and it was used as an excuse by the government to refuse the payment. My father realized that he could never win the battle against that senior officer and every civil service officer in CCP would cover each other. He feared that he might be harmed again so he mortgaged our familyÂ’s house to the bank and was ready to flee. In 1996, my father closed down his factory and fled with his mistress. I was at high school back then.
I have three siblings. My brother is seven years older than I. he was an employee of Yangdong County Telecommunication Bureau,Guangdong. My sister is two years older than I. She was studying at China Agricultural University in Beijing. The relationship between my father and mother was far from harmonious. I was the type of student who could get good results without much effort. My brother could afford me to go to a university, however, because my sister needed
money. He decided to send me to the PLA (PeopleÂ’s Liberation Army) instead. I agreed as the government would provide me with a job once when I leave the army. Even so, my brother still bribed many people in order to get me into the army.In December, 1997, I was conscripted to the People’s Liberation Army Navy Marine Corps. The training was ridiculously harsh as it was a tactical level combat unit. The training was frequently forced.Once, after a whole day of hard training, I was forced to do three hundred push-ups and blacked out. I also heard from the veterans that there were people who actually died during their training. In the 1998 Yangtze River flood, my corps was ordered to the frontline in the most critical period. It was believed that the bank of the river would have to break. My corps was asked to prepare jet-boats to rescue people,but my corps managed to stop it with amazing efficiency. It perhaps could be attributed to the harsh training we had. I had other missions at that time so I was not there. Many of my comrades fainted when they saw the gate of our camp. I later asked them whether it was exhausting to relieve the disaster or not. They all told me that the hardship was no match to the training we had so they fainted when they saw the gate as it reminded them of what would happen then. Now you know why the soldiers in the PLA are not afraid of death, it is because the life in the PLA is worse than death.
The bribery in the army is very open and there is a set pricelist. When I was in it, learn how to drive cost about 3000 Yuan.The other posts were also rated according to the ‘grade’ of the job and the background of the soldier who wanted to assume them. So does the promotion, say if you have an uncle who is a sergeant, then you are highly likely to be promoted, otherwise you have to bribe.After I left the army, I was sent to a town in my city, Nalong Town. I worked as a civil officer in the town government. I was not a party official. I was just a normal employee. Because I do not have a good feeling toward the party, I spent much time on searching for other jobs and contacting the rest of the world through Internet. I do not have much wealth so I could only work for somebody else. I became a sales staff, clerk and personal assistant successively. These jobs were harder than my first one but I knew I was much luckier than those poor workers in factories. They worked hard and earned little. I think what they get is highly incompatible to what they give out but those kind people do not even know it, let alone to resist. After the reform, China has developed its industry and business, used cheep labours to attract money to get tax. According to the party, the economy has increased by multiple times but the salary of workers still remains at the level of mid-80s. I can still see advertisement of recruiting workers at the salary of 500 Yuan per month until 2007.I think the party colludes with avaricious businessmen so that the minimum wage never rises. They sacrifice the well-being of the grassroots to gain taxes.
committee arrested my grand-father, they beat him and did not provide him with food. My grand-father died of starvation shortly afterwards.My grand-mother had to make the younger three of her five children adopted by other people so that they might suffer less. My father of the youngest and was only two at that time. My grand-mother, aunt and uncleÂ’s family also lived wretched lives which I shall leave it here for now.
My fatherÂ’s original name was Chung Man-Hoi and as he was adopted by the family of Chen so he is also known as Chen Xiang-lai. My fatherÂ’s foster father was a carpenter. My father was a bright child so he was well-beloved by his foster parents. Albeit under the rule of the dreadful dictator, China was poor and turbulent, his childhood was still fairly happy under the protection of his foster parents. The reform in 1978 apparently brought new hope to China from the liberal world. My father earned much with excellent craftsmanship and the trust of the locals. He opened a company specialized at producing furniture and decorating buildings. At first the business prospered because of good credibility and quality. My family was reasonable rich when I was a kid. In 1994, my father contracted with the local government and police station to decorate their buildings. (Heshan Town, Yangdong County, Guangdong Province) Upon finishing the project of the police station, my father asked for payment but they found many excuses to delay and refuse the payment. My father was angry so he quarrelled with the senior police officer and threatened to sue him.My father had an extramarital affair which was apparently illegal at that time and he was soon arrested. Two weeks later, my brother spent 15000 Yuan to bail him out. My father was a well-respected member of the local community so he knew many people in the detention centre and he was not tortured like a normal man would have been. He was a stubborn person so upon released from the detention centre; he told other people that the senior officer could not do much to him and he prepared to sue that officer. He continued with his affair and was soon arrested again, this time to a detention centre in a different place. Whether been told to do so or not, my father was brutally beaten up by his cellmates. My brother heard it and instantly bribed the staff and inmates but they kept beating up my father. After a month of toil and moil, he was finally released but he was severely hurt both physically and mentally. The project of the government was
delayed and it was used as an excuse by the government to refuse the payment. My father realized that he could never win the battle against that senior officer and every civil service officer in CCP would cover each other. He feared that he might be harmed again so he mortgaged our familyÂ’s house to the bank and was ready to flee. In 1996, my father closed down his factory and fled with his mistress. I was at high school back then.
I have three siblings. My brother is seven years older than I. he was an employee of Yangdong County Telecommunication Bureau,Guangdong. My sister is two years older than I. She was studying at China Agricultural University in Beijing. The relationship between my father and mother was far from harmonious. I was the type of student who could get good results without much effort. My brother could afford me to go to a university, however, because my sister needed
money. He decided to send me to the PLA (PeopleÂ’s Liberation Army) instead. I agreed as the government would provide me with a job once when I leave the army. Even so, my brother still bribed many people in order to get me into the army.In December, 1997, I was conscripted to the People’s Liberation Army Navy Marine Corps. The training was ridiculously harsh as it was a tactical level combat unit. The training was frequently forced.Once, after a whole day of hard training, I was forced to do three hundred push-ups and blacked out. I also heard from the veterans that there were people who actually died during their training. In the 1998 Yangtze River flood, my corps was ordered to the frontline in the most critical period. It was believed that the bank of the river would have to break. My corps was asked to prepare jet-boats to rescue people,but my corps managed to stop it with amazing efficiency. It perhaps could be attributed to the harsh training we had. I had other missions at that time so I was not there. Many of my comrades fainted when they saw the gate of our camp. I later asked them whether it was exhausting to relieve the disaster or not. They all told me that the hardship was no match to the training we had so they fainted when they saw the gate as it reminded them of what would happen then. Now you know why the soldiers in the PLA are not afraid of death, it is because the life in the PLA is worse than death.
The bribery in the army is very open and there is a set pricelist. When I was in it, learn how to drive cost about 3000 Yuan.The other posts were also rated according to the ‘grade’ of the job and the background of the soldier who wanted to assume them. So does the promotion, say if you have an uncle who is a sergeant, then you are highly likely to be promoted, otherwise you have to bribe.After I left the army, I was sent to a town in my city, Nalong Town. I worked as a civil officer in the town government. I was not a party official. I was just a normal employee. Because I do not have a good feeling toward the party, I spent much time on searching for other jobs and contacting the rest of the world through Internet. I do not have much wealth so I could only work for somebody else. I became a sales staff, clerk and personal assistant successively. These jobs were harder than my first one but I knew I was much luckier than those poor workers in factories. They worked hard and earned little. I think what they get is highly incompatible to what they give out but those kind people do not even know it, let alone to resist. After the reform, China has developed its industry and business, used cheep labours to attract money to get tax. According to the party, the economy has increased by multiple times but the salary of workers still remains at the level of mid-80s. I can still see advertisement of recruiting workers at the salary of 500 Yuan per month until 2007.I think the party colludes with avaricious businessmen so that the minimum wage never rises. They sacrifice the well-being of the grassroots to gain taxes.
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