While in China, Mr. Devi Lal rang up Mr. Arun Shourie, the editor-in-chief of the Indian Express, to complain about reports against him in the paper. Mr. Shourie, as is his practice, recorded the entire conversation.
"Hello, shiu mai, what is all this tom yam kung you are putting in your won ton soup paper while I am away!"
"I am afraid, I do not quite follow what you mean."
"Ling fung, you Peking duck. You either restrain yourself and become singsong chim, or I will send my pen to make you saensong chum."
"Mr. Deputy prime minister, I am recording all this, I think it is only fair that I should inform you about it."
"Shiu mai, I know all about you being fair, you sauteed ell in oyser sauce. You either stop bending to your capitalist masters or I will order than to turn you into a sliced pigeon with dry black mushrooms."
"Do you have any specific charges about our paper having been unfair to you?"
"Don't specific me, I am not impressed by your big English words. You have got a bird's nest brains with quail eggs. And tell your owners that if they continue like this, they will find themselves in a seafood steamboat. Cha shiu bao."
"We are only concerned with truth. If there is any misinformation in what we have reported, we are prepared to publich a correction. That is how newspapers function in a democracy. I do not have to remind you that, Mr. deputy prime minister."
"You remind yourself that, unless you want to be Mongolian barbecued in a Mongolian hotpot. You stuffed crab shell in soya sauce and sesame seeds."
"You look here, you drunken chicken in Hainanese rice. Tong kng kambing to you and your whole staff. You send your paper to Haryana and we will made pork and picked cabbage out of it, Chinjew chicken and stuffed red snapper."
"I do not think there is any reason to be so abusive."
"Orr chien. You make raw fish and vegetable soup of me in your paper and expect me to winter melon soup. You are a beancurd in peanut sauce. This is my last warming to you.'
I asked Mr. Shourie why, as was his practice, he was not publishing this coversation in his paper."
Mr. Shourie said: "I wouold have. But how many of our Indian Express's readers eat at Nelson Wang's that they would follow it."