One hopes Stern Hu will keep a diary, a little red book if you will, of the dark years he’ll endure in his Chinese gulag, ruminating on the less-than edifying events that put him there. Of the forests felled publishing myriad clueless ‘expert’ commentary and management-speak twaddle about doing business in China and how to actualise the promised infinite riches having arrived at inscrutable/enigmatic/impenetrable (insert tired Sinoclichés ad nauseum) China’s intersection of Mammon and Mao, Hu’s contribution will surely be the most valuable.