Rebirth of the God-level Xueba

"Hello, we are traveling in China. We like Chinese culture and history..." Standing at the customs gate, Christina from the UK leaned on her husband happily, acting like a sweet couple.

"Where do you want to travel, which city in China?" The customs officer sat behind the iron railing, flipping through the passports of the two.

"The capital... and Anxi."

"Oh, do you return to the capital after going to Anxi? You know that the distance from the capital to Anxi is very long."

"We know..." Christina obviously thought about it, and said, "We want to take the flight from the capital."

"Well, you didn't buy a round-trip ticket to Anxi either. China has special requirements for the purchase of air tickets, do you know?"

Christina hesitated for a moment, then shook her head slightly.

"Didn't the travel agency tell you? Well... Please come with me, both of you." The customs official said, picked up his passport, walked out from behind the iron railing, and headed for the inquiry room commonly known as the small black room.

Christina bit her lip, and whispered to her nervous husband, "Don't worry, China's censorship has always been very strict. We are only under strict censorship because we are from a capitalist country."

"I know." The husband replied in a low voice, and then whispered: "You said they won't shoot foreigners, is that true?"

"Of course it's true." Christina turned her head while speaking, so as not to be seen as guilty.

The two entered the interrogation room several square meters in tandem.

Not being separated made the two of them a little more relaxed, but they couldn't help but despise the level of China's customs. They don't even have the simplest interrogation techniques, so what can they ask for.

A man in a uniform and epaulettes quickly entered the inquiry room with documents, and said in English with an accent: "I consulted with the British side, Ms. Christina, you used to be a member of the British Environmental Protection Organization. , a member of the Love Action Club, right?"

Christina reacted quickly, and immediately said: "That was when I was in college. I quit on impulse and quit a long time ago. In addition, Action for Love is a university organization established purely to protect the environment, without any official background. , is a legitimate society."

The Compassion Action Club is indeed a clean and legal university club. It is a pre-club club that recruits members for other groups. Recruiting people in this way is very popular with those non-university clubs that are not clean and legal.

Christina has also encountered similar inquiries in the UK or other countries, so she answered quickly and with all the elements.

"Well, I see." The man with the epaulettes nodded as expected.

Christina smiled proudly at her husband.

The latter is also a slightly relaxed smile.

The epaulet man lowered his head, as if thinking for a moment, then took Christina's passport, opened it, stamped it with a snap, and said, "You have been refused entry."

"Huh? Why?" Christina's gentleness disappeared in an instant. She was shocked, yes, so shocked that she couldn't help saying angrily: "How could you refuse our entry so arbitrarily, you Do you know it's our honeymoon? It's very important to us."

"Sorry, the decision has been made. Please take the nearest flight back." The man with the epaulettes stood up, without any intention of explaining, let alone necessary.

"Are you denying me entry because I have experience in environmental organizations? Are you breaking the law?" Christina's voice was high-pitched, which didn't match her plan, in fact, it completely disrupted her plan , made her feel even more frightened.

The man with the epaulets turned around and glanced at Christina, and said, "If you don't leave as soon as possible, you will violate the laws of our country. I hope you will think about the consequences."

Christina's husband hastened to give her a hand, fearing that she would be treated like peanuts.

Christina was also a little scared,

But he still couldn't help but said, "You must at least tell me the reason for the refusal."

The man with the epaulets gave her a cold look, and said in an emphatic tone: "Please leave as soon as possible."

"Is it because of my experience in an environmental protection organization? You asked this, right? I've said it all, I joined a legal organization, a university club..." Christina stiffened her neck and strengthened her beliefs, as if That's what he's always done.

However, unlike those she encountered in other countries, the Chinese customs officials waved their hands and left the scene without explanation or confrontation.

"Two, please follow me." Another cadre appeared at the door and guided the two Britons to the repatriation area.

"Wait, I was refused entry, my husband can enter, I don't want to waste our hotel and itinerary." Christina made a last resort, and signaled her husband to stop talking with her eyes.

The later cadres showed a friendly smile to Christina... It seemed like a long time passed, and the Chinese in front of him said in English word by word: "I only know very little English..."

Christina's face was full of despair, and in an instant, she was even more angry: "You only know very little English, what kind of customs are you doing?"

"Sorry, can you speak slower?"

"what?"

"Slow-a little..." The Chinese themselves spoke even more slowly.

Christina showed her desperate face again, and didn't want to say a word.

"Please follow me..." The newly replaced customs cadre was full of enthusiasm, leading the way while asking, "Where are you from?"

"...England." Christina couldn't help but answer. No matter what they said, it was from the customs.

"UK is great, which city?"

"Lester."

"Lester..." the customs official followed up and asked, "What's your name?"

"Christina."

"Chris... Tina. Good name, what's your job?"

"Well... I work in the marketing department of the bank." Christina frowned as she said, and asked her husband in a low voice: "Is he interrogating us? Why did he find someone who can only speak a little English to interrogate us? "

"Maybe, he just asked you to practice English." The man looked down at Christina with deep blue eyes, and said, "hi, how, are, you."

The customs cadre who led the way was really happy, and immediately said in the standard tone of New Concept English: "fihank, you, and, you."

The man shrugged at Christina with a look on his face.

Christina was extremely helpless, even more angry and aggrieved, and couldn't help whispering quickly: "What kind of country is this that can make such evil things as cloned sheep, and then there are customs officials who don't understand English practicing such tricks?" Basic English, is he a clone?"

"I'm just happy, it's good that I won't be shot." The husband's request was obviously much lower, and he walked into the deportation area with a relaxed expression.

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