The starting system is awesome. Sorry, I am invincible.

A black thread on the part of Chinese international students: "Brother, you are too tough. You dare to come to the United States without a visa. Not only will you be locked up in a dark room, but you may also be sent to the immigration bureau!"

Qin Chuan shrugged and said, "No, I asked before going out. I was told that it's OK without a visa."

"Huh? Who are you asking about?"

"Mazu."

Overseas Chinese students “??????”

Just when the Chinese international students looked confused.

The white customs officer shouted to Qin Chuan, "Next!"

Qin Chuan stepped forward generously and handed his passport over.

The white customs officer had a serious look on his face, trying to give the young man in front of him a blow.

But when their eyes met, they looked at each other.

The white customs officers did not see any fear or panic expression on Qin Chuan's face.

This surprised him very much.

You know, it used to be at the immigration.

Of all the Asians he met, no one had such confidence, and no one dared to look him in the eye.

Today, the expression on the young man in front of me seemed to say that he was on an equal footing with me.

Even the young Chinese man raised his chin slightly, as if he was looking down at himself.

The white customs officer was very displeased. He had never seen such an arrogant Asian.

Qin Chuan handed over his passport in a nonchalant manner. The other party took the passport and opened the first page and took a look.

"Chinese?"

"Yes, I am Chinese."

The white customs officer gave a meaningful sneer.

Then he compared the photo with Qin Chuan himself.

As for the photos, he couldn't fault them.

After all, even if it is a fake passport, there will be no problem with the photo.

Since there is nothing wrong with the photo, he has to make a fuss elsewhere.

Without even looking at the other pages of the caretaker, he said, "My colleagues found contraband when checking your luggage! Your behavior has seriously affected the homeland security of our country. I am now..."

Before the other party could finish speaking, Qin Chuan raised his hand to interrupt him.

He glanced at the name tag on the chest of the white customs officer, and then said, "Justin, you are really a eunuch holding a meeting - talking nonsense. I came to the United States without even bringing a backpack. You said there are contraband in my luggage? What the hell?" Where did the luggage come from?”

Justin was stunned for a moment.

It's impossible, it shouldn't be, it can't be...

In my impression, Chinese people carry many things in large and small bags when entering the country.

Especially for Chinese international students, it is no different from moving.

No luggage, not even a carry-on package, was unheard of and unseen.

Justin coughed twice to relieve his embarrassment.

"That must be my colleague's mistake. You guys from China all look the same and have the same name. They often cause headaches for our American customs. You should reflect on your behavior!"

"Damn, you idiot!" Qin Chuan couldn't help but spat a national curse.

"What did you say?" Justin's face changed suddenly. He clearly felt that Qin Chuan was cursing, and he also heard his fucking name!

Justin stood up angrily and asked the Chinese student behind Qin Chuan, "What did he mean by what he just said!"

The Chinese international student was stunned and replied weakly, "He is greeting your mother, your whole family, and the eighteenth generation of your ancestors!"

Justin was stunned. This Chinese man looked arrogant and domineering, but he was still very polite.

He actually greeted my mother, my entire family, and even my eighteen generations of ancestors.

Justin remembered that he had watched an interview program.

In the program, the famous American director Quentin was talking with the host.

He kept mentioning a word he learned while filming in China, awesome.

This word means very powerful.

In this case, the other party just pushed me back and forth.

It must be complimenting and pleasing yourself.

Haha, Chinese people just like to do these little tricks to follow the crowd.

"What are you doing in the United States?" Justin asked coldly.

"Find someone to catch up with."

"Who are you looking for?"

"Who are you looking for? I don't think it's necessary to tell you."

"Bold! You came to our country to find someone, and you still haven't told me. What are your intentions? Do you take our country's customs seriously?!" Qin Chuan's face darkened, and he lowered his voice and said, "Don't ask about social affairs. , It’s not good for you. The person I’m looking for doesn’t want my meeting with him to be exposed.”

When Justin heard this, he called him a good guy.

I have been working at the DC Customs in the United States for so many years, and this is the first time I have encountered such a stubborn Chinese.

"I am the great American immigration inspector in Washington. You have the right to confess to me all your whereabouts after entering the country. Including anyone you want to meet! Boy, are you trying to hide something? I tell you, you will regret it. ! I’m afraid you don’t know how strong our iron fist is!”

After Justin finished speaking, several airport guards not far away had their hands stuck on their waists, ready to move.

"Tell me honestly what you came to our country to do! Do you want to carry out terrorist activities in our country?"

Qin Chuan tore a page from the notebook he carried with him and handed over a phone number. "Call and ask yourself."

Justin was stunned. He didn't expect that the other party could be so calm now.

This time, he felt a little guilty.

Looking at a piece of paper with a phone number on the table, Justin hesitated.

Should I make this call to confirm.

After struggling for a few seconds, Justin thought, make this call.

He picked up the landline phone on the table and dialed the number on the piece of paper.

After a while, the call was connected.

A man's deep and majestic voice came from the other end of the phone.

The other party asked in an extremely cautious tone, "Who are you? Why are you making this call?"

Justin coughed twice and stood up. "I'm Justin Bob, the immigration and border agent at America's Washington International Airport!"

"America Washington International Airport Entry Customs and Border Inspector?" The other party's tone became a little strange, as if he had received a call from another world.

Justin sneered secretly, haha, you must be scared knowing my identity!

"Are you looking for me?"

"Haha, a friend of yours is at our immigration now. We now suspect that he is a terrorist."

The man's tone changed slightly and asked, "My friend? What friend?"

Justin picked up Qin Chuan's passport and looked at the English name on it, reading it word by word.

"Qin...chuan..."

After Justin finished reading, the other end of the phone was obviously stunned.

After pondering for a long time.

The other party asked in disbelief, "What did you say? Who? What is his name?!!!"

Justin repeated letter by letter, "QIN, Qin...CHUAN, Chuan!"

On the other end of the phone, U.S. Secretary of State James Lincoln jumped up and shouted in panic, "Tell me again! Who is it!!!"