Police Chen Shu

customs.

Zhang Yang, Xiao Zhao and Li Xia walked into the service hall.

The hall is not big, but there are several queues with many people waiting in an orderly manner.

"Travel? Is there anything interesting across the street?"

A middle-aged police officer from the Immigration Bureau, wearing a police uniform and sitting behind a high platform, held his ID photo in his hand and looked cheerful as if he had heard a big joke.

Standing in front of him was a young couple, both wearing glasses and dragging an old black suitcase. At first glance, they looked like students who had just graduated from a vocational school with three books in China.

The boy bent over and said with some guilt: "We are on a graduation trip and want to go out and see the scenery outside."

"That's right, uncle policeman, we don't have much money and can't go far, so we chose a place like this." The girl standing on the yellow line at the back explained, because she was a little far away from the police, so her voice was loud, causing caught the attention of the people lining up next to me.

Presumably because of the young couple, the middle-aged policeman had a good attitude and said slowly: "If you really want to travel, I will get you a small license here. You two, go to the border defense." Just look at the bridge, take a few photos, and then go to the duty-free shop to buy something. It’s better not to go to the other side.”

The boy bit the bullet and said, "We just want to travel there and see the exotic customs. Isn't this okay?"

The middle-aged policeman put his ID on the table and pushed it back towards the boy: "Haha, I think it shouldn't work. Let me look at the record. You came to us by plane from He Province, right?"

The boy was a little confused as to why the topic suddenly jumped to the plane. He could only nod along blankly: "Yes, we came here by plane."

The middle-aged policeman smiled slyly and suddenly asked: "Show me your air tickets back to He Province. You can use the APP on your mobile phone or SMS notification."

The boy's face was tangled, and he frowned for a long time and was speechless.

It was obvious that they had no intention of purchasing a return ticket. In front of the experienced Immigration Bureau border inspection, these two children seemed to be transparent. If they hadn't looked at their young age, they would have been taken to a small black room for questioning.

"When you booked your tickets, your local police station should have called you, right? They have already said what needs to be said, so I won't repeat it." The middle-aged policeman nodded with his finger and put it on the table. After receiving the certificate, he patiently advised, "Our country is so big and there are so many beautiful scenery. It's not a good place to go for a graduation trip, but why come here? Young man, listen to my uncle and go back."

The boy slowly lowered his head and stopped talking.

The girl who had been standing outside the yellow line was a little anxious when she saw this. She took two steps to the high platform, put her hands on it, and lay half of her body on the table.

She spoke very quickly: "Uncle policeman, one of our seniors works there and the salary is very high. It was him who introduced us to work there this time."

The middle-aged policeman raised his eyebrows and asked, "Go there? Where are you going to work?"

The girl pursed her lips, and after a few seconds, she simply said: "Northern Myanmar."

As soon as the girl said this, before the police said anything, the crowd queuing behind suddenly burst into an uproar. The people who had been standing quietly at the back were now talking about anything.

"In such a desperately poor country, you still have high wages? I'm afraid it will kill you!"

"It's indeed a high salary, that's right, but it's definitely not these two stupid kids who get the high salary."

"Silly boy, why would you two believe that such a poor place can pay you such a high salary?"

Among them, a fat man with a gold necklace as thick as his thumb around his neck, a bright floral shirt, and a black wallet in his arm walked out of the team. At first glance, he looked like a nouveau riche in business.

Although this nouveau riche man said that the fat on his face was scary when he smiled, he still persuaded with earnest words: "Little boy, all the Burmese people know that their families are poor and can't make much money, so they rush to come to our country to enter the country. Tighten screws in the factory. It’s better for you to go to work in that shitty place instead of being deceived by others.”

At this moment, Xiao Zhao, who was listening with great interest, turned to Li Xia and asked: "No way, people in Myanmar still think our factory here is delicious? My mother has worn shoelaces in the shoe factory for decades. I was working from morning to night, almost dead from exhaustion, and couldn’t make much money. I was afraid.”

Li Xia smiled: "What this person said is a bit exaggerated. Burmese people are relatively lazy. They earn enough for three meals a day plus a bottle of wine. Even if you whip them, you won't be able to go back to work."

"My mother worked from 7:30 in the morning to 9:00 in the evening!" Xiao Zhao was a little surprised. "She was so lazy that the factory owner would cry to death."

At this time, an uncle who was also eating melon squeezed in and quietly interjected: "It's easy to handle, as long as they are allowed to drill screws for a day, which is only enough for two meals and one drink, won't they work honestly?"

Li Xia, who was not a businessman, couldn't laugh or cry when he thought that this was really the case: "Good guy, you have fully understood the essence."

"Admit it, admit it." The uncle clasped his hands in a fist, quite modestly.

The boy lowered his head and said nothing, trying to listen.

But the girl stiffened her neck and did not lower her head: "We are poor and have nothing. What can they lie to me?"

The upstart had the same idea as the middle-aged policeman. He felt sorry for the two ignorant children who had strayed into the tiger's mouth, so he explained patiently.

He pointed to the south, swallowed his saliva, and said, "Over there, men are resources. As long as they are honest, obedient, and don't run away, their lives will not be in danger. At most, they will not be able to achieve results, get beaten, and go hungry for a few meals."

The boy pricked up his ears and tilted his head slightly towards the nouveau riche.

The other people in the queue also looked over curiously. The nouveau riche enjoyed this feeling of being the center of attention and continued to show off his knowledge.

"Women are miserable. Because over there, women are assets. What are assets? Do you know? They are cars, houses, machinery and equipment, which can be sold directly for money!"

"What money to sell!" The girl's voice rose suddenly, sounding a little imposing, but everyone knew that the girl should be a little scared.

At this moment, the middle-aged policeman sitting behind the platform did not speak, just sitting there silently.

"It's selling," the nouveau riche glanced at the policeman opposite him, then swallowed the words that were obviously not pleasant to hear, and said tactfully, "In addition to selling, it can also be rented."

"One moment you rent, the next moment you sell, what do you mean?" Seeing that the other party didn't dare to say anything, the girl immediately put her hands on her waist and retorted, "Who are you? Do you understand? If you don't understand, don't talk nonsense! No one here will treat you as a mute! You are so old, but you really have no manners! Do I know you well?"

The girl's series of suppressions against the nouveau riche came at her, and the boy standing next to her was a little embarrassed, and pulled the girl's sleeve to ask her to stop talking.

The nouveau riche who had been trying to persuade them well saw that he had lost face in front of everyone. He ignored the police on the scene and opened his mouth loudly: "Sell, it's the money for selling meat! You know what kind of meat you are selling! But with your appearance, I guess you can't sell it."

After a pause, the nouveau riche crossed his arms and said sarcastically: "You will lose money if you buy it, so you can only rent it. The park company and the butcher's owner split the money 50-50. It's not a problem for a newcomer to make 100,000 yuan a month, but you don't have a penny!"

The girl blushed and pointed at the nouveau riche and prepared to scold him.

"Enough!"

The middle-aged policeman who had been sitting in the back stood up, first pointed at the nouveau riche, and pointed at the back of the line: "You go to the back to line up."

The nouveau riche obediently returned to the end of the line.

After the nouveau riche left, the middle-aged policeman said formally: "Northern Myanmar does not allow tourist visas. If you want to go out legally, you can't go there. Don't waste your energy."

"At worst, go to Thailand and leave your passport at the customs. It's not that troublesome." The girl turned her head to look at the other side, but the muttering sound was obviously meant for the middle-aged policeman to hear.

"Little brother, I'm sorry, I won't let you pass." The middle-aged policeman picked up the documents on the table and stuffed them into the boy's arms, then shook his head and looked at the team behind him, "Next."

The girl pulled the boy away angrily.