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.
"Traveling? Is there anything interesting across the street?"
A middle-aged policeman 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. They looked like domestic students who had just graduated from a vocational school with three books.
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, her voice was loud, which caused a stir.
He caught the attention of the people lining up next to him.
Presumably because the two young lovers were young, the middle-aged policeman had a pretty good attitude and said slowly: "If you really want to travel, I will get you a small card 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. Listen to uncle, 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. I looked 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... 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 flight 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 idea to go anywhere 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, held up her hands, 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 get high wages? I'm afraid it could 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. 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 said earnestly: "Little boy, all the Burmese people know that their families are poor and can't make much money, so they are rushing to come to our country to enter the country.
Tightening screws in a factory. It’s better for you to go to work in that shitty place instead of being treated like a nice country. Don’t let others deceive you.”
At this moment, Xiao Zhao, who was listening with great interest, turned to Li Xia and asked: "No, people in Myanmar still think our factory here is delicious? My mother has worn shoelaces in the shoe factory for decades.
I work from morning to night, I’m almost exhausted and I can’t make much money, I’m scared.”
Li Xia smiled: "What this person said is a bit exaggerated. Burmese people are relatively lazy. If you earn enough for three meals a day and a bottle of wine, you can't even whip them 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 we let them hammer screws for a day, which is only enough for two meals and one drink, won't they work honestly?"
Li Xia, who is not a businessman, couldn't laugh or cry when he thought about this. "Good guy, I have made you understand the essence thoroughly."
"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 refused to bow her head: "We are poor and have nothing. What can they lie to me about?"
The upstart had the same idea as the middle-aged policeman. He felt sorry for the two ignorant children who had fallen into the trap of the tiger, so he explained patiently.
He pointed to the south, swallowed a sip of saliva, and said: "Over there, men are resources. As long as they are honest, obedient, and don't run away, their lives are generally not in danger. At most, they will not be able to achieve results, and they will be beaten and starved.
Just a few meals."
The boy perked up his ears and tilted his head slightly toward the upstart.
Other people queuing up also looked over with curiosity. This feeling of being centered around others was very useful to the nouveau riche, and he continued to show off his knowledge.
"Women are in trouble. Because over there, women are assets. Do you two know what assets are? They are cars, houses, machinery and equipment, which can be sold directly for money!"
"Sell...for what price!" The girl's voice suddenly rose, and she sounded a bit imposing, but everyone knew that this little girl was probably a little scared.
At this moment, the middle-aged policeman sitting behind the high platform did not speak, and just sat silently.
"It's just selling..." As he said this, the upstart glanced at the policeman opposite him, then swallowed the words that were obviously not pleasant to him, and said tactfully, "In addition to selling, you can also rent."
"I rent it now and sell it now, what do you mean?" The girl didn't dare to say anything when she saw the other party. She immediately retorted with her hands on her hips, "Who are you? Do you understand? If you don't understand, don't talk nonsense! No one here knows how.
I thought you were a mute! You are so old and you really have no education at all! Do I know you very well?"
The girl came forward with a series of attacks on the nouveau riche, but the boy standing by was a little embarrassed and pulled the girl's sleeve to tell her to stop talking.
Seeing that he had lost face in front of everyone, the upstart who had originally tried to persuade him with good intentions opened his mouth wide and said in a loud voice, regardless of the fact that the police were at the scene: "Selling means selling meat! You know what kind of meat you are selling.
!But with your looks, I guess you won’t be able to sell it.”
After a pause, the nouveau riche crossed his arms and said sarcastically: "You, you will lose money if you buy it, so you can only rent it. The park company and the butcher shop owner will split it 50-50. It is not a big problem for the newcomer to make more than 100,000 yuan a month."
, but you yourself don’t have a dime!”
The girl blushed and pointed at the upstart, ready to scold him.
"enough!"
The middle-aged policeman who had been sitting in the back stood up, first pointed at the upstart, then pointed at the back of the line: "You go to the back and line up."
The upstart obediently returned to the back of the line.
After the upstart left, the middle-aged policeman said formally: "There is no tourist visa in northern Myanmar. If you are legally on camera, you can't go there. Don't waste your efforts..."
"At worst, if we go to Thailand, we can just show the passport to the customs there. It's not that troublesome..." The girl turned her head and looked at the other side, but the muttering on her lips was obviously meant for the middle-aged policeman to hear.
"Little brother, I'm sorry, I didn't give it to you." The middle-aged policeman picked up the ID on the table and stuffed it into the boy's arms, then shook his head and looked at the team behind him, "Next one."