"Hello, we are here to travel to China. We like China's culture and history..." Standing at the customs entrance, Christina from the UK leaned on her husband with a happy look on her face, making her look like a sweet couple.

"Where do you want to travel, and which city in China?" The customs official sat inside the iron railing, looking at the passports of the two.

"The capital...and Anxi."

"Oh, will you return to Beijing after you go to Anxi? You know that the distance from Beijing to Anxi is very far."

"We know..." Christina clearly thought for a moment and said, "We want to take a flight that takes off in Beijing."

"Well, you haven't purchased round-trip air tickets to Anxi. China has special requirements for purchasing air tickets. Do you know?"

Christina hesitated for a moment and shook her head gently.

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

Christina bit her lip and whispered her nervous husband: "Don't worry, China's censorship has always been particularly strict. We are just under strict scrutiny because we are from capitalist countries."

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

"Of course it's true." Christina turned her head as she spoke to avoid being seen with guilt.

The two of them entered the inquiry room that was several square meters in front and the other.

The two of them were not separated and they became a little more relaxed. They couldn't help but despise China's customs level. They didn't even have the simplest interrogation technology, so what could they ask for?

A man in a uniform and an epaulette quickly walked into the inquiry room with information and said in an accented English: "I consulted the UK. Ms. Christina, you were a member of the British environmental protection organization, the Charity Action Society, right?"

Christina reacted quickly and immediately said: "That was when I was in college, I quit a long time ago when I was impulsive. In addition, Love Action is a university organization simply to protect the environment. It has no official background and is a legal community."

The Love Action Society is indeed a clean and legal university club. It is a pre-organized club that absorbs members for other groups. Recruiting personnel in this way is very popular with non-university clubs that are not clean and legal enough.

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

"Yeah, I understand." The man with epaulette nodded indeed.

Christina smiled proudly at her husband.

The latter also smiled slightly relaxedly.

The man with his head down, as if he had thought for a moment, then took Christina's passport, opened it, and with a snap, he stamped a seal and said, "You have been denied entry."

"Huh? Why?" Christina's gentleness disappeared in an instant. She was shocked. Yes, so shocked that she couldn't help but say angrily: "How can you refuse our entry so arbitrarily? Do you know this is our honeymoon tour? For us, this is very important."

"I'm sorry, I've decided to leave. Please take the nearest flight back." The man with epaulette stood up, without any intention of explaining, and there was no need.

"Did you refuse me to enter because I have experience as an environmental organization? Are you illegal?" Christina's voice sharpened. This was inconsistent with her plan. In fact, it completely disrupted her plan and made her feel even more frightened.

The man with epaulette turned around and looked at Christina and said, "If you don't leave as soon as possible, you will violate our country's laws. I hope you will consider the consequences of this."

Christina's husband quickly pulled her, afraid of attracting peanut treatment.

Christina was also a little scared, but she couldn't help but say, "At least you have to tell me the reason for refusing the visa."

The man with epaulette looked at her coldly, and his tone increased: "Please leave as soon as possible."

"It's because of my experience in environmental protection organizations, right? You asked this? I said that I joined a legal organization and a university club..." Christina twitched her neck, firming her beliefs, just like what he has always done.

However, the Chinese customs officials, not like those she encountered in other countries, had neither explanation nor confrontation, but just waved their hands and then left the scene.

"Two, please come with me." Another cadre appeared at the door and guided the two British people to the repatriation area.

"Wait, I'm denied entry. My husband can enter. I don't want to waste our hotel and itinerary." Christina made a last try and signaled her husband not to speak with her eyes.

Later cadres showed a very kind smile to Christina... Time seemed to have passed a long time, and the Chinese in front of them said word by word in English: "I only know very little English..."

Christina's face was full of despair, and in a flash, she burst into anger: "You only know very little English, what customs do you do?"

"Sorry, can you say it slower?"

"What?"

"Slow down - a little..." The Chinese themselves said it even slower.

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

"Please follow me..." The newly replaced customs officer was in high spirits. While leading the way, he asked, "Where are you from?"

"...British." Christina couldn't help but answer, no matter how they said it was all customs.

"The UK is very good, which city?"

"Leicester."

"Lei-Ste..." The customs officer read and asked again: "What's your name?"

"Christina."

"Chris...Tina. Good name, what is your job?"

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

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

The customs officer who led the way was indeed very happy and immediately said in the standard tone of the new concept English: "fine, thank, you, and, you."

The man shrugged at Christina with a look of looking at her.

Christina was extremely helpless and even more angry and frustrated. She couldn't help but whisper: "What country is this? Can you make evil things like cloning sheep, and then there are customs officials who don't understand English practicing such basic English. Is he a clone?"

"I'm just very happy that I won't be shot." My husband's request was obviously much lower, and he walked into the repatriation area with a relaxed expression.
Chapter completed!