"Bro, your ass is on fire, and you're still pretending to be calm? Ai Guobei wants you dead, do you think I'm in the mood to eat rice noodles?"
"What if it's the luxurious kind of rice noodle from a street stall on Ludao, with added oysters, beef, chicken egg, corn, mushrooms, and lettuce?"
"Daqi, stop talking, I'm hungry now, and the more you talk about it, the hungrier I get."
Ah! Ai Guobei has called the police, and you're still not panicking, just thinking about eating; what's on your mind?"
"Customs isn't the police. My entry procedures are perfectly legal and complete. With Brother Sun taking care of things back home, there won't be any major problems."
"But could customs deal with your previous illegal exits?"
"Firstly, there is no evidence; secondly, I didn't go through the administrative enforcement process; thirdly, my entry documents are a visa from Greece. You don't need to worry about these troubling matters, just focus on your own work."
