Chinese entertainment starts with Hong Shixian

Chapter 235 He frowned and shielded Qi Hui in front of him (9th update)
After the meeting at China Film Group, Qi Hui and his four companions got into a car and headed to the embassy to apply for visas.

South Koreans are easy to deal with; don't be fooled by their empty promises.

But their actions tell a different story; they desperately want tourists to visit them, as tourism is one of their most lucrative industries.

It's not difficult with South Korea, the difficult part is with the Americans.

The Americans of today are not the magical Americans of ten years from now. Not only in China, but all over the world has a very strong filter on the Americans.

Even their own people consider them a heavenly kingdom on earth, a sacred place on earth.

The subprime mortgage crisis and Occupy Wall Street were merely internal societal self-corrections.

Everything will be alright as long as someone steps forward to make a change.

Therefore, American visa officers are extremely difficult to deal with; if you ask the wrong question, you can be rejected instantly.

Even collaborations spearheaded by the cultural and entertainment industries of both sides may face rejection.

What does Hollywood's collaboration with you have to do with my embassy?

This is normal; the US government system is extremely complex, and some agencies are even enemies of each other.

CIA agents can even collude with illicit drug dealers to torture and kill DEA employees responsible for drug enforcement.

To this day, the DEA and CIA are still extremely hostile to each other.

Given the circumstances, it's not impossible for them to resort to underhanded tactics against each other.

The animosity between these two departments is immense, so much so that it's impossible to recount all the wrongdoings.

Upon arrival, we went through security and waited in line.

Some people were so excited that they jumped and danced, their faces flushed, as if they had won millions.

Some people were ashen-faced, as if they had lost their parents, feeling that life was worse than death.

Some people are so distraught that they lose all their energy and spirit, and can't even stand up straight.

Some people, on the other hand, looked at others with a calm and indifferent expression, exuding a sense of superiority.

Some people find America so appealing that they even wish for their children to be reborn in America in their next life.

As for the phrase "I have no regrets about being born Chinese," if you dare to say that, others will laugh at you from beginning to end.

Some brain-dead individuals might even go so far as to curse their ancestors for eighteen generations.

Looking at the various expressions of the people around them, Guo Fan, Lu Yang, and Wu Jing had somewhat gloomy and displeased looks.

It's just America, why are you acting like your own father has died if you can't go?
Qi Hui watched all this calmly, knowing that these people had been brainwashed by the Four Great Classical Novels since childhood.

Yilin, Reader, Soulmate, and so on.

These days, public intellectuals are too rampant; even Gao Xiaosong is treated as an honored guest.

However, these are all just minor embellishments; the Liaoning has already been launched.

Is the Shandong aircraft carrier far behind?

There are also the Type 055, Type 075, and Type 076 sixth-generation fighter jets.

After these emerged, only great Confucian scholars debated the classics for us.

Debating the classics is not far off, so how far is entering the pass?
I am a barbarian, and I cannot understand your Western doctrines of ideologies and business practices.

All we know is that some accounts need to be settled.

"What are you going to the United States for?" The visa officer was a white man, bald, with a shiny scalp.

The visa office was brighter than other places, probably because of the head of the building.

"I long for that place, a free world, a beautiful and clean country, a wonderful environment, and warm-hearted people..." a stylishly dressed girl said excitedly with a big smile.

The visa officer listened to her without expression, and without even asking a second question, directly refused the visa.

Is that true in the United States?
How come I, an American, didn't know?
The girl looked incredulous, not understanding why, but the visa officer ignored her and called the next person.

Qi Hui looked up and realized he had seen it.

His face darkened as he looked at Wu Jing, Guo Fan, and the others, feeling like cursing. When did these people hide behind me?

I was careless; they actually shielded me in front of them!

Guo Fan and Wu Jing tilted their heads 45 degrees to look at the sky, as if it had nothing to do with them.

All that's missing is the whistle of Pigsy carrying his wife.

Lu Yang lowered his head awkwardly. He was still young and couldn't be as shameless as Guo Fan and Wu Jing. He felt a little guilty for tricking Qi Hui.

"What are you going to do in the United States?" the visa officer asked expressionlessly, ignoring all other questions.

Qi Hui didn't indulge him, and flung his passport away: "I don't want to go!" "Huh?" The bald-headed visa officer looked up, somewhat incredulous.

Wu Jing, Guo Fan, and the others behind them were also completely bewildered. What are you talking about?

“America, a chaotic country,” Qi Hui said disdainfully. “The gap between the rich and the poor is enormous. White people control a lot of wealth, but they don’t use the money to improve the infrastructure.”

"Your roads are in disrepair, your railways are dilapidated, and your cities are stinking, chaotic, filthy, and full of illegal drug dealers!"

"It's full of wicked capitalists, vampires, a dog's paradise, and a human's hell."

"Those capitalists and all of you capitalist dogs should be hanged from streetlights..."

"Don't eat the pickled radishes!" The visa officer roared, grabbed the stamp, and fiercely slapped it onto Qi Hui's passport, immediately approving his application.

"Go to America and see for yourself, you stupid groundhog, fucking idiot!"

The visa officer's outburst drew the attention of many onlookers, who were puzzled as to what had happened.

Wu Jing, Guo Fan, and the others were stunned when they realized what had happened. Holy crap, this works too?
You berated the US visa officer, and he still granted you a visa?

The girl from before hadn't left yet. She looked at her rejected passport in her hand, then at Qi Hui.

For a moment, his expression was one of disbelief and utter confusion, and he was at a loss for words.

Does this work?

Then what about what I just said?
"You piece of shit, say that again?" Qi Hui pointed at him: "Believe me or not, I'll report you! Believe me or not, I'll file a complaint against you!"

The visa officer angrily threw the visa back at Qi Hui, his face dark as he roared, "Next!"

Then he waved his hand dismissively, as if shooing away a fly.

It's true that he swore at someone just now; if we really complain, he'll lose his bonus.

Soon, it was Guo Fan's turn.

Guo Fan rolled his eyes and put on a cold face.

The visa officer immediately got angry: "What are you going to do in the United States?"

"I have no choice but to go." Guo Fan pursed his lips. "The company requires me to go."

"Who are you going with?"

Guo Fan didn't say a word, but pointed at Qi Hui.

"Wang Defa..." The visa officer, his face dark, stamped the passport sternly. "You get over there too!"

Wu Jing followed a similar pattern.

But when it came to Lu Yang, it was a different story. He immediately started cursing and listed the top ten crimes committed by the United States.

Gunfights, financial crises, Occupy Wall Street, government failing to provide disaster relief...

Opportunities to criticize America in front of Americans are rare, especially inside their embassy.

The visa officer was so angry that veins bulged on his bald head, and he stamped the passport with a fierce glare.

"You bunch of country bumpkins who've never been to America, go and see for yourselves!" Just like Qi Hui, Lu Yang was also yelled at twice.

However, he wasn't angry. Instead, he laughed, gave the middle finger, and walked away.

He left behind a group of people who were dumbfounded and waiting to process their visas.

What's going on with these people's actions?
I spoke politely to the visa officer and answered his questions seriously, but I was rejected. I pointed my finger at him and yelled at him, but I was still granted a visa.

Why is that?
This is unreasonable!

"Senior brother, what's going on?" Lu Yang laughed heartily, but he was also a little confused about what was happening.

Guo Fan and Wu Jing smiled, feeling relaxed and pleased; it was so interesting.

Qi Hui pursed his lips and said, "The main responsibility of visa officers is to identify and reject those who have an intention to immigrate."

"If he issues a visa, but the person stays in the United States and doesn't return, and there's no record of leaving the United States by the expiration date, then his work performance will be affected."

"Therefore, the more you show that you like the United States, the more rebellious the visa officer will be."

"On the contrary, if you look down on him and even scold him, you're more likely to get a visa."

Upon hearing this, Wu Jing and the other two suddenly realized what was going on, and then burst into laughter: "Doesn't that sound a bit cheeky?"

"That's how Americans are, isn't it?" Qi Hui shrugged and said.

"Hahaha……"

(End of this chapter)