C2390 Customs Difficulties (1/2)

The Mississippi sounded the siren, and the crew and passengers thanked the Chinese Army for rescuing them. This was the busy tower bridge Pier, and it was impossible for them to block the water route for a long period of time. When the police classified this as an accident, the captain was ordered to leave the ship and leave the waterway.

The passengers on the deck expressed their gratitude towards the towering Zhiyuan Warship. At the same time, the Chinese soldier on the side of the railing also waved their hands in greeting.

Even those passengers were regretful that they did not have the good luck to be saved to the Zhiyuan Warship. To be able to use this opportunity to view this legendary battleship was a very fortunate thing.

But under all the grateful stares, something strange happened. In the corner of the crowd, hate-filled stares were directed at the Chinese. The worn-out cowboy hats covered the upper half of their faces, and no one noticed their resentful gazes.

”Dirty Asian yellow monkeys, are you even worthy of having this kind of battleship? ”And those damned Northern Prussians, they are the shame of Europe. They actually chose to ally with these monkeys. They are simply traitors of European civilization …”

Just as they were cursing in low voices, the ship's loudspeakers started to sound out. ”Everyone, pack up your salutations. The cruise ship will arrive in ten minutes. Prepare your tickets. We are at the end of this trip …” Queue, quickly queue up! ”

”I'm talking about you. Go to the back. How did you squeeze into the first class passenger passage with a third-class ticket? ”Scram over there …”

”Sir, Madam, please come this way. The VIP seats can be passed first, and the customs will also have priority in checking visas …”

The crew were all snobbish, the third class tickets were all taken by the poor soul in the hold. No need to be polite with these people, the nobles and merchants in the first class were the nobles worthy of respect.

Scholars, professors, and middle-class families were not to be offended. As for the commoners in the second or third class cabins, it was better to line up at the back.

The three cowboy hatchet men were thrown back. Naturally, they didn't dare to cause any trouble in front of the crowd, so they could only curse in their stomachs before obediently retreating.

The distinguished guests alighted first. The British Customs office at the dock had a special passageway for receiving these distinguished guests. Stewards and friends of these people were already waiting outside to welcome them. A new carriage was parked in the distance.

The well-dressed gentlemen and ladies, who would dare to investigate them? As soon as the ship ticket and identity certificate were handed over, they smiled and let them through.

In this era, Europe did not have a uniform passport format, and travel across countries required identity certificates issued by governments, belonging to the primitive form of passports.

These nobles and merchants had long done all the customs procedures for their families and friends. The butler and the attendants all took the gifts and left the customs house in a group.

There was no need to check on the first-class passengers. Those names could shut the mouths of countless low-level officials, and the first-class guests could not afford to offend them either.

Many of them were professors, scholars, and celebrities. They were just passing through customs as a formality.

However, the second and third class tickets were much more strictly inspected. Once the distinguished guests had disembarked, these poor passengers would be led to a different passage, where they would have to go through much more rigorous investigation and make things difficult for them.

All the luggage on the wooden table had been opened. The messy clothes had been opened to see if there were any weapons or contraband inside. The ID certificate was turned over and over several times as he stared at these cautious faces with contempt.

It would be better if the passenger held an identity visa from the United Kingdom, as all the citizens had preferential treatment. After a simple check, they would be released. If the passenger held an identity visa from another country, it would not be easy.

”Nationality …”

”France …”

”Age …”

”41 years old!”

”Gender …”

”I …” The cowboy was so angry that his eyes almost popped out. ”Do you still want to ask this question?”