Police Interviews

My police station interviews were entirely anticlimactic. Two twenty-year old Nanshan District police women with very chic hair cuts sat in a tiny office, reviewed my documents, and stamped them red. After we drove 40 minutes and a guard shone an infrared thermometer at my forehead, a Shenzhen City police officer did the same. Then I was done. Nobody asked me any questions. Nobody poked and prodded me. I must have passed the body check. A week from now I get my passport back and, having a Z work visa for a year, I am eligible to get paid.