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Zhang Ru always marveled at US airports.
Not the security, that made him want to laugh, but the airports themselves.
Like all of the others, SeaTac was spotlessly clean. The technology might be a couple generations behind China’s major airports, but the frequency and clarity of the information they posted for anyone to see was very impressive. Even finding the proper flight in all but the largest Chinese airports required the services of a Buddhist witch doctor and mystic charm amulets. The military bases were beyond arcane. No one trusted anyone, especially not the State.
“So few security cameras compared to home,” Chen Mei-Li whispered at his elbow.
“Yes, no one to notice that they just allowed a senior member of the Central Military Commission through Seattle customs.” Of course
