Cultural Police BBQ

One dinner I went to was with a Cultural Policeman, the boyfriend of Lemon's friend. We sat outside on the roof of the restaurant and had Mongolian steamboat BBQ. I wasn't such a fan of the organ noodle soup, but the pig trotter tendon was surprisingly nice.
We were lectured on the abomination that is Falun Gung, and advised not to view any 'yellow' (ie 'blue') movies, or we'd find ourselves arrested and 'asked' to desist. It was alright to mention here that the Jung Chang biography of Mao was selling in Hong Kong, but we'd be wise not to discuss it in Beijing, particularly Tienanmen Sq.
This was all in Mandarin of course, as Cantonese was not the Nation's Language.
He was very friendly actually, and polite.

People are so afraid. Tibetans all carry knives to mug you if you don't bargain a good price, I was warned. The mountainous Sichuan is full of night thieves and pickpockets. It's a similar climate of fear that is so prevalent in the US.