"Fan, let's go, time to get our fingerprints taken." A friend from the village rushed into the hardware store, gave a shout, and waited for him to come out.
Chen Fan, rubbing his eyes, emerged from the back of the store and frowned, "Why the hell do we need to get our fingerprints taken? I haven't done anything wrong. Why should I have my fingerprints recorded?"
"Didn't you see the street office announcement? Every shop owner has to get fingerprinted, and if we don't... they didn't say what'd happen, but I'm worried they might shut us down." His friend from the village said with a grin, "Come on, our identity information has already been sold to who knows how many companies. Every damn day there's this message conning me into opening a store in Northern Myanmar. What's there to be scared of with fingerprinting?"