[Xi and Modi find themselves inside an elevator at the BRICS summit venue. Awkward.]
Modi: Nee hao.
Xi: Namaste.
Modi: So, catch you in Delhi next month, Xi-ji?
Xi [stomach rumbles]: Hmm. See, that’s the thing. My IBS has acted up again since I visited Wuhan last week.Modi: ‘IBS’ as in some sort of Chinese insolvency mechanism?Xi: No, irritable bowel syndrome. So, I’ll have to send someone else to G20. Sorry.
Modi: Arey, no problem. Do me a favour?
Xi: Anything.
Modi: Send that… kya naam hai, bhai? [looks around to confirm with MEA official]… Li Qiang.
Xi [raises an eyebrow]: Premier Li Qiang? Part of my ‘New Zhijiang Army’?
Modi: That’s him. Send him over instead. I like him!
Xi: Um, you sure? He’s not diplomatically grade-A.
Modi [laughs]: Oh, don’t be so sure.
Xi: Then you’ll keep my IBS under wraps?
Modi: It’s a deal.
Xi: Thank you!
[Elevator pings, doors open, and they go their separate ways.]