There are as many as 1,652 languages ​​in India, 22 of which are official languages ​​alone. Even Hindi, the first official language, is spoken by less than 40% of Indians, and there is also the problem of accent.
By comparison, the Indian accent is like the southern dialects in China, and it is one of the most difficult to understand ones. Learning it is not much easier than learning a foreign language.
So even if you learn Hindi, it is basically useless. It can only be useful in a small range. If you go a little further away, you'd better just say "Hello" honestly.
Nan Yi learned a little Hindi, but just some very simple daily expressions and some key vocabulary. He could understand what others were saying, but he could understand whether they were saying good or bad things. He could not misunderstand "don't leave anyone behind" as "invite him to a feast."
This time when he came to Mumbai, Nan Yi brought great goodwill with him.
Yes, it is a great kindness that he wants to burn himself to light up others.
Sitting in the car, Nan Yi flipped through the "New India Times" in his hand, half-guessed and half-read the title, then looked at the illustration. He put the newspaper aside and picked up another "Times of India" to read.
The Times of India is an English newspaper and he had no difficulty reading it.
"Faraqui, let's get started."
Nan Yi looked at the newspaper and said.
Sitting next to Nan Yi was not Sayuri Hagiwara, but Faraqui, the president of Glory Peacock.
"Okay, Boss." Faraqui shook his head and opened the folder in his hand. "Chanda Kochhar was born in 1962 in Rajasthan. Her father is a professor at a local engineering university. Because of her father, she received a good education at a very young age.
When Kochhar was 13 years old, her father died and the family's life became difficult. Even so, her mother did not let her drop out of school, but moved the whole family to Mumbai to survive.
In 1984, after obtaining a bachelor's degree in economics from Zai Shind College, Kochhar joined Industrial Credit and Investment Bank as a trainee;
While working, she also studied at the Janara Bajaj Institute of Management Studies. After investigation, it was found that she was very focused during her studies at the institute and would spend her spare time in the library.
"Rating?" Nan Yi said.
Faraqui said: "The Intelligence and Policy Committee has 4.721, and the Southern Affairs Office has 4.729."
"Good review, Faraqua. How much is a high-end apartment in South City per square foot?"
"1,200 to 3,000 rupees a foot."
Nan Yi converted it in his mind and found that the most expensive one was about 32,100 rupees, or 2,310 US dollars per square meter.
The price is a bit outrageous. Let me put it this way. In 1987, India's per capita income was US$332, which was a dozen US dollars more than China. Of course, this data is meaningless to individuals.
To put it in a down-to-earth way, in Mumbai, a worker who earns 1,000 rupees a month walking on the street, not to mention with his nose pointing upwards, even if his chin is pointing upwards, no one would dare to say he is showing off. This is the true white-collar class.
If the monthly income is 500 rupees, then when parents visit their neighbors, they can deliberately say modestly: "Oh, my son is not good enough. He only earns 500 rupees a month. He is definitely not as good as your son."
If your monthly income is 200 rupees, then congratulations, this is the most comfortable income level for living. You will not have to worry about food and drink, and you can even go out to a restaurant occasionally. You don't have to worry about a car or a house.
By analogy, it is similar to the situation in which a single man in China earns about 100 yuan a month and one of him is well fed and the whole family is not hungry.
If you earn 50 rupees a month, that's even more congratulations. This amount of money can make you a rich man in the slums of Mumbai. You can eat on time and don't have to worry about when you will run out of food.
The mainstream income of Mumbai is between 100 and 150 rupees, while the average house is about 140 rupees, or 10 US dollars per square meter. If you don't eat or drink for ten years, you can buy a large house of more than 100 square meters. The housing price is very reasonable.
"Look for a 1,200 square foot apartment and buy it. Pick a good one. How many bathrooms does an apartment usually have?"
"A 1,200-square-foot apartment usually has three bathrooms, two for the master and one for the servants. Boss, do you want to let Kochhar choose the house himself?"
Of course, Faraqui could understand Nan Yi's purpose of buying a house. If he didn't have this ability, he would not have been able to sit on the position of president of Glory Peacock.
"No, after analyzing Kochha and her mother's preferences, I plan to give her a surprise."
"Okay, Boss." Faraqua shook his head.
"Faraqui, help me find another female companion. She must be pretty. I want to take her to cocktail parties when necessary. She must understand social etiquette, be an adult, and be under 30 years old."
"Boss, just a female companion?"
"Yes, just a female companion. She doesn't need to play the role of a woman. For the time being, I am not interested in finding a woman here. Ah, you must keep your mouth shut."
"This kind of woman is not difficult to find, and she will be found quickly."
"Um."
Feeling that the car speed had slowed down, Nan Yi closed the newspaper in his hand and turned to look out the window.
Outside the car window, a group of cows were leisurely crossing the road. There were Brahman cows, yellow cattle, buffaloes, and also humped cattle with a tumor on their backs. Nan Yi actually saw a white one.
The white humped bull is not simple. In Hindu scriptures, Shiva's mount is a white bull. White humped bulls often appear in some ancient murals. Over time, white humped bulls have been worshipped as sacred bulls.
Birds of a feather flock together. Even humped cattle that are not white will benefit from this and enjoy certain privileges. If humped cattle achieve enlightenment, yellow water will ascend to heaven. In the eyes of some believers, any cow is noble.
Precisely because of the noble status of cows, Dalits are not qualified to touch them. Lower castes are also afraid of being targeted by higher castes and stay away from cows, not to mention raising cows for plowing fields and carrying goods.
Only the local kings of each state were qualified and had the courage to raise large numbers of cattle for plowing the fields. After all, the local kings had large tracts of private land, and no one dared to interfere with what they did on their land.
Few people dare to raise cattle, so the cows can only rely on themselves. At first, they live in the countryside. There is plenty of grass in the countryside, so they can eat as much as they want. They don't live a leisurely life. They eat as much as they can and reproduce as much as they can. Within a few years, the cattle population suddenly becomes huge.
The grass was still the same grass, but the number of cattle increased several times. Gradually, there was not enough grass to eat, and the cattle began to damage the crops.
If the cows destroy the crops, the farmers don’t care whether they are sacred cows or not. They will drive them away and whip them. The life of the cattle in the countryside suddenly becomes miserable.
When the Niu Qun saw that the strategy of surrounding the cities from the countryside was no longer effective, they simply attacked the center.
So, the cattle herd held discussions for more than 80 years and finally formulated a "wandering sacred cow" plan, following the poor to migrate to the cities. New Delhi and Mumbai were their destinations.
This is why there are so many cows walking around the streets of Mumbai. They are all poor cows. If they can stay in their hometowns, who would come to the city to be stray cows?
“Faraqui, why are there so many stray cows here?”
When Faraqui heard Nan Yi's question, he immediately said like offering a treasure: "Boss, there is a pasture in front. I have raised more than a dozen horses for you. These cows go there to eat the grass."
When Nan Yi heard this, although he was dissatisfied, he still said calmly: "You are thoughtful."
The car continued to move forward and soon arrived at the edge of a fence.
Inside the fence is the area of ​​Peacock Villa.
Looking inside through the fence, Nan Yi almost couldn't help but slap Faraqui.
At the other end of the fence, where the main road of the villa connected to the gate of the villa, there were two hundred and seventy or eighty people standing densely. Standing in the front was Han Zhenhe, and an Indian, Diwaman, the housekeeper of Peacock Villa. Nan Yi had seen his photo.
Nan Yi knew that there were more than 200 staff members in the villa, but he never thought that Faraqui would hold any welcoming ceremony.
"This is fucking bullshit." Nan Yi complained, then turned to Faraqua with a cold face and said, "Get out of the car. Except for the servants, let everyone else return to their posts."
"Yes, yes, yes."
When Faraqui saw that Nan Yi was dissatisfied, he quickly got out of the car, crawled towards the crowd, got close to the crowd, and shouted a few times. The crowd began to riot and disperse, and finally only fifty or sixty people were left there.
"Go ahead."
Nan Yi watched the crowd disperse and said something to the school beauty.
As soon as Nan Yi got out of the car, Diwaman and his men came to greet him. He walked closer, leaned over, and reached out his hand to touch the back of Nan Yi's foot. "Sir, welcome home."
"Thank you, Divaman."
"gentlemen."
Puran, the captain of the Dalit women soldiers, came out from behind Divaman.
"Pu Lan, you've worked hard."
Nan Yi said this and extended his left hand towards Pu Lan.
Plan looked at Nan Yi's outstretched hand, his cheeks twitched a few times, and after a while he stretched out his left hand, tentatively extended it forward, and then immediately retracted it.
Nan Yi didn't wait for her to take it back, he just grabbed it and patted the back of her hand with his right hand. Everything was said without words.
Plan looked down at his hands, then looked up at Nan Yi's face, his eyes becoming moist.
The use of Indians' left hand is well known to the world. In India's social structure, Dalits are untouchables and lowly people, and Dalit women are the lowest of the low.
Rape, looting and murder are like the sword of Damocles, always hanging over their heads.
Pulan originally lived in a village. One day, when she was collecting cow dung on her way home, she was dragged into the woods by five or six men. After being brutally raped for several hours, she was imprisoned and kept as a captive. After that, she lived in darkness for more than half a month.
She was lucky. Usually, Dalit women would be killed on the spot after being raped.
It was because of luck that she met the logging team of Luban Wood Industry, was rescued, had the opportunity to kill her enemies, and had the opportunity to call Plan.
Puran's original name was not Puran. He changed his name to this one after hearing about Puran Devi's deeds and considering her as his idol.
“Ali izz well [All is well].”
Nan Yi patted Pulan's hand again, gently pulled it back, turned to Diwaman and said, "Let everyone go back first, you accompany me to look around."
"Yes, sir."
After Divaman asked the servants to leave, he returned to Nan Yi and took Nan Yi and Hagiwara Sayuri to patrol the villa.
There are cows in the villa, but not many. Nan Yi only saw five or six. Compared with the cows outside, the cows in the villa look more regular, and it seems that they have been selected intentionally.
As he got closer, Nan Yi saw a very strange-looking cow, covered with brown and yellow hair, and its hooves were divided into two parts, which was slightly different from that of ordinary cows. Its shape looked more like an elephant's hoof.
If we don't look at the head, this should be an ordinary cattle, and a malnourished one at that, because it has many wrinkles on its body.
But if you look at the head, you can see that this cow has no horns and its ears are very large, similar in shape to the ears of a Boer goat, but the length...
Nan Yi walked closer and touched the head of the bull that looked like a Labrador. Seeing that the bull did not do anything extreme, Nan Yi picked up one of the bull's ears, straightened it, and estimated its length.
"At least eighty centimeters."
Nan Yi muttered to himself and looked at the cow's back. There was a bulging tumor a little further back on the cow's neck. Judging from this feature, it should be a Brahman cow.
However, with a dog face, sheep ears, cow body, elephant hooves, and layers of wrinkles hanging down under the neck, this is the offspring of a Shar-Pei and a Labrador, and the grandson born from adultery with a sheep. It's bloodline inheritance, and the grandson is restless and is the great-grandson born from an affair with a cow?
"Kawaii, Nagao-kun, do you know what a cow is?" Sayuri Hagiwara, who was standing next to Nan Yi, exclaimed when she saw the appearance of the cow.
"I don't know either." Nan Yi replied, then turned to ask Diwaman: "Diwaman, do you know?"
"Sir, this is a Brahman bull, but it looks rather strange." Divaman replied, "It is kept in the villa because of its strange appearance."
"I see. I thought they were bred in some laboratory."
Divaman's tone was unhurried, as if he was used to it, which made Nan Yi realize that he was making a fuss out of nothing.
After passing a few cows, Sayuri Hagiwara held Nan Yi's arm and continued to move forward with Divaman. The closer they got to the villa, the more trees there were, and the distances between the trees were neither too far nor too close, and they were arranged in a staggered manner.
The area around the villa was originally a sparse woodland area, and a lot of trees were deliberately cut down during construction. The remaining trees were carefully calculated and arranged at certain angles to make them suitable for sniping the main building. All of them fell within the reconnaissance and attack range of the sniper positions on the roof of the main building and Peacock Mountain.
India is a country that allows gun ownership. Although the procedures seem to be very cumbersome and the review is very strict, there are two different workarounds: on the table and off the table.
Uttar Pradesh is close to the Himalayas, and Punjab has been unstable in recent years with terrorist attacks occurring from time to time. It is very easy to apply for a gun license in these two states. It is very easy to obtain a state gun license first and then apply for a national license.
This is a desktop method, which is a little troublesome and requires a detour.
Things on the desktop are relatively simple. As long as you show some appreciation, you can ask them to do it faster.
The gun-keeping license for the security guards at Peacock Villa didn't cost much, but it made the equipment very interesting. Anyway, if it were in the country of Qin, as long as he walked out of the gate of Scarlett Manor, the security equipment around Nan Yi would definitely not be as good as here.
There are over two million licensed private gun owners in India, and the number of guns that are secretly hidden without a license or obtained through illegal channels is certainly not small either.
According to Faraqui, the Glorious Peacock's partner, the gang that controls the slum red-light district of Kamathipura, has a lot of guns.
Since guns are easy to obtain, Nan Yi, who is clearly here to do good deeds, has to pay more attention to his own security.
After walking for a while, Sayuri Hagiwara looked at the buildings not far away, then turned back and said to Nan Yi: "Nagao-kun, the house here is very big, but... it seems that we don't need so many servants."
"You said this because the servants here have a strict division of labor and cannot break the rules. For example, Divaman is a Kshatriya caste. His ancestors were either military generals or civil officials. He can be considered a noble. Although he is down and out now, he will only choose to be a housekeeper here, not a servant.
I mean, even if he wasn't qualified to be a butler, he wouldn't work as a servant just to make a living.
The rich here usually only hire Brahmin chefs, because those who can become wealthy are usually either Brahmins or high-caste Kshatriyas, and high-caste rich people will not eat food cooked by low-caste people;
A high caste chef would not serve a low caste Vaisya, as it was a disgrace to them.
Since chefs are of high caste, they can cook, but they are not good at serving dishes or washing dishes, so they need special kitchen maids to do it.
In addition to the maids who help in the kitchen, there are also maids who are responsible for washing clothes and doing the washing for the employer. I mean all kinds of washing, such as washing the face, bathing, washing the buttocks after going to the toilet, etc. There are also maids who are responsible for indoor cleaning, which requires several maids;
There are also people who are responsible for outdoor cleaning. In the eyes of the servants, those who are responsible for indoor cleaning will never do outdoor cleaning because they think indoor cleaning is more advanced than outdoor cleaning.
Others include gardeners, which is a more professional job, often inherited from father to son, not just servants can do it, and we need several gardeners here;
There are many divisions of labor, such as babysitters who take care of children, security guards who are responsible for guarding the door, full-time drivers who drive cars, etc. Each division of labor has a dedicated servant, so the work of the servants here is not heavy and the salary is not too high. "
"Since everyone doesn't have much work to do, why don't the servants do more and get paid more?" asked Sayuri Hagiwara.
"Because there is no market demand for this. Think about it, if you spend the same amount of money, hiring a hundred servants versus hiring ten servants, of course a hundred servants will look more impressive and prestigious."
Hagiwara Sayuri nodded and said, "It is very impressive. I was scared to see so many people standing here just now."
"Haha." Nan Yi smiled and patted Sayuri Hagiwara's hand. "The Peacock Lake is in front of us. Let's go over and take a look. This is my first time here too. I've only seen it on drawings."
Peacock Lake, as its name suggests, is shaped like an irregular fan, like a peacock spreading its tail.
Moreover, there are real peacocks here.
"Nagao-kun, there are peacocks here... blue ones, eh, white ones, and black ones." Suddenly, Sayuri Hagiwara grabbed Nan Yi's arm and exclaimed.
"Of course there are. Why is this place called Peacock Villa? Isn't it because there are peacocks?" Nan Yi glanced at the peacocks by the lake and said with a smile.
"Great, I love peacocks."
Sayuri Hagiwara said this, let go of Nan Yi's hand, and walked towards Peacock.
Nan Yi did not follow Hagiwara Sayuri, but walked to the shore of Peacock Lake and looked into the lake.
The Peacock Lake is stocked with Kingfish, Mclaren and Gangetic softshell turtle. Kingfish is probably the most precious freshwater fish in India and is said to have been a tribute to the Indian royal family in the past. Nan Yi has never tasted it and doesn't know how it tastes, but he knows that this fish can be worth a lot of money because it looks golden, beautiful and festive, and has great potential to be an ornamental fish.
Wheat dace is the second largest farmed fish in India. It is hardy and easy to raise. It can be raised as long as there is water, whether it is a river, a lake, or a small pond. It can live well. You can feed it if you like. If you don’t want to feed it, it can satisfy its own food needs in the water.
Because it is easy to raise, grows relatively fast, and is as nutritionally sound as the four major carps in China, in order to make people eat more nutritious food, it was introduced to Guangdong Province for large-scale pilot breeding in the past two years.
As time goes by, it is inevitable that some fish will escape. It is not easy for silver carp to reproduce in limited waters, but once it escapes into rivers, it will completely let itself go. A medium-sized silver carp weighing about five or six kilograms can produce 300,000 to 400,000 eggs in a breeding season, and the hatching rate of the eggs can reach 30-50%.
In fact, if they want to escape, they will escape. People in Guangdong will eat it anyway. It doesn’t matter if you can produce 300,000 or 500,000 people in one go. As long as it tastes good, they will still eat it until it is endangered.
Unfortunately, the grass carp is really not tasty. No one would be willing to put it in their mouth unless they have been hungry for three to five days, so this fish is likely to become rampant in the rivers of Guangdong Province.
Nan Yi raised this fish just to see how strong its reproductive and survival abilities are. You know, fish can be hybridized, and grafting the advantages of the wheatgrass onto delicate fish is a very interesting and promising topic.
As for the Ganges soft-shell turtle, he just raised it for fun. After two years, Nan Yi wanted to see how much worse the Ganges soft-shell turtle raised in Peacock Lake was than that in the Ganges. It would definitely be worse and it would be impossible to surpass it. After all, there was more food in the Ganges, and there was one food that Nan Yi would never feed it.
Squatting by the lake, Nan Yi stretched out his hand and gently patted the surface of the lake.
I kept clapping and stopping, stopping and clapping for more than ten minutes, but not a single turtle head appeared above the water.
"Damn it, the old-fashioned methods back home don't work here!"
Nan Yi spat and stood up.
"Sir, I need to report something to you." Diwaman suddenly walked up to Nan Yi and said.
"you say."
"I wonder if you noticed the fair-skinned maid standing in the second row?"
Nan Yi recalled and said, "No, there's nothing strange about having white skin. Diwaman, just tell me what's special about her."
"Sir, the maid's surname is Sharma, Priyanka Sharma, and she is a Brahmin."
Nan Yi frowned and said, "Divaman, tell me directly what is so special about Priyanka. It is not uncommon for Brahmins to be defeated in India, right?"
“I’m sorry, sir, it’s my fault, I thought you understood the significance of the surname Sharma. The four surnames Sharma, Devedi, Vyas and Pandit are the most common surnames of Brahmins;
Today, the other three surnames have basically declined, except for Sharma. Hundreds of years ago, the Sharma family paid for the construction of several temples. Today, the priests of these temples are all from the Sharma family. Sharma people who need help can seek help from the temples. "
"What kind of help? Monthly living expenses?" Nan Yi asked.
Divaman said with a bit of sourness: "Not only can you receive living expenses, but you can also borrow a large sum of money without interest and establish relationships with the Sharma family."
Nan Yi understood what Divaman said immediately. This is similar to the family fund.
"So, Priyanka's family is very powerful, and she has to work as a maid because she was kicked out of the family?"
"Yes, I was kicked out of the family."
"Oh, let me guess..." Nan Yi thought for a moment and thought of a possibility, "Priyanka found a boyfriend of a low caste, could he be a Dalit?"
In India, it is relatively easy for a low caste to marry a high caste. There are many impoverished families among the high castes. According to the marriage customs in India, the woman must have a rich . If a wealthy family of the low caste wants to move up in class, finding a impoverished high caste son-in-law is undoubtedly a shortcut.
For the declining upper castes, marrying a wealthy lower caste wife to improve their living standards is undoubtedly a good deal.
However, if the upper caste has not fallen, it would be a dream for the lower caste to marry into the upper caste, let alone for the lower caste to marry into the upper caste. As long as the upper caste status is there, it will not be too difficult for a high caste woman to marry another high caste man, even if the family is impoverished. Just lower your requirements and don't expect the other party's family to be wealthy.
"Yes, sir, you guessed right." Devman nodded and said, "Priyanka found a Dalit man. When the Sharma family found out, they sent people to kill the man with knives, raped the man's mother and several sisters, and hung them naked on a tree.
Then, Priyanka was expelled from the family and went to work in the servant market. This incident became a big deal and almost the whole of Mumbai knew about it. "
Not every Indian shakes their head to say YES or nods their head to say NO. This characteristic often only appears in people of low castes. Farrakhi was born in Vaisya family, so he has this characteristic. Divaman is from a high caste and has received Western education, so his way of thinking and behavior habits are more Westernized.
"Divaman, if you stay with me for a long time, you will find that I am easy to get along with and I am a tolerant person. I will pretend that this incident never happened. Tell Priyanka to stay quietly and she can leave anytime she wants." Nan Yi said meaningfully.
"Thank you, kind sir," Divaman said sincerely.
"Well, I'm tired from the journey. I'm going to take a shower. Go and give him the order."
"Yes, sir."
As soon as Divaman walked away, Nan Yi waved behind him, and when the school beauty came to him, he whispered, "S.h.a.r.m.a, Sharma."
"clear."
The school beauty responded and walked towards the parking lot.
…
Nan Yi didn't have much taste and never paid much attention to the appearance of the place he lived in. Peacock Villa continued this style, still horizontal and vertical, with no arches and no curves on the windows.
You know, building a house in a straight line is the most cost-effective. If it is crooked, with convex here and concave there, with an arc here and a triangle there, it will cost more money.
People who spend a lot of money on the exterior of their house usually do so not for the sake of aesthetics but for the sake of face.
Nan Yi has no shame and doesn't need face. He just wants benefits.
Peacock Villa has a U-shaped structure, with an open-air garden of 128 meters by 128 meters in the middle and a building area of ​​62 meters deep and 190 meters long surrounding it. The entire building covers an area of ​​36,100 square meters.
In the center of the garden is a Chinese character "回", 28 meters by 28 meters, a total of 784 square meters, surrounded by four independent swimming pools, with a bathing spa in the middle imitating the Huaqing Pool.
A water pipe is connected to the boiler room, and hot water is continuously delivered to the bath. There is also another outlet pipe that slowly drains the cooled water, so that the water temperature in the bath can always be kept relatively constant.
At this time, white rose petals were floating on the surface of the bath water, dotted with a few lotus flowers in the middle. A tray with lychees and a pot of Sanle juice was floating on the waves.
Nan Yi opened his mouth and took the wine that Sayuri Hagiwara had poured into his mouth. Then he took the lychee that had been handed to his mouth and took a sip. The flesh remained in his mouth, and the core was taken away by a soft hand.
With his head tilted back and resting on the jade pillow, Nan Yi let out a sound of comfort.
Sayuri Hagiwara pushed the tray on the water aside and leaned on Nan Yi, "Nagao-kun, are we going out to the streets tomorrow?"
"Well, we'll be shopping for the next few days. We'll go to the north of the city first. That's where ordinary people live. There are slums there, too. We can go check them out. We can also see the laundry of a thousand people."
Nan Yi smiled evilly and said with evil taste: "If you are interested, you can also taste the street food here. We will go out in the RV tomorrow. There is a toilet in the RV."
“Why do you need an RV when shopping? Why do you emphasize the bathroom?”
"Haha, don't worry, you'll know tomorrow." Nan Yi replied mysteriously, and then shouted into the air, "Play music."
As soon as Nan Yi finished speaking, the music of "JimmyAaJa" instantly swept into the bath water, creating ripples on the water surface.
"Nagao-kun, the song doesn't sound like it's sung by an Indian." Sayuri Hagiwara said after listening for a while.
"Indeed, it's not. It's sung by a Chinese singer named Mei Zi. If you can spare some time tomorrow, let's go to the cinema and watch a movie."
"Can you understand?"
"I don't understand. It's okay if you don't understand a musical. As long as you can understand the dancing, that's fine. You continue to soak, I'll go up first."
Nan Yi said this, stood up, walked up the steps to the bathhouse, waved his hand, and asked the two maids who were about to come forward to put a bathrobe on him to stand still. He walked forward, took the bathrobe from the maids and put it on.
Walk out of the swimming pool along the glass plank road above the swimming pool, and walk to the right for a few dozen meters to reach the shower area.
The shower area is called "Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix". It is open-air and has no walls blocking its way. In the middle is a phoenix rising from the flames. It is fiery red in color with its wings spread out as if it is about to fly. Around it, hollow steel wires are either hanging or supporting tiny birds, with their heads all facing the phoenix. It seems as if the group of birds are waiting for the phoenix's transformation.
Nan Yi walked in front of the phoenix, stood still, and flicked a certain position on the ground with his toes. Instantly, water droplets sprayed from the phoenix's mouth and poured on his head. The impact force of the water droplets could be adjusted, and it could be like an arrow or mist. When viewed from a certain angle, the water droplets would appear fiery red, and people would be dizzy with golden light.
The toes flicked to another position again, and the sound of a clicking mechanism was heard instantly. The power was transmitted from the control center to each bird through the thin wire in the hollow steel wire, and the bird's wings began to flap gently.
With another flick of the toes, the folded curtains on the ground around her sprang out. The stitches of the curtains were not dense and could only dimly block a little of the vision. The curtains were very light and a corner of them would be lifted up by a slight breeze.
"It's a shame to be in full view, but it's more tempting to still be holding the pipa and half-covering her face." Nan Yi muttered and fiddled with the tip of his toes again, and the curtain was immediately pulled back to the ground.
Nan Yi clapped her hands, and came to him in a sari with a tray in her hands...
After soaking and washing, the fatigue from the journey was swept away. Nan Yi sat on a wool carpet in the living room, picked up a cup from the tray, drank a sip of mineral water airlifted from Kanglong Island, then picked up another cup and took a sip.
The second glass of water was spring water from Peacock Mountain. Although the water sample report gave it a high evaluation, Nan Yi was still a little hesitant to try it. In his previous life, the fear of having anal prolapse during a seven-day business trip to Mumbai was still engraved in his memory.