"Nansheng, the report from the Sharma family has arrived."
Nan Yi was watching the fish swimming in Peacock Lake when the school beauty came to him quietly.
“It’s a bit slow.”
"The few Indians recruited by the Bats from Xiangkeng were either low castes or untouchables, and they had been in Xiangkeng for many years. They had no network of connections in India, so it was very difficult to carry out their work."
"I know. I understand. Let's talk while we walk."
As Nan Yi spoke, he picked up the Lee Enfield 4 rifle leaning against the back of the chair and walked towards Peacock Mountain with the school beauty.
"The Sharma family rose in Gujarat in the 16th century. Their ancestors once followed Akbar to conquer the world. After the establishment of the Mughal Empire, the Sharma family served the emperor and received many rewards, including three temples, namely the Sri Padmanabhaswamy Temple, Tamilna..."
Nan Yi waved his hand and interrupted the school beauty. "I am not interested in the temple. Although there is a high possibility that there is a lot of gold stored in the temple, it is not easy to get it. Let's skip their history and start from the present."
After Nan Yi finished speaking, he waved towards the foot of Peacock Mountain and waited for two seconds. Then, a camouflaged glass bottle flew up into the sky from the ground.
Nan Yi quickly pulled the bolt, raised the gun, and shot subconsciously.
First there was a bang, then another pop, and the bottle 120 meters away broke.
"Nansheng, your shooting skills have improved again."
Nan Yi pulled the bolt, caught the shell and put it in his pocket, then pushed the bolt, flipped the safety back, and put the gun on his back. After doing all this, he said to the school beauty, "It's not worth praising. Ten years and hundreds of thousands of bullets, even a pig should be able to become an accurate shooter. Let's get back to business."
"In the 19th century, the Sharma family changed from a large family to a sprawling alliance, with different branches developing in different fields. Whether it was Hinduism, politics, the military, or business, there were people from the Sharma family."
“What about the relationships between branches?”
"The Sharma family has a patriarch, who is only symbolic and does not have much authority. He is more of a link between branches. Every year, the Sharma family holds three sacrifices, and all family members must attend. Apart from that, there is not much contact between them."
"The branches are just working together to maintain the Sharma family brand, just like the relationship between the bosses of various territories in the society?" Nan Yi asked.
“Very similar.”
"Well, what about Priyanka's family?" Nan Yi nodded thoughtfully.
"Priyanka's grandparents have passed away. Her father Sonu Sharma is the vice chairman of SESAGOA and her mother Saira Sharma is a senior executive of VSNL."
"What's Seyla's maiden name?"
"Billla."
"Billa of the Billa Consortium?"
"Yes, her father is relatively marginalized in the Birla Group."
"oh."
Nan Yi frowned, looked at the fresh cow dung on the roadside ahead, raised his head and glanced around, then waved to the servant not far away.
"Sir."
The servant walked up to Nan Yi and called out with his head down.
Nan Yi pointed to the ground. The servant saw the cow dung on the ground and immediately said in panic: "Sorry, Sir, sorry, sorry."
Without saying anything else, Nan Yi and the school beauty continued walking forward.
"His English is much more standard than it was a week ago. He's very motivated. Talk to Plan and ask him to pay more attention to him."
When Nan Yi asked Faraqui to find servants, he specifically instructed that except for the butler, the other servants should not know English, and it would be best if they could not even speak Hindi. But the curry flavor in the English spoken by the servant just now was almost gone.
Nan Yi didn't need the servants to understand what he was saying, nor did he want them to understand.
Coming to a tree, Nan Yi leaned against it, took the gun, raised the gun upwards, turned on the safety, and fired in one go. As he pulled the trigger, there was a rustling sound in the tree, and a checkered snake fell down. The snake fell to the ground, twisted its body, and then dived into the grass with a whoosh.
"In ancient times, poor scholars wrote many love stories about young ladies eloping with poor scholars. I have always looked down on poor scholars, but I have always had a good impression of the young ladies in the stories. They are brave enough to give up everything for love.
I like Priyanka very much, just like the eldest daughter in the story. I really want to write a "Mumbai Love Story" with her. The problem now is how to comfort Sayuri. "
"Nansheng, the Sharma family is not a monolithic entity, and Priyanka was expelled from the family." The school beauty reminded.
"Well, I know that SESAGOA is India's largest joint-stock iron ore export company. It has several rich iron mines in Goa, Karnataka, and Orissa. Check who holds its shares, and pay special attention to whether the Japan International Cooperation Agency and Mitsui & Co. are on the list of shareholders.
Of course, the names of the Sharma family should also be paid special attention to. In addition, we should also find out about Saiyla’s situation in VSNL, including his voice, room for advancement, and connections. The more detailed the better.”
"clear."
What Nan Yilai wanted to attack in India were agriculture, telecommunications, mining and finance, but he didn't expect that Priyanka would involve both mining and telecommunications.
"Your father works for the largest iron ore exporting company and your mother works for one of the two state-owned telecom giants, and you actually eloped with a Dalit, Priyanka, you are such a naughty little girl, you did a great job."
Nan Yi muttered to himself, raising the gun in his hand from time to time, and shot out the remaining eight bullets in the magazine.
After putting away the shell, Nan Yi took out a handful of bullets from his pocket and pressed them into the magazine one by one. Suddenly he stopped on a bullet, rubbed the shell with the tip of his thumb, and then rubbed the bullet head.
Nan Yi raised his hand, checked the connection between the bullet and the shell, and then put it to his ear and shook it to listen to the sound. "Damn, it's made in China."
With a mutter, Nan Yi stuffed the bullet into an empty pocket.
Nan Yi didn't dare to use the bullets made in India. God knows what year they were produced. Besides, India's industrial standards are a joke. He was really afraid of the bullet exploding.
Going up the mountain, Nan Yi inspected the entire Peacock Mountain. Whenever he saw a checkered snake climbing up a tree to steal bird eggs, he would shoot. He didn't aim at them, just to scare them.
The plaid snake is not poisonous, but its bite is a little painful. Nan Yi let them coexist here with him and did not think of driving them away.
…
Colaba, Mumbai.
If you have seen the movie "Hotel Mumbai", you should still remember a scene: two handsome young men got out of a taxi and threw a green grenade into a restaurant.
At that time, a foreign backpacker in the restaurant was arguing with the waiter about whether to order pork. Unexpectedly, he became scared when he saw the grenade.
The place where the grenade was thrown is called LeoPold. Leopold is a place in Colaba that combines the functions of a bar and a restaurant. It is also a popular place for Western backpackers.
To say that Mumbai is an international metropolis today is a bit of an exaggeration, but to say that it is an international crime capital, the second Gotham City, I believe no one will object.
Leopold, the rectangular storefront on the first floor facing the street is as wide as the other four restaurants, and is entered and exited by two metal doors that roll up and retract into wooden arches, allowing diners in the store to enjoy a panoramic view from the causeway to the busiest street in the Colaba area;
The second floor is a very inconspicuous small bar with air conditioning. It is supported by several thick columns, which go straight up from the first floor and divide the first floor into several almost equal areas. Most of the dining tables are placed around the columns.
Small mirrors are cleverly attached to the columns and walls, allowing diners and drinkers to pretend to casually look at or peek at others, or to cast a wink at the person they like.
For unrestrained Westerners, seeing their own image reflected in several mirrors at the same time is something worth celebrating.
Looking at others, being looked at by others, and looking at oneself being looked at by others, all seem to be very interesting things.
Of course, this is for others. For Nan Yi, who suffers from paranoia, he feels uncomfortable all over when sitting inside. His cheeks, chest, arms, and back can feel the burning sensation of being stared at by others from time to time. He is sure that this is not an illusion.
It is normal to be stared at. Anyone with eyesight can see that the people sitting at the tables outside Nan Yi and Priyanka are protecting them.
Nan Yi thought, just stare if you want. He tried his best to ignore the burning sensation on his body. He raised his head to look at the ceiling fan that was spinning weakly and making a buzzing sound, and looked at the white pendulum-shaped glass chandelier that was forced to resonate.
Turning my head to look left and right, I saw that the walls, doors, windows, and mirrors were all inlaid with mahogany trims. Various fruits were displayed along one wall, including bubble fruit, which tasted like mango, papaya, and banana. Some people called it papaya fruit. There were also grapes, watermelons, oranges, and several other kinds of fruits.
Turning around again, I saw a busy corner of the kitchen. The staff in the kitchen were wearing clean work clothes, their skin was not so obviously dark, and the kitchen counter was also clean. The food here can be imported.
After observing the environment, Nan Yi shamelessly pricked up his ears, wanting to listen to what the guests at other tables were talking about.
Leopold seems to be a habitat built by foreigners in Mumbai. Everything is Indian, except the customers in the store. Some of the customers have obvious national characteristics, while others are not so obvious.
The reason why Nan Yi came to Leopold for dinner was because bats reported that this place was a magical place, a place wandering between black and gray.
Here, people who are wandering in the gray area or directly immersed in the black area will rush over from all corners of Mumbai to negotiate business, business that cannot be discussed openly in the sun.
This is the Peace Hotel of the black world. You can only negotiate but not complete transactions here. Black businesses such as counterfeit currency, passports, gold which is very popular in India, women, etc., as well as gray businesses such as promotions, contracts, opportunities that can only be obtained through bribery can also be negotiated here.
Ironically, the police station in Kraba is just across the street. Whether it is because the light is dark or it is selective blindness, only God knows.
Two pairs of men and women came in one after another. The first one was a Western man and an Indian woman wearing a jasmine wreath and a red sari dotted with beads. The fat around her exposed waist trembled. The two went straight upstairs.
The next people who came in were an Arab man and a European woman, wearing sleeveless T-shirts and hip skirts. They looked around the first floor and sat down in an empty seat.
Then several similar pairs came in, the Indian women went upstairs and the Western women were on the first floor. Nan Yi thought that this was not a coincidence, but there was an unspoken rule that local chickens could only go on the second floor and foreign goods were on the first floor.
Nan Yi had been paying attention and heard a few key words, "300 grams", "purity", and "delivery time". The two guests at that table stood up at the same time, walked out of the table, came to the aisle, shook hands, smiled at each other, and then went their separate ways.
This was not the first time that Nan Yi had seen such an action. Just now, guests from other tables had also made similar actions. This might also be an unspoken rule that shaking hands in the aisle meant that a deal was done.
“Does it look good?”
Nan Yi, who had already vaguely felt the veins running on the surface here, withdrew his gaze and focused his attention on Park Yanka who was observing him through the mirror opposite him.
Priyanka shook herself, shivered, smiled confidently and said, "It looks good."
“Ha, you seem to have forgotten your current identity. Maybe I should give you two slaps so that you can face the reality.” Nan Yi said with a smile.
Priyanka's face darkened, she was distracted for a moment, then returned to her normal expression, smiled and asked, "What is bider?"
She has a slender figure, shoulder-length black hair, fair skin, square shoulders, a straight body, a leisurely and resolute temperament, pride brought by her plump lips, and confidence exuding through her high nose bridge.
Nan Yi didn't know whether Priyanka in front of him was confident or just a naive person who didn't realize her current situation.
"It's very common in India. I've seen it countless times on the streets in the past few days. I even heard that you have a competition to play it. I can go and see it someday."
A slap in the face is a common sight in India. In addition to seeing dirt and disorder in the past few days, Nan Yi also saw many people slapping others in the street. In his opinion, the slap in the face in India is not that insulting.
“I still don’t understand what bider is,” Priyanka said bewilderedly.
"You don't need to know what a bidou is for now. When you go to order a soda, you have to check the cup and watch the waiter pour the water."
"We in India can order drinks right at our seats," Priyanka said with a hint of sarcasm.
“Ah, thanks for the reminder, Maid Priyanka.”
Priyanka's face darkened again and she stood up limply, "Yes, I am a maid. I will go right away."
"You should be polite. When you talk to me in the future, remember to add 'Yes, sir', 'I understand, sir', and 'I was wrong, sir'." Nan Yi said with a straight face and playful tone.
Priyanka bit her lip and said reluctantly, "Yes, sir."
When Priyanka walked towards the kitchen, Nan Yi leaned back in his chair and said with his neck stiff, "Find a chance to reward her with two big cunts."
"I don't understand what a dou is either."
"Just a slap in the face, but the food will remain the same. Let her work from tomorrow." Nan Yi thought for a moment and said, "Let her make cow dung cakes. If she doesn't do well, slap her in the face. Do it for half a month first to knock down her arrogance."
"I play the bad guy?"
"Yes." Nan Yi nodded slightly, and then said: "Don't worry, there will be no self-torture tricks later."
Smiling, Nan Yi pricked up his ears and eavesdropped at another table, where an Indian and a Westerner were complaining about the corruption in Mumbai.
Indians complain that legitimate bribery can exist in Mumbai, saying that in other countries it is done secretly, but in Mumbai it is open and frank, without any concealment.
The Westerner did not refute the Indian's point of view, but just complained that someone took his money but did not do the job well. As for what the matter was, Nan Yi only heard the word "Book".
This is hard to guess. There are so many things that can be represented by "book", such as documents, approvals, passports, anything related to paper.
"Master, your soda."
Priyanka slammed the drink on the table and gritted her teeth at the word master.
"Sit down, and tell me about the man you risked everything to elope with." Nan Yi tapped his fingers on the table, "I really want to know what kind of magic power that gentleman has."
"Jain, his name is Jain."
“A nice name.”
Nan Yi praised her, but cursed in his heart, "This little bitch is not a good person. She treated me like a fool and made the matter known to everyone. She even gave me a fake name."
"Jiain is not only handsome and strong, but also very manly, just like the heroes in the legend. It's just that his family background is a bit low. But I can feel that he really loves me, so I eloped with him."
"What does he do?"
"Students from Mumbai University, who would have graduated this year."
"He's handsome and talented, and he really loves you. No wonder you'd risk everything for him." Nan Yi said, pointing through the restaurant door to the two people standing on the roadside outside, "I have a friend who is the same as them. He used to work as a salesman here, selling passports.
As long as he introduced customers to sellers and completed the transaction, he could get a considerable commission. He seemed to be very suitable for sales work and had good performance. After a few months, he saved a lot of money.
With a little capital, he thought about changing his social status. Oh, I forgot to introduce him, he is a Dalit. "
Nan Yi picked up the soda water on the table and brought it to his mouth. Just before it touched his lips, he put it back on the table and said, "You should know better than me what Dalit means. My friend originally thought of going abroad. As long as he went abroad, no one would know that he was a Dalit.
But he quickly gave up the idea. He was unfamiliar with the place and his English was not very good. He was worried that he would not be able to make a living abroad.
Now that he has given up the idea of ​​going abroad, what should he do if he wants to stay in India?
He thought about it for several days, but couldn't think of a way to change his class.
Just when he was at a loss and was sitting by the window of his small house smoking, a high-caste woman who looked very similar to him happened to walk by in the alley below the window. He suddenly realized a shortcut to quickly change his class - marry a high-caste woman. "
Nan Yi calmed down, his eyes covered with a layer of sadness, "It's just a pity that my friend messed up. It's such a pity. He was just one step away."
The more Priyanka listened to what Nan Yi said, the more she felt something was wrong, as if he was talking about her.
"My friend's name is Rajan, and later he changed his name to Dead Man. Five minutes ago, he was renamed Jain again. It's a good name."
"You were sent by Lord Shiva to disgust me, right?"
Priyanka cursed inwardly, stood up from her seat, stretched out her right hand, grabbed the full whiskey glass on the table, and pretended to pour it out.
Nan Yi thought for a few tenths of a second, wound up his vocal cords, and blurted out a sentence neatly, "Maid Priyanka, you have to think about the consequences of throwing this glass of wine on my face."
Nan Yi had to hurry up, otherwise it would be too late if the wine splashed on his face.
Priyanka was stunned by Nan Yi's words. She stood there in a dilemma. After a long time, she almost became a scene of despair. Then she put down the cup and sat back.
"Very good, Girl, you are no longer the young lady you used to be. To be a maid here, you need to be honest and hardworking. As long as you work hard, you can get a promotion, a raise, and elope with a Dalit. Nothing is a dream." Nan Yi said, taking out a 500 rupee note from his pocket, "You are responsible for paying the bill, and take a taxi back by yourself. Tuk-tuk, not Taxi."
After leaving Leopold's Restaurant, Nan Yi and his party returned to Peacock Villa.
When passing through the reception hall, Nan Yi happened to meet Divaman, so he stopped him and said, "Divaman, is it time to send the Jagannath statue back to the temple?"
"Yes, sir."
"Oh, I missed the Dussehra. I didn't go to the Ganges to worship the river goddess, nor did I take a bath in the holy river to eliminate the ten sins of body, speech and mind. This is not good, very bad. I can't leave recently. Please go to Varanasi and do everything I should do for me. Leave early tomorrow morning."
Although Diwaman was a little surprised that Nan Yi, a foreigner, would want to go on a pilgrimage, he thought that maybe he just wanted to adapt to the local customs and integrate as soon as possible, so he nodded and said, "Okay, sir."
"There's no rush to come back. You can stay there for a few more days."
Nan Yi added, said goodbye to Divaman, and walked quickly to the kitchen.
At Leopold, Nan Yi had a Meixian fried rice for dinner. It looked like Chinese rice with toppings, not colorful and not clumpy, but it still tasted like Indian seasoning, which was not to his taste at all. He only ate two or three bites and stopped. He was still hungry.
After filling his stomach, Nan Yi went up to the roof, enjoying the cool breeze while spending some money and holding a three-hour satellite telephone conference.
"Are you back?" After the meeting and hanging up the phone, Nan Yi said to the school beauty.
"Arrived home an hour and a half ago."
"Okay, you go and rest first, I'll sit for a while."
Mumbai is a weird place. Who knows if there will be some low-caste person who is bold enough to risk his life to taste the taste of a high-caste woman. He said that he would let Priyanka take a taxi back by herself, but in fact, someone was following her.
"I'm still not ruthless enough. In fact, isn't it better to be a withered flower? If I meet an opponent with no shame, haha, I will suffer." As the school belle left, Nan Yi looked up at the sky and muttered softly.
At some point, Nan Yi felt something on his shoulders as if a coat was being put on him.
"Nagao-kun, the wind is picking up."
"Why don't you go to bed first?" Nan Yi reached back and held Hagiwara Sayuri's hand.
Sayuri Hagiwara turned around and sat in Nan Yi's arms, "You can't sleep alone, are you tired? Let me get the magic oil and rub your shoulders for you."
"Next time please just say red oil or essential oil. Magic oil will cause misunderstanding."
“Is there any difference?”
"Of course I do. There's a kind of Indian magic oil sold in Xiangkeng. It's not a serious thing. If people knew I was using the magic oil, I would be laughed at."
"Why are you not serious?" Hagiwara Sayuri asked curiously.
Nan Yi leaned close to Sayuri Hagiwara's ear and whispered something, and Sayuri Hagiwara's cheeks blushed after hearing it.
She is as fierce as a wolf and a tiger, and can suck dirt when sitting on the ground, but her face is still so tender. This is the cuteness of Sayuri Hagiwara.
"Is Xiangxun's magic oil from India?" Hagiwara Sayuri asked excitedly.
Nan Yi saw the excitement on Sayuri Hagiwara's lips, curled his lips and said unhappily: "No, it's made in Xiangzhen. It seems to be produced by a company called Huarenxing."
Sayuri Hagiwara asked in surprise: "Since it is produced in Xiangkeng, why is it not called Xiangkeng Magic Oil?"
"People in Hong Kong are quite superstitious, so things related to the gods and spirits are more popular. India has a more developed religious culture, so we can use it to make up some specious stories. This routine is not new. There is a brand of red wine that uses a similar approach."
"It's too bad. How can business be done this way?"
"Yes, that's too bad. Let's curse the profiteer's Tokyo lover together."
“Why Tokyo Lover?”
"Nothing, the cool red wine is mine. I want to see if the curse works. Come, let's discuss what kind of curse is better. Should we make it more vicious, like piercing the intestines..."
"Nagao-kun, you are so mean."
Nan Yi held the throbbing Sayuri Hagiwara, turned her over, and patted her butt a few times, "I'll make your heart beat, and I'll let you hit my face."
“Hahahahahaha…”
…
There are more than 200 servants and staff members in Peacock Villa . According to the Indian tradition, servants eat at the expense of their employers, and it is Nan Yi's obligation to provide them with three meals a day.
The villa has a special servants' kitchen. Nan Yi provides the ingredients and the servants arrange their own staff to cook.
Although there is liquefied gas in the kitchen, the servants still prefer to burn firewood and cow dung cakes. Coincidentally, there are many cows inside and outside the villa, so picking up cow dung is very convenient.
Early in the morning, Divaman set out to catch the train. Nan Yi circled Peacock Lake and then went up the mountain along the stream. On the way, Nan Yi checked several generators in the stream and went to the top of the mountain to look at the wind turbines.
Mumbai is holding a professional skills competition for electricians stealing electricity with great fanfare. The prize money is very generous and all winners can use electricity for free for life. Therefore, there is a large number of applicants.
The competition committee adheres to the principle of equality for all, and anyone who registers can participate. This results in a very dense competition schedule, and the quality of the contestants is also uneven. The mediocre and novice contestants burn out several transformers every day.
There is a major outage every three days and minor outages at irregular intervals every day. In order to prevent the refrigerators, surveillance cameras and air conditioners in the villa from breaking down, the power supply was taken into consideration when the villa was still on the drawing board.
Various power generation modes such as wind power, hydropower, solar power, thermal power, and animal power can be said to be very fully prepared.
After walking around the mountain, Nan Yi walked towards the cowshed. Not seeing anyone there, he continued walking towards the gate of the villa.
On the right side of the gate of the villa, Nan Yi saw the school beauty standing aside, watching Priyanka shyly and disdainfully holding two branches, with her head turned behind her, performing the stunt of picking up cow dung blindly.
A pile of cow dung was picked up by a branch and fell back to the ground with a plop just three or five centimeters above the ground.
The school beauty stood there and said something in disgust. Priyanka stomped her feet and continued to try to pick up the cow dung with a branch, but unfortunately, it still fell apart.
Bang!
A white lightning came forward and a big slap hit Priyanka's face.
The school beauty quickly returned to her original state. Priyanka covered her face, stunned for a while, and pounced on the school beauty with eyes blazing with desire to eat people.
Bang!
Another big cunt.
After listening twice, Nan Yi turned around and left quietly.
Everyone has a bit of a crowd-pleasing personality. Since there are only two women and no third person present, it would be easier for Priyanka to step down. If Nan Yi stays, things may very likely develop in an uncontrollable direction.
On that day, Nan Yi did not go out. He stayed in the study room thinking about how to carry out land mergers.
In fact, ancient India never achieved true unification, which led to the long-term lack of unified dynasty management in the country. Therefore, the country’s land ownership issue is more complicated than other countries.
Because the land ownership in each place was different before unification, and India had long been characterized by strong local governments and weak central governments, big capitalists and landlords gradually promoted private land ownership on a large scale in order to protect their own interests.
India began to be transformed by the Eagle State in the 1790s. Originally, many places in India still had public ownership. Under the strong promotion of the Eagle State, the country's land began to be transformed from public ownership to private ownership. This process lasted until the 1890s. In other words, it took India a full 100 years to complete and consolidate private ownership.
Later, although India gained independence, private land ownership was still preserved. Because private land ownership had been consolidated for nearly 200 years and had penetrated into the psychology of every Indian, it was difficult to change.
In addition, there is obstruction from vested interest groups such as big capitalists and upper castes, so India has to continue to maintain private land ownership. Land distribution in India continues to be extremely unbalanced, with about 30% of farmers in India having no arable land, and among those who have arable land, 80% of them own less than one hectare of arable land.
The remaining less than 20% of "farmers" control nearly 80% of the country's arable land. These people are basically big capitalists and high castes. Since farmers are weak and short-sighted, and they control very little land, many farmers choose to transfer their land and go to major cities in India for development. This makes the land increasingly concentrated in the hands of big capitalists and high castes.
Perhaps to cooperate with the annexation of land, India also has a law: Indians can move freely to any place in India without applying for any documents, and all Indians enjoy the same rights.
At first glance, it seems that farmers have gained unprecedented freedom, they can go wherever they want and do whatever they want, but in fact this has reduced the resistance to land annexation, they can find a way to survive without land and are less likely to go to extremes.
A large number of farmers flocked to the cities, providing them with abundant and cheap labor. The big capitalists could pick and choose the cheap labor to work in their own enterprises, and a very clever cooperation took place between the big landowners and the big capitalists.
Therefore, the targets of Nan Yi's annexation are the local kings and landlords in various states of India, not the real farmers. The remaining farmers must not be touched at all, as they are the fig leaves left by the upper castes.
Each of the local kings is extremely wealthy and lives the life of a local tyrant. They are also local tyrants. Nan Yi has come from afar and has shallow roots in India. It will not be easy to deal with any of them, and he has to take it step by step.
For the time being, the landlord is the person that Nan Yi should focus on.
How to target and which landlords to target requires careful consideration.