In the morning, Nan Yi thought about it by himself. In the afternoon, he connected with the Information and Strategy Committee and the Southern Office for a brainstorming session over the phone.
Then, Nan Yi asked Faraqui to "borrow" some relevant information about India's water conservancy from the Groundwater Management Bureau, the Water Development Agency, and the Hydrological Association. He himself burned three incense sticks to Xu Xiake, chewed salted radish in his mouth, and inspected the rivers and lakes for the citizens of Mumbai.
Nan Yi visited five lakes that provide drinking water and three small rivers that originate from the Sanjay Gandhi National Park. He also visited the Bitter River in the northern suburbs of Mumbai.
There are bitter rocks deep in the riverbed of the Bitter River, which makes the river water more bitter than Coptis chinensis. Because the water is bitter, the water of the Bitter River has been targeted by several pharmaceutical factories in India, which are vying for the river water.
When Nan Yi arrived at Ku River, it could no longer be considered a river. To call it a stream was an exaggeration.
Several water samples were taken and sent to Lijiaopo for analysis as soon as possible. If it really had any magical effects, Nan Yi would join the rush to grab it. If you grab it now, you can still drink some of the soup, but if you wait too long, there will be no residue left.
After paying attention to Mumbai’s water conservancy projects, Nan Yi went to the public library for three days.
The librarian was a kind person. He not only helped Nan Yi find all the old English newspapers from the 1980s, but also helped to classify them and pointed out the key points that needed to be read. This saved Nan Yi a lot of time. Otherwise, he would not have been able to finish reading more than eight years of newspapers in three days, even if he had read them in a hurry.
There is justice in the world, and good people will be rewarded. The librarian soon had good luck. An equally kind person gave him a refrigerator with a water purifier.
After going to the library, Nan Yi asked someone to go to the newspaper office to find a reporter to find out whether they use the left or right head when they need to use data when writing articles. Generally speaking, if you tap the left side, the number will be compiled higher, and vice versa for the right side.
"Left, right, right, left, left, left, right... It's about 6.5 to 3.5. Forget it. The data has no reference value at all."
Throwing the pen away, Nan Yi leaned back in his chair, stroking his chin and summarizing the information he had gained in the past few days.
First of all, Nan Yi has confirmed that Dharavi is definitely not a slum, but a special economic zone that is very suitable for him to get involved.
In July 1985, the Supreme Court of India ruled that local authorities had the power to forcibly demolish illegal structures that obstructed traffic and occupied public places.
After this ruling came out, the Mumbai City Hall prepared to demolish the slums, but after several efforts, not only did it fail to demolish the slums, but it continued to grow.
After that, the issue of slum demolition was put on hold and no one mentioned it again.
Since it cannot be demolished now, it is unlikely to be done in the future.
India has multiple political parties, Indians can move freely within the country, and their voting rights follow their bodies, and the large population of slums means that places like Dharavi are big vote banks.
Anyone who wants votes has to show some gesture and inevitably give some benefits to the people in the slums.
By reading the key points obtained from the newspapers, thinking from the perspective of the interests of the Indian consortium, and combining it with the few memories of India in his previous life, Nan Yi can basically infer that India's economy will be liberalized, market-oriented, privatized, and perhaps even globalized.
Currently, India's economy has two models, formal and informal. The formal one is paying taxes and abiding by labor laws. Excluding these, everything else can be considered the informal economy.
Small shop owners, farmers, construction workers, taxi drivers, street vendors, rag pickers, tailors, repairmen, middlemen, black market traders, etc. can all be considered informal economic models.
The informal economy not only boosts India's economic growth, but also provides more than 90% of employment. Most of the informal economy is rooted in slums like Dharavi, but the government turns a blind eye and does not provide any assistance.
It is not surprising that the Indian government has such an attitude, as none of the factories in Dharavi pay taxes, and this non-tax behavior is tacitly tolerated.
No taxes, no social security, and no export tax rebates, neither of which is negative but one is positive. This means that the cost of the Dharaveli factory will be more than 60% lower than that of other companies. Add about 10% to the various gifts, and overall, the cost can still be half that of its peers.
This half is crucial. With this advantage, you can completely create a vacuum zone in a certain market where there is no competitor.
Dharavi does not have any high-tech jobs and cannot engage in high value-added industries. It can only immerse itself in low-value-added, low-end fields that compete on price. There is no need to worry about dimensionality reduction attacks from powerful competitors.
An opponent who can launch a crushing offensive would not bother to come to such a field to make a living.
"I set up Dharavi Trading in Dharavi and integrated all the factory owners. We worked together to take our business to a higher level. We ate meat and I drank soup. It's nothing. Hehe, I am a man of justice. I didn't feel satisfied with joining the queue in my country, so I came all the way here to continue joining the queue."
After thinking through the Dharavi issue, Nan Yi spent half a day looking over the information that Farakui had borrowed. At first, he only read the part , but the information in this part was a bit vague, so Nan Yi read all the information.
After reading it, I came to a conclusion - the Indian government has done almost nothing in terms of agricultural water conservancy .
Over the past twenty years, India's average annual rainfall has been 890 mm, and India calls rainfall below 750 mm a drought. Even though India has a tropical monsoon climate with relatively high water evaporation, this is still a very luxurious standard.
If 750 mm of precipitation were placed in Kuwait, the country with the highest temperature on earth, it would be enough to turn the desert there into an oasis.
The reason why such high rainfall can still lead to drought has to do with land ownership.
Private land ownership has resulted in most of India's land being controlled by a small number of people. According to the principle of "he who benefits must pay", the burden of this water conservancy project naturally falls on the shoulders of the landowners.
India has a unique climate. Theoretically, it can grow three crops a year, but in reality, due to floods or droughts, it can only grow two crops a year. To turn facts into theoretical values, it is nothing more than "developing water conservancy projects."
These four words are easy to say but difficult to do.
China has always attached great importance to agricultural irrigation and water conservancy projects since its founding. From the 1950s to the present, the construction of reservoirs and irrigation canals has never stopped.
The construction of water conservancy projects requires a large amount of manpower, material and financial resources. The construction of a reservoir requires contributions from the national to local levels and local people. It can be said that it requires the efforts of the entire country.
The benefits of water conservancy construction are immediate and the results can be seen as soon as they are completed, but the payback period is very long and it is unknown how long it will take to recover the invested funds.
From a national perspective, the development of water conservancy is not simply a matter of input-output ratio, but also involves issues of food security and even regime stability. With these two major issues in mind, the economic account is just a trivial matter.
From the perspective of Indian landowners, these two major issues have nothing to do with them. What they need to calculate is the economic accounts. Investing huge sums of money in water conservancy projects and increasing the yield from two seasons to three seasons seems great at first glance. Once the payback period is over, the profit will increase by one third.
This is true in theory, but what about in reality?
How much is the huge sum of money? Does it exceed the landowner's net worth? Is it necessary to borrow money? How long is the payback period? What will be India's annual inflation rate during the payback period? How much will the rupee depreciate after the payback period ends? What will be the future fluctuations of international grain prices?
Assuming that the landowner is a very shrewd person, these issues are what he needs to consider. In addition, he will also consider the issue of land occupation.
Where does a canal come from and where does it go? Whose land does it pass through? If a lot of land is occupied, should other landowners give some compensation? How should the project funds be shared? Should it be shared directly according to the land area or calculated based on the amount of irrigation water required for different crops? And so on.
If you want to argue out a conclusion on the issue of who is at a disadvantage and who is at an advantage, a conservative estimate is that seven or eight generations would have been buried in the ground. Unless a powerful force stands up and holds down all the landowners and makes them suffer in silence, there will be no conclusion to this matter at all.
For shrewd landowners, developing water conservancy projects is a business that only loses money and no profit, so whoever wants to do it can do it.
To the unsavvy landowners, everyone, don't leave. I will show you what it means to eat eight cows in one meal... Hey, sorry for the rude behavior. My stomach is not doing well today, so I can only eat seven.
If you can become a local emperor by planting for two seasons, what? If you can become a foreign emperor by planting for three seasons?
Besides, don’t you know that the land baby will also be tired? It is overloaded with two seasons a year, and now it has to go through a third season. If it is not allowed to rest, it needs some fertilizer to replenish it. Where is the fertilizer?
I don’t know if Sister Wheat, Brother Rice, and Cousin Cotton like to drink pesticides. They just know to make them grow faster, but why don’t they feed them more pesticides?
Are you blind? Can't you see that the rice farmer next door drinks pesticides so much that he wants to vomit just by seeing him?
Grow up quickly, and I will grow taller than your mother.
From the perspective of the Indian authorities, they are short of money for industrialization, and a large amount of farmland is controlled by landowners. It is difficult to recover the money from them if they invest huge sums of money in water conservancy projects. It is not cost-effective. It is better to spend the money on the right things.
Because no one has the motivation to build water conservancy projects, even though India has the largest arable land area in the world, a climate suitable for three-season planting, abundant rainfall and many other advantages, its grain yield per unit area is very low.
This has also led to India's failure to completely solve the problem of food and clothing. If a major disaster occurs, a large number of hungry people will appear. The Global Hunger Index released annually by the International Food Policy Research Institute has always listed India as a severely hungry country. According to the standards of the World Health Organization, nearly 40% of people in India are in a state of malnutrition.
Of course, water conservancy is only one of the reasons for food shortage. Currently, India's labor costs are too low, and the cost for landowners to hire people to farm the land is ridiculously low. They have no motivation (and may not even dare) to introduce mechanized planting.
Forty percent of India's land is plains, which is very suitable for large-scale mechanized planting. If India kills only a group of "fathers", it can become a country with surplus food.
From Nan Yi's perspective, India's implementation of mechanized farming is not in his interest, and it also goes against his thriving patriotism and great compassion for the world. Therefore, after Nan achieves land annexation in India, he will also never mention mechanization.
Wouldn’t it be good to recruit more farmers and create more jobs?
"The annual rainfall is concentrated from June to September, and the flood season is in the summer. Once the floods recede, we have to consider drought relief. Drought is easy to solve, just dig deep wells for irrigation, but floods are difficult to solve."
Nan Yi rubbed his temples, unable to make a decision and having some vague ideas in his mind.
During the flood season, you can grow aquatic crops or simply raise fast-growing fish for four months, or you can simply leave the land fallow or grow alfalfa for four months to fertilize the fields.
"Forget it, let the professionals design the plan. I, a dropout from the rice planting department, shouldn't pretend to know something I don't."
Nan Yi muttered something, put away the documents on the table, walked to the window of the study next door and looked inside. He found that Han Zhenhe was on the phone, so Nan Yi did not disturb him.
During this period, although Han Zhenhe was in Mumbai, he was mainly concerned about things in South Korea. He and Nan Yi were not on the same channel for the time being.
Climbing down the stairs, Nan Yi walked out of the gate and came to the drainage ditch of Peacock Lake. He walked about a hundred meters along the flow of the ditch and came to a laundry pier.
He raised his hand and pressed it down, stopping the laundry maids from standing up and greeting them, and came to Priyanka, who was out of tune with the others.
After standing for a while, and not seeing Priyanka looking up, Nan Yi deliberately said, "Maid Priyanka, has anyone ever taught you to greet the master when you see him?"
Priyanka threw the clothes she was washing into the water, lifted them up and said unhappily, "Tell me, what do you want to do?"
"Do you know what a forced pocket is?"
"What do you want to do?" Priyanka repeated.
"You're lucky I never hit a woman, otherwise I would have pushed you into the water right now."
Nan Yi freed his feet from the flip-flops, took a step forward, submerged his feet in the water, sat down on the high steps of the pier, turned his head and looked at Priyanka, "You are not stupid. You can see that I have intentions towards you, but you don't know how to judge the situation. You dare to be so arrogant in my home court. I think you haven't had enough."
Hearing the word "bidou" again, Priyanka's heart tightened, she turned her head to the left and felt scared.
"Priyanka, you are a goddess in my eyes. You are not worldly, nor are you contaminated by worldly filth. Don't eat today, and don't poop or fart." Nan Yi raised his hand and clenched his fist, encouraging her: "Believe in yourself, you can definitely be a beautiful little fairy."
After saying that, Nan Yi stood up, put on his slippers again, and pretended to leave.
"No, don't go." Priyanka raised her hand and grabbed, "What do you want to do? Just tell me."
"Ha, haha." Nan Yi chuckled a few times, "I'll talk to you again tonight."
After leaving the pier, Nan Yi went to the farmland area in the villa.
The farmland area is divided into several areas, including the long-grain rice area, where Indian long-grain rice is planted, and the cotton area, which is divided into four small areas, where long-staple cotton, fine-staple cotton, Asian cotton and African cotton are planted respectively. These two types of cotton are facing or will be eliminated in various countries.
There is also a vegetable garden, which is divided into small plots. Regardless of whether they are suitable for planting in the villa, all vegetables available in India will be planted here for trial.
It doesn’t matter if the plant can’t grow. Nan Yi just wants to see why it can’t grow and when it will die.
Standing on the ridge of the cotton field, Nan Yi watched the workers sowing seeds there in a very primitive way. They bent over, clawed a hole in the ground with one hand, and put the seeds in with the other hand, slowly.
It's impossible to go faster because the ground has never been turned over. After being exposed to the sun for a period of time, although there are no cracks, people won't leave footprints when they step on it.
I don’t know whether these workers have always worked at this pace, or whether they have rich work experience and have become old hands, and have mastered the skill of slacking off to perfection.
If you follow this pace when working for yourself, you deserve to have a bad life.
Nan Yi stood on the ridge of the field for a short while and then left. The field was an experimental field and the people there were also experimental people. He didn't want to disrupt the workers' work rhythm because of his presence.
After leaving, Nan Yi went straight to the roof.
In a corner of the roof, there are two flower beds of 20×30 meters, which are the private plots that Nan Yi prepared for himself.
Nan Yi came to the side of the flower bed, opened the door of a tool room, moved out a pile of miscellaneous things, put them in the corner of the soil on the flower bed, leaving only a hoe in his hand.
With great effort, he dug a hole in the flower bed, 1.5 meters by 5 meters by 15 centimeters deep. He put down his hoe, replaced it with a shovel, and repaired the hole, making the four walls and the bottom of the hole flat.
He took the watering can and filled the reservoir at the side with water, returned to the pit, and sprinkled water all over the pit. Then he went to get another pot of water and returned to the pile of earth at the side of the pit. He put down the watering can, opened two bags of cow dung fertilizer, and mixed the cow dung fertilizer with the soil he had just dug out of the pit to make sure the fertilizer and soil were evenly mixed.
I picked up the watering can again and poured some water on the fertilizer-soil mixture until it reached a slightly sticky state.
"Tiger cub, help me, I'll be in charge of the beating and you'll be in charge of releasing it."
"good."
The tiger cub responded and walked into the pit and waited.
Nan Yi picked up the cotton beating bowl, held the horizontal bar with both hands, and inserted the bowl into the fertilizer-soil mixture. A tube of fertilizer-soil mixture entered the bowl, and at the same time, his feet were lifted up by the bandit mixture.
Lifting the cotton-beating bowl, Nan Yi aimed the mouth of the bowl at the tiger cub's open hand. He stepped on the footrest, and a cylinder with a diameter of 6 cm and a height of 10 cm fell into the tiger cub's hand.
The tiger cub caught the cylinder, passed it to his other hand, and placed it at the very edge of the pit.
This process was repeated over and over again. Nan Yi was responsible for making the cylindrical nutrient pots, and the tiger cub arranged the nutrient pots one by one.
If you feel tired, drink some water, take a break and then continue working.
Nan Yi stopped after making nearly two thousand nutrient pots. He went to the reservoir and took the cotton seeds that had been soaked last night to the flower bed. He then went to the tool room and took out a bag of wood ash. He threw the cotton seeds into the wood ash and stirred it, and then picked out the cotton seeds.
The cotton seeds were developed by Fan Shengzhi and have been improved to be insect-resistant, so there is no need to mix them with pesticides. Besides, this is the roof and it is not easy for insects to come up.
When the nutrient pots are plastic, there is a hole [groove] on them. Put three or four cotton seeds in each hole, then cover the neatly arranged nutrient pots with a layer of fine soil and water them. That's it.
If you were in China you would have to build a greenhouse to ensure the temperature and humidity, but here you don’t need to do that. The temperature is already high enough, and if you add unnecessary things, the cotton seeds probably won’t survive tonight.
After sowing, Nan Yi handed the remaining cotton seeds to the tiger cub and said, "Burn them. You watch them burn. Also, have someone watch this place 24 hours a day. No outsiders are allowed to approach."
"clear."
"Go ahead."
After the tiger cub left, Nan Yi installed two thermometers and hygrometers in the flower bed, one suspended one meter above the ground and the other inserted in the pit.
"President, this is a fax from New York."
As soon as Nan Yi walked from the roof to the second floor, Han Zhenhe came to him with a fax.
Taking the fax paper from Han Zhenhe, Nan Yi glanced at it. There was no important information. It was just a detailed expenditure list forwarded by the New York Southern Office about a private project invested by Nan Yi himself, a project with no profit point - Biosphere 2.
Biosphere 2, a project first proposed by the environmental organization "Collaborators", aims to explore the possibility of building an ecosystem in a closed space.
If this exploration is successful, it will make it possible to build shelters after a nuclear war, experimental bases for future Mars colonization plans, and even reconstruct the Earth's ecosystem in the more distant future.
Although this possibility was very far away, and although Nan Yi had heard of this plan in his previous life and had not heard any news about its success, he still invested five million US dollars in the name of Nan Youqiong.
For no other reason than that he is interested in this kind of exploration, and he is willing to lend a hand to anyone who is doing this kind of research.
The moment he threw the money out, Nan Yi thought that the money was gone, so he didn't look at the fax carefully. He just glanced at it briefly, then folded the fax paper and put it in his pocket.
…
7th Floor, Textile Centre Building, Dalal Street, Mumbai.
Chanda Kochhar finished a day's work and packed up to leave. In fact, there was nothing to pack, just pick up his bag and go.
Looking back, Chanda Kochhar felt that she was a little crazy for giving up her job at Industrial Credit Bank and joining a company... ha, she didn't know the name of it until a few days ago.
But how could she not be tempted? Not to mention the annual salary of $50,000, her starting point after joining the company was to be the assistant to the chairman.
Chanda Kochhar still has lingering fears when he recalls the five rounds of interviews he went through not long ago.
Only in the first round were she facing her compatriots, and the questions asked were relatively simple. From the second round, she could feel the strong aura of the interviewer, and the questions asked were all-encompassing. Each question seemed to contain a mystery. Fortunately, she passed four tests successfully.
Yes, except for the first one which was like an ordinary company interview, she felt that the following four were all tests. Her abilities, personality, work style, and all the information were taken away by those questions.
After joining the company, she was dumbfounded. What kind of company was she working for?
She didn’t have her own office, so the first thing she did after joining the company was to find an office for the company, a company whose name she didn’t even know.
Ha, I don’t know her name. If there weren’t a dozen interviewers interviewing her, and if she hadn’t already received a subsidy of up to two thousand US dollars whose name was unclear, Chanda Kochha would really want to just walk away.
This company is so unreliable!
Complaining, Chanda Kochhar walked out of the labor group office whose name she had just learned two days ago, locked the door, and took the elevator to the first floor.
As Chanda Kochhar walked out of the building's gate, a Cadillac Fleetwood stopped in front of her. A woman got out from the passenger seat and opened the back door.
Chanda Kochhar smiled slightly, got into the car, and unconsciously touched the seat next to him.
Although she had been riding in this car for several days, she still couldn't help but touch it. To be honest, compared with the high position and high annual salary, this car gave her a greater sense of accomplishment and also brought her a lot of face.
She found it funny when she thought about those neighbors who used to look down on her and her mother but now tried to curry favor with them.
"Diya, let's go."
"Yes, ma'am."
…
In the kitchen of Peacock Villa, Sayuri Hagiwara was holding a knife and looking timidly at a piece of southern bluefin tuna on the kitchen counter. "Nagao-kun, I'm under a lot of pressure. What if I don't do well?"
"Just treat it as a normal ingredient, don't feel any pressure."
Nan Yi held a spoon in his hand, scooped a spoonful of stuffing and put it on the tofu skin. He folded the corners of the tofu skin to wrap the stuffing. Then he pressed his hands on the bulging stuffing and rubbed it. The tofu skin completely wrapped the stuffing and became a cylindrical shape.
Sayuri Hagiwara used a knife to measure the tuna meat, but still didn't dare to start. "No, tuna is too expensive. I don't dare to start."
"Move quickly, don't be afraid, it's just Neko Matagi."
Neko Matagi means "even cats won't eat it", which was a term used by the Japanese in the past to despise tuna.
Just over 20 years ago, fishermen would sigh whenever they caught tuna. It would be a pity to throw away hundreds of kilograms of fish, but they couldn't sell them at a good price if they brought them back to the port. Generally, the only people who would buy tuna were the poor cat owners.
At the price of two or three cents a pound, a fish only costs five or six dollars, enough to feed the cat for several years.
If the cat owner happens to be poor and short of money, then it's all over. The fishermen can only send the tuna to the garbage station for disposal. It's not free, they have to pay a $20 garbage disposal fee.
This is not a random charge. Tuna will start to stink within two or three days, and the smell can be carried three miles with the wind. Not only that, tuna, like whales, will explode if too much decaying gas accumulates in their bodies.
Imagine that a cleaner is handling tuna and it happens to explode. Although it is unlikely to kill the person, it can certainly make the person stink to death.
Fishermen who have paid the garbage disposal fee once will easily learn their lesson. Next time they catch tuna, they will just throw it back into the sea with curses, saying, "Fuck you, you unlucky thing."
Tuna really became expensive because of an airline cargo manager named Akira Okazaki in the early 1970s.
At that time, Japanese home appliances were selling well, and airline cargo planes would transport entire planes of home appliances to the United States, but the planes would have to be empty on the return trip. There was nothing that could be done because there was no market for American products in Japan.
But Okazaki Akira was at a critical period of promotion, and he needed to make some achievements to increase his chances of promotion, so he set his sights on solving the problem of empty return flights. He thought that as long as he could solve this problem, his promotion would be guaranteed.
So, he racked his brains and thought of countless American products before finally choosing tuna. The reason was that there was a refrigeration chain on the plane, the tuna was big enough, and the most important thing was the $20 garbage disposal fee.
What a genius idea! Not only does it cost nothing to purchase goods, but you can also make a small profit.
What’s even more ingenious is that the five tunas, which cost almost nothing, were auctioned for $40,000 at Tokyo’s Tsukiji Market.
Afterwards, of course, it was the airlines that developed this source of income and monopolized it for seven or eight years. It was not until the early 1980s that more people entered this field to grab a share of the pie. Jiang Shang Fisheries was one of the hyenas who followed suit.
The story of the tuna was told to Nan Yi by Fang Kong. When Nan Yi heard this story at the beginning, he immediately suspected that the first auction of tuna was just a hype, with the tuna being auctioned and sold by itself. It was even possible that this kind of hype happened more than once. Nan Yi didn't quite believe that the price could be driven up by just one time.
"Neko Matagi was a thing of the past. This piece can at least be sold now..." Hagiwara Sayuri said, "Nagao-kun, how much can it be sold for? I have never bought tuna, I just know it is very expensive."
"It's hard to say, maybe 500,000 yen, or maybe more. It's all auctions now, and the price is different every time." Nan Yi said after thinking for a while.
"Fifty thousand yen, so expensive."
"Bah-ga, just get started, the guests will be here soon."
"All right."
Sayuri Hagiwara hesitated for a moment, but still picked up the knife and started eating the tuna.
After Nan Yi finished making the vegetarian roast goose, he saw that Priyanka hadn't finished making the fruit salad yet, so he said disdainfully, "Didn't you grow up eating Western food? Can't you even make a fruit salad?"
"I...I just eat, I don't need to be responsible for cooking."
Priyanka was confident at first, but as soon as she said a word, her tone became timid again. The person who would give her the big pussy bag was not far behind her, and she was really afraid of the big pussy bag and didn't want to try it again.
"Ha, you should be thankful that you didn't elope, otherwise you would be picking up customers in the red light district or your body would be torn into pieces, with your skull in Paris, your toe bones in Paris, whatever. It doesn't seem to matter where you go."
Nan Yi spread his hands, turned to Sayuri Hagiwara and said, "You take care of the rest. I'll go talk to Priyanka. The vegetarian roast goose only needs to be steamed and the stuffing inside should be 80% cooked."
"OK."
"Come with me, let's talk."
Nan Yi waved to Priyanka, then walked out of the kitchen first and headed towards the wine tasting room not far away.
There is a bar in the wine tasting room, and behind the bar there is a wine rack with many good foreign wines on it.
"I don't have any Indian wine here. Would you like some sherry?"
"Whiskey, thank you."
"Scotch, then."
As Nan Yi spoke, he rummaged through the wine rack and quickly pulled out a bottle of wine. He added ice cubes to two wine glasses, poured the wine, handed one of the glasses to Priyanka, and then picked up the other glass and clinked it with Priyanka's.
"Cheers."
"Cheers."
Nan Yi took a sip, put down the glass, squatted down, took out a can of beer from the refrigerator under the bar, opened it, took a big sip, and then shook it under Priyanka's eyes, "It's more comfortable to drink beer in the summer, do you want a can too?"
"No , I'll just drink this." Priyanka said as she scratched the wine glass with her fingers.
"Why don't you go abroad? If you go abroad, you can start a new life, and the rumors here will be gone with the wind."