Hearing Nan Yi's words, Priyanka showed a painful expression on her face. She raised her wine glass and took a big sip. After numbing her nerves, she said, "Someone doesn't want me to go abroad. They want me to stay here and suffer."
"The rest of the Sharma family?"
"Yes."
"So, your parents arranged for you to be a maid?"
"Yes."
"Is Divarman an acquaintance of your father or mother?"
"Mother."
"Well, I should have done what your mother wanted. She didn't want you to suffer for a long time, but you can't suffer with me. She also wanted you to suffer a little so that you can know the hardships of life. I also satisfied her. Look, you have become much more mature now. Big Bidou is for educating people."
"Can you not say Bi Dou?" Priyanka frowned.
"OK." Nan Yi spread his hands and said, "Then let's talk about us. You are my goddess. You are like a holy lotus in my heart. I will hold you in my palm and take good care of you. Ah, you can use your imagination to think of nice words like this. I will tell you in different ways later."
"Because of my father or my mother?"
"Ha, you're still pretty cute when you're not hot-headed." Nan Yi chuckled and said, "But you're wrong. Your parents are only a secondary factor. The most important thing is you, your surname, your caste, and your past stupidity.
Okay, let's make this conversation a little more straightforward. Because you have these three advantages, I'm going to give you a chance to stand back on your high ground and hold your head high.
You will serve as the chairman of the Labor Group. Of course, at the beginning you are just a puppet, a puppet, or to put it nicely, a mascot, or an actor, playing the role of the chairman of the Labor Group.
Of course, you can get a lot of money, so what do you think? "
"Just a puppet?"
"Yes, at the beginning." Nan Yi nodded.
"And then what?"
"It depends on you. If one day you are truly capable of being the chairman, then you can become the real chairman, and the relationship between you and me will change, from being superiors and subordinates to being partners. A portion of the labor group will also belong to you, and the size of the share will still depend on you."
Priyanka's eyes flickered, hesitation, reluctance, and determination lingered in her eyes. After a long time, her eyes became firm. "What should I do? Should I take off my clothes now?"
"Ha, let me say something that may hurt your self-esteem. What you think is so precious is worthless to me." Nan Yi pointed to his temple. "This is what I value. Your face and figure may earn you preferential treatment from others, but not from me."
"Besides, your looks..." Nan Yi deliberately looked Priyanka up and down. "A 500-rupee note is only worth two millimeters when stacked up. You are only worth two millimeters to me, and I don't even need one more."
"I'm only worth two millimeters?" Priyanka said unconvinced.
"You should feel honored. You have the thickest breasts among all the Indian women I have ever seen." Nan Yi said, and suddenly pointed in the direction of the gate and said, "That woman is worth at least 200 meters in my heart."
Priyanka turned her head and saw a dark-skinned woman walking towards her, driven by her "pocket fear".
"Ms. Kochha, this way." Nan Yi waved to Chanda Kochha.
Chanda Kochha smiled at Nan Yi and quickened his pace to approach Nan Yi and the other man.
"Ms. Kochha, let me introduce you. This is Priyanka Sharma. There is no doubt that she is the heroine in the rumors. I am Adam. I should be considered your boss. You can call me Mr. Adam." Nan Yi said, extending his right hand to Chanda Kochha.
Chanda Kochha also extended his right hand and shook hands with Nan Yi, "Hello, Mr. Adam."
"Hello, I'm sorry it took me so long to meet you." Nan Yi took his hand back and said with a smile, "Would you like a drink?"
"OK, thanks."
Chanda Kochha felt that Nan Yi’s smile was very warm, making her feel like spring breeze.
Nan Yi poured a glass of whiskey and placed it in front of Chanda Kochha, then picked up his own glass and said, "Cheers to you, to Kubera."
Chanda Kochha was shocked by Nan Yi's toast. He actually put her together with the gods, and put himself in front. This was blasphemy against the gods, but... it felt really good to be valued.
"Cheers to Kubera!"
Nan Yi took a sip and put down his glass. "Have you been feeling very anxious recently? Have you ever suspected that you might have been cheated?"
"To be honest, yes."
"Haha , not surprising." Nan Yi smiled. "During this period, I studied the working style of your Indian companies. I found that the Labor Group lacked a chairman who could serve as the face of the group. So, I took the time to find one, Priyanka Sharma, your nominal boss."
"In name?" Chanda Kochha asked in surprise.
"Yes, nominally, but in reality, I will take on the chairman's position myself. You are a good person, but you lack experience. You can start as an assistant first. In the future, perhaps you can be the vice chairman or take over my position.
Of course, Priyanka has a chance too and she will be your competitor, but she is just a fool and you don’t have to care too much about her.”
Nan Yi praised one and criticized the other, and his attitude of discriminating between them was very obvious.
"Who is the idiot?" Priyanka said angrily.
"You." Nan Yi first replied affirmatively, and then said sternly: "Prick up your ears, shut your mouth, and listen to what I and Ms. Kochha have to say."
After saying that, Nan Yi nodded to the school beauty.
After receiving the signal, the school beauty came to the bar with a document and a bunch of keys, placed them in front of Nan Yi, and then returned to her original position.
"It's a high-end apartment, 1,300 square feet, near Seaside Boulevard. This is my welcome gift to you. For now, you only have the right to live here. The property rights have been divided into 1,000 shares. For every day you work in the labor group, you will get a share of the property rights. After 1,000 days, the house will completely belong to you."
Nan Yi picked up the bar key and handed it to Chanda Kochha, "You can go over and take a look tomorrow. If you want to redecorate it, you can tell Faraqui. You should still remember him, right?"
"Remember." Chanda Kochha said in a trembling voice.
"Well, you can ask him for everything, such as decoration, home appliances, hiring people, and moving. I will pay for it for you personally."
"Thank you, thank you Mr. Adam."
Nan Yi shrugged and said, "You're welcome. From now on, I will treat you like a beast of burden. Business trips and staying up late will become your daily routine. Ha, I believe you will soon like black coffee.
Of course, I will give you corresponding rewards for every bit of your effort. I will compensate you for your lost sleep time, missed meals, and repeatedly postponed travel plans, and I will compensate you in excess.
Salaries higher than your expectations, benefits you dare not imagine, dividends and even shares, as long as you feel that your achievements are enough for you to make new demands, you can put forward them, and I will satisfy you if I should satisfy you. "
Nan Yi reached out and patted Chanda Kochha's arm. "Remember what I said now. If one day you find that I did not do what I just promised, and you are treated unfairly and wronged, you can retaliate against me in any way you like."
"Thank you, thank you Mr. Adam."
Chanda Kochhar expressed his gratitude again with emotion.
"I've already told you that you don't need to thank me. This is not a gift. We are in an equal exchange. You have to pay as much as you get." Nan Yi said, and then turned to Priyanka and said, "You can ignore this sentence. Love is not about return. Fall in love with me as soon as possible so that I can feel at ease not to pay you."
Hearing Nan Yi's words, Priyanka rolled her eyes, and Chanda Kochhar couldn't help but laugh out loud.
Just after Nan Yi finished speaking, Hagiwara Sayuri came over.
"Nagao-kun, dinner is ready."
"Okay, wait a minute."
Nan Yi responded and said to the other two women, "Tomorrow, Changda, you go to look at houses. As for you, go buy some professional clothes, office ladies, not dancers with exposed belly buttons. The day after tomorrow, we will meet in the office to officially start work. OK, everyone should be hungry now, let's go eat."
Everyone went to the dining room and had a dinner that was not too fancy, but it was a rich variety of food, including Chinese, Japanese and Western cuisine.
Before the meal, Nan Yi introduced to Kochha which dishes were made by him and which were made by Hagiwara Sayuri, so that she could flatter him more accurately and effectively.
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the next day.
Divaman, who was sent away by Nan Yi, returned from Varanasi. Falakui lost his part-time job as a housekeeper and went back to continue being the head of his glorious Peacock.
Nan Yi did not go out for the whole day. In the morning, he read some materials and practiced archery while riding a horse.
In the afternoon, Nan Yi and Sayuri Hagiwara went boating on Peacock Lake. The boat was not very good, just a bamboo raft made of hemp bamboo, but the rest was quite interesting.
"Hehe, Cui Bohou."
"Yu Xuanji."
"I've heard of you."
"I have never heard of your name."
"Okay, talented lady of Chang'an, it's a pity that in recent years, I haven't even had the leisure to read or watch movies." Nan Yi picked up a bamboo paddle from the raft, "Where do you want me to take you?"
"Go wherever it floats to." After Sayuri Hagiwara finished her lines, she said, "Nagao-kun, this place is empty and others can see it. Do you want to continue acting?"
"How is that possible? We are performing a serious stage play. Let's change the play. You play Pan Jinlian who breaks through the feudal shackles and bravely pursues love. I play Ximen Daguanren who is kind to others but slandered by evil people. Are you ready...action?"
As Nan Yi finished speaking, Sayuri Hagiwara's face became charming, "Master, take the medicine."
"Naughty, this play can't be staged."
Nan Yi and the other person had a lot of fun role-playing, but Hagiwara Sayuri was a little disappointed as there were only literary scenes but no martial arts scenes, and it always felt like something was missing.
Nan Yi didn't care whether he owed money or not. He took a good rest for half a day and went to the Textile Center Building the next day.
The Labor Group's office space was previously occupied by another Indian company, which took all its belongings with it when it moved out, but could not take the office decoration with it, so Kochha took advantage of it.
There are independent offices and conference rooms. You can just buy some office furniture, put them in, and start working .
However, now only Kochha’s office has a desk and a chair, so Nan Yi and his colleagues can only sit on the floor during the meeting.
Nan Yi pointed at an Indian man he brought with him and said, "Let me introduce you two to Pawan. He is the one who is difficult to communicate with directly and needs benefits to communicate with. He will not come here again in the future. Call him when you need him."
After that, Nan Yi pointed at another Indian man and said, "Acha, he is in charge of intelligence. If you need any information in the future, go to him."
After a few people exchanged greetings, Nan Yi let Pavan and Acha leave first.
"There are three colors in the world: black, white and gray. White represents light. You are bright, and you are also bright." Nan Yi pointed at Kochhar and Priyanka respectively, "Pavan and Acha represent gray. I want the labor group to look white, so the two of them can only hide in the dark.
As for black, who do you think is the blackest person in Mumbai?"
"Police." The two women said in unison.
Nan Yi's eyes were fixed on Priyanka's face, but he said to Kochhar, "Chanda, how much did you spend to speed up the registration of the company?"
"30,000 rupees," Kochhar replied.
"I'll give you a budget of 10 lakh rupees, and you go make friends with Sanjay Malpani, the chairman of the BSE [Bombay Stock Exchange], and I'll ask for a few brokerage licenses. Remember, this is a long-term friendship, not a one-time one."
Nan Yi stared into Priyanka's eyes and said, "How should we make this friend? Think about it yourself. If you don't mind insulting your last name, you can just use the honey trap. Maybe Sanji Malpani likes your love-brained personality."
Priyanka was extremely depressed, "It's such a bully. He was gentle and polite when talking to Kochhar, but was sarcastic and abusive to me."
"Changda, you have to do two things. First, register a Metropolitan Securities Company. Second, recruit people and set up the framework of the labor group. You two should do the recruiting together. I will give you the opportunity to cultivate your own direct lineage.
I need two brokers, one who prefers value investing, and one who takes a different approach and manipulates the market.
BSE is right on this street, it's very convenient for you to get information, give me the names of these two people as soon as possible, I will complete the work of contacting them myself."
As Nan Yi spoke, he stretched his hand back and a briefcase fell into his hand.
He opened the box, which was full of rupees. Nan Yi took out two stacks and handed them to Kochha, "Go to Dharavi and find a three-story house to rent. Set up an independent Dharavi trading company and don't get involved with the labor group."
Then, Nan Yi closed the briefcase and placed it in front of Priyanka, "1.1 million, 1 million is your budget, 100,000 is for renting a house, and if you work overtime too late, you can live in the city."
After explaining the work, Nan Yi left the labor group, walked out of the textile center building, and got back into his car.
In the car, Pawan was already waiting in the back seat.
"Pawan, go to the stock exchange in the next two days. I want the stock price data of Reliance Industries, Tata Group, Birla Group and other listed companies in the past three months. In addition, there is SESAGOA. Bring back as much data as you can about this company, in duplicate."
"Yes, sir."
Pawan responded and got out of the car. After a while, Acha got back into the car.
Nan Yi saw beads of sweat on A Cha's forehead, so he took out a few pieces of paper and handed him a bottle of mineral water.
A Cha took the paper, said thank you, wiped his forehead, then opened the mineral water and took a sip.
Nan Yi waited until Ah Chai finished his series of actions before he spoke up and asked, "How's the investigation going?"
“There are three main people who control Bollywood: Joan Shakir and Arun Salem, who are only involved in black business and are the ones standing behind the Mumbai gangs;
Bharat Shah, on the surface, is one of the largest diamond traders in Mumbai, and the second most powerful. In fact, he is well connected with both the black and white worlds, has good relations with many politicians, and colludes with the mafia, helping the mafia invest in the Bollywood film industry.
"Which mafia?"
"Nansheng, the mafia I'm talking about is actually a local society in Mumbai ," Acha explained.
“When did they start controlling Bollywood?”
"In the early 1980s, foreign films hit India. Bollywood was not doing well. Producers lacked funds to make films. They could only accept the black money from the three men to make films. Then they were gradually controlled by the three men."
"Who is the most famous actress in Bollywood now?" Nan Yi asked again.
"Sridevi and Madhuri Dixit are both on par with each other, and Juhi Chawla is a little behind them."
"Got it. Let's put the Bollywood matter aside for now and work with Ms. Kochhar first."
"Understood, Nansheng."
"Go ahead and recruit some locals as soon as possible. You have too much Hong Kong flavor."
"There's nothing I can do. I grew up in Chungking Mansions and I speak Cantonese better than Hindi."
"Go down, and remember to ask where the slave market is."
"Yes, Sir!"
A Cha replied nonchalantly, opened the car door and left.
Looking at Acha's back, Nan Yi thought that he should develop a few local people from Mumbai. Acha was too frivolous. He was okay with some borderline business intelligence gathering, but he should not be allowed to participate in any secretive matters.
"Campus Belle, go to the cinema we passed by this morning."
The school beauty started the car and took Nan Yi to the Roshan Talkies Cinema at the junction of North and South City. When passing by here in the morning, Nan Yi got off the car and walked around. It was just over eight o'clock in the morning, and there were already quite a few people waiting at the ticket window at the entrance of the cinema, all of them men. Coupled with the naughty posters on the wall, Nan Yi knew what kind of movie was being shown here.
After buying a ticket and entering the theater, Nan Yi didn't care about the poor conditions of the theater. He stared at the screen eagerly waiting for the movie to start.
After waiting and waiting, the movie finally started. The boring plot lasted for more than ten minutes before finally coming to the first dance scene, which seemed like a very energetic dance.
The man was dressed in formal attire and wearing sunglasses, the woman was wearing a sleeveless top and shorts. Such a normal scene actually caused the audience in the theater to breathe heavily.
Nan Yi suddenly had a bad feeling.
An hour passed and none of the scenes that Nan Yi wanted to see appeared. After waiting for another ten minutes, the "bed" finally appeared on the screen. The male and female protagonists appeared. The man threw the woman onto the bed and put his mouth against hers. Then... the scene cut, it actually cut!
"Fuck!" Nan Yi cursed inwardly and walked away, "Fuck, what the hell, this kind of scene wouldn't even be cut out if it was put in a cartoon, it's a scam, shameless, shameless!
Fortunately, he asked several people at the entrance of the cinema and met someone who spoke good English. He learned that the movie was called "Sister-in-law Players". His heart was pounding, and he was so excited. "
Nan Yi walked out of the cinema angrily and ran to the place where the posters were posted. He not only memorized the name of the film company "MG" in his mind, but also cursed, "MG production, right? You deceived my feelings and made me a victim. I will definitely punish you."
Although Acha was frivolous, he was quite reliable in obtaining information. By the afternoon of the next day, he had already heard about the slave market.
It is very sad that the 1980s are coming to an end, but the slave trade still exists in the world, in Africa, South America, Southeast Asia and India.
What is even more sad is that most of the so-called "slaves" in India are children. Moreover, the vast majority of these children were not abducted by human traffickers, but their parents took the initiative to find spies looking for children and begged the spies to buy their children with a very high-standard foot-kissing ceremony.
Outside of India's cities, in the vast rural areas, when disasters such as droughts, floods, and earthquakes occur, many people will be displaced and left without food or clothing. When they are hungry, parents with many children will face choices.
In the end, should the whole family bear the burden together and watch their children starve, get sick, and then die one after another, or should they sell one or several and leave the chance of life to their most proud or healthiest children?
Many parents will choose the latter. It is difficult for them to wait for disaster relief funds or help from kind-hearted people. It is either the flesh and blood of one's hand or the flesh of the other, and one has to give up one thing.
Thus, the absurd incident of begging others to buy one's children in the most humble and pious way happened one after another.
Koppal in northeast Mumbai, an area with a high concentration of mosques.
At first, vehicles could still pass normally, but soon the main road turned into a busy street. After cars moved on it for a while, the street turned into an alley again. Cars could only park on the roadside, so Nan Yi and his group abandoned their cars and walked.
The alley is winding and full of people. The further you go along the alley, the further back in time you go. The roar of cars and motorcycles gradually disappears, and the air becomes fresh, without the smell of exhaust fumes that permeates other places.
After walking through an alley with an occasional smell of urine but no other odors, the breath of life soon hits you again: the hawkers' calls along the street, women pounding spices at the doorstep, a group of children singing, another group reciting scriptures, and from time to time you can hear the urgent sound of talking like a quarrel.
Faraqui may not have been here for a long time, or may have never been here. He led Nan Yi and a few others through the maze-like alleys, asking passers-by for directions from time to time.
Fortunately, after passing a corner where a lot of debris was piled up, the scorching sun of Mumbai was locked outside, and the alley became more cramped. The buildings on the side were three or four stories high, and the extensions of the buildings at both ends of the alley added a cover to the alley. Although it looked depressing, it was also cool.
When passing another alley and turning right into another one, the buildings on the side became old and dilapidated, with mottled stone facades, traces of very casual repairs, and debris falling off from time to time.
Above your head, the protruding small balcony and the small balcony opposite are face to face. You can smell each other's breath, and if you stretch forward, you can kiss each other.
Nan Yi would occasionally glance inside the house. The unpainted walls were yellowed, and the wooden stairs creaked as if they would fall apart at any time. The windows of some of the houses had been enlarged, and all kinds of goods were displayed in the houses, including cigarettes, alcohol, candy, various utensils, and even cigarettes.
Walking out of the alley where they had their tryst on the balcony, Nan Yi suddenly saw a clear view. He saw several women carrying clay pots or metal pots on their heads and walking slowly in one direction. Looking in the direction they came from, he saw a faucet on the side of the road where a woman was getting water.
Zizzle, zizzle. When he looked up, Nan Yi saw the crisscrossing wires crawling between the buildings like a spider web. An electrician of unknown level was connecting one wire to another. The zizzling sound was the sparks coming from the wires.
Suddenly, with a snap, the wires that the electrician had just connected were bounced off. The connected wires became very angry and spontaneously ignited without wind, and were about to start a prairie fire in one direction.
The electrician must be very experienced. He climbed down the bamboo ladder calmly, picked up a container filled with water, climbed up again, and poured the water in the container onto the fire.
With a loud bang, the flame on the electric wire was extinguished, and an unpleasant burnt smell instantly hit Nan Yi's nose.
The electrician on the bamboo ladder was too lazy to climb up and down. He hung the water container on his waist, calmly put the wire into his mouth and bit it. He bit off a circle of the plastic on the outside, bent a hook on the end of the wire, and continued to repeat the previous operation.
Nan Yi thought that this electrician could be rated as an eighth-level worker. Not to mention his craftsmanship, just his carefree and relaxed demeanor was something that not everyone could possess.
After sighing for a while, Nan Yi continued to follow Faraqui and turn left and right, strolling in the maze, with his heart also locked in the maze.
As you go deeper into the country, cotton shirts become less common and traditional attire becomes more common, including knee-length gowns with rows of cotton buttons from the neck to the waist, plain or striped belted robes, and a variety of white skullcaps on the head.
Because of the white light above the passers-by's heads, Nan Yi and his group sped up a little, and Nan Yi's gaze also restrained a little, no longer so presumptuous.
These people are devout when chanting scriptures, but extremely ferocious when picking up AK. There is no conflict of interest, so it is better not to provoke their hostility easily.
Turning from the old alley into the new alley again, the buildings in front are still old and the aisles are still narrow. Chickens, sheep, people and dogs are gathered together, forming an empty picture of poverty. The sad expressions on the faces of the people and animals and the meticulous cleanliness of their bodies form a sharp contrast.
The ground was unusually clean, and the smooth stone slabs reflected the empty pockets of every passerby.
The alleys of Mumbai in 1988 were like telescopic fishing rods, each section slimmer and longer than the last. The alleys became increasingly narrow, and when two vehicles crossed each other head-on, one party had to give way first, otherwise traffic jams would occur at any time.
They walked, walked, from the clean alley into another corridor that was getting wider and dirtier. Without Faraqui's reminder, Nan Yi and his group tactfully walked to the side, leaving the middle of the corridor to the rats.
A rat, a huge rat, weighing at least six or seven taels, with red eyes that gave off a creepy glow, and a breath of death emanating from its body.
"I've seen rats like this in the mass grave next to the Khmer Rouge concentration labor camp." The school beauty said quietly.
"Beheading or intelligence reconnaissance?"
"Rescue people. This is a private job the tactical instructor took on."
Nan Yi stared at the mice walking slowly in a line on the ground and unconsciously said, "Oh."
"Boss, go through here. The house in front is the auction house of the slave market." Faraqui said, pointing to a house with red paint on the walls not far ahead.
"Okay, go ahead."
After walking through the rat corridor, we soon arrived at the front door of the red-walled house.
It was impossible to tell what kind of wood the gate was made of. Its surface was painted blood red. A lifelike thorn birds was painted on the joint of the two doors. Below the bird were two lines of English, pure English - The Nest, We are like the thorn birds.
"Bird's Nest, we are like the thorn birds."
Nan Yi chewed silently, thinking of the introduction to The Thorn Birds - Legend has it that there is a bird that sings only once in its life, but its song is more melodious than any other creature in the world; once it leaves its nest to look for a thorn tree, it will not stop until it finds one;
It impales itself on the sharpest and longest thorn, and sings among the dense branches; it rises above its dying agony to outstrip the lark and the nightingale.
A swan song, at the cost of life!
Nan Yi thought that the person who wrote these two lines on the door had either read "The Thorn Birds" or had similar thoughts on life as Colleen McCullough.
Faraqui went forward and knocked on the door, knocking twice quickly, pausing for two or three seconds, then knocking again, and then knocking three more times, closely but clearly audible.
After a while, there was the scraping and clanging of bolts and the sound of metal colliding from behind the door.
Nan Yi's mind unnaturally tried to compare the door bolts he had seen and remembered with the current sound, and then tried to outline the pattern of the door bolt.
It's difficult, listening to the rhythm of metal colliding, the door bolt is most likely inlaid with metal patterns.
The door was opened, and a ray of light sprinkled out from the gap between the doors. It was bright, very bright, and dazzling. Nan Yi couldn't help but blink.
Along with the bright light, a burly figure appeared in the crack of the door. He was very tall, about 1.95 meters, with well-developed chest and abdominal muscles, broad shoulders and a solid waist. His lower body was stable and he must be a good hand in hand-to-hand combat.
The big man glanced at Faraqui, then looked at Nan Yi and the others. With a bang, the door closed quickly, and a string of words that Nan Yi could not understand came out.
"BOSS, the other party is speaking Orisa, which means that they don't welcome tourists here." Faraqui translated for Nan Yi after listening.
Nan Yi didn't say anything, just gave the tiger cub a wink.
The tiger cub nodded, took out 100 rupees from his pocket and stuffed it into the crack of the door.
With a whoosh, the banknotes were pulled in. After a while, the door was opened a crack again, and the burly man inside said a lot of gibberish.
"BOSS, the other party said that we can go in, but only four people at most." Faraqui translated for Nan Yi again.
Nan Yi handed Faraqui two 100-rupee bills and said, "Tell him that we want five people to go in."
If Faraqua wants to act as an interpreter, he must go in. Nan Yi and three bodyguards can form a CQB compact attack formation at any time. If anything happens, they can also break out from inside.
Of course, the possibility of such an accident happening is not very high. Faraqui said that people here are very disciplined in doing business.
Faraqui took the money, whispered a few words to the strong man, and quickly reached a deal.
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