"Faraqua, what made you think of doing this?"
"Boss, Ming and I had a very good relationship when we worked together at the headquarters. He knew that the weather in India is quite hot, so he sent me this cooling oil. After I used it, I found that this thing is really useful for us Indians."
“Do you know what it’s made of?”
"Menthol, menthol oil, camphor, camphor oil, eucalyptus oil, clove oil, cinnamon oil."
Nan Yi stroked his chin and said, "The main areas where mint is grown are Anhui Province and Jiangsu Province, concentrated in a few counties; camphor wood is widely distributed, and can be seen in many areas of China, but only a few trees can be seen, and the only place with a real scale is Taiyuan;
Eucalyptus oil is extracted from eucalyptus globulus, which is mainly found in Australia. China also has it, but in small quantities. Clove oil is obtained by steam distilling clove buds. There are a lot of cloves in Faraquay and India, right? "
“Yes, there are a lot of cloves in India, but the main production area is Indonesia.”
"Oh, cinnamon. There is a lot of it in China and Indonesia. There is also some in Nan. The sources of raw materials are quite abundant. It is not easy to get stuck in the throat."
Nan Yi stroked his chin again and fell into painful memories.
In the 1990s, when the menthol market was booming, Nan Yi had experience in growing mint.
Growing mint is very hard work, which is much more delicate than tending to ordinary crops. Mint should be harvested from the bud stage to the peak flowering stage, which happens to be July when the sun is very hot. After the harvest, mint oil needs to be distilled.
During the dog days of summer, the temperature is over 30 degrees Celsius and the heat is unbearable. People have to work by lamplight at night, enduring the scorching fire when boiling the oil and the fumigation of steam when the oil is served. This kind of suffering is not something that ordinary people can endure.
When peppermint oil was sold for two hundred and fifty or two hundred and sixty yuan per pound, people could endure this suffering for the sake of money. However, this high price only lasted for one season. After that, as you can imagine, everyone rushed to buy it again. Peppermint oil suddenly went from being in short supply to being in oversupply, and the price was manipulated by capital at will, dropping by seven times.
After the recollection, Nan Yi opened the notebook on the table and wrote the four words "Huaguo Shenyou" on it. He then drew a small bracket behind it and wrote the three words "Chinese patent medicine" in it. Then he started a new line and wrote the seven-word English translation.
He tore off the paper and handed it to Faraqui. "The cooling oil has no patent, and the production process is not complicated. We can start production by buying some production equipment. I have three requirements: First, establish a joint venture with Shengchen Pharmaceutical in Beijing, China, and establish a joint venture factory independent of Glory Peacock;
Second, raw materials should be imported from China as much as possible. At the same time, we should find farmers in India to cooperate in growing mint and establish a stable source of raw materials;
3. Our product will use this name, and the packaging design will be mainly in red tones.
I believe you have a good idea of ​​the potential market for this product without me having to explain it to you. Since you came up with this idea, you can subscribe for 15% of the shares in addition to the management shares, and the new factory will be a three-party cooperation."
Mint was planted in large numbers in China, but also abandoned in large numbers. It only took a few years for China to go from being the largest mint producing country to almost disappearing. Nan Yi remembers that India later became a major mint producing country, accounting for more than 90% of the world's production.
Yes, growing mint is too painful, so only Indian farmers with relatively average cost and hard-working spirit are suitable to grow it year after year. It is not cost-effective to plant it in other places.
"Thank you, Boss." Faraqua said excitedly.
"You're welcome. Huaguo Magic Oil can't be sold at a very high price. The profit is very limited. I'll give you a month to complete more than 90% of the preliminary work. Then you can focus on the shareholding of Sun Pharmaceuticals and Ranbaxy Laboratories."
Nan Yi said, and pulled over a notebook and wrote down a few contact details on it, "Chengsheng Pharmaceutical is a state-owned enterprise, and I am the nominal person in charge, so the idea of ​​producing Huaguo Shen Oil must be mine, and the joint venture was also my idea;
另外，合资的谈判上，我们，更多的是你个人，需要牺牲一点利益，让生尘药业获得更多的好处，你没问题吧？”
"No problem, I'll follow the boss's orders."
"Yes." Nan Yi nodded. "Call this phone this afternoon and contact a lady named Miss Leng. She is the actual person in charge of Shengchen Pharmaceuticals. You can discuss the specific matters with her. I will call her later and explain what needs to be explained in advance."
"clear."
"You go and do your work first. You can call me if you have anything less important in the future. You don't have to come here."
"Yes, Boss, I'll leave first."
After Faraqui left, the temperature immediately rose several degrees. Nan Yi couldn't sit still outside anymore, so he went into the study, closed the door, half-opened the window, and turned on the air conditioner.
Faraqui mentioned the cooling oil, which made Nan Yi's thoughts diverge.
Not only cooling oil has a market in India, but ice cubes and water-cooled fans also have broad market prospects in India.
The profit from ice cubes is not very high, it can be said to be a small profit, but it can be linked to the Dabbawala Plan and the Dharavi Plan to feed more workers and thus gain more votes.
As for water cooling fans, are there such products on the market now?
Whether it exists or not, this thing does not have much technical content. A few high school physics enthusiasts can figure it out. The key is to form product thinking.
What's more, a "straw air conditioner" has been invented by amateur scientists in India. In fact, its principle is the same as that of a water-cooled fan. It also blows out water-cooled air through fan blades. As long as the straw is replaced with more industrialized materials, an energy-saving air conditioner unique to India can make its debut.
I just don’t know whether India will buy into the patriotic marketing.
"Adam, Adam."
"Here."
Bang! The door of the study was pushed open and Sophie Marceau, sweating all over her forehead, rushed in from outside.
"Great, you have air conditioning here."
Sophie Marceau walked excitedly to the air conditioner, reached out to test the wind direction, and found that the wind was blowing upwards. She picked up the remote control from the desk and pressed it, turning the air outlet downwards. She took off her T-shirt and stood under the air outlet to enjoy the cold wind .
“Very comfortable.”
"Why not wear underwear?" Nan Yi frowned as he looked at Sophie Marceau.
“不想被束缚。”
Such a powerful reason, Nan Yi was speechless.
"Just blow it for a while. It's not good to blow it for too long." After the reminder, Nan Yi turned on the computer and waited for a while until the Windows 2.1 desktop opened. He took out a floppy disk and stuffed it into the computer case. He put his hands on the keyboard and there was a crackling sound.
"Adam, what are you doing?" Sophie Marceau said, glancing at the computer screen.
"Write a simple calculation program that executes in batches."
“Can you write programs?”
"Quick Basic is a general instruction code for beginners. As long as you know English and are not a moron, you can learn it in two days at most.
IF, THEN, ELSE, ELSEIF, ENDIF, SELECT, CASE, WHILE, WHEN, FOR, NEXT, LOOP, there are only a few words in total, and the same as in junior high school...
No, it's more like the simple math formulas you learn in French high school. Just remember a few formulas and apply them over and over again. It's not as hard as you say numbers."
“Is it easy?”
“It’s very simple, but of course, you need to study hard.”
"Ah." Sophie Marceau no longer had any interest in asking further questions. "Shall we go out and play in the afternoon?"
"Is Marion still awake?"
"It's okay, just wake her up later."
"Well, it's a bit hot and stuffy at noon, so we'll go out at two o'clock in the afternoon." Nan Yi replied without raising his head, pressed the TAB key, moved the cursor down two spaces, and pressed the Enter key.
The printer made a clicking sound, and then started printing with a hissing sound.
After printing out a copy, Nan Yi filled in a few numbers in the blank space reserved in advance, and then took out a private seal and stamped it on the lower right corner.
"Flats, come and help."
Sophie Marceau walked to the desk and said, "How can I help?"
Nan Yi pointed to a place on the paper and said, "This is the pay slip. We are going to pay the servants in the villa today. This number is the salary. Fold the paper along the dotted line into the shape of an envelope, and then put the matching number plus 20 rupees in cash in it."
“Why the extra 20 rupees?”
"The unconventional high temperature allowance is not reflected in the payroll."
Sophie Marceau took the printed paper, folded it, and asked, "Why don't you give this job to someone else?"
"I have my own intentions. I put it here." Nan Yi took out a stack of rupees from the drawer and placed it in front of Sophie Marceau. "Be careful, don't make a mistake with the amount."
"Won't."
Nan Yi and Sophie Marceau worked together and finished the salary envelopes in half an hour.
"Put on your clothes and come with me to collect the wages."
Taking Sophie Marceau with him, Nan Yi found Divaman, whispered to him for a while, and asked him to ask the workers to come in batches to collect their wages.
In the hall, following Divaman's instructions, Nan Yi handed corresponding envelopes to each servant, and told them tirelessly, "If there are any mistakes in the salary figures, come to him at any time." He also gave each person a word of encouragement, saying "thank you for your hard work", and also repeatedly told the servants about the existence of the "20 rupees high temperature subsidy."
Of course, Divaman also translated sentence by sentence, over and over again.
Nan Yi would also greet the families of several servants who performed well at work.
Nan Yi would of course not memorize the family information of the servants under normal circumstances. He just asked Divaman about these and wanted to use them now to show his friendliness.
Obviously, the servants liked this and Nan Yi's hard work was not in vain.
…
After spending two days in Mumbai with Sophie Marceau and Marion, Nan Yi and his party went to Varanasi.
Nan Yi did not enjoy the trip well after staying in India for a month. He did not visit any of the tourist attractions in India. He made up for it by entertaining guests this time.
In the eyes of Hinduism and Buddhism in India, the Ganges is not only the mother river, but also a sacred waterway leading to heaven.
It is a blessing to come to Varanasi once in a lifetime, drink a sip of Ganges water and bathe in the Ganges. When many elderly people sense their destiny, they will slowly walk to Varanasi. The rich ones will stay in hotels, while the poor ones will set up tents on the embankment of the Ganges or sleep in the open air, hoping that their ashes will be scattered in the Ganges after their lives.
Although the train has first-class cabins and first-class tickets, the environment is completely different from the Indian trains that most people know. But no matter how good the environment is, the speed is still slow. Mumbai to Varanasi is more than 1,500 kilometers, and a journey of more than a day is not so easy to endure.
So, Nan Yi dissuaded the two girls who wanted to take the train to Varanasi and took a plane with them.
After leaving Varanasi airport, the two girls' good mood suddenly disappeared. The ancient streets, mottled walls, broken stone doors, pedestrians, tuk-tuks, horse-drawn carriages, donkey carts, camel carts, cows, sheep, pigs, dogs, monkeys, and vendors crowded the streets. The dilapidated houses, cow dung and garbage everywhere, the scene was no better than the Dharavi slum.
After entering the city from the airport, Nan Yi and his group changed from taking a taxi to walking. They were immersed in all kinds of Varanasi.
Turning from the main street into a not-so-narrow alley, the smell of urine mixed with ammonia assaulted everyone's noses. Someone was peeing on the wall by the roadside, and the urine stains on the wall were thicker than honey.
Marion excitedly raised her camera and wanted to take a picture of someone peeing, but Nan Yi waved his hand to stop her, "You should stand over there and take the picture of the fruit and grocery stands next door. The effect will be more shocking."
Marion glanced at the nearby stalls, nodded in agreement, and raised her camera to change the shooting angle.
Click, click, Marion took several pictures. Just as she was about to put the camera away, a monkey jumped to her side, snatched the camera, ran a few steps using all three limbs, then stopped and looked at Marion with a sneer.
"My camera." Marion shouted in the direction of the monkey, and then said to Nan Yi: "Adam, what should I do?"
"It's easy. This monkey is obviously kidnapping. Just redeem it with a few bananas as ransom."
Nan Yi said this, looked around, walked to a stall selling bananas, exchanged a few words with a vendor, and bought a few bananas.
Varanasi is a tourist city. Businessmen who need to deal with tourists can speak some simple English, so there will be no problem in communication to complete transactions. Besides, Nan Yi has seen businessmen whose English level is only enough to understand "How much" and they can still do foreign trade business.
The buyer holds a sample and asks “How much?” The seller asks back “How much?” The buyer presses a number on the calculator, the seller takes a look and also presses a number on the calculator. The buyer nods if he agrees, waves his hand if he disagrees and presses a new number on the calculator. The two sides go back and forth until the number on the calculator is acceptable to both parties.
Nan Yi walked towards the monkey with the banana in his hand. Halfway there, he shook the banana in his hand. Seeing that the monkey didn't move, he continued walking forward and stood still one meter away from the monkey.
Nan Yi pointed at the camera in the monkey's hand, then pointed at the banana in his own hand. Seeing the monkey's eyes fixed on the banana, he stretched forward the hand holding the banana.
The monkey didn't even try, it just stretched out its paw to grab the banana, then stretched out the paw holding the camera forward. Before Nan Yi grabbed the camera, it let go and used all three limbs to run away for a distance.
Fortunately, Nan Yi had practiced before, and he caught the camera before it fell to the ground.
"Damn monkey, so clever."
After complaining, Nan Yi walked back to Marion with the camera and handed it back to her, "Be careful, don't let the monkeys rob you again. The next one might not be a kidnapping."
Before coming to Varanasi, Nan Yi had already prepared a travel guide and knew that this was a city where people and animals coexisted in harmony, although the environment was a bit dirty.
Marion thanked him and immediately picked up the camera to take a few close-up photos of the kidnapper.
"Adam, this place is very interesting, look there," said Sophie Marceau, pointing to a stall.
Nan Yi looked in the direction of the sound and saw two monkeys working together to steal bananas from a stall, but they were discovered by the alert vendor, who drove the two monkeys away with a stick.
While the vendor's attention was on the monkey, a stray dog ​​waiting nearby seized the opportunity, grabbed one of the vendor's flying cakes and ran away.
The vendor who had chased the monkey away saw that his lunch was gone, and he stomped his feet in frustration. He swung his stick at the fat pig that was approaching with its nose sticking. The fat pig squealed twice, left the vendor's attack range, and went to another direction to stick its nose sticking.
With a plop, a piece of dried pig manure fell from the pig's body into the middle of the road.
Since they had to visit the "Ganges Morning Bath" early the next morning, and the weather was too hot, Nan Yi and his friends strolled on the street for a while and then went straight to the Brijrama Palace Hotel.
Built in the 18th century, the BrijRama Palace is considered one of the oldest buildings in Varanasi. The hotel is located on a private ghat overlooking the Ganges. Just a short walk from the popular Dashashwamedh Ghat, the night festival, it is no exaggeration to say that this is the best hotel on the Ganges.
This hotel has quite a lot of features. There is even a boat ride ceremony for check-in, where you take a boat tour from one bank of the Ganges all the way to the hotel's private river altar. Each guest is also given a string of Buddhist beads as a souvenir.
The environment of the hotel is pretty good, like a low-end version of a palace. There are lounge chairs on the open-air balcony, from which you can see the sunrise and the scenery of the Ganges. The waiters speak fluent English and introduced to Nan Yi and others that the hotel has scheduled afternoon tea and traditional Indian song and dance performances every day, and also provides free night cruises on the Ganges to watch night festivals in the evening.
It’s no wonder that Nan Yi thinks the hotel here is better than the one at the Taj Mahal, as long as he can ignore the annoying aspects of the Ganges.
As soon as they entered the hotel, the two girls took a shower and changed into sari-like dresses provided by the hotel for a fee, and went to the hotel terrace to chat with several other Westerners. Nan Yi did not accompany them there, but just looked at the Ganges for a while from the window of the room and then made a phone call.
Half an hour later, the phone in the room rang. Nan Yi picked it up and listened, then took the school beauties and a few others out.
Outside the hotel, a car was parked on the side of the gate. The school beauty and another bodyguard walked forward and carefully checked the inside and outside of the car, then nodded to Nan Yi.
Nan Yi walked forward and got into the back seat of the car. In the car, Varun Shatish, the president of Shiva Chemical Group, respectfully called Nan Yi "BOSS".
"Information." Nan Yi nodded and said.
Upon hearing the order, Shatish handed Nan Yi a folder.
Nan Yi opened the folder, quickly browsed through it, and then said to Shatish, "DV."
Shatish took out a Sony CCD-V90, turned it on and pointed the observation mirror at Nan Yi.
Nan Yi saw from the camera a man with a rope tied around his neck, his hands tied behind his back, his feet could move, and there was a large piece of ice under the soles of his feet. However, the man's feet were a little distance away from the ice, and he could touch it by standing on tiptoe, but he couldn't put the entire sole of his foot on the ice.
After watching for a while, Nan Yi handed the DV back to Shatish, "Don't leave any obvious scars. We still need him for a while."
"Boss, that's impossible. It's just that Dawan Laheja has found a few helpers..."
“我知道。”
Nan Yi interrupted Shatish from continuing what he was saying, turned around and nodded to the school beauty outside the car.
The school beauty received Nan Yi's hint, twisted her collar, put it to her mouth and said: "Action."
A few kilometers away.
Plan, who was outside a building that looked like a factory, received the order, raised his left hand and waved it forward.
Seeing Plan's actions, a female Dalat soldier standing in front of the window waved the butt of her gun to smash the glass on the window, and another female soldier threw two stun grenades into the building through the gap in the window.
With two bangs, the wooden door of the building was kicked open, and then three female soldiers crouched and entered the building in an attack formation.
Puff, puff, puff!
The female soldier was holding an AK-74U equipped with a silencer, calling out the names of the targets in the building one by one.
"Clear."
"Control."
"Owl, have you disturbed the jungle?" Plan asked into the intercom.
On a high point two hundred meters away from the building, a female soldier in charge of keeping watch replied into the intercom: "It's calm, Over."
"Keep monitoring, we need five minutes and thirty seconds."
"GOT."
After putting down the intercom, Plan waved his hand and said, "Clean up the battlefield. Countdown in three minutes."
At Plan's command, the other female soldiers started moving. Some were looking for bullets, some were looking for eggshells, and they used their sabers to destroy the holes where the bullets had been shot.
After cleaning the battlefield, the bodies were put into body bags and carried into the van parked outside. The female soldiers then took off their equipment and changed into saris, leaving only Puran and another female soldier in the car while the others dispersed.
"Walk."
The female soldier started the car and drove to a more secluded place by the Ganges.
By the Ganges River, six piles of firewood for cremating corpses had been piled up, and several cremators were waiting boredly.
When the van driven by Puran and his companion arrived at the bank of the Ganges, a female soldier with a headscarf covering her face got out of the van, walked to the side of several people cremating corpses, and handed a small bag to one of them.
The corpse burner opened the package and took a look, then nodded to the others.
Several cremators walked silently to the front of the van without saying a word, lifted four bodies out of the van, and placed them on the pile of firewood. One of the cremators took out a gasoline barrel and poured it on the four piles of firewood. Then he lit a cigarette, took a few puffs silently, and flicked the cigarette onto the pile of firewood in a cool manner.
"Uh...why didn't it light up?" Brother Xiaosha asked in surprise.
Another person who looked like the leader of the corpse burners walked up to Xiaosa and gave him a big bag. "I'll show you a Bollywood movie. Can gasoline be ignited so easily?"
The leader lit a cigarette for himself, took two puffs and flicked it into the firewood pile, which was ignited in an instant. "See? Learn more. Gasoline cannot be ignited if it does not evaporate."
Puran watched this farce quietly not far away. She needed to see the body being burned to ashes with her own eyes, and also to scatter the ashes into the Ganges with her own hands.
"VIP, Phoenix Rising from Fire."
The school beauty put down the fingers that were pressing on her ears and nodded to Nan Yi in the car.
"In the spring of 1982, Dawan Lahja was still a very obedient young man. He was the nominal chairman of Shiva Chemicals Group. We guaranteed him wealth and glory. We had been cooperating happily over the years, and he was happy to be his puppet. Shatish, tell me, how did his ambition grow?"
"Sorry, Boss, it's my mistake. I didn't pay enough attention to Lahja's movements." Shatish said fearfully.
"Oh, I want to know how his ambition came about and the process of his psychological changes. I want to know everything. I will only give you half a month. If you can't give me an answer after half a month, I will move you to another place and you will have to start all over again from the bottom."
Shatish promised solemnly: "Boss, I will definitely give you the answer."
Nan Yi patted Shatish's shoulder, gave him a look that showed he understood, and without saying anything, he opened the door and got out of the car.
"School Beauty, transfer two people from Ghost to work with Shatish. He can manage the company, but not so good at other things. Also, find a replacement for Dawan Lahja. People are greedy. They provide him with good food and drink, but he even wants the group's assets."
“Nansheng, how about Dawan Raheja selling his assets and settling abroad?”
"The specific plan will be discussed later. The group will make a big move soon. Dawan Raheja cannot be moved for two to three years."
"yes."
In the afternoon, the two girls stayed in the hotel chatting and drinking with several other Western tourists. In the evening, Nan Yi and the other two strolled around the streets of Varanasi. Since they had to get up early the next day, the three of them went to bed early.
the next day.
After running back and forth along the Ganges, Nan Yi went back to the hotel to wake up the two women. After breakfast, the three of them were led by Plan to the bank of the Ganges. Plan had been here before and could serve as a guide.
The hotel was not far from the pier of the Ganges River, and they arrived at the pier in just a few minutes.
On the pier, some were washing clothes, some were scooping water and putting it into their mouths and heads, some were diving into the water and then surfacing to wash their teeth with their fingers. There was not much space between them.
"Pu Lan, are there many people here today?"
"Boss, there are not many people here today. If it is a holy day or Buddha's birthday, all the temples here will be open for free. At that time, they will be overcrowded and those who can't stay will just live on the street. There will be a lot of people during the Tenth Day, and many people will be lying on the embankment."
"Plan, why are there so few houses on the other side, only a few thatched houses here and there?" asked Marion, who was looking around with a camera.
"I can answer this question for you. The sun is a sacred existence in many religions, including Hinduism and Buddhism. I think believers will definitely worship in the direction of the rising sun when bathing. You can see that the buildings here are the same. They face west and east. The whole city develops in only one direction. Puran, am I right?"
"Boss, you are right, that's the reason." Pulan replied, and pointed to the southeast and said, "Boss, ladies, look at those old people, they are here to wait for the moment of death.
The reason why they sleep on the embankment is, firstly, because they have no money to stay in a hotel, and secondly, because according to the local customs, anyone who dies on the bank of the Ganges will be cremated for free, and their ashes will be scattered into the Ganges.
If they had not died on the embankment, their bodies would have been hastily collected by the night watchmen and might have been sent to a place where corpses were stored, or they might have been thrown into the Ganges at random.
Therefore, these old people will not leave the embankment for a moment, and will eat and sleep on the shore every day, just waiting for the moment of death to come."
After listening to Plan, Sophie Marceau asked curiously: "They will eat and live on the shore, so how do they solve the problem of excretion?"
Eat meat with wolves and eat shit with dogs. After spending a long time with Nan Yi, Sophie Marceau's perspective on things has become more and more distorted.
"Sophie, it's better not to ask such a sharp question. You won't like the answer."
"Okay, I won't ask."
Sophie Marceau spread her hands.
Nan Yi had been to that area in the morning. Not only did he have a clear nose, but he also had to be careful with his feet as he might step on booby traps or chain mines at any time.
Marion took a camera and took pictures of the people on the pier. Nan Yi listened to the clicks and imagined the scenes she captured in his mind. This one should be the shirtless, trembling man wearing only shorts; this one should be the young woman in a sari; this one should be the old man worshiping the rising sun.
After listening attentively for a while, Nan Yi turned his gaze to the side where the dying elderly people were gathered.
A policeman was poking an old man lying on the river bank with a wooden stick. He poked and knocked him, but the old man didn't move at all. It was obvious that he was dead, either last night or this morning.
Nan Yi looked around and found that the people who were paying attention to that place like him were all tourists, while the locals seemed to be accustomed to it.
Soon, the police called two cremators over, and the two dragged the old man's body to the government cremation pit not far away.
"Boss, if you have a little money, no one would be willing to go to that cremation pit." Pulan pointed in another direction, "That cremation pit over there is the choice of the rich."
Nan Yi looked at the cremation pit that Pulan pointed out and found that the pit was close to the river surface and half of it was submerged in water. Boats full of wood were moored next to the pit. On the side of the boat, colorfully wrapped corpses were lined up in an orderly manner.
It was very orderly and no one jumped up to cut in line. If Lin Zhengying came here , he would probably starve to death.
Boom! A pile of firewood was ignited. After only a moment's time, bursts of fragrance wafted into the air. The cremator added spoonfuls of spiced oil into the pile of firewood, adding several other aromas to the previous fragrance.
The cremation pit is like a large projection screen with no blind spots. Everyone can see the scene. Tourists also regard it as a landscape on the banks of the Ganges and look at it with eager eyes.
The two women looked at each other, gestured with their hands in front of their chests, and muttered something.
Nan Yi took a glance and did not remind them. Their piety might be a blasphemy to the dead.
After all, beliefs are different!
With a cry of surprise, Nan Yi retracted his gaze and looked towards the source of the sound. In front of the pier, a dead cow floated to the shore. Several wild dogs barked a few times in the water. Two of them jumped into the water, bit the dead cow and tried their best to drag it to the shore.
With a splash, two giant catfish shot out of the water into the air under the cow's belly, bared their teeth at the dogs, and then fell back into the water.
Nan Yi picked up the telescope and looked under the cow's belly, and found that the internal organs had disappeared.
On the river bank, the remaining wild dogs became more ferocious and barked at the catfish.
There is enough delicious food to satisfy your hunger for several days, and you must fight for it even at the risk of your life, and there is no possibility of giving up.
On the river surface, several more Gangetic turtles showed their heads, glanced at the catfish and wild dogs, and spit out foam, as if to say, "You two idiots, fight as hard as you can. I've had enough beef, so today I want to try catfish stewed with wild dogs."
"vomit……"
Sophie Marceau supported Nan Yi and made a dry heaving sound.
“Ugh, ugh…”
After two more dry heaves, Sophie Marceau spat out a ball of clear saliva.
Nan Yi turned around, held Sophie Marceau with one hand and gently stroked her back with the other hand.
"Ugh...Adam, I regret coming here."
"Haha, you'll get used to it after vomiting." Nan Yi stroked it gently with his hand and said teasingly.
"Asshole, you still want to laugh at me."