There is often a local king in the local states of India. They are basically descendants of the rulers of the land where the state was originally located. Even in today's era of unified India, they still have great power in the local state.
The wind can come in, the rain can come in , but New Delhi’s policies cannot come in.
They will implement any policy that is beneficial to the local king, but they will often pretend to obey any policy that is not beneficial to the local king, making it difficult to implement the policy locally.
The local officials seem to be appointed by the central government in New Delhi, but in fact, if they want to gain a foothold in the local area, they cannot do without the support of the local king. If the local king is unhappy, the position of the official will be unstable.
Other states often have big local kings, but there are none in Uttar Pradesh where Varanasi is located. The local kings here have all moved down to more remote places.
This is closely related to Uttar Pradesh's geographical location and complex history. In the divided ancient India era, Uttar Pradesh has always been at a strategic point. Whether it is the South fighting the North or the North fighting the South, the battlefield can easily be opened up in Uttar Pradesh, and an offensive and defensive war can be fought around the Ganges.
Whenever separatist forces emerge in Uttar Pradesh, they will be beaten by the north and south together. Therefore, the forces emerging in Uttar Pradesh will often migrate towards Delhi very quickly, and they will not be able to develop at all if they are based in strategic locations.
Precisely because Uttar Pradesh is a strategic location, the dynasties of ancient India all tacitly adopted a strategy of dividing power in the Uttar Pradesh region.
During the Mughal period, the entire Uttar Pradesh was divided into three layers of mandalas [which can be understood as spheres of influence]. The first layer, the Upper Inter-River Land, was directly governed by the central government. The second layer, the Middle Inter-River Land, the Lower Inter-River Land and the Oudh region, became the jagir territories of military generals during Akbar's reform of the land tax system, which gave rise to the later tax farmer system of Zamindar. Rohilkhand was also "rewarded" by Aurangzeb to be inhabited by foreign Afghan mercenaries.
The third level is the territories of Hindu or Indian "Mughal White Hat" princely states. After they surrendered to the Mughals and expressed their loyalty, their original territories were used as their own jagirs [military fiefs, which can be understood as fiefs that are obliged to provide an army for the court].
The current political and economic divisions of Uttar Pradesh are actually not much different from what they were then, as can be seen from the stability of the distribution of cities from the 16th century to the present.
For the divided ancient India, Uttar Pradesh was a strategic hub. For the current unified India, Uttar Pradesh is the world's granary and a political hub. Uttar Pradesh has a large population and holds many votes. Whoever wins the Uttar Pradesh vote bank will have a secure spot in the top match.
Wang Chongyang, the middle master, is firmly in first place, while the rest will compete for second place.
To a certain extent, Uttar Pradesh controls the political landscape of India. So what if the southern states are rich? We in Uttar Pradesh will just send someone to slap you in the face.
If there is a good countermeasure from below, the policy will be issued from above. Uttar Pradesh has a large population and gives birth to babies quickly. The population grows exponentially every year. As time goes by, the election will tend to be a single-player game instead of a LAN game in Uttar Pradesh.
When the southern state saw that the situation was not right, it came up with an idea - to freeze the parliamentary seats and constituencies. Simply put, it was to freeze the number of votes. No matter how much the population of Uttar Pradesh grew, the number of votes would remain fixed.
This happened in 1976. Since then, Uttar Pradesh, which was hit hard, has gone home to play with itself. However, because the freeze period in India has a time limit [unfreeze in 2026], the political parties in India have been unwaveringly working to achieve the goal of dismantling Uttar Pradesh on the surface, but behind the scenes, they have turned a blind eye to the internal contradictions in Uttar Pradesh.
Uttar Pradesh has no common history, no common social structure, no unified rules and governance framework, but rather long-standing political and cultural divisions, communal fragmentation, and long-term economic and governance lags.
All these have resulted in not only a lack of development for Uttar Pradesh, but also an inability to form a political community at the state level due to the lack of underlying political logic and ideological anchors.
A politically divided Uttar Pradesh is very beneficial to the rising national parties, but in the 12 years since 1976, no chief minister of Uttar Pradesh has been able to complete his five-year term peacefully.
Because these highest officials do not represent the interests of the indigenous people of Uttar Pradesh, the policies they promulgate and implement often harm the interests of the vested interest groups in Uttar Pradesh.
The political turmoil has caused strong anxiety among the landlords in Uttar Pradesh. They will not cultivate their own land themselves, nor will they increase investment in agriculture. Instead, they directly rent out the land to tenants, collect high rents, and engage in usury business on their own land.
Tenants cannot create any added value from the rented land other than filling their stomachs, nor do they have the funds to purchase production tools, irrigation equipment, seeds, and fertilizers. They also have no funds for high-end consumption such as medical treatment and children's education. At the end of the year, it is impossible for them to have even a penny left in their pockets.
When they needed money, they could only borrow from the landlord, and then they would fall into the vicious circle of compound interest, being deeply trapped and unable to escape.
In all conscience, the lending activities of landlords in Uttar Pradesh should not be classified as "usury". The interest they charge is actually very low, much lower than the bank loan interest.
But the tenants’ lives are really miserable. Not to mention the interest, even if part of the principal is reduced, they still cannot pay it back.
This situation is like a "good man" lending money to a patient with "rich disease" for medical treatment. He lends 10,000 yuan and charges 1% interest a year. This interest is not much at all, but in contrast to the patient's inability to engage in production, unable to create benefits, and living a miserable life, the good man becomes a loan shark.
Some good-hearted people will even come out to criticize the "loan sharks". "How can this be? People are in such a difficult situation, can't you waive the interest, can't you waive even the principal? If my son didn't want to buy a villa, if I didn't want to go to Macau, I would definitely donate a large sum..."
Because there are too many people who are good-hearted, banks, which are disadvantaged groups, dare not lend money to these "poor people". They can only bleed in silence and bite their teeth until they break. They may be kind-hearted in their hearts, but they must ruthlessly reject the loan applications of the poor people on the surface, saying, "Sorry, you do not meet the loan application requirements of our bank."
Bankers dare not to mess with the big talkers. For their own survival, they can only beg for help and lend money to those who are not short of money.
Not being short of money means happiness. A happy person spends a little more without showing off. Banks will not be criticized when dealing with them.
It is also for this reason that the business strategy of the Southern Bank system has always been to absorb as many deposit users as possible and to selectively deal with happy loan users.
Landlords in Uttar Pradesh often move their land to economic centers or towns after subletting it, converting their wealth into luxury goods or more profitable business and financial investments.
Ordinary tenants are exploited and oppressed by heavy debts, living in fear of their leases, property rights and income being unsecured every day. They will not and are not eligible to increase their investment in the land.
The lack of confidence among tenants in the security of property rights and the “absentee” nature of landlords have led to a long-term lack of incentive systems for basic agricultural inputs in the fertile alluvial plains of Uttar Pradesh.
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The scenery along the Ganges made Sophie Marceau feel uncomfortable, so Nan Yi consciously avoided the Ganges for the rest of the journey. At Plan's suggestion, the group went to the small town of Pilikotti.
The small town of Pilikotti is a textile town. The handmade Banarasi silk saris produced here have intricate patterns and unique imagery. The bright silk is inlaid with a large number of gold and silver embroidery flowers, which are the objects of people's pursuit.
When the wedding season comes, this kind of handmade sari is even more popular in the eyes of brides. An exquisite sari can make her stand out from the crowd.
Nan Adams Smith once said a famous saying: "There is always a piece of clothing missing in a woman's wardrobe."
All beautiful women like beautiful clothes. Walking on the narrow paths of Pilikotti, listening to the crisp sound of looms echoing in the town, most of the residents of Pilikotti, located in the northeast of Varanasi, are textile workers, and almost every household has a textile loom.
Handlooms swirl with magenta threads, where beautiful saris are about to be made. The weavers’ hands move back and forth in a methodical rhythm, season after season, and the song of India’s laborers echoes between the crumbling red brick huts, passed down from generation to generation.
In the dimly lit, hazy vision and suffocatingly hot workshops, magenta and bright gold collide and splash, interweaving horizontally and vertically, and an old wooden handloom continuously spits out exquisite handmade silk that is ingeniously crafted.
As the production cost of modern textile machinery has been reduced and the efficiency has been greatly improved, the hand-woven textile industry has been impacted and a wake-up call has been sounded for hand-woven textile operators. If they want to survive, they need to seek change, such as expanding their customer base.
Nowadays, the main consumer group of Banarasi silk in Pilikotei has gradually shifted from local Indian customers to foreign tourists. Therefore, although this is a gathering place for Mubaimao, it is not closed and the residents warmly welcome every tourist to visit.
In a workshop, Nan Yi and several others were watching textile workers Ali and his son working, while chatting with the son Ranzan Ali.
Ranjan Ali is not afraid of strangers and is very talkative.
"My grandfather and my grandfather's grandfather were both weavers. I was born and raised here, and I am destined to be a weaver." Lanzan Ali crossed his legs and kept pulling the silk threads. "I studied at a vocational high school for weaving, but it's still not easy to find a job outside. I mean, I can't find a better job than a weaver."
Ranjan Ali's English has a strong curry accent, but it did not prevent Nan Yi and others from understanding it.
"Lan Zan, have you ever thought about expanding your workshop?" Nan Yi asked when he heard Lan Zan Ali speak very logically.
"I have thought about it, but it's useless to think about it. Two hundred years ago, India's imitation trade was inseparable from the caste system. Most of the textile workers were from Mubaimao. Sons inherited their father's business, and from grandfather to grandson, the artistic skills were passed down from generation to generation.
If we want to expand the workshop, we need to recruit weavers, which is difficult. Although we don’t earn much, we don’t have to worry about work. A sari takes about a month to make, and the weavers here can take on the job of making more than ten saris a year.
Also, I don’t have the ability to get a large number of stable and profitable orders.”
"Lan Zan, you don't necessarily need to be able to do all the work yourself to run your business. The world has entered an era of global collaboration. You can be responsible for production and leave the sales work to your partners."
"Sir, you don't know enough about India. I have heard what you said, but it is difficult to do this in India." Ranjan Ali said with a wry smile.
"Adam, you can call me Adam. I haven't been in India for very long, so I don't know much about it. But I think there are some things you have to try first. Without affecting your own livelihood, you can take some time to try to find partners."
"Can I?" Ranjan Ali asked uncertainly.
"Try it. There's nothing you can't do when you're young." Nan Yi encouraged her again, then turned to Sophie Marceau and asked, "Have you finished designing your masterpiece?"
Sophie Marceau pushed her drawing paper between the two of them and said, "Adam, look, I want to draw a few butterflies here, but I can't draw them well. I'll tell you my idea and you can help me draw them."
"I can't draw, not even as well as you. You should talk to Lanzan directly. He can weave beautiful patterns, so drawing must not be a problem for him."
"Yes, Miss, I can draw, you tell me how to draw." Ranjan Ali replied.
Sophie Marceau and Marion both want to order custom clothes in his workshop, and they are very high-end custom clothes. As long as he takes this order, he won't have to worry about orders in the next few months.
"Ah, here, I need a blue butterfly, and here I need a golden butterfly, the kind with a gold border..."
Sophie Marceau expressed her ideas in full, and Ranjan Ali presented the effects on paper one by one according to her ideas.
I have to say that Ranjan Ali's painting skills are quite good. The butterflies he painted are lifelike and look very spiritual.
Sophie Marceau, Marion and Ranjan Ali were communicating. Nan Yi chatted with old Ali through Puran and listened to old Ali telling the history of Banarasi silk.
According to old Ali, the Banarasi sari is named after the city of Varanasi, but the locals call it "Banarasi".
The silk produced here has its own brand, and every stitch and thread is embedded with India's unique history. For sari weavers, sari-wearing women, businessmen and designers, Banarasi saris are something they are proud of.
When and where the silk industry in Varanasi originated remains an unsolved mystery. According to ancient Buddhist and Hindu written records, this city had already become India's cotton spinning base. During the Mughal Empire, Persian textile masters came to India, and after some exchanges and discussions, India's silk textile technology also flourished.
For centuries, the city of Varanasi has been a sacred place for the devout, a stop on the journey for merchants and tourists, and a long-time pilgrim for photographers, writers and skilled craftsmen.
Varanasi's weavers became famous for embellishing their silks with rich gold and silver embroidery, creating intricate designs.
As time goes by, the images on the cloth have also undergone a series of evolutions. Flowers, animals, birds and plants and herbs have each thrived on Banarasi saris, and geometric patterns are also a popular design for handmade saris.
To weave a superior Banarasi sari, one needs master-level skills, artistic aesthetics and patience. The weaver sits in front of the loom and concentrates on creating a sari for a few weeks or half a year. If the pattern is complex, it will be an even more time-consuming job.
Under normal circumstances, Lao Ali and Lanzan have to sit in front of the textile machines for 15 hours a day. If the customer needs it urgently and is willing to increase the wages, they are happy to work overtime and increase the working hours of coal to 17, or even 18 or 19 hours.
Holding the shuttle and threading the silk thread, she shuttles back and forth between the rows of woven threads.
"In India, you won't find any place with such a large textile scale. And in the world, you won't find any workshop that can create such amazing works," said old Ali proudly.
Although the textile industry did not make the Ali family rich, it allowed them to live a life without worries about food and clothing.
The birth of each sari comes from the overlap of the warp and weft of the yarn. The weaving technique of Banarasi sari is very special. The craftsman will add a bundle of silk thread, shuttle between the horizontal and vertical, weave the pattern into the cloth, and create exquisite images as decoration.
"These patterns are very delicate and must be done by hand. We have to stare at the embroidery and be meticulous," said old Ali. "Slow work produces fine work. This job is not something that everyone can do. It requires special skills. We in the Ali family have our own unique skills."
Nan Yi did not ask what special skills Ali had, nor did he ask Ali to demonstrate them excessively. He just asked one question - electric textile machines are gradually replacing manual looms. What impact does this have on you?
"With an electric loom, you just press the switch and it starts humming and working automatically, and you just have to watch. With a hand loom, we have to keep working on it."
Old Ali said, his eyes full of confusion and worry. He turned to look at Lan Zan, then turned back to look at Nan Yi and said, "I'm saving money. As long as I save for another seven or eight years, I'll have enough money to buy an automatic loom. Lan Zan has grown up. With an automatic loom, Lan Zan can marry a few more wives and have more children, and the Ali family will become stronger."
After envisioning a beautiful scene where a row of daughters-in-law call him father-in-law, old Ali sighed and said, "There are very few young people today who are willing to pick up the shuttle. The younger generation grew up watching electric looms, and they have no idea how manual looms work.
Yet, these hand-made tools are still in many people’s homes, passed down from generation to generation, and we continue this tradition.”
"If you want to weave fine silk, I think hand looms are better. Complex patterns and constant switching of silk threads are not something that electric looms can accomplish. Moreover, I think this is an art and cannot be classified as an industrial product."
Nan Yi put forward his own views, which were half true and half false, with the purpose of comforting.
"I am not so optimistic. Electric looms are becoming more and more sophisticated. They can also weave complex fabrics. Hand-woven fabrics will definitely become less and less popular. There will always be a day when we will have no way to survive. This day will not come today, but it will definitely be in the near future."
"Maybe." Nan Yi said thoughtfully, "You continue to be busy, I won't disturb you."
Nan Yi winked at Plan and took her out of the workshop.
“Do you know who is the biggest underground leader in Varanasi?”
“Don.”
"Don? Tang? Related to the Mafia?"
"Probably not. I heard a rumor that Don really likes Marlon Brando and his movie The Godfather."
"This Tang is not very old?"
"Not too old, probably no more than thirty-five."
"What's your personality like?"
"Boss, I'm not too sure. I'm not very familiar with Varanasi," said Plan.
"It's ok, is your butt clean?"
"It was very clean. The team member responsible for cleaning it has already returned to Mumbai."
“There are 160 Dalit women soldiers now, right?”
"There are 165 people in total, and 90 of them were transferred by the company to Madagascar to protect the rosewood logging team there."
"Yes, I know this. We will select seven people from the remaining personnel, leave Luban Wood Industry, and form the most capable and reliable team. We will call it the Pilgrim Team and transfer them to Varanasi. We will set up a safe house here. We will make a big move here."
"clear."
"Adam."
Sophie Marceau walked out of the workshop and saw Nan Yi and Plan talking. She didn't go up to them, but shouted from a distance.
"Have you finished talking?" Nan Yi heard the call, walked to Sophie Marceau and asked.
"It's already been negotiated. Lanzan said that Marion and I's clothes can be finished in less than three months."
"Oh, then you and Marion are bleeding heavily."
Just now, Nan Yi heard Lan Zan say that it would take half a year to complete the clothes for the two women. Now the time has been shortened by more than half. The wages must be considerable, which made Lan Zan willing to risk his life to do it.
"Yes, Marion and I increased the price so that we could get the clothes faster."
"Well, then let's go back and take a look along the way we came. I wonder if those ascetics have left."
"All right, I'll go get Marion."
Sophie Marceau called Marion, and the three of them returned along the dirt road they had come from.
There are many ascetics wandering around in Varanasi, wearing clothes and attires that seem strange and incomprehensible to others, but in fact they reflect the monks' beliefs.
If we trace back to the origin, this special group of monks, the ascetics, originated from Brahmanism in India. The classical epic "Mahabharata" says that "all the defeated must suffer. Only by suffering can they turn around and defeat their enemies, and finally become the winners, or even become gods."
Therefore, Hindus believe that asceticism is the only way to practice, which can purify their minds and eliminate all worldly desires.
Asceticism is rooted in deep pessimism about the world and life. As India has evolved from an ancient civilization to today's globalization, like most ancient civilizations, it cannot avoid the conflicts and even ruptures in values ​​brought about by rapid development.
The way they deal with conflicts is not fierce confrontation or extreme assimilation, but rather diverse coexistence. All seemingly contradictory and incompatible things are miraculously healed and unified here. This may be one of the reasons that attract young Westerners to come here to escape from the world.
Here, they can reflect on the civilized society in which they live.
India's deep-rooted caste system is also an important reason for the existence of asceticism. People cannot choose or transcend their own caste. Asceticism is one of the ways for low-caste untouchables to eliminate their humble status. It is also the only way for their miserable lives to be respected by the Brahmin class.
In the Rig Veda, asceticism means "warmth" or "heat", "heat", and is usually understood as the mysterious "heat" obtained through excessive physical exercise and self-torture.
The ancient Indians believed that the world was created due to this heat. When Sakyamuni founded Buddhism in India, the spirit of ascetic practice had already prevailed in the middle and lower reaches of the Ganges.
To this day, there are still some people on the banks of the Ganges who pursue their desired state of survival through asceticism. They stand in the shallow water of the Ganges up to their waists, put their hands together, and whisper prayers to the sun. They are not necessarily ascetics, but they are ascetics.
The original intention of asceticism was to gain divine power, but many ascetic monks have become obsessed with it.
In Varanasi and other ancient cities where Hinduism is prevalent, you can often see ascetics performing some cruel and abnormal ascetic methods, such as lying on cow dung, staring at the sun for a long time, raising one hand for a long time, and not letting one foot touch the ground for the rest of their lives.
Some of them are even more bizarre, hanging iron chains and millstones in mysterious places, or hanging iron buckets on them, or even pulling carts and other exaggerated behaviors. Through all kinds of farce-like behaviors, they show the supernatural powers gained from ascetic practice. This kind of crazy ascetic monks have a special name - Sadhu.
The Sadhus are a group of special ascetics. Their extreme practice method has become a special "performance" in the eyes of tourists. In fact, more and more ascetics have already regarded this as a way of making a living. They publicly display their practice in the streets and alleys. After winning the admiration of tourists, they will smile experiencedly and ask for money to build their own golden bodies.
Each of them cooperated very well with Marion in taking pictures, and even made some exaggerated poses, such as holding up his two-meter-long "hair" which was covered with yellow fuel and braided into small braids, and showing his warm smile to the camera.
After the photo was taken, Sadhu smiled even more warmly, raised a finger, and said in very pious and standard English: "Photo, Ten rupee."
Well, this is a veteran and this is not the first time he has done this kind of business.
Marion happily paid Sadhu twenty rupees and took a few photos with him, one in which she was holding Sadhu's hand, one in which her head was close to Sadhu's, and the most exaggerated one was kissing Sadhu's cheek.
"Flat shoes, is he cool in your eyes?"
"Yes, that's cool, Adam, I want to take a photo with him too," Sophie Marceau said eagerly.
Nan Yi nodded and said disdainfully: "Okay, after the shoot, please take a bath with concentrated sulfuric acid eight times, otherwise don't lie on my bed."
"Stingy man." Sophie Marceau said with a pout.
"Thank you for the compliment."
At this time, Puran leaned close to Nan Yi's ear and said, "Boss, there are often Western female tourists having sex with strong ascetics on the banks of the Ganges. Some do it directly on the embankment in the open air, while others do it in jeeps without roofs."
"The ascetics you're talking about are the Westerners who originally practiced asceticism here, right?"
Nan Yi asked, but a ridiculous picture appeared in his mind - crazy, gorgeous, bloody, romantic interweaving, under the orange and black gradient fire clouds, by the Ganges River at low tide, Jackson shouted at the top of his lungs "just beat it", the humid temperature was rising...
"No, ascetics are not as pure as they seem. Many ascetics indulge in promiscuity through the teachings of practice and the teachings of the Shaktism. They regard that kind of thing as the only way to practice."
"Um."
As far as Nan Yi knows, as religion develops, it is inevitable that it will be distorted. No religion is a pure piece of rice paper, not to mention that the deep essence of Indian culture is absolute individualism and hedonism.
It manifests itself as an absolute pursuit of freedom, which is in line with Western philosophy. It is no wonder that it attracts so many Westerners to travel thousands of miles to India to practice and cultivate.
After bidding farewell to the Sadhu in front of them, Nan Yi and his group walked forward and soon saw ascetic monks with western faces. They were young, with hippie and crazy looks on their faces. Some of them were abnormally thin, while others were uncoordinatedly fat.
Pa pa, one label is "taking drugs" and the other is "rebound after drug rehabilitation", Nan Yi put two labels on two people he thought were a good match.
There is a rather special one among the ascetics. His hair is very messy but not dirty. He wears a bun on his head. His hair, eyebrows and beard are all golden and surprisingly long. There is a sun and moon pattern tattooed between his eyebrows, with the sun on top and the moon on the bottom.
He wore an orange tight vest on his upper body, revealing clean skin, except for the thick chest hair that looked a bit annoying; he wore a modified toddy suit based on traditional Indian male clothing on his lower body, revealing clean calves, except for his bare feet which were stained with yellow mud.
You know what, this guy is quite handsome. In him, Nan Yi sees a combination of the forever young River Phoenix and the young Keanu Reeves.
"Don't look at it. What's so good about it? If you want to look, look at me. Do you want to see my left cheek or my right cheek?"
Marion was attracted by this ascetic and jumped out of the car to chat with him. Sophie Marceau was also eager to make a move. If Nan Yi had not been there, she would have gotten out of the car and walked over.
"Ha, Adam, are you jealous?" Sophie Marceau said playfully as her head was held down.
"Why would I be jealous? I just want you to leave Marion alone. Look at the way she looks."
"Ha, don't hide it." Sophie Marceau touched Nan Yi's cheek, "Don't worry, I like mature people. Adam, you are very mature, I mean in terms of mentality."
"I'm serious, take a look for yourself." Nan Yi pointed at Marion and said.
When Sophie Marceau heard Nan Yi say that, she lay on Nan Yi and looked out of the car, "Wow, Marion is so crazy, kissing right away, so romantic."
"They've only known each other for a few minutes, and you think this is romantic?" Nan Yi said disapprovingly as he looked at the two people twisting together crazily.
"Yes, romance, a foreign country, two people meeting by chance and being attracted to each other, this is much better than a deliberately arranged hero saving a beautiful woman."
"Who are you laughing at?"
Nan Yi reached out to Sophie Marceau's armpits and tickled her twice, causing her to twist her body.
"Let go, let go, I won't laugh anymore."
Nan Yi let go of his hand and patted Tingqiao on the back, "Stop being naughty, what do you say we should do? Leave a car for Marion and we'll go first?"
"Good idea, let's do it." Sophie Marceau agreed with a sly smile.
Nan Yi said to the school beauty in Cantonese: "Leave two people behind, VIP can do whatever she wants, but you have to ensure her absolute safety."
"GOT."
Leaving behind a car and two people to protect Marion, Nan Yi and Sophie Marceau left first.
Back at the Ganges, Nan Yi and Sophie Marceau also went crazy. That night, on the bank of the Ganges, the two of them played a "Forest Rhapsody" with other shameless strangers .
After a crazy night, Nan Yi regained his sanity the next day and took Sophie Marceau on a purposeful journey.
The first stop they went to was the Galaxy Goddess Mineral Water Factory.
Under Shatish's guidance and introduction, Nan Yi and his companions took a good look at the production and assembly process of the Galaxy Goddess.
"Boss, the mineral water we produce now no longer comes from the Ganges River, but from our own deep wells..."