Saran bowed to the tree and said to Nan Yi, "Master Adam, the well water is very sweet. You can try it."
"No, I just drank some water and I'm not thirsty now. Please help yourself."
Nan Yi rejected Saran's kindness and walked to Sophie Marceau, watching her taking pictures everywhere with her camera.
"Adam, look, the houses here are pretty good, not shabby at all." Sophie Marceau put her eyes in front of the camera and said in one direction.
"It's quite good."
It's not just good, it's too good. The road that Nan Yi and the others just walked on was not a dirt road, but was paved with bluestone strips. The house could be seen a hundred meters away, and the walls didn't look like rammed earth walls, but were most likely made of bluestone strips.
And up to now, Nan Yi has not seen a piece of cow dung on the ground, nor has he smelled any strange smell in the air.
Nan Yi saw some people next to the house, so he asked Sophie Marceau to give him the camera. He turned the lens and looked over. There were two men, one big and one small. The big one was wearing a toddy, looking clean and refreshing, and the small one was wearing a plaid short-sleeved shirt, a pair of shorts, and a pair of plastic sandals on his feet, also looking neat and tidy.
If he hadn't seen that both of them had very fair skin, Nan Yi would have suspected that there was something wrong with the way he was doing it.
After waiting for Saran and his friends to finish drinking water, Nan Yi and his companions went deeper into the village.
As they went deeper, houses began to appear on both sides of the road, one after another. The gaps between the houses were not big and the houses looked quite good. Nan Yi went to the wall of a house and knocked on it, then scratched it with his fingernails. He found that the wall was indeed made of bluestone strips.
Nan Yi went to a gate and took a look inside. The house was in the shape of a U, with a patio in the middle and a corridor surrounding the patio. The ground was paved with bluestone strips that were not smooth but not bumpy either. There was no chicken or duck droppings, and it looked quite clean.
The room was blocked from view by the walls, so it was unknown what the situation inside was like. Nan Yi speculated based on the house-building methods in rural China that the room was definitely not as bright as the corridor, and the floor might not be paved with bluestone slabs, or it might not be paved so smoothly.
Nan Yi withdrew his gaze and looked around, feeling a little strange. Apart from the two men, one big and one small, he had just seen, he had not met any villagers since entering the village.
"Saran, why is there no one in the village?"
"Today is the day for the Presbyterian meeting. Everyone should go to the village square to listen to the meeting."
"Then let's go and take a look too."
Nan Yi was very interested in knowing how the Presbyterian Church in rural India held its meetings.
At Nan Yi's urging, Saran led everyone to the square.
As Nan Yi walked out of the area of ​​"good houses", his vision suddenly became clear. Kabir changed from a line to a surface. The space became spacious and stretched as far as the eye could see. He also felt extremely comfortable in his heart.
"That's what I said. How could rural India be so good? Those houses just now were just facades. What you see now is the real thing."
The bluestone road just now turned into a yellow mud rammed earth road. The good houses that Nan Yi found incredible disappeared, and were replaced by mud and grass rammed earth houses and mud and stone rammed earth houses. The roofs were no longer covered with tiles, but with thatch.
The floor space occupied by the houses has become very small. No house that Nan Yi can see is larger than 20 square meters. You can see lumps of cow dung cakes stuck on the walls. Straw stacks and cow dung stacks are dotted between the houses, and scattered cow dung can be seen on the rammed earth road.
Looking forward, you can see a white fan-shaped area about one kilometer away.
Nan Yi pointed at the vast expanse of white in the distance and asked Saran, "Is that the village square?"
"Yes, Master Adam."
Afraid of missing the Elders' Meeting, Nan Yi asked Saran to speed up and take him there.
One kilometer, the group arrived in ten minutes.
The scene was shocking. Countless people were sitting on the ground in complete silence, with their heads raised looking at the platform in front of them.
There were a few people standing on the platform, seemingly arguing about something, but the distance was too far to hear or see their movements clearly.
"Saran, can you come closer to the platform?"
"Yes, Master Adam, please follow me."
Saran agreed and took Nan Yi and Sophie Marceau from the outskirts of the crowd to the platform.
Along the way, every villager who saw Saran would salute her with their hands folded together. Being touched by her evil light, the villagers would salute Saran and then Nan Yi and the other man.
Saran, that little girl, was arrogant, with her head held high and her nose pointed up to the sky, and she was dismissive of the villagers' greetings. At first, Nan Yi would return the greeting, but after doing so more than ten times, he was too lazy to do it anymore. There was still a large crowd of people in front of him, and he didn't know how to stop.
He was just walking around the outside, but still had to be saluted and stared at by thousands of people. This made Nan Yi a little uncomfortable. However, Sophie Marceau's performance was better than his. She could even respond to the crowd from time to time, as if she was very accustomed to the feeling of being the center of attention.
After a lot of effort, the group arrived at the east side of the platform. There was no one on this side, so they could stand very close to the platform and hear clearly what the elders were saying.
The Council of Elders, whose full name is the Council of Five Elders, is officially known as the Rural Panchayat, and is an autonomous body in rural India. From a legal point of view, it is not an institution with legal effect, but in fact, the Council of Elders has a huge influence on the villagers and has absolute authority over village affairs.
The members of the Presbyterian Church are generally not elected, but are composed of elders. The elders who can enter the Presbyterian Church are generally members of powerful clans in the village, or landlords and gentry.
The Council of Elders controls the lives of the villagers by issuing decrees, covering all aspects of their lives, including marriage, property, etc.
In the center of the platform, an iron pot was burning on the fire, and an old man was saying something excitedly. Nan Yi, who could only understand a little bit, was about to ask Saran to translate, but she was very considerate and took the initiative to translate and explain.
"Adam sahib, 300 kilograms of rice and 120 rupees were stolen from the teacher of Kabir Primary School. The elders are looking for the thief."
"How do I find it?"
"The suspect has been identified. He will be asked to pick up the ring from the frying pan. Anyone who dares not to pick it up will be the thief."
“How were the suspects identified?”
"I don't know, the elder didn't say." Saran replied.
Nan Yi thought to himself, this is not looking for a thief, it is clearly an open and aboveboard method of eliminating dissidents. It is hard to say whether there is any basis for the identification of the suspect. Even if there is a convincing explanation, if he touches the ring in boiling oil, his hand will be half crippled if not disabled.
"What will the thief do?"
"The people of Ganges are simple and honest. Stealing is a serious crime, especially stealing a teacher's things. The crime will be even more serious. The thief will be tied up and exposed to the sun by the Crescent Lake for seven days."
Nan Yi didn't ask what kind of tying method it was. There is a big difference between tying and tying. There are many ways of exposure to the sun. There is a lot of elastic space inside. In the mildest case, you will suffer some physical pain, and in the worst case, you will definitely die.
"Why is stealing from a teacher a bigger problem?"
"My master has issued a rule that all children in Ganges Village must go to school, and the tuition will be paid by my master. Those with excellent grades can leave Ganges Village and continue to study in higher institutions, and my master will continue to support them."
“Boys and girls treated equally?”
"Yes."
“Has this rule always been in place?”
"No, this rule was introduced after my master returned from studying abroad, seven years ago."
"What about your two brothers?"
"It's different. Our family has served the master's family for generations, and the old masters would also train the children of loyal servants in the family."
"Only boys?"
"Yes."
"Your father is Amit Butler?"
"Yes."
It is normal to cultivate children at home. From ancient times to the present, wealthy families will cultivate promising children among their servants. Those with great promise will pass the imperial examinations and benefit from them as long as they can remember the family tradition; those with less promising ones will be cultivated to become shopkeepers or accountants, leaving behind trusted and capable children for their descendants.
But Deepak is now adopting a wide-ranging model, and he is training both men and women. He will definitely be able to train a few talents, but it is hard to say whether they can be used by him. The key lies in how the node of sending them to Ganges Village for further training is operated.
The fact that men and women are treated equally made Nan Yi deepen his suspicion of Fatiya.
After thinking about it, Nan Yi did not ask Saran any more questions. He had already asked too many questions today. At night, Deepak and Fatiya or one of them might have to think about his motives all night. Nan Yi did not want to make things worse and decided to leave some time for the couple to sleep.
After the elder on the podium spoke for a long time, he took out a list and called the roll. Those whose names were called were all sitting near the podium. They stood up one by one and walked up to the podium with expressionless faces.
Nan Yi counted them and there were 29 people in total.
The elder on the platform continued to say something to the 29 people. Nan Yi could roughly guess what he was saying without Saran translating.
Encouraged and urged by the elders, the first "tough guy" walked to the front of the iron pot, stood still, raised his right hand to take a look, then changed to his left hand, hesitated for a long time before firmly choosing his left hand, then stretched out his left hand tremblingly towards the iron pot, hovered over it and then retracted it, repeating this several times, but still did not dare to put his hand into the oil pan.
The elder walked up to and gave him a death stare.
The tough guy glanced at the elder, the veins on his cheeks twitching. Under the high pressure of the threat of death, he hardened his heart and looked into the iron pan, as if observing the position of the ring. Then, the tough guy put his left hand into his arms and quickly put his hand into the oil pan.
There was a sizzling sound in the oil pan and the tough guy's scream pierced the sky.
"Adam, that's cruel."
Sophie Marceau was frightened and grabbed Nan Yi's hand tightly.
"Don't look if you're scared." Nan Yi said with a smile.
The tough guy on the stage was not a fool. When he took his hands out of his arms just now, Nan Yi saw that his hands became wet. It only took a few seconds from the time his hands were immersed in the oil pan to the time they were taken out. Burns were inevitable, but he was not disabled at all.
The first one is not a fool, and the second one is not a blockhead either. They still do the same thing. The elder on the stage seems to want to let them go and turns a blind eye to their actions.
The first dozen or so passed smoothly, but when it came to the eighteenth, the elder's slightly narrowed eyes widened to the size of copper bells, and his gaze followed the hands of the eighteen tough guys.
The eighteen tough guys have dark skin and strong arms. Even without exerting any strength, you can see that their biceps are huge. The joints of their fists are distinct, so they must be very powerful.
There was arrogance in the eyes of the eighteen tough guys. They stood in front of the iron pot, looked at the elder with disdain, snorted again, and put their hands directly into the oil pot.
Puff, puff, the sound of the oil pan splashing came into Nan Yi's ears.
One second, two seconds, three seconds, five seconds, and the eighteen tough guys' hands were still not out of the frying pan .
"Okay, that's awesome."
Nan Yi gave a thumbs up to the eighteen tough guys in his heart.
Although the Eighteen Tough Guy didn't cry out, the veins on his neck were already popping out and his forehead was covered with beads of sweat. It was obvious that he was also a mortal and felt the pain.
Nan Yi waved his hand in front of his nose to fan away the pungent smell of meat, and muttered in his heart: "Fool, is this the way to show heroism? You can really kill the elder in front of you directly."
It took the eighteen tough guys about ten seconds to get their hands out of the frying pan.
Wow, it's golden yellow, crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, coated with starch and fried again, poked a few holes with chopsticks and put in the pot, then simmered with some marinade, there's no way to cure the taste.
Nan Yi looked back at Sophie Marceau. Her eyes were closed and she didn't dare to look at the podium. He then looked sideways at Saran. She was staring at the podium without blinking.
"The little girl is a tough character. She is really a promising talent."
After half a day of contact, Nan Yi admired Saran very much. If he had met her a few years earlier, he would probably have cultivated her with care.
After the eighteen tough guys, there was no tougher guy than him. When it came to the twenty-fourth one, the wimp who finally didn't dare to put his head into the frying pan appeared, so he became a thief.
Whether he is a real thief or not is not important at all.
Twenty-four was taken away tied up, and the Elders' meeting ended the issue of catching the thief and moved on to the next issue - banning women from wearing shorts.
According to Saran's translation of the elders' statements, the Council of Elders said it took into account girls' concerns about being attacked and violated by men, and mentioned initiatives in other progressive regions, such as some villages known for their patriarchal systems posting name tags of daughters outside their doors to show respect for them.
This issue was quickly passed and settled. From now on, women in Kabyle are not allowed to wear shorts. Anyone who wears shorts will be punished, but the punishment was not specified.
The efficiency of the Presbyterian Church was very high. They discussed five or six topics and came up with solutions in just half an hour. It may seem a little careless and like child's play, but this approach is not completely unacceptable. Many things require speed, to cut the Gordian knot and get things over with quickly instead of letting them pile up.
After listening to some trivial topics for a while, Nan Yi asked Saran to take them to Crescent Lake.
Crescent Lake is not very big, and it looks like it has an area of ​​only about three acres, but its shape looks like a half crescent, very round. The pier made of bluestone slabs is semicircular and extends all the way into the lake.
“Master Adam, Crescent Lake is a holy lake. Long, long ago, a powerful demon appeared in the Three Realms. This demon was so powerful that every time he dropped a drop of blood on the ground, a thousand incarnations as powerful as him would appear on the ground to wreak havoc on the human world.
When Parvati, the goddess of Parvati and wife of Lord Shiva, one of the three great gods, heard the news, she became furious and transformed herself into Goddess Kali to destroy the demon.
Goddess Kali was afraid that the demon would drip his blood on the ground during the duel, causing a thousand demon incarnations with equally powerful magic to appear, so she sucked its blood dry without leaving a drop.
Later, Kali finally destroyed the demon, but because she was too angry, she could not control herself. Her feet involuntarily stomped on the ground vigorously, affecting the lives of all beings in the three realms.
In order to relieve the suffering of all living beings, Shiva lay down at the feet of Kali and let her trample him to vent her anger.
Saran pointed in a direction and said, "That's the footprint left by the goddess Kali. The Crescent Lake is the lake that she created with her magic power when she was angry. Except for hands and feet, other parts of the body cannot touch the lake water, and you are not allowed to bathe in the lake. And..."
"Pagans are not allowed to touch the lake, right?"
Nan Yi looked at the green lake water and thought to himself, "I asked him to step in, but he wouldn't do it."
"Yes, Master Adam."
“Can we go see the footprints of Goddess Kali?”
"OK."
Saran brought Nan Yi to a bluestone slab with a missing corner. At the gap, they could see a stream of running water flowing out of a crack like urine. Just above the crack, on the bluestone slab, there was a pair of obvious barefoot footprints.
There was red and yellow powder in the footprints, with orange-red stamens scattered around, making them look like lotus flowers.
Bending over to take a closer look at the footprints, Nan Yi instantly sneered at the craftsmen who had worked on this holy site. They were so damn perfunctory. The footprints were not on the bluestone slabs, but in the cement. Moreover, the more he looked at them, the more masculine they looked. Nan Yi suspected that the footprints were made by the craftsman himself, and he didn't even think of finding a young girl to do the job for him.
“Saran, does Kabir mean footprints?”
"Adam sir, Kabir is an Anglicized name. The name of this place in Hindi should be Charanpur, which means footprint itself." Saran replied.
"Oh." Nan Yi nodded and said to the school beauty, "Have someone drive the car over here. We won't have to walk back."
The roads we just walked on were not narrow, so there was no problem with traffic.
After waiting for a while, with several children chasing after them, the convoy arrived at the Crescent Lake. Nan Yi invited Saran to ride in his car and asked the bodyguards of the Tividi family to wait and he would come back to pick them up next time.
In the car, Nan Yi found a box of Fortnum & Mason chocolates for Saran to eat. Nan Yi deliberately did not open the box and handed the whole box to her directly.
The design of the box is a bit special, with a flat cylindrical shape and a lid. If someone has never come across this kind of chocolate before, they will definitely think that it is opened from the lid, but people who have come across it know that the way to open this chocolate is actually to break the cylinder in the middle into two semicircles.
Saran took the chocolate, thanked Nan Yi, broke the box in half, picked up a chocolate and put it in her mouth.
"I think this chocolate tastes a bit strange. Are you used to it?"
"Adam sir, it's delicious. I like its taste very much, but it's very expensive. It's not available in India." Saran said regretfully.
"If you like it, I'll give you another box as well." Nan Yi took out another box from the armrest box and put it in Saran's hand.
"Thank you, Master Adam, you are so kind to Saran." Saran said with a smile.
"Just eat it if you like it, no need to thank me."
Having gotten the answer he wanted, Nan Yi no longer disturbed Saran from enjoying her dessert and instead started chatting with Sophie Marceau who was sitting in the middle.
"Just now at Crescent Lake, did you notice the girl on the white sacred bull across from you?"
"I saw it. I even took photos. Do they have special identities?"
"They should be the goddesses."
"A holy woman serving God?"
"No, they are not responsible for serving God, but serving God's spokespersons." When Nan Yi spoke, the expression on his face was very strange.
Sophie Marceau thought for a moment and then exclaimed, "Are you saying that little girls are actually played with by charlatans?"
“They will also be used to make money.”
"Those bastards are so disgusting. How can they use the name of God like this?"
"Otherwise, isn't it for some purpose that gods were created by certain people?" Nan Yi pulled up his sleeves to reveal his armpit hair. "Flat shoes, come and pay homage to the armpit hair god. It is not a simple thing. We humans can live in the universe thanks to its protection."
Nan Yi's face straightened, and he said devoutly: "Others may not know, but as the incarnation of the Armpit Hair God in the world, I know very well that just five minutes ago, the Armpit Hair God repelled a large wave of evil forces that invaded the universe. It was outnumbered and seriously injured. From today on, it will be in seclusion for 49 days.
For the next forty-nine days, the burden of protecting the universe and protecting mankind will fall on me, the incarnation of the armpit hair god. Just three seconds ago, I defeated another wave of evil forces that were tempting to attack.
Flat shoes, my sleep is very important. If I don’t sleep well, I can’t protect the universe well. So, for the sake of the universe and all mankind, please overcome it and don’t wake me up at night. "
"Adam, you are really good at making up stories. If you can, just make up more. After dinner, I want to hear the story of the goddess Marceau. She has a mount named Adam." Sophie Marceau rolled her eyes at Nan Yi and gave him a difficult question.
"Okay." Nan Yi replied with a smile.
After returning to Tividi Manor, Nan Yi asked Sophie Marceau to follow Saran in first, while he stayed in the car to read the report that had just been delivered.
A report was submitted by Zhu Youren, the president of Creativity Real Estate. Zhu Youren speculated that the property market in Hong Kong would continue to rise before 1997, so he planned to build several residential buildings in Ho Man Tin that would only be used for rent in the short term. On this basis, he also planned to register an independent company that had nothing to do with Creativity, and then use this company as the main body to operate the business of supplying and speculating on properties.
After reading the report, Nan Yi pondered for a while. According to the current growth rate of housing prices in Hong Kong, it is quite cost-effective to buy a house with a loan for speculation. The growth of housing prices can far exceed the loan interest, the rent of the house is enough to pay the monthly payment, and the down payment is only 10%.
"By 1997, it was not difficult for Hong Kong Island's housing prices to appreciate four or five times. An investment of 2 billion could leverage about 19 billion worth of real estate. 19 billion x 5 is 95 billion. Before 1997, the exchange rate of the Hong Kong dollar should have exceeded that of the RMB.
A rough estimate shows that it can be exchanged for 110 billion RMB, which is a relatively optimistic calculation. Even if it is discounted by 30%, it is still 77 billion RMB. 2 billion Hong Kong dollars can leverage 77 billion RMB, so this deal is worth doing.
But where should the 77 billion be invested in 1997 and 1998?
Nan Yi stroked his chin and thought for a long time, but still couldn't figure out where to invest such a large sum of money.
“Are we trying to stop the embezzlement of state-owned assets?”
As soon as the thought came to his mind, Nan Yi shook his head. It would not make much sense to block one or two. As for wanting to block them all, oh, he would have to go against so many people, cut off so many people's financial resources, and kill so many people's parents. He would definitely lose.
If you are not careful, you will be pushed into the shit pot and drowned, and you will stink even after you die.
Without thinking about how to spend the money, Nan Yi took out a pen and wrote on the report - the budget limit is 2 billion Hong Kong dollars, and a detailed plan must be submitted as soon as possible.
After reading the first report, Nan Yi put it aside and picked up the second report.
After spending half an hour reviewing all the reports, Nan Yi sealed the report and handed it to one of the bodyguards, asking the person who delivered the report to take it back as soon as possible.
…
the next day.
Early in the morning, Nan Yi followed Deepak to visit the tea garden of the Tiwidi family. There were only a few servants of the Tiwidi family and Nan Yi's people traveling with them. Saran did not go with them.
"Saran, tell me everything that happened yesterday."
It was almost the same as Nan Yi guessed. Saran was indeed Fatia's confidant. As soon as he and Deepak left, Fatia called Saran to a room for questioning.
Saran told Fatiya everything that Nan Yi said and did yesterday.
After listening to Saran's report, Fatiya asked her to leave.
With a click, Fatiya lit a mole, took a deep breath, and said to the air: "Did you hear that?"
A low voice came from a communicator on Fatia's body: "I heard it."
"How do you see it?"
"This Adam is no ordinary person. He has pretty much figured out Saran's background. Has his identity been found out in London?"
"We have found out that there is such a person as him in British Sun Capital, but a few years ago he appeared in London using the identity of the former president of Asia Pacific of Pan American Investment Holdings. British Sun Capital and Pan American Investment Holdings are simply incomparable."
"Have you checked the shareholder list of British Sun Capital?"
Fatiya crushed the cigarette in the ashtray, took out the headset from her sari and plugged it into the intercom. "British Sun Capital is not a listed company. If this Adam intends to hide his identity as a shareholder, we have no way to find out."
"It doesn't matter if we can't find out. This Adam is definitely not a simple person. We can assume that he is a shareholder of British Sun Capital, or even a shareholder of Bolin Investment Holdings and Pan American Investment Holdings. As soon as he arrived in Varanasi, he killed the person I had arranged for Dawan Raheja with great difficulty. We must be extremely careful with him."
"The body was not found?"
"There's no need to look for him. He must be dead. I'll be back to Varanasi soon. Just take care of yourself."
Fatia frowned and said, "You haven't told me what to do next."
"Don't make any moves for now. Wait and see what happens. Remove the bug in the living room as soon as possible. It will be troublesome if Adam finds out."
"I know."
The Tiwidi family's tea garden is located on a mountain not too high in altitude. Nanyi and Deepak rode donkeys while the others walked. It took more than half an hour to climb the mountain and reach the tea garden.
The tea garden is not too big, only about one hundred acres, but it is well maintained. The tea trees grow lushly, and several streams run through the tea gardens. There are clouds overhead that you can touch with your hands, making it seem like a fairyland.
"Mr. Tividi, I really envy you. The scenery here is beautiful and the air is fresh. Building a villa by the source of the stream will be a great way to escape the heat in the summer."
Deepak nodded and said, "Yes, the air here is indeed better than Varanasi, not to mention London. There are not so many messy cars on the road. Most importantly, many of the enjoyments are only available in India, only in the countryside."
Deepak was right. Rural India does have a bit of a lawless feel. Given Deepak's class status, he could really live like an emperor in the countryside.
People like Deepak, although they have received higher education and know the harm of the caste system to the country, will not think about changing it. Once it changes, his privileges will disappear. No matter how advanced and civilized their education is, they will become defenders of the traditional system.
Deepak took Nan Yi to shuttle among the tea trees, and talked to Nan Yi about tea trees from time to time. Deepak spoke very clearly and it was obvious that he had a deep understanding of tea trees.
After staying on the mountain for more than an hour, when Nan Yi and the others were going down the mountain, they happened to meet a young man dressed in "Beatles" clothing who came over. He trotted to Deepak, bent down and kissed his feet, then started talking to Deepak, showing great respect for him.
Nan Yi knew that this kind of Beatle-style clothing actually originated from the court clothing of the Mughal era, and was later called "Nehru waistcoat". This kind of clothing is usually only popular among officials in India.
In order to avoid suspicion, Nan Yi led the donkey to the stream nearby. When they arrived at the edge of the stream, Nan Yi loosened the donkey's reins and let it go freely to forage for grass. He squatted down by the stream, looking at the crystal clear water, the fish and gobies that refused to swim in the water, scooped up a handful of clear water to wipe his face, and then put another handful of clear water into his mouth.
The water has a hint of sweetness and soothes the throat without being astringent. The water quality is excellent. This is an unpolluted, barren land.
"Mr. Adam, the manor uses water from this stream. How does it taste?"
"It's better than what we drank in the manor. Maybe you should have someone clean the reservoir." Nan Yi turned and said to Deepak behind him.
"Really? I'll tell someone to clean it up when I get back. Mr. Adam, where else do you want to go for a stroll later?"
"Mr. Tiwedi, you are the master and I will follow your arrangements as long as the place we are going does not take too much time. Unfortunately, I think I will have to say goodbye tomorrow. I received a call yesterday and there is a gentleman in Mumbai waiting to meet me." Nan Yi spread his hands and said.
"That's a shame. There are many places worth visiting in Ganges Village. A week is not enough to visit them all."
"Yes, I'm sorry. I plan to come and bother Mr. Tivedi again in a few days after I finish my work. Is that convenient?"
"Of course, Mr. Adam is welcome to visit at any time. There is a temple fair in the village temple today, and I will take Mr. Adam to visit it."
"OK, let's go."