"Okay, then I'll start from the origin of the matter."
Nan Yi invited Deepak to sit on a chair nearby, poured two glasses of rum, raised his glasses, and both took a sip first.
"Deepak, can I call you that?" Nan Yi asked, putting down the wine glass.
"certainly."
Nan Yi nodded and asked again: "Deepak, do you know Shiva Chemical Industry?"
"I've heard of it. It's the Laheja family's business."
“No, Shiva Chemical is actually my business. In 1982, I learned that the fertilizer supply in India was very tight, so I realized that investing in a chemical plant in India was a good idea. After sending people to conduct on-site inspections, it was confirmed that the fertilizer market in India had a huge demand, so the Shiva Chemical project was quickly approved.
However, during the investigation, my people also discovered a problem: the Indian market is almost not open to foreign investment. The project is very good, and I don’t want to give up, so I can only find another way to turn the foreign investment into an Indian local enterprise.
By chance, Dawan Laheja came into my sight. At that time, he had nothing except the last name Laheja. He spent the day and had no idea where his lunch would be tomorrow.
My people found him and made him their spokesperson, or to be more direct, a puppet. He became the nominal boss of Shiva Chemicals, and I gave him a rich life.
After nearly seven years of cooperation, there has been no foul play between him and I, and we have always been getting what we need.
But last year, things started to change. Some people who shouldn't have been around Dhawan appeared, and they got together and planned to embezzle the assets of Shiva Chemicals.
I was tricked, so I couldn't let it go. I asked someone to investigate who was behind it. While the investigation was still going on, I went to the Tiwidhi Manor to visit you, Deepak."
Nan Yi said, pulling out a long black object from his pocket and handing it to Deepak, "Anti-eavesdropping device, it will sound an alarm if there is an eavesdropping device within three meters. It sounded the alarm in the guest room of Tividi Manor."
"Adam..."
Deepak was about to explain something when Nan Yi stopped him and asked him to continue.
"Deepak, wait a minute, let me continue."
When Deepak heard Nan Yi say this, he made a gesture for him to continue.
"I searched the guest room and found three bugs in total. Looking at the bugs, I began to wonder if they were aimed at me, or if the Tivedi family treated every guest the same way. I also wondered who had installed the bugs.
Deepak, you, your wife Fatia, and your uncle Jacky all became my suspects, and I began to identify and observe them in the next few days.
After observation, I came to two conclusions: first, Saran Shah is your wife's confidant, and second, the relationship between you and your uncle Jacky is very delicate.
At the same time, after seeing the bug, I boldly assumed that the Devidi family was the force behind Shiva Chemicals, and with that assumption, I asked someone to verify it.
With an imaginary target, the difficulty of the investigation is greatly reduced, and it is easy to find out that the person behind this is your uncle Jacky.
The investigation has not ended here. I am sorry, but I have checked all the relevant information about the Tivedi family."
After Nan Yi apologized to Deepak, he continued, “My people found out the identity of your uncle’s mother, that your father and your uncle did not have a good relationship, and that your uncle was fostered in the Singh family in Manchester when he was very young.
Foster care, Singh family, Fatia Singh. With these pieces of information, I boldly assume that your uncle Jacky and your wife Fatia have a special relationship.
I asked someone to investigate based on this hypothesis, and unfortunately, they did find that the relationship between the two was very unusual and a very close one.”
Deepak's face turned green as he asked, "Are they having an affair?"
"No, Deepak, you are wrong. They don't have any private relationship. It should be said that there is family affection between them. Fatiya is actually Jacky's daughter, her biological daughter."
"What?" Deepak stood up in a flash. "How is this possible?"
Nan Yi shrugged and said, "That's the truth. I have sufficient evidence to prove that they are father and daughter. However, there is good news. After investigation, there is more than 70% chance that Jie Qi is not your uncle. You have no blood relationship with him."
"Is this a consolation?" Deepak said unfriendlyly.
Nan Yi shrugged again and continued to talk about the topic. "Jackie's mother died in an unclear manner. She was probably executed by your grandfather. Jackie should be very clear about this. So, Deepak, you should understand what he wants to do, right?"
"Take revenge on the Tividi family and seize the Tividi family's property." Deepak said without thinking.
"Yes."
“Why am I still alive?” Deepak asked the question, and immediately a thought occurred to him: “Because of Uncle Vajpayee?”
Nan Yi complained in his heart, "You thought of it? Who doesn't fear your uncle Vajpayee? I am afraid of him too. Not only am I afraid of him, but also his disciple Modi. Damn, these are two big mountains in India."
"Yes, Vajpayee. If it weren't for him, Deepak would have died long ago." Nan Yi said, putting the documents behind him on the table. "The evidence and investigation results are all in it. I'll leave first. You can take your time to read it."
After Nan Yi finished speaking, he waved his hand and asked the Dalit female soldiers guarding the area to leave. He then stood up and walked down Peacock Mountain with the tiger cub.
When they reached the foot of the mountain, Nan Yi walked over to the maid who was standing under the shade of a tree, holding a tray in her hands. Although she was dark-skinned, she had a pretty face and a graceful figure. After standing there quietly for a few minutes, Nan Yi signaled the maid to carry the things up the mountain and gave her an encouraging look.
The maid took a deep breath and walked up the mountain in small steps.
After watching the maid's back disappear, Nan Yi walked out of the shade of the trees, came to a patch of grass, and bent down to pick the tender leaves from the vines of Basella alba.
Basella alba is everywhere in the fields and hills of India. It has strong vitality and invades farmland and destroys forests. Farmers hate it very much. China introduced this species in the early years and planned to promote its cultivation for feeding pigs.
Unfortunately, pigs had bad luck. They encountered a famine year right after they were introduced, and most of the basella potatoes ended up in the stomachs of people in the south. Later, it was discovered that its reproductive capacity was too strong and it was too destructive to other crops, so the promotion was stopped. It should now be on the list of “Invasive Alien Species”.
"Nan Sheng, do you want to pick some pearl buds?" The tiger cub came to Nan Yi and said.
Nan Yi didn't raise his head, but kept saying with his hands: "If you want to eat, just pick some. Forget about me. I'll make pork rib soup. Indians don't like it either."
"Hey, let the chef stew some Farewell My Concubine tonight." The tiger cub smiled and continued picking the bulbils.
"Why didn't I know there were turtles in the manor?"
"In Peacock Lake."
“The Ganges River softshell turtle doesn’t taste good.”
"I'm not talking about the Ganges River turtles, I'm talking about those big guys."
"You wish. That's a turtle. There aren't many of them in the world. It's more precious than many others."
"No way. I've seen quite a few in Vietnam."
"Either you go to Vietnam and catch it yourself, or you have to eat the Ganges River softshell turtle." Nan Yi said unhappily.
"Forget it. I've tried the Ganges River turtle, but it's not tasty. I'd better go to the mountain stream and catch some stone crabs. I can stew chicken feet with stone crabs, and it tastes pretty good."
"Just catch whatever you want, just don't harm the crabs."
After picking enough young leaves for a cold dish, Nan Yi stopped what he was doing, asked the tiger cub to take the leaves to the kitchen, and he went to the study.
"What are you looking at?"
When he walked into the study, Nan Yi saw Gong Xue sitting in a big chair reading a newspaper.
Gong Xue raised her head and said, "Shanghai Evening News, why is there this newspaper here?"
"They are sent from China every once in a while." Nan Yi said, taking a few newspapers from the bookshelf and sitting down at the big desk.
"Nan Yi, the newspaper said that there is a man named Zhang Guoxi who made his fortune by exporting Buddhist shrines to Japan and South Korea. In 1985, he had assets of 30 million US dollars. They said he was the first billionaire in the country." Gong Xue pointed to a report in the newspaper and said.
"Yeah, that's amazing."
Nan Yi held a pencil in his hand and filled in the numbers in the blanks of the Sudoku puzzle on the newspaper.
"Hey, don't do the questions yet, I'm talking to you." Seeing that Nan Yi didn't even raise his head, Gong Xue patted the table and said.
"You talk, I'm listening."
"Let me ask you, did you have 30 million US dollars in 1985?" Gong Xue stood up, walked behind Nan Yi, lay on his back and said.
“The first half or the second half?”
"Just say whichever one is more."
Nan Yi thought about it and said, "No, I had negative assets in the first half of 1985, and life was not easy in the second half of the year. I didn't have much money."
"And now?"
"Just over two million. Why are you asking so much? Are you planning to confiscate my little stash of money?"
Gong Xue pushed Nan Yi and said, "Who cares? I'm just curious. How many people in the country have assets worth hundreds of millions?"
"There shouldn't be many in the mainland. I only know one or two. I do know several who made fortunes in the past few years and went to Hong Kong. They all have considerable assets. One named Fu Li Hua made his first fortune by reselling antiques. Now he's doing real estate in Hong Kong and has more than a billion Hong Kong dollars."
"Oh." Gong Xue counted on her fingers, "I now have 5.4 million Hong Kong dollars, which can be converted into more than 6 million RMB..."
"2.7 million." Nan Yi reminded.
"I can get more than 6 million anyway." Gong Xue said proudly: "Can 6 million be considered rich in China?"
"Of course you count. You're one of the top girls. Don't just sit there and do nothing with your money. There are many Chinese people in San Francisco, and the atmosphere of buying houses is quite strong. Go to the Bay Area and buy a few houses. When they appreciate in value in the future, you can just sit back and be a happy girl."
"Don't call me sister. It makes me sound old." Gong Xue said angrily.
"Okay, then, happy little sister, sit back and read your newspaper, and let me finish the Sudoku. This is the last issue. I'm going to mail the letter today. It would be great if I could win the first prize, a Sendai vacuum cleaner. That would be great."
"You can be quite childish sometimes."
"Whatever you say." Nan Yi muttered, lowered his head and continued to do his Sudoku.
When the sunlight could no longer illuminate the study and he asked for help from a desk lamp, the tiger cub came to the study and said, "Nansheng, the maid is down."
"Are you injured?"
"There are bruises on his face. He must have been slapped."
"Did it?"
"Done."
"Give her the money I promised her, and have Divaman ask her if she wants to leave her contact information. Although the possibility of her being Deepak's mistress is small, it is still a hope. Also, tell her for me that it's best to keep the money in your own hands."
"OK."
After the tiger cub left, Nan Yi asked Gong Xue, "Are you hungry?"
"Not very hungry." Gong Xue shook her head.
"Then wait a little longer, the guests will be back soon."
Gong Xue pursed her lips, hesitated for a moment, and asked, "Nan Yi, the maid you just mentioned, you asked her to accompany someone else... that one?"
Nan Yi put down the newspaper in his hand and said calmly: "I am not a good person, but I never do anything against a woman's will. I paid a considerable price and gave her a slim hope of achieving a three-level social class jump. She gladly accepted it and was willing to pay the price for her future."
"You didn't deliberately induce and exaggerate hopes?"
"No, everything is based on facts. Frieda, that maid's name, she worshiped me like a god yesterday." Nan Yi shook his head and said, "Walk outside more often and see more, then you won't have this doubt. What I gave Frieda was an opportunity, an opportunity that you may not be able to get even if you break your head.
Half a cigarette can make an African scout hold the trigger until the bullets in the magazine are empty. He doesn't care how many people the gun is pointed at, he only cares about the reward. "
After Nan Yi finished speaking, he stood up and walked out, "I'm going to the lake to wait for the guests. You stay here and someone will call you when dinner is ready."
"oh."
Nan Yi sat quietly by the lake for more than half an hour before he saw Deepak appear at the foot of the mountain, still holding the Lee Enfield rifle in his hand.
Walking to the side of Nanyi, Deepak asked, "Where is Fatia?"
"Guest room."
"Where's Jackie?"
"Varanasi, my people are watching."
"Send it to Tividi Manor and I'll have someone receive it."
"Okay." Nan Yi nodded.
"The maid from before?"
"I chose her only because she is beautiful and clean. Don't worry, she doesn't have any special identity or mission. My deal with her is over and I am sending her away."
Deepak nodded and said, “The purpose of all this.”
"I want to gain your friendship and become a mutually beneficial partner with you, that's all."
"After all this effort, is the purpose so simple?"
"Haha." Nan Yi stood up, put his arm around Deepak's shoulders, and hugged him as they walked into the manor. "Deepak, you underestimate yourself and overestimate me. All I want is to be treated without discrimination in India. Of course, it would be even better if I have friends who can help me.
Don't listen to what I say, just look at what I will do in the future. In India, the initiative is always in your hands. I'm hungry, and I guess you're hungry too. Let's go to the dining room to eat first."
“Well, no need to call Fatiya that bitch, let her starve.” Deepak said coldly.
"OK."
…
Deepak stayed at Peacock Villa for only one night. The next day, he took Fatiya back to Varanasi and took away Frieda's contact information.
Three or four days later, Nan Yi received a report that Jieqi was driving drunk and drove the car into a ditch more than ten meters deep. Fatia was also in the same car at the time, and both of them died on the spot.
As soon as the news came out, Nan Yi transferred the Dalit female soldiers who were previously in Varanasi to Madagascar, and then he had the honor of attending an Indian funeral.
Half a month later, Nan Yi and Deepak met again in Varanasi.
After negotiations, Shiva's assets in India were split off to form a relatively independent Shiva (India) Group. Deepak invested US$17 million, took up 32% of the group's shares, and became the nominal boss of the group.
Nan Yi wanted to give away 10% of the shares , but Deepak did not accept them. He only promised to arrange an opportunity for Nan Yi to meet Vajpayee.
After the share transfer contract was signed, when it came to the payment stage, Deepak could not come up with so many US dollars. However, he had no shortage of gold, so he took out US$17 million worth of gold at one time.
Seeing the gold, Nan Yi almost couldn't resist the urge to rob the temple.
Physical objects are always more tempting than numbers. Seeing 100 million or 200 million in an account may not seem like much, but if 200 million in cash is piled in front of you, the impact on you cannot be described in words.
After a series of things were completed, it was already January 25th. Deepak invited Nan Yi and Gong Xue to go to New Delhi to watch the military parade, and Nan Yi happily went.
A military parade is a show of strength. It can boost the morale of soldiers, enhance the people's determination and courage to support the country's war actions, and deter the enemy, thus achieving the goal of defeating the enemy without fighting.
This solemn ceremony became a little different once it arrived in India. Deepak seemed to know that the military parade ceremony in his own country was a little less "solemn", so he gave Nan Yi and the others a shot of prevention on the way.
"On January 26, 1950, India signed the Constitution and declared the establishment of the Republic of India. Since then, every year on this day, India will hold a grand parade to celebrate this National Day.
We Indians love peace, so the military parade is different from that of other countries. It is solemn yet lively, which just expresses our love for life and our beautiful yearning for prosperity and strength. "
"Deepak, I heard that you need a ticket to watch the parade, right?"
Nan Yi doesn't care whether India's military parade is lively or not. He wishes that the military parades of other countries except his own country would be lively and cute.
"Yes, in early December of the previous year, the Ministry of National Defense would set up a ticket booth to sell tickets to the public. I asked someone to buy three of the best tickets. I originally wanted to bring my wife and uncle to watch it, but who knew..."
Deepak said this with a sad look on his face.
His grief was real, but it was for his own misfortune, not for the deceased.
"Deepak, forget the past and look forward."
Nan Yi comforted Deepak and handed a pair of plain photochromic glasses to Gong Xue.
The military parade will definitely be recorded, and Nan Yi doesn't want him and Gong Xue to appear blatantly in the video.
After entering the auditorium, Deepak took out three binoculars and gave one to Nan Yi and Gong Xue respectively. He then pointed in a direction and said, "Before the parade, the army will display the latest equipment. It's a bit far away, so you can see it more clearly with a binoculars."
Upon hearing this, Nan Yi picked up the telescope and looked in the direction Deepak pointed.
Wow, a lot of Soviet equipment, BTR-50 armored vehicles, Vickers medium tanks [Centurion Indian version], T-72M1 tanks, Stone Crossbow 155 howitzers, UAZ jeep chassis Milan anti-tank missile launchers, ZSU-23-4 self-propelled anti-aircraft guns, ZU-23 towed anti-aircraft guns, Taitula chassis pontoon bridge vehicles, and maybe Jill. Nan Yi has never seen the real thing, only seen it in weapons magazines, so it is difficult to tell them apart at once.
[I looked up the 1988 video and identified each one, but I really can't tell which model the pontoon bridge vehicle's chassis is.]
To be honest, Nan Yi felt a little jealous, as these were very advanced equipment at the time. Fortunately, the equipment display was over very quickly, the leaders’ speeches were not long either, and the military parade ceremony began soon.
The first to appear were dozens of colorful formations. In order to show India's prosperity, the vastness of cotton planting, and the advanced textile printing and dyeing technology, each formation wore colorful military uniforms of different colors, styles, and even hats.
Some are like peacocks spreading their tails, some are like cockscombs and cranes standing tall, and some are like sunflowers chasing the sun, competing with each other in beauty.
"Nan Yi, why are the military uniforms they wear different, especially the hats? Can they fight while wearing such hats?" Gong Xue suddenly asked curiously.
"Oh, these are considered formal wear. Military uniforms are not divided by military branch, but by ethnicity. The uniforms they wear are modified according to the costumes of each ethnic group in order to reflect their respective cultural traditions and religious customs."
"Can this still be called a military parade?"
"Comrade Gong Xue, please respect the folk customs and traditions of other countries and don't be prejudiced." Nan Yi said righteously.
"Ignore you."
Gong Xue snorted, picked up the telescope and started looking again, but after a while she shouted again: "Nan Yi, look, the female soldiers' formation."
"oh."
Nan Yi took a look at the military uniforms with a telescope. They were very formal, without any ethnic characteristics. He just didn't know whether they had not been screened or their quality was not high. The female soldiers generally had dark faces and their looks were a bit poor.
Yes, most Indian female soldiers choose to join the army in order to fight for freedom of marriage. Once they join the army and serve, their families cannot forcibly interfere with their marriage choices. If they are really beautiful, they actually have more ways to fight for freedom.
After some relatively normal phalanxes, phalanxes with strong Indian characteristics began to appear.
The first to appear was the camel formation, which is an indispensable item in the Indian military parade.
The square consists of two parts:
One part was a cavalry unit consisting of 56 camels. In addition to the commanding personnel, there were 50 soldiers riding on camels, 5 people in each row, 10 rows in front and back, holding the reins in their left hands and the Insass assault rifles in their right hands, which were the most important weapons of the country and the most feared by the South.
Next came the camel band, which consisted of 34 camels, and the band members played military music as they marched.
According to the on-site commentary and Deepak's retelling, Nan Yi and Gong Xue were fortunate to learn that each camel was adorned with 75 exquisite ornaments, which, together with the uniform clothing of the square formation personnel, formed a very beautiful landscape at the military parade.
Camel cavalry has a long history in India, dating back to the early 15th century.
In 1465, Rao Bika established a kingdom in the Bikaner region of Rajasthan using an armed force of 100 camels; in 1880, Maharaja Ganga Singh created the Bikaner Camel Corps.
After India's independence, the camel cavalry in the Rajasthan region became part of the Indian Army and participated in many border operations. In 1965, India established a border security force under central command. Soon after, it received a large number of camels and trained them.
The force is India's largest paramilitary border force and the only armed force in India with camel cavalry. It is known as the "first line of defense" for India's border security.
In 1971, the camel cavalry of the Border Security Force also participated in the Third Indo-Pakistani War; in 1976, the camel cavalry formation of the Border Security Force officially participated in the military parade for the first time.
In addition to participating in celebrations, these camels undertake important military tasks. Since the India-Pakistan border area is the vast Thar Desert, camels, known as the "ships of the desert", play an irreplaceable role in border patrols.
Deepak was talking nonstop, but Nan Yi had already turned his attention to the few people wearing blue uniforms and holding dustpans and shovels behind the camel formation.
They are the most mysterious squad in the Camel Corps. The strength of the Camel Corps' combat effectiveness depends on them. This is a squad that has never been known by any national intelligence agency. Nan Yi is complacent. He knows the situation of this squad very well and even knows that their code name is Shit Scooper.
"Deepak, I remember there were elephant formations in previous military parades, but why can't I see a single elephant?" After the camel formation walked away, Nan Yi saw a group of horseback cavalry appearing in the distance.
Deepak glanced at the performance list in his hand and said, "The elephant cavalry has been cancelled this year, but there is a new performance item - motorcycle stunt performance. It says that it is selected by the Army Signal Corps. It is said to be very exciting. After the horse cavalry, there is also a military dog ​​formation, which is also a new item this year."
After the horse cavalry phalanx is driven away, the military dog ​​phalanx will come into play.
Deepak promptly explained and translated to Nan Yi: "This military dog ​​formation includes 36 dogs, including 24 Labradors and 12 German Shepherds. They are all from the Army Remount Veterinary Corps and are between 2 and 5 years old.
Currently, the Indian Army has a total of 1,200 military dogs, mainly divided into four breeds - Labrador, German Shepherd, Malinois and Large Swiss Mountain Dog.
The military dogs participating in this parade have all undergone rigorous selection and four months of intensive training. As early as 1960, the Army established a military dog ​​training school in Uttar Pradesh.
Currently, the Remount Veterinary Forces Center and College is responsible for basic and advanced training of military dogs and their owners.
The last time military dogs took part in a parade was in 1963, which means that after 26 years of silence, the military dog ​​formation once again appeared on the King's Avenue during the parade.
As part of the Indian military, the dog unit has also made significant contributions in military operations. In August 1985, a dog named Mansi and his owner died in the anti-mission process in Jammu and Kashmir.
After the military dog ​​formation disappeared, the parade formation segment ended and the entire parade venue fell into silence.
But it didn't take long for the silence to start as soft, soothing music began to play on the radio. Soldiers came to the center of the parade ground with yoga mats, spread them out, and began to practice yoga.
"Nan Yi, this is interesting. They are actually doing yoga during the military parade."
Gong Xue discovered a new world again.
"It's normal. Yoga has a similar status in the Indian army as our military boxing. Many Indian troops do one hour of yoga exercises every week and learn 14 yoga postures to soothe their nerves. They believe that yoga meditation and traditional yoga posture training can make soldiers more courageous."
After the group yoga performance, it was finally time for the finale of the motorcycle stunt show, which was also the event that Nan Yi was most looking forward to.
Deepak was still in charge of relaying: "The next one to appear is the motorcycle stunt team that appeared in the parade for the first time. They are the Adventurer Motorcycle Team from the BSF. The team was established in 1988 and trained at the Motorized Transport School of the Border Force Academy.
Their performance this time is called Devil's Assault. This performance is to show that the Indian border troops are not only capable of defending the country, but can also demonstrate efficiency, precision and selfless dedication in other aspects.
Now please enjoy their first performance, the aerial pyramid, with 189 riders riding 34 motorcycles at the same time, which is a spectacular sight.
As soon as Deepak finished speaking, a group of stunt riders in blue motorcycle suits appeared on the parade ground. At the bottom were 34 motorcycles lined up in a row, and then hundreds of people stood on top of them. Not only that, the people standing on top also performed various fancy moves from time to time.
"Deepak, it seems that you Indians really like to stack people. I have seen this kind of performance in many Bollywood movies, but it is not as exciting as this one."
"Human pyramids are a popular activity in traditional Indian culture. Every year on Krishna, in order to celebrate the birthday of Lord Krishna, Hindus will stack people to pick up yogurt pots hanging in the air.
For example, during the Janmashtami festival, people dress up as Lord Krishna and build a human ladder to celebrate the birthday of Lord Krishna. In the minds of Indians, this traditional project of stacking people can increase combat effectiveness. "
Deepak explained to Nan Yi.
“So, this is a show for the Indian people?”
"Yes, foreigners probably can't understand the essence of this performance, Adam, you can't understand it either?"
"I can understand a little bit. I know that the movements they do are derived from the ascetic's training movements, which can be regarded as your national quintessence."
"Yes."
As Nan Yi and the other person were chatting, the Devil Commandos on the parade ground performed several very imaginative and difficult movements, such as Peacock Engagement, Jaguar, BSF Tree, and Border Flower.
In addition to watching the performance, Nan Yi also observed the motorcycles at the bottom from time to time. These motorcycles were quite reliable, they did not stall, and none of the shock absorbers were broken. They all looked to be finely crafted, and the technical level was much better than that of building an aircraft carrier.
"Deepak, what do you think about the market situation of motorcycles in India?" After the military parade ended, Nan Yi asked Deepak as he walked out of the parade venue.
Deepak thought for a moment and said, "In rural India, there are many small landowners with one or two acres of land, as well as many small shop owners engaged in the sale and repair of agricultural tools and groceries. They have a certain amount of capital surplus every year and have the demand and ability to buy motorcycles, but no motorcycle brand has fully developed this potential market."
"Your idea is the same as mine. I have visited several suburbs around Mumbai, including your Ganges Village. In every village, there are a few relatively wealthy people, and there are also many families with moderate conditions who are struggling to prepare a motorcycle as a dowry for their daughters.
If there is a motorcycle brand with reliable quality but relatively low price, and can establish sales and after-sales outlets in rural areas, I believe it will be able to open up the vast rural market in India."
"Adam, since you mentioned it, you must have some ideas. Why don't you tell me so we can have a good discussion."
"Communication is a must. I really hope we can do this together, but not now. I have a woman who is about to give birth and I need to leave India for a while to accompany her to give birth."
Nan Yi added a strong flavor of curry to his English.
Deepak smiled and added some curry to his English, "Adam, how many women do you have?"
"Ha, there are too many. I can't even count them myself. There are people of every race and style." Nan Yi replied with a smile and immediately changed the subject: "Deepak, is Saran Shah still alive?"
"Of course, she is the daughter of the housekeeper. Amit watched me grow up and is very loyal to me. I can't be too harsh on her daughter. Saran was just demoted to the lowest maid by me, doing a little harder work than before."
"That's good. Saran is a smart girl. She just trusted the wrong person. You can try to train her well. She will definitely be able to help you a lot in the future."
"You think highly of her?"
"Yes."
"Then I'll give her to you?" Deepak said.
"Haha, let's not do that. She's still young and should be reunited with her family." Nan Yi waved his hand and said, "By the way, my people have developed an insider maid in Tividi Manor. I once promised to send her abroad. Please spare her. I don't want to be a villain who breaks his promise."
Deepak thought for a moment and then said, "Adam, it's okay to spare a maid, but I need compensation. If you want her, you have to pay a certain price."
"Tell me, what's the price?"