Nan Yi did not rush to the Textile Center Building to check on the business of the Labor Group. He first flew to Varanasi to visit his most important partner, Deepak Devedi, in Ganges Village.
Deepak was not at the Tiwidi Manor as he was out visiting guests. The one who entertained Nan Yi was Frieda, a former maid at Peacock Villa who is now a well-known actress in Bollywood.
Frieda was very enthusiastic about Nan Yi's hospitality. She was able to have what she has today thanks to Nan Yi's arrangement. Although she was not the hostess of Tivedi Manor, she lived like a hostess.
After Deepak killed his wife Fatia, he did not remarry and only Frieda was with him.
"Madam, I just watched the movie Lovers in which you starred yesterday. I didn't like the plot very much, but your performance was great, especially the scene in which you appeared in the church in a white dress. There was a hint of mist in your eyes, and tears were about to come out. The audience could easily see your inner struggle and it was easy for them to resonate with you emotionally..."
Nan Yi doesn't care at all about how Frieda is doing in Bollywood, let alone what films she has starred in. The reason he can brag about her now is entirely because he did his homework before coming here.
Once a villain ascends to a high position, he will be satisfied. If Nan Yi still treats Freida as a maid, her sensitive nerves will immediately make her jealous of him. However, it is different if he praises her. She will add drama and make up stories on her own, "Oh, it turns out that the high and mighty master has to praise me carefully."
While expressing disdain for Nan Yi's behavior of flattering the powerful and looking down on the weak, they are also happy to be closer to Nan Yi. Everyone loves to hear flattery, and it would be a wonderful feeling to see the weeds that were ignored by the roadside become rare flowers that are held in someone's hands and cared for.
Frieda smiled brightly, "Thank you for the compliment. My acting skills are not mature enough yet, and I still have a lot to learn."
"In China, there is a saying that God chases you to feed you food. God is a god of the same level as Lord Shiva. Even if you don't want to eat, Lord Shiva will chase you to feed you.
Madam is like this, she has a great talent for acting. As long as you enter the film and television industry, it means you will definitely succeed. I believe it won’t be long before Madam can stand on the podium of the National Film Awards.”
Hearing Nan Yi's slightly exaggerated words, the smile on Frieda's face became even brighter.
In a friendly and relaxed atmosphere, Nan Yi and Deepak chatted for nearly an hour and waited for the visitor to return.
Seeing Nan Yi, Deepak went up to him and hugged him, "Adam, long time no see."
"Yeah, long time no see." Nan Yi grabbed Deepak's arm, pushed him away a little, and looked at the beard on his face. "The beard is very stylish, a bit like Bachchan."
"Really?" Deepak smiled happily and looked at Nan Yi, "You look a lot like Cary Grant."
"Really?" Nan Yi pretended to be surprised and asked, "Which period of Grant?"
“When I was working with Ingrid Bergman on Notorious.”
"Ah, FBI Agent Dior, I'd rather you said I looked like Gregory Peck in Roman Holiday."
"As long as you are happy, I can say you look like Alain Delon."
Nan Yi spread his hands and said, "Whatever, all three of them are good."
Deepak smiled faintly, "To my study?"
"OK."
As soon as they entered the study, their faces immediately became serious.
"Do I need to explain to you the business situation of the Shiva Group?" Deepak asked.
"No need. I check the financial statements regularly. The business is improving rapidly. I believe you will soon let farmers all over India use our fertilizers and pesticides."
After Deepak and Vajpayee's group became shareholders of the Shiv Sena Group, Shiv Sena's development in India can be said to have been smooth sailing. It was easy to sell its products to the Indian Farmers Fertilizer Cooperative and the Potash Fertilizer Corporation of India, that is, it entered India's fertilizer supply system. In addition, it established relationships with many state kings and formed a profit-sharing system with them. There was no need to worry about sales. There was no product that could not be sold, only not enough to sell.
To be precise, Nan Yi did not want Shiva's business to be too good. Shiva's supply system of phosphate and potash mines in India was not perfect, and the raw materials for fertilizer production, phosphate and potassium chloride, had to be brought from abroad. Shennong Nanliang not only mined it itself, but also purchased it everywhere. The international price had already been pushed up, and if Shiva stepped in, the price would be pushed even higher.
This is not what Nan Yi wants to see. The amount of phosphate and potassium chloride stored by Nanchuhua is far from enough. Nan Yi's goal is to have a reserve of over 100 million tons. Whether it can be achieved is another matter. Anyway, the goal is set there.
From a long-term perspective, hoarding fertilizer raw materials will have no less appreciation potential than hoarding gold, and Nanchuhua’s storage method is to bury it in shallow ground, making it very easy to dig it out. Once the international fertilizer price soars, the raw materials can be dug out at any time and turned into finished fertilizer products, without missing any opportunity.
"It's difficult. The production can't keep up." Deepak frowned and said, "Adam, we need to increase our purchasing channels and purchase large quantities of phosphate and potassium chloride from international sources."
"Why go so far away? There is flint-calcium phosphate mine in the Chab area of ​​Madhya Pradesh. Although the quality is a bit low, it is cheaper to mine it yourself than to purchase it from outside. As for potash mines..."
Nan Yi thought for a moment and said, "You can go to Laos to bid for the mining rights of potash mines. I know that there is a very easy-to-mine potash mine in Dongtai, Khammouane Province, Laos. Laos is in the process of reform and opening up, and its attitude towards foreign investment is relatively friendly. Now is a good time to invest there."
"Mine it ourselves? Wouldn't the initial investment be too high?" Deepak hesitated.
"How can there be output without input? Whether it is phosphate or potassium chloride, the overall trend of international prices is rising. If we do not have our own source of raw materials, we will easily be controlled by others in the future and forced to buy raw materials at high prices."
Lord Shiva already has more than 4 billion rupees of idle funds in his account, so it is a bit inappropriate to propose dividends now . Nan Yi can only guide him to invest the money, and it would be best if it were invested outside of India.
Nan Yi will not leave heavy assets in India. Bit by bit, like ants moving house, it will move all the idle funds in India away. The first step is to steadily recover the invested funds, and then slowly transfer the profits of each year.
The basic idea is to take the profits away with you, and if you encounter a situation where you need to reinvest heavily, you can borrow money from local Indian banks, even if the interest rate is a little higher, even if it requires under-the-table expenses.
Whether it is the Labor Group or the Shiva Group, they will become highly indebted enterprises in the near future. After deducting the bank loans, there will be only a few dollars left, which is neither worth eating nor a pity to throw away.
Moreover, in order to prevent some people from not paying attention to the immediate value of the two groups but focusing on future profitability, Nanyi must also extend the industrial chains of the two groups beyond India. If it wants to form a closed loop of the industrial chain, it must connect India and abroad, and the key links must be established abroad. Nanyi has the ability to strangle the closed loop at any time.
"Adam, I need to discuss this with Vajpayee uncle. We must consider the feelings of his group in any decision we make," Deepak said.
"Of course, that's what should be done."
The conversation between the two about the Shiv Sena Group came to an end. The profits mainly depended on the Vajpayee Group, so naturally, their opinions had to be fully sought for any major decisions.
"Would you like to visit your land?"
"good."
As you approach the fields of Ganges Village, you can see rice, finger millet, mung bean, jute, sesame and small sugarcane fields. As you approach the second village, endless cotton fields appear before your eyes. They are bare with only patches of green. Farmers can be seen bending over and pulling weeds on the ridges.
This is the land belonging to the labor group - the Mumbai Star Demonstration Field.
Cotton planting in Varanasi starts in March, when the cotton seedlings are cultivated, and then the actual planting begins in April. There are many fields but few farmers here, so the planting is not complete until late April.
"Adam, the cotton here is really good. Last year, the yield per acre was 417 kilograms." Deepak said with emotion.
[The cotton that farmers pick in the fields is called seed cotton, which contains cotton seeds. The cotton without the seeds is called lint cotton. The percentage of lint cotton obtained after ginning the seed cotton to the weight of the seed cotton is called lint fraction, which is generally between 33% and 40%, that is, 417 kilograms of seed cotton. The highest lint cotton yield is 333.6 kilograms, which is considered a very high yield.]
"No, last year's cotton clothing score was too low. I saw in the report the river dried up in July last year. Farmers used well water to irrigate their cotton fields. The well water was too cold and had too much salt. They irrigated too infrequently, and the fields suffered from both freezing and drought."
"We have no choice. We must first ensure that the rice fields are irrigated. If the harvest fails, people in the village will starve to death, and the Dalits and Shudras will rebel." Deepak said quietly, "Adam, you can exploit the farmers in the village, but you can't let them starve. This is the bottom line. If you break it, there will be big trouble."
"I see."
Nan Yi nodded, walked into the field, came to a cotton seedling and observed it for a while, then dug up the soil next to the cotton seedling to feel the moisture of the soil underneath.
I raised my head and looked around, and saw a farmer squatting in a field a few hundred meters away. Judging from his posture, he should be taking a shit. I lowered my head and walked around the field, and found a lot of dried feces on the ridges.
Walking back to the ridge, Nan Yi said to Deepak, "Deepak, randomly select farmers of all ages, both male and female, and ask them to go to your hospital to test their urine and feces. I will settle the cost with you."
"Haha, Adam, are you farming or doing scientific experiments? You take such meticulous care of it."
Deepak saw all of Nan Yi's actions. Of course he understood why Nan Yi suddenly asked for urine and feces tests.
"As we fool the land, the land will fool us in the same way. As you said, the farmers will be in big trouble if they go hungry."
"Haha, I should tell my tenants to take care of the fields as they would their husbands," Deepak said with a smile.
"NO, it should be like taking care of a god."
As they were talking, they walked to the river, which was the main source of irrigation water for the village's farmland. After they stopped and glanced into the river, they saw several children catching apple snails in the river. The wicker baskets were already more than half full, which looked like they weighed more than 20 kilograms.
Indians like to eat apple snails and are not afraid of the parasites in them. It is not because of their race, but is actually related to their cooking method. They first boil them for an hour, then heat oil in a pan and stir-fry with various seasonings. No parasite can resist this kind of tossing and turning.
The situation is different in the food-loving country next door. After the golden apple snail was introduced as an economic snail, chefs quickly developed various ways of eating it that revolve around the word "fresh", such as serving it cold, eating it with fresh dips, and at most making it spicy, and it only takes a few seconds to get it out of the pot.
No matter what cooking method you use, there is one very important rule: it must not be fully cooked. If it is overcooked, the taste of the apple snail will be like chewing a rubber band, and diners will curse and smash the store.
Not fully cooked is equivalent to the survival of the fittest for the Angiostrongylus nematodes in the golden apple snails. Those that can survive the high temperature are the elites in the Angiostrongylus nematode population. They have a nice name "Dean, I'll give you a sister-in-law". Isn't it true that once the Angiostrongylus nematodes enter the human body, they go straight to the brain, and the hospital ICU is immediately full.
The payment counter kept ringing with "18,000, 18,000". The purchasing department called the software company and scolded them, "What the hell is this? Can it be done? The amount can only show 10 zeros. Who are you looking down on? Ah, who are you looking down on? Change it, change it immediately, change it to 18, no, 80 zeros."
The protruding stones on the river bank are covered with densely packed pink particles, one handful after another. These are the eggs of the golden apple snail, which are in large pieces and have not been damaged at all. The children in the river must know that they will be their future delicacies and must not disturb them.
"Is the water flow normal this year?" Nan Yi retracted his gaze and turned to say.
"It's still normal now. We'll see how it goes in June. " Deepak looked at his watch. "Adam, dinner time is almost here."
"Okay, let's go back."
Nan Yi stayed in Ganges Village for two days. On the second day, he was still working in the fields. Last year, the seed cotton yield was considerable but the lint percentage was not high, which was not suitable for satellite launches. This year, the lint cotton yield must be high enough to launch satellites. Bombay No. 1 is still waiting to recover the investment and make a lot of money.
When leaving Varanasi, Deepak was accompanied by Nanyi, and together they went to the Pulsar motorcycle factory in Mumbai.
I don’t know what the Shancheng Machine Tool Factory was thinking. The deputy director stationed in Mumbai turned out to be the chief engineer Zhao Xuebiao. He also had an assistant, who was the waiter at the guesthouse, Lu Yi, who was a very heavy drinker.
Zhao Xuebiao has some skills, but they are only in terms of technology. He knows nothing about business. Lu Yi is very good at dealing with the ways of the world, but this is Mumbai, not a mountain city. No matter how much she twists her hips, no one will fall for her tricks.
Fortunately, Deepak maintained his composure and did not eat in an ugly way, otherwise, the Shancheng Machine Tool Factory would have been kicked out long ago.
In the production workshop, Nan Yi met Zhao Xuebiao and Luo Huan.
The head of Ganfeng Technology had been looking for a suitable person for a long time but failed to find one. In late October last year, Nan Yi changed his mindset and stopped looking for elite talents and instead looked for people with connections. He screened the people he knew and finally chose Luo Huan.
It just so happened that Luo Huan's axle business was average, with annual profits of only about four million. Nan Yi called him a few times and then called him over.
Luo Huan can continue with his own business. As soon as he takes office at Ganfeng Technology, his annual salary will start from 5 million. Dividends and shares can be negotiated next year and the year after. The ratio will definitely not be low. With such favorable conditions, of course people are willing to come.
"Mule."
"Hey, isn't this the boss? Why are you here to comfort me, a worker fighting on the front line?" Luo Huan listened to Nan Yi's shout, withdrew his eyes from the "motorcycle", and looked over in the direction of the voice.
Nan Yi walked up to Luo Huan and punched him in the chest. "Stop it. If you want to call me Nanzai, keep calling me Nanzai. If you want to call me Lao Nan, that's fine too. Just don't call me Boss."
"Hahaha." Luo Huan laughed, picked up a trademark plate from the side, and flicked his fingers. "Look, it's a Siberian tiger. Isn't it domineering?"
Nan Yi took the nameplate and looked at the Siberian tiger pattern on it. The tiger looked like a flying tiger pouncing on its prey, which was very domineering. He suddenly felt that it was a bit insulting to the Siberian tiger to hang this nameplate on the "motorcycle" of Ganfeng Technology.
"Haha, not bad, very good. With this brand, our motorcycle sales will definitely not be bad." Nan Yi handed the nameplate back to Luo Huan and said with a smile: "How is the development of the car going?"
"Hey, it's not like this." Luo Huan pointed to a 28-inch truck next to him and said.
Following Luo Huan's pointing, Nan Yi walked towards the 28-inch bicycle he had just seen. This 28-inch bicycle had been modified. A low-displacement motorcycle engine was installed on the tripod near the footrest. A long fuel tank was screwed to the crossbar. There was also a headlight on the front of the car. The lamp surface was shiny and reflective. A leather pad was installed on the backpack rack, which made people feel comfortable when sitting on it.
After looking at it for a while, Nan Yi took out the foot starter lever, stepped on it a few times, and started the "Siberian Tiger Motorcycle". He listened to the sound of the engine, climbed on the car, and flicked the clutch on the handlebar. The motorcycle drove out with thick smoke.
The motorcycle was driving on the flat test field, and Nan Yi's body was shaking from the thighs to the neck. He deliberately found an uneven road section to ride on, and his whole body shook even more violently, as if he was electrocuted.
After riding the bike back to the workshop, Nan Yi jumped off the bike and complained, "No, it's shaking too much. Not only can people not stand it, but the bike can't stand it either. The screws are about to be shaken off and the bike is about to fall apart. The suspension problem must be fixed. Also, how much fuel per 100 kilometers?"
"I have three steamed buns. I don't know how many you want."
"Stop talking nonsense." Nan Yi spat.
"You were the first to pull it. Do you think it can run 100 kilometers?" Luo Huan walked to the side of the car and patted the seat. "With such a small fuel tank, it's good enough to run 20 to 30 kilometers."
"Well, I'm asking nonsense. Saving fuel is not the key. The shock absorber problem must be solved. If the shaking is too severe, people will not buy it."
"Director Zhao has found a solution and is working on it."
"Well, hurry up and try to put the Siberian Tiger on the market before the National Day this year." Nan Yi said, and then added with a bit of regret: "Unfortunately, this thing doesn't have much technological content. As long as we can get the engine, we can do it. We can't eat it all by ourselves for long."
"I just think there's no point in doing it. If you didn't insist, I would have decided not to do it. It would be better to make electric bicycles than to produce this thing." Luo Huan said with a little dissatisfaction.
"Come on, the Second Factory has been producing the Forever DX-130 electric-assisted bicycle for many years. This year is the eighth year, and it has only made some noise in Shanghai. Only a few have been sold.
I tell you, the battery life is not good, electric bikes are too expensive, and it’s not yet time for them to become popular, otherwise you would think I wouldn’t think of making that thing.”
"If we don't make electric bicycles, there's no point in making power-assisted motorcycles. We know the business won't last long."
"This is an exploration of the OEM model. We at Ganfeng Technology focus on R&D, design and marketing. We want to use massive orders and strict quality control to promote the development of the country's manufacturing industry.
We don’t build our own production factories, but we want to solve the problems of domestic products being looked down upon, poor quality, and poor design.”
Nan Yi raised the index finger of his left hand, "Ten years, we will use ten years to improve business efficiency and cost-effectiveness to help domestic products improve their products and designs. What we want to do at Ganfeng Technology is high-end products, and what we want to do at Ganfeng Technology is high-tech.
Today we are making power-assisted motorcycles. Tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, we may be making robots, highly intelligent, multi-purpose, high-EQ, flattering robots, called "Luo Dashazi", who will give flowers to your wife and praise her beauty when they see her, and will also say to your wife: I will help you keep a close eye on the mule and will definitely not let him have a ninth lover outside. "
"Go to hell, you only have 8 lovers." Luo Huan scolded with a smile.
"Okay, let's not talk about lovers. You still have to hurry up and take your energy away from the power-assisted motorcycle as soon as possible. Many factories are having a hard time because of triangular debts. There are also many companies that produce home appliances. Except for refrigerators, which are regulated by the state, everyone else is making other home appliances. The bicycle factory makes color TVs, the feed factory makes tape recorders..."
Nan Yi rubbed his hands and pointed outside. He and Luo Huan walked out and said, "Most of these production lines are just messing around. If they fail, they fail. Some are not. They have been serious about production and quality, but they have encountered various problems, resulting in poor sales of their products.
Electric fans are a typical example. The production process of this product is relatively simple and it is not difficult to make. In the past few years, many factories across the country have launched production lines. However, after a few years, some went bankrupt, some stopped production, and most of the remaining factories are not having a good time.
As a company rooted in high technology and with a strong sense of patriotism and national sentiment, we at Ganfeng Technology should help them.
From the perspective of science and technology, and from the perspective of solving practical difficulties for the masses, we discover and solve the pain points of the masses in the summer. For example, in the south, in summer, the weather is hot and humid, and there are many mosquitoes. Many families use mosquito nets, which solve the problem of mosquitoes, but the mosquito nets bring about the inconvenience of using electric fans.
Whether it is a table fan, a floor fan or a ceiling fan, none of them can effectively blow wind into the mosquito net. So why can't we produce a small ceiling fan?
Hang a hook on the top of the bed, pass the hook through the mosquito net, and hang the ceiling fan on top of the mosquito net. In this way, the problem of fanning and mosquitoes can be solved at the same time, and a small ceiling fan saves more electricity. "
Nan Yi said as he took a stack of information from the school beauty and handed it to Luo Huan, "Take it back and study it carefully. These are the information I collected on fan technology. You can take your time to read the others. As for the information on three-blade and five-blade fans, absorb it as soon as possible. This is inspired by airplane propellers and is an absolute high-tech achievement.
The day after tomorrow is May Day, summer is coming soon, and this year there will be the Barcelona Olympics, and we at Ganfeng Technology want to present a gift to the people of the country and to the Olympic athletes.”
"Do you mean to make fans?" Luo Huan asked, flipping through the information in his hand.
"You are wrong. What we want to make is high-tech fans. We at Ganfeng Technology want to change the world and change our lives..."
Luo Huan said, "I say, Lao Nan, can you please stop talking about technology all the time? Ganfeng Technology is not high-tech, and it has nothing but some money."
Nan Yi patted Luo Huan on the shoulder and said, "My comrade Luo Huan, remember this: only when you fool yourself can you fool others. Today, Ganfeng Technology may not be a high-tech enterprise; tomorrow, Ganfeng Technology will make money and invest in various research and development; the day after tomorrow, Ganfeng Technology will become a veritable high-tech enterprise."
"Okay, I was fooled by you."
"Fuck you, 5 million a year, you're still trying to fool me."
“No money.”
The two chatted for a while, and Nan Yi explained some things and left. He did not invite Luo Huan to Peacock Villa. He had no time to greet him as Nan Yi still had a lot of things to do.
The next day.
Nan Yi went to his "mother-in-law's house" again. His father-in-law Sonu was not there. He is the chairman of Sesagoa. If there is nothing going on in Mumbai, he will stay in Goa for a long time.
My mother-in-law, Sayila, was there. She was a senior executive at VSNL Communications and her office was in Mumbai.
Last July, India proposed a set of new economic policies characterized by reform and opening up, which Finance Minister Man Singh called "India's Second Revolution":
1. Cancel or relax various economic controls, encourage domestic and foreign capital to establish new enterprises and improve economic efficiency;
2. Implement market liberalization and introduce competition mechanism;
3. Eliminate all unnecessary fiscal subsidies, reform the tax system, and reduce the fiscal deficit;
4. Reform the management system of state-owned enterprises and implement partial privatization;
5. Reform the banking and financial system;
6. Establish an urban social security system and accelerate the implementation of rural poverty alleviation programs.
In general, the goal of this new economic policy is to implement economic liberalization and globalization and transform the original semi-regulated economy into an export-oriented market economy.
This is how the policy was promulgated, with the provisions written in black and white, but the actual implementation may not be the case.
When Nan Yi saw the detailed clauses last year, he vaguely realized that a new powerful class in India would rise, and the door for the lower castes to climb up was opened a little bit, but only a tiny bit, and only the ruthless and lucky ones could climb up by chance.
In any case, India has implemented reform and opening up, and there have been significant changes and developments in the economy.
Last year, India’s electronics ministry broke the impasse by creating a company called Software Technology Park of India (STPI), which is owned by the government and can provide VSAT communications (very small aperture satellite terminals) without violating its monopoly.
STPI has established software technology parks in different cities, providing each city with satellite links for company use, as well as wireless communications for local links, which means that India is already laying its own satellite communication network.
Also last year, VSNL launched the Gateway email service, and just a few days ago launched a 64 kbit/s leased line service, and will soon launch a visible scale of commercial Internet access, which means that Indians can already send emails to each other, and ordinary citizens will soon be able to dial up to the Internet.
The plan of Shiva Shencai has been delayed again and again. Now, the originally envisioned satellite data link plan can be abandoned. Dial-up Internet access can be used in a little while. Even if the 64K speed can only be reached half in actual use, it is enough to carry the transmission of lottery data. The only problem is that it requires segmented transmission in terms of technology.
Perhaps to make up for Nan Yi's Makar Sankranti festival, or to celebrate the Harvest Festival, Sayila prepared a table full of dishes for Nan Yi. The table was two meters by six meters, and it was filled to the brim with at least a hundred dishes.
However, Nan Yi wanted to curse. The Sharma family usually eats Western food, so why is it traditional Indian food today?
Two-thirds of the dishes on the table are shit-yellow in color. Most of them have a step of adding water and reducing the sauce during cooking. Putting aside the color, the sauce is similar to that of noodles.
Just a few days ago, Nan Yi reviewed the manure pit training in Montana, fighting, eating, etc. in the manure pit.
It should be said that Nan Yi has a very strong resistance to pickled food, but he has a different mood when facing the dishes on the table. During training, he tried his best to avoid eating pickled food, but now he has to take the initiative to get close to food that looks like pickled food. The discomfort is beyond words.
Saila placed a bowl of Roti in front of Nan Yi, and then moved a bowl of dipping sauce and placed it in front of him. Nan Yi took a look and saw large chicken wings and chicken legs in the dipping sauce, which might be curry chicken.
Nan Yi gritted his teeth and broke off a piece of Roti, dipped it in the curry chicken and put it in his mouth. It tasted really good, but the color was... Even if it was made blue, it would still be better than the shit yellow color it has now.
After eating a piece of Roti, Nan Yi moved the bowl to the side, took the plate of rice, picked up some colorful sauce and poured it on the rice, then ate it little by little with a spoon, simmering it slowly, waiting for his mother-in-law to speak.
After a while, the sound of nature rang out.
"Adam, the Tata Group is doing public relations in New Delhi. The Tata family wants to buy VSNL."
"Rao's cabinet won't sell it, will it?"
"It is unlikely to be sold. Although India has proposed reform and opening up, only some state-owned enterprises will be privatized, and telecommunications are not included in this scope. Maybe in a few years, when someone else takes power, VSNL will be sold. Adam, the future prospects of telecommunications are very good."
"Yes, I am also optimistic about the future of telecommunications." Nan Yi put down the spoon and looked up at Saila, "Madam, if VSNL is really sold in the future, I hope you can represent the Labor Group to conduct public relations and establish a telecommunications information company under our Labor Group with you as the core."
"I'm looking forward to this day." Saiyila said, and then immediately changed the subject, "Adam, you should spend more time in Mumbai and accompany Park Yaka to the cocktail party here in Mumbai."
"I am busy with some important investments right now. When I have time, I will fly to Mumbai frequently."
"Sonu is in Goa and Priyanka is not at home. Sometimes I feel lonely and it would be nice to have someone to accompany me," Saira continued.