Nan Yi was not so narcissistic as to think that Saila's words were an ambiguous hint. She was clearly trying to induce labor. He translated her words as follows: "Adam, you bastard, hurry up and give birth to a child with my daughter."
The clatter of Sayila's abacus was so loud that Nan Yi could hear it even in Moscow.
If Nan Yi and Priyanka really have a child, according to common sense, the child can only be raised in Mumbai and receive education from the Sharma family. In the future, the child will just inherit the business in India and even compete for the right of inheritance and covet all of Nan's assets.
At first glance, it seems that things are developing well along this trajectory. No matter who the child is close to in the future, it will definitely be Nan Yi's child. From Sayila's perspective, Nan Yi should be able to accept it.
In fact, Nan Yi couldn't quite accept it. First, he couldn't support them all. Now there were three, and in the near future there would be four. He could barely take care of them. If there was one more, he would be overwhelmed. Second, he felt uncomfortable with the fact that Priyanka used to be a love-brained person. He didn't want to have a son or daughter who was a love-brained person.
As for not taking good care of the child after birth, making the child feel like he has no father, Nan Yi can't do that. He will not let his own biological child be hidden in the dark, as if living in a single-parent family. The child can take the mother's surname, but cannot be without a father.
"Ma'am, give me a little more time."
"It's okay, Priyanka is still young." Saiyila picked up a bowl and handed it to Nan Yi, "Try this, it was my best dish when I was young."
"OK."
Nan Yi took the basin.
The meal lasted from noon to two in the afternoon. As soon as Nan Yi walked out of the Sharma family's villa, his mind started to work.
Nan Yi came to Sharma's house today both on his own initiative and by invitation. He originally planned to bring Priyanka with him at dinner time, but he received a call from Sayila last night, asking him to come to Sharma's house for lunch at noon, and asked Priyanka to go to her work and she didn't have to go.
It seems that Priyanka's various behaviors like a "good wife" in India are not her own intentions, but the result of the support of this good mother-in-law behind the scenes.
As expected, being born into a large family and influenced by the environment, he weighs 100 pounds but has a mind that weighs 99 pounds.
"It's easy to break a conspiracy, but it's hard to stop an open conspiracy."
From the moment Nan Yi agreed to establish a relationship with Priyanka, he stepped into the carefully laid out land of gentleness.
The Sharma family is thinking about Nan Yi, and Pabu Vaze is thinking about Nan Yi's son. All the causes and consequences are due to the labor group. It has developed too fast. When faced with a piece of fat cake, they first try to get a larger share and then try to embezzle it.
At around 2:40, Nan Yi arrived at the Labor Group Office in the Textile Center Building.
The Labor Group now has four subsidiaries: Dharavi Trading, Labor Food Company, Labor Real Estate, and Metropolitan Securities Company. There is also a land management department. This department is only nominally affiliated with the Labor Group, but is actually managed directly by Shennong Nanliang.
Dharavi trade is directly managed by the group's chairman, Chanda Kochha. It has currently merged and hijacked more than 70% of the leather and garment workshops in the Dharavi slum. It is no exaggeration to say that nearly 500,000 of the nearly 680,000 people in the Dharavi slum now rely on Dharavi trade for their livelihood.
Labor Food Company, managed by group vice president Priyanka, has now taken over all snack processing workshops in the Dharavi slums, hijacking the lives of nearly 80,000 people in the slum.
In addition, there are more than 200 snack processing workshops/factories in the north of Mumbai. Many of the snacks sold on the street stalls in Mumbai are semi-finished products provided by Labor Food.
I have to say that Priyanka is a ruthless woman. The reason why Labor Food has been able to develop so rapidly is that it used a lot of shady means during the expansion process.
They bribe the police and buy off the thugs. If the workshop owner doesn't sell the workshop and hand over the production method, they will be in trouble from both the black and white worlds.
However, behind Park Ya Ka, Nan Yi also saw the figure of Nan Ruoyin. Many of her methods were full of the ways of the Eight Banners descendants to torture people. He had never been to the capital and had not heard the rumors at the time. He could not use those methods at all. Even if he did, they were not so authentic.
When Nan Ruoyin was still young, her Aunt Yu told her many legends about her ancestors as bedtime stories. The little girl must have memorized them all.
Labour Properties is managed by Shajia Sharma, who was poached from Axis Bank. Shajia Sharma has already earned the title of Iron Lady in the Indian banking industry. It cost a lot to poach her to Labour Group. Not only does she receive a high salary of 10 million rupees per year, but she also enjoys management dividends from the moment she joins the company.
However, the high salary was not in vain. Shajia Sharma was indeed very capable. As soon as she joined the company, she facilitated the cooperation with the Godrej Group.
The Godrej Group is a large Mumbai group that was established nearly a hundred years ago. It is owned by the Godrej family and its businesses cover real estate, consumer products, industrial engineering, home appliances, furniture, security and agricultural products.
Especially in the real estate sector, this group has been operating since its establishment, and many good plots of land in Mumbai are in the hands of this group.
Metropolitan Securities is managed by Rakesh Jinjunwala, who is known as the Buffett of India and has a very sharp vision for long-term investments. After Vikram Pandit returned to New York, he left the mature Shockwave team to Rakesh Jinjunwala.
Currently, Sasser is stirring up trouble in the "mad cow disease" issue, but his reputation is not very loud and only a few people know him. This is because there is a very high-profile person in the mad cow disease market, Harshad Mehta, known as the "Big Bull".
BSE Stock Exchange is called Mad Cow Disease. You can imagine how heavy the title of Big Bull of Harshad Mehta is. The literal explanation is "King", the king of the BSE market.
The presence of a high-profile guy like Harshad Mehta is a blessing for an organization like Shockwave that does not want to be famous. All eyes are on Harshad Mehta, and they can easily fish in troubled waters.
In addition to stirring up trouble in the BSE stock market, Metropolitan Securities also invested in several companies: The Dhaba Indian restaurant chain, Mainland CN Chinese restaurant chain, and took over the Dabbawala Association, supporting one of its own to become the association's chairman. It is also slowly transforming the association and integrating same-city express delivery services into it.
Nan Yi sat in Chanda Kochha's office. He did not rush to ask about the group's business. Instead, he pulled up the customer statistics of Dabbawala and looked through them.
When dabbawalas deliver meals to office workers, they not only know which company the customers work for, where they work, and their basic salary level, but also where they live, how many people are in their family, whether their wives are pretty, how old their children are, and other information. With this data, they can very accurately push matching product advertisements to them, such as investment and financial products.
After taking a quick look at the data, Nan Yi copied it out and planned to send it back to the mind control team and Huaiqing Research Institute for research and ask them to issue an analysis report.
The labor group is not linked to Nan's internal satellite network, and they cannot communicate with each other through the Internet. Currently, only Kochha has an internal satellite phone of Nan's. Among all the Indian employees, Nan Yi trusts Kochha the most, and the others are still a question mark.
After copying the information, Nan Yi turned off the computer, took out a folder from his bag and handed it to Kochha, "There are 10 styles of leather jackets in total. I need at least 10,000 pieces of each style before September. The more the first three styles, the better. Please evaluate them."
Kochha took the document and opened it. He first looked at the pattern of the leather jacket, then looked at the parameter description on the side. "Boss, the size is not specified on it."
"European size, one size is fine, supplied from Russia."
Kochhar estimated in his mind, "Boss, although the time is a bit tight, it's not a big problem. The workshop in Dharavi will definitely be happy to work overtime."
"That's good. We can ship once we have 5,000 pieces. Although summer in Russia is the off-season for leather jackets, there is still a market for them. Also, we must do a good job of quality control so as not to damage our reputation."
"Boss, you can rest assured that the workshops in Dharavi won't dare to hand over inferior goods." Kochha said confidently.
"Very good." Nan Yi nodded. "The Harvest Festival is here, and I should give you a gift. Everyone has a dream house that they want to own. If you don't mind, let me help you turn this dream into reality."
"Really? Boss, I have very high requirements for my dream house." Kochha smiled.
"I'm not afraid of high demands. As long as it's achievable, I will definitely help you achieve it."
"Thank you, Boss."
"You're welcome. If you draw the sketch earlier, you can start building your dream house earlier." Nan Yi raised his left hand and looked at his watch. "Let's call everyone to have dinner together in the evening, and have a meeting again at 9:30 tomorrow."
I had meals, attended meetings, and met with United Cement Chairman Neeraj Akuri, Independent Trade Union Chairman Rana Savan, Mumbai Mayor Prabhu Vaze, and Mumbai Police Commissioner Arip Patnek one by one to maintain relationships, and four or five days passed quickly.
Then, Nan Yi went to Glory Peacock and inspected the production plant. He also visited Sun Pharmaceuticals and Ranbaxy Laboratories, in which Glory Peacock had a stake. The whole tour took another three days.
On May 8, when Nan Yi took care of all the industries in India, he began to care about her relationship with Priyanka.
During these days in Mumbai, although the two slept in the same bed, there was no intimacy. Nan Yi thought that since the two had established a relationship recognized by the partners, they should not be awkward and make their relationship more harmonious. At least he should make a gesture to move things forward.
Before the labor group got off work, Nan Yi was waiting at the entrance of the Textile Center Building. He came to pick up Priyanka, empty-handed, without flowers, chocolates, or any other surprises.
Nan Yi read the newspaper himself and asked the tiger cub to stare at the gate. After waiting for about twenty minutes, Priyanka came out.
After getting off the car, Nan Yi waved to Priyanka.
Priyanka was stunned for a moment, with surprise on her face, and then she walked to Nan Yi, "Master, why are you here?"
[Master here does not mean the same as a servant calling a master, but rather means the owner, the owner of something. In India, it is a respectful title used by wives to address their husbands, indicating that they are an appendage of their husbands (I belong to you).]
"I'll take you to dinner. Do you have any romantic restaurant recommendations?" Nan Yi leaned forward and took the bag from Priyanka's hand.
"Chariot."
"Um, which street?" Nan Yi said, making a gesture with his hand to invite Priyanka to get in the car.
When they got into the car, Priyanka said, "In Malabar Hill."
"OK, let's go there."
The status of Malabar Hill in Mumbai is like the halfway point of Xiangkeng. More than a hundred years ago, the rich people in Mumbai liked to build their own houses on Malabar Hill. It was a place where rich people gathered.
However, the top families did not live there. They had similar ideas to Nan Yi, and did not like to live next to others. Good location and commuting time were not within their consideration. What they cared about was a place that was big enough to accommodate hundreds of servants, surrounded by mountains and rivers, with birds singing and flowers blooming.
After going up the mountain, under Priyanka's guidance, the car stopped not far from the sky garden, an independent building with glass walls as the main structure. There was the white word "Auriga" above the gate, and above the words there were five golden five-pointed stars arranged in a pentagonal pattern. It should be Auriga, one of the constellations in the northern sky, which fits the name of the restaurant perfectly.
Nan Yi got out of the car first, walked around, went to the other side, opened the door, and got out of the car with Priyanka.
"Thanks."
Priyanka was delighted with Nan Yi's behavior. Although she knew that her union with Nan Yi was a marriage of convenience, as a love-minded woman, how could she not want the benefits to not be too explicit? Wrapping them in a layer of romance would make her feel better.
After Priyanka got out of the car, Nan Yi immediately took her hand and walked towards the restaurant door.
Under the guidance of the waiter, they sat down at a table with a good position. Nan Yi gave the right to order to Priyanka. After she ordered, Nan Yi asked, "Do you want to go to the movies later?"
"I don't want to go. The environment in the cinema is too bad." Priyanka shook her head.
"Oh, how about going back to watch some videos? When I got here, I bought a few tapes. They're all good movies."
“Are there any romance movies?”
"have."
"Then go back and watch the video."
"good."
After having dinner in a somewhat charming atmosphere, the two returned to Peacock Villa. After washing up separately, they met again in the large empty corridor next to the bedroom.
The area is over 300 square meters, with only a . When the lights are turned off, the large space falls into darkness, with only a little light coming from the TV. The atmosphere is a little weird.
However, the film they watched was "The Lover", a love story between a Chinese man and a French woman set in Vietnam, an art film directed by a French director.
Generally speaking, French art films always push the atmosphere towards ambiguity, whether in the camera or outside the camera, in the large empty space, the film resonates, and a story that should have happened happens.
The occurrence of a story made Nan Yi realize that there was not a very deep story between Priyanka and her original Dalit boyfriend, and they did not experience a soul collision.
Therefore, Nan Yi, who originally planned to complete the ceremony and leave Mumbai immediately, was delayed. He wanted to give Priyanka a few days to do what lovers should do.
Priyanka said she had never taken a train before, so Nan Yi took her to Victoria Railway Station for a spontaneous trip without a destination. They randomly got off in Pune and wandered through alleys and lanes that were slightly better than the slums.
On the way, Priyanka would talk about how before the elopement incident, she seldom went to the north of the city, and every time she went there she would go secretly with her classmates, and she would only go to the more prosperous areas in the north of the city, and would not go deep into the living areas in the north of the city, let alone the slums.
When Priyanka mentioned elopement, Nan Yi took her to visit the place where a family who had a job but a meager income lived in Mumbai, and told Priyanka about the life she might have experienced.
"See that hat that man is wearing?"
Standing next to a family's hut, Nan Yi pointed at the hat on the man's head.
“Yes.”
"That's the hat that a dabbawala wears when working. It's obvious that the man is a dabbawala. The income from this job is not high, but it is stable. Having a stable job can surpass most people in Mumbai, 50%, maybe 55%. There is no doubt that this man is a successful person among the Mumbai immigrants.
I am not trying to discourage you. If you had successfully eloped and stayed true to your original lover, you would now be unkempt, with chapped hands and a waist twice or three times thicker than it is now. You would be surrounded by three or four children, who would chase you for food, and you would have nothing in your hands, and could only look forward to your lover returning with food soon.
"Can we not talk about this? My love is you," Priyanka said softly.
"Okay, we'll stay here today. We'll go to this 'luxury hotel' where young lovers need to empty their pockets to stay."
After asking someone for directions, Nan Yi and Priyanka went to the gate of a school in Pune. After waiting for a while, they met a boy with cunning eyes.
"Hadisin, come here."
Hadisin was the child that Nan Yi bought from the slave market. Having spent his childhood on the edge of crime, he learned to read people's expressions early on and was as slippery as a loach. In some ways, he was a bit like Nan Yi.
Since this kid was settled in Pune, he has been left alone. A Cha would come over twice a year to do record evaluation, and usually would ask his subordinates to deliver living expenses once a month.
After that meeting at the slave market, Nan Yi and Hardin never met again, but Nan Yi believed that the other party would never forget the person who gave him food.
Hadixin had just seen Nan Yi and his group and recognized who Nan Yi was. After hearing the call, Hadixin said something to the people behind him and then ran towards Nan Yi.
"BOSS."
"Smart boy." Nan Yi patted Hadishin's forehead, very satisfied with the other party's address to him, "Who are those guys? Are they your classmates or your subordinates?"
Hardisin's eyes flickered, "Classmate."
"Ha, classmate." Nan Yi turned to the tiger cub and shouted in Hindi: "Take him away and torture him severely."
"Men, men."
After hearing Nan Yi's words, Hadishin quickly told the truth.
Nan Yi patted Hadishin's forehead again, a little harder than before, "Don't lie to me in the future. You can recruit me as a subordinate, but don't ask for trouble. I don't want to come to collect your body next time we meet."
"Yes, Boss."
Hardisin responded with a playful smile.
Nan Yi leaned close to Hadixin's ear and lowered his voice and said, "Do you know where lovers here will book a room?"
Hardisin nodded.
"Take me there."
Hardin led Nan Yi and his group around and around. After more than ten minutes, they arrived at a relatively busy street. Passing by a clothing store, Hardin stood in front of a glass door and said, "This is it, Boss, do you want to visit?"
"No, I want to stay overnight."
Through the glass door, Nan Yi took a look at the decoration inside the hotel. It looked more upscale than the guesthouses operated by foreigners in China, but far inferior to hotels. It was about the same level as the hotels in the corners of the city that were priced at around 40 yuan a night in China ten years later.
When Hadesin heard Nan Yi's words, he looked at Priyanka beside Nan Yi, then turned his gaze to Nan Yi, "Boss, we can't live here."
"Why?" Nan Yi asked curiously.
"The boss here has connections with the police. When someone comes to 'book a room' he will tell the police, and the police will come and blackmail them."
"All? Or do you choose based on the person?"
“Not everyone, those who wear nice clothes or carry backpacks,” said Hadisin.
"A college student?"
"Yes."
Nan Yi understood that when college couples came here to book a room, the hotel owner would inform the black police, and then the black police would come to arrest prostitutes. No matter what the relationship was or what the nature was, as long as they broke into the room and trapped the couple in bed, they would accuse them of a crime. If they took a few photos, they would make a lot of money.
In India, it is extremely difficult for a civilian family to provide support for a college student. The arrested person cannot bear the consequences of the "crime" being spread. Their families are the same. They cannot afford to see the college student they have raised with great difficulty changing the family's destiny and cannot afford the consequences of his or her child's premature death.
With such a big and obvious weakness, the black police can take advantage of it at will and squeeze every penny out of the two families. If the woman is attractive, there may be a story of being available on call and delivering the goods to the door.
"Hadisin, thank you for telling me this." Nan Yi nodded to Hadisin, then hit him hard on the forehead, "However, you shouldn't know about this kind of thing, don't use your cleverness in the wrong place.
"If you recruit a few men and do some sneaky stuff, you will never have the chance to move to the south of the city... Ah, with your intelligence, you might be able to live there for a while, and then one day, maybe the police or someone else will rush to where you live and shoot you to death."
Nan Yi said, took out his wallet, pulled out a wad of money and handed it to Hadi Xin, "Tomorrow, I mean tomorrow, you are not allowed to leave today. Tomorrow, go to the south of the city to visit the big shopping malls, go to the rich area, and see how the rich people there live.
If you have the ability, go and find out how they live their current lives. I believe that it is absolutely impossible to live the life you have now.
Did you hear that clearly? "
"Yes, Boss."
The playful smile was no longer on Hadisin's face. Instead, he looked serious and solemn.
"Go ahead."
Hadisin's childhood experiences were like Jiang Xiaoyu growing up in the Valley of Evil. It was impossible to expect him to grow up to be a good person, and the evil spirit in him could not be removed.
However, Nan Yi does not need the subordinates of a criminal gang leader. He hopes that Hadisin can grow up in the gray area, keep in touch with people in the black area, and be able to find people at any time when he needs to do something, but he must always keep himself half-white and half-black.
This kind of Hadisin is exactly what Nan Yi needs. He is worthy of his investment and dedication, and also worthy of Hadisin, walking on the edge of the cliff without falling into the abyss.
The news about Hadisin made Nan Yi give up the idea of ​​staying in the hotel. Knowing that he might get into trouble and diving in without much benefit, he was the kind of person who would do something like the protagonist in a novel or a 17 or 18-year-old.
Nan Yi imagined a scene where he and Priyanka were broken into, photographed, and locked in a cage; he threatened the corrupt police, then called someone to shake out the big shot behind the corrupt police;
The big shots bowed and scraped before him, and the black policeman was so frightened that he trembled like a sieve and slapped himself in the face and begged for mercy; he looked down on the world, looked down on people, was serious and said righteously: "I'm telling you, don't bully the yellow people."
However, he was handsome and unrestrained, and he left the police station like a flower blossoming and a car driving by; the policewoman's eyes lit up, her heart beat wildly, she fell in love with him at first sight, offered herself to him, and undressed;
He, black card checks, shopping with his daughter, buying clothes, pretending to be slapped in the face, running with his four children, pretending to be slapped in the face, choosing a golden house, pretending to be slapped in the face, classmates’ reunion, pretending to be slapped in the face, meeting with relatives and friends, pretending to be slapped in the face;
Legendary and romantic, monuments are erected and biographies are written, people eat melons, read by lamplight at night, are intoxicated, applaud, sigh, and regret that they are not Nan Yilang...
They couldn't stay in a hotel and couldn't find any other decent place to stay in Pune, so Nan Yi and his friend decided to go camping in the Western Ghats.
The scenery of the Western Ghats is not very good, but the flora and fauna are very rich. I found a guide in a nearby village and walked around the halfway point of the mountain. I got a lot of wild fruits, including mangoes, pineapples, blackberries, and coconuts. I also shot a wild boar on the way back to the camp.
In the stream flowing down from the top of the mountain, Nan Yi and Priyanka caught a lot of fish, shrimps and crabs. Nan Yi also picked up a few snakes. There are many snakes in the Western Ghats, and there are many species. There is no need to catch them. You can just pick them up after you finish picking them.
While lighting a fire in the camp to cook, the guide caught a creature that Nan Yi had never seen before and showed it to them. It was really strange. The creature was purple all over, a sticky lump, covered with mud, had a pig nose and a ball of meat, a fat beer belly, short and thick limbs, and shifty eyes. Looking at the head, it looked a bit like a turtle's head. Another word to describe it is "ugly", extremely ugly.
Although Nan Yi had never seen the thing in front of him, he could be sure that it belonged to the frog family. It had obvious characteristics: it could croak, its back would bulge, and its belly would expand to the left and right.
Nan Yi asked the guide whether this kind of frog was common in the Western Ghats. After receiving a negative answer, he solemnly found a lunch box with an air hole to put it in, and then solemnly handed it to two Dalit female soldiers, asking them to deliver it to Luban Forestry in Assam.
The discovery of a new species may bring unexpected gains. The frogs in front of us are not easy to see, which only means that they live in relatively hidden places, such as deep water, underground rivers, and underground. Nan Yi has already associated it with precious metal mines and biopharmaceuticals in his mind.
If you can't get in touch with it, heat up some oil in a pan and eat it like a giant dugong.
After the episode, Nan Yi and Priyanka sat on a lounge chair to watch the sunset together. Mei Zhengyi called two people to help deal with the wild boar. The tiger cub first sprinkled snake-killing essential oil on the periphery of the camp, and then placed a small solid block of snake-killing extract at a distance.
Nan Yi had long been aware of the role of Shemiemen, so naturally he would not remain indifferent. The Third Biopharmaceutical Research Institute had previously conducted research on it, but in addition to its role in repelling snakes, no ingredients that could effectively control snake venom were found in its extracts. Apart from making a little for self-use, it was not mass-produced.
However, Buer Pharmaceutical has found a recipe for treating ringworms in ancient medicines and has improved it into an ointment. In the future, it should purchase the mature fruits of the Shemiemen plant (Cassia seed) for use as medicine.
Half of the sky over the Western Ghats gradually turned from white to red, as if a group of girls in white clothes had heard the brother's love words, their cheeks flushed with shyness. The sun set in the west, and the paintbrush painted across the sky, the pink turned into orange, one curve after another, converging into layers of mountains.
A small hand wandered on Nan Yi's chest, moving up and up, with fingers hanging and rubbing on Nan Yi's lips, then quickly moving down and reaching in from the hem of his T-shirt...
A big hand slapped the small hand through the T-shirt, and a complaining voice sounded, "That's enough, it's not dark yet."
The shyness of the sky fell, crackling, all on Priyanka's face.