Volume 8 Final Chapter Chapter 1254: It's not an onion, it's politics
Nan Zehang still listened to Nan Yi a lot. He took a nap until after three o'clock, changed his equipment and went to Dongdan North Field.
Dongdan is a streetball mecca in the eyes of streetball kids. There are usually many high-level streetball players playing here, usually on the field next to the public toilets.
Nan Zehang bought a ticket and went straight to the highest level half. He stood at the edge of the court, put on his Bluetooth headphones, and began to enjoy the bullfighting match with good confrontation and many small moves.
While admiring, he was also considering whether he was qualified to go up and fight in the wild. The result soon came out, he was definitely not qualified. He was either being treated with courtesy and care, or being knocked to the ground. No matter how good his physical fitness was, it was useless because of his age and weight. How could he be compared with the best adults?
Nan Zehang actually likes playing basketball very much, but he seldom goes to courts outside to play in China. He usually goes to a gymnasium and reserves half a court to practice by himself.
There was no way out. He started at a high point. As soon as he started playing basketball, Nan Yi took him to Rock Park. Most of the people he played with were black guys who regarded entering the NBA as the best career path in life. They were all four or five years older than him.
He was born among the best players of his age, so he was not willing to play with the little emperor who had six backers and might cause family feuds if he got hurt. He was not good at challenging people of different ages, because no one who knew how to play would be willing to play with a little kid like him.
Neither up nor down, he can only play by himself.
After watching the game for a while and hearing a lot of swear words that couldn't be blocked by the Bluetooth headphones, Nan Zehang saw a woman coming to the next half of the health club, so he hurried over.
It’s good that a girl came, he may have a chance to play.
As long as women are a little more outgoing and generous, they can usually get the ball to play. Men should always be a bit gentlemanly. But playing with women is boring. The opponents dare not defend too tightly, let alone have too much physical contact. No matter how good your level is, you can't force the women to play, and you can only be a passing machine on the court.
The woman today was pretty. As Nan Zehang just walked to the edge of the half court, she had already formed a team with two other men. Seeing this, Nan Zehang quickly put down his bag, took out a basketball from it and started showing off his skills - high-post dribbling, low-post dribbling, dribbling between the hips, dribbling and turning around, etc. During this time, he did not forget to lift up his vest to show off his eight-pack abs.
Nan Zehang waited until everyone on the sidelines had seen his show before he walked over to the two young men in yellow and white jerseys who probably hadn't formed a team yet, and said, "Brother, take me with you. I'll be in charge of fucking that girl."
The two young men were stunned for a moment, and the man in the yellow shirt said, "We can take you, but we have to make it clear that we are waiting for a friend, and we won't take you if he comes."
"OK."
There is no need to introduce yourself when forming a temporary team to play basketball. You will naturally become familiar with each other.
While warming up, Nan Zehang looked at the female player he was going to play against, wondering if she could withstand his impact.
If you want to enter the highest level of basketball, physical fitness is the most important thing, and technology has to be put aside. The goal-oriented black players are all strong and healthy. When he first arrived at Rock Park, Nan Zehang would be knocked away five or six times in a game. It was only after strengthening his physical training and practicing boat fist that he became better and could withstand the impact. After a while, he could even use his body to bully the weaker black players.
Dongdan is a holy place after all. Even the players who play health-preserving ball are not too bad. Playing five balls with a faster pace, one team can be defeated in three or four minutes. There are five teams in total. The two new teams will take turns again. After more than ten minutes, the team with the female players will come on the court.
It's true that the female player played quite well. She dribbled, laid up and shot very well. However, due to her gender, the young man opposite her only played symbolic defense, like a sieve, allowing the female player to rush forward. When it was his turn to attack, he was hesitant, and even if he had a chance to break through, he would choose to pass the ball.
Just like that, a strong team was beaten 5 to 2, and then it was Nan Zehang's team's turn.
Streetball has a very obvious characteristic or cultural symbol, which is trash talk. As soon as Nan Zehang enters the court, he immediately turns into a streetball player.
"Hey, female monkey, stay away from me and don't do a layup in front of me, or I'll knock you away."
The female golfer was amused when she heard this. "Whose little brat are you? You are so arrogant. I will teach you a lesson later."
Nan Zehang pulled his elbow pads and said disdainfully, "Tighten your belt, don't let me pull it down."
Without waiting for the female player to reply, the player in white jersey who was responsible for serving passed the ball to the player in yellow jersey, and then the player in yellow jersey passed the ball to Nan Zehang with care. Perhaps because he was afraid that Nan Zehang would not be able to withstand the force, he still hit the ground.
Nan Zehang received the ball, held it above his head with his left hand, and hooked his fingers with his right hand.
Provoked, the female player stretched out her right hand to steal the ball, but before she touched the ball, Nan Zehang turned his wrist and brought the ball to thigh height, then pushed the ball out, bent his waist, and dribbled the ball in a low position. The basketball switched between his two hands and kept passing between his crotch.
His body swayed left and right, and his center of gravity kept shifting. The female player followed his swaying and kept adjusting her position in small steps. When he adjusted his position too much to the right, Nan Zehang moved. Without any fancy moves, he just relied on his speed to pass the female player, and then used the European step to shake off the male player in the penalty area who was symbolically defending, and easily put the ball into the basket.
Then, he faced the female golfer, took off his hat and saluted, then raised his index finger and shook it.
Being provoked again, the female golfer was so angry that she almost exploded. She said fiercely: "Little brat, you will see what happens later."
An expert can tell whether a player has any skills with just one move. When the other four players saw what Nan Zehang did, they knew that this little brat could play. Then, looking at the female player's face, they tacitly gave the two of them the chance to play singles.
The ball was passed to the female player as expected, and the other four players moved to the other side of the half court, leaving most of the area free for Nan Zehang and the other two.
"Come on, female monkey, use your embroidery steps to pass me." Nan Zehang stuck to the female player, talking trash all the time, "Don't be a coward, come on, teach me how to be a man."
The female player became furious. She clapped the ball in her hands and looked at Nan Zehang with flaming eyes.
"You're getting angry now. You shouldn't be playing ball. You could be doing some cross-stitch at home. A female monkey is a female monkey. Why are you running onto the court? "
Basketball is barbaric. There is no such thing as gentleman basketball. Trash talk and small moves are weapons that are not acceptable on the court. They are a kind of psychological tactics. If you can't pass this level, you can't play professional basketball at all.
Xiao Hei is like this by nature, and with conscious training, he can turn trash talk into rap when he is in his teens. Nan Zehang was tortured by trash talk, from being completely defenseless to being evenly matched with his opponent, and he has become a master at trash talking.
After two and a half sentences of trash talk, the female player's mind became confused, her hands became messy, and the basketball became disobedient.
When the dribbling speed slowed down and the trajectory was captured, Nan Zehang rushed forward and grabbed the ball. A smile appeared on his face as he said jokingly, "I'm 138cm tall, and you're 167cm tall, you're 30cm taller than me, but I'm going to pull up in front of you. Watch out, I'm coming."
Before he finished speaking, Nan Zehang rushed towards the female golfer with the ball. When he was about to hit her, he stopped abruptly, protected the ball with both hands and lifted it up, and his whole body made a move as if to jump.
Seeing this, the female golfer jumped up subconsciously.
As soon as she jumped up, she saw Nan Zehang stuck to the ground with a fox-like smile on his face. Her ability to stay in the air was average, and before she could get angry, she had already reached the highest point and then fell down.
When the female player was halfway down, Nan Zehang jumped up from the spot. When he reached the highest point, he flicked the basketball with his left hand, and it flew towards the basket in a beautiful high parabola.
Swish!
A very crisp hollow sound of the ball entering the net was heard.
“What a beautiful shooting form.”
"This kid is not ordinary. The parabola is really high. Is it to prevent the tall guy from blocking his shot?"
"Jordan-style shooting, this kid is awesome, really awesome, his dribbling is no worse than ISO Zhao Qiang, and his shooting is accurate too. Hey, he looks only seven or eight years old, with this head, do you think this kid has a chance to become Sun Yue?"
While the other four were discussing, Nan Zehang picked up the ball from under the basket and walked to the side of the female player with an innocent smile on his face. "Pretty lady, don't be angry. Trash talk is just a tactic of my playing. It works well for you, doesn't it?"
The female golfer heard this and the anger accumulated in her stomach disappeared, "Little brother, call me again."
"Hehe, beautiful lady, do you have a boyfriend?"
"You want to pick me up?"
"Yes, young lady, you are so beautiful that any man would want to pick you up."
"Hahaha, I already have a boyfriend." The female golfer walked to Nan Zehang and touched his head. "Little brother, you are so cute. I like you. When we break up, I will let you know, okay?"
Nan Zehang said shyly: "Miss, I don't mind you having two boyfriends."
"Hahaha……"
Yan Rou, who had been watching Nan Zehang from the sidelines, saw this scene and couldn't help but sigh in her heart, "He is indeed the master's grandson. He has been lustful since he was a child."
After Yan Du retired, Yan Rou returned to the old villa from Fan Hongdou and was mainly responsible for Nan Zehang's safety.
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Bangalore.
After lunch, KiKi went back to the hotel first. Nan Yi did not leave in a hurry. He sat in his seat and studied the weather forecast report for a while, and then began to check the planting situation of Shennong Nanliang in countries surrounding India.
For Indians, onion is not just an essential vegetable for daily consumption; it is also politically involved.
In 1980, during the election period, onion prices soared, and the ruling BJP failed to control prices, causing public complaints. Indira Gandhi, leader of the opposition Congress Party, seized the opportunity to launch a political offensive.
When she ran for election, she did not wear any jewellery. Instead, she wore a necklace made of onions around her neck, which made voters think that their own interests were being damaged. They shouted the slogan: "A government that cannot control the price of onions has no right to control power." In the end, she won the election.
In October 1998, onion prices rose to 42 rupees per kilogram, triggering large-scale street protests and looting, and directly leading to the BJP's defeat in the subsequent New Delhi and several local assembly elections in Rajasthan.
In October 2005, the price of onions soared from 15 rupees per kilogram to 30-35 rupees, and the crisis broke out again, affecting an unprecedented range of people.
On the 22nd, the Hindustan Times published an article titled "Onions Bring Tears" criticizing the government for not paying attention to the national economy and people's livelihood. The Asian Century also published an article titled "Onion Price Rise, India Cries" on its front page, calling on the government to take measures as soon as possible to stabilize prices.
On the 23rd, the New Delhi Municipal Government announced that it would require all government vegetable stores to sell onions at a fixed price of 11.25 rupees per kilogram in the form of subsidies, and at the same time resolutely investigate and crack down on black market transactions. However, in government vegetable stores that abide by the pricing, the quality of onions is terrible and there are few customers.
At a private vegetable stall across the road, onions were still priced at 30 rupees per kilogram. Since then, some people have been stealing onions in the market.
On the 25th, a demonstration broke out in New Delhi. Angry people hung onions around their necks and on their heads, chanted slogans and expressed strong dissatisfaction. The opposition also threatened to take violent action if prices could not be curbed in the next few days.
Subsequently, the Indian government announced that it would immediately import 2,000 tons and 650 tons of onions from China and Pakistan respectively to meet urgent needs. This was also the first time in India's history that onions were imported from abroad.
In October 2010, the onion crisis broke out again. In November, the government announced a ban on onion exports, and at the end of December, the ban was upgraded from one month to an indefinite period.
But it still failed to stop the people's marches and protests. The opposition called on the people to launch an "Onion Revolution" to vote to overthrow Singh's Congress coalition government, and launched a demonstration of 20,000 people, paralyzing parts of New Delhi.
In the onion price hike in 2013, the retail price of onions in some places rose from 20 rupees per kilogram to 100 rupees per kilogram. Someone filed a public interest lawsuit with the Supreme Court, asking the government to regulate the prices of onions and other vegetables. The lawsuit was eventually rejected by the Supreme Court, and the judge gave a Buddhist advice: "Don't eat onions for two months, and the price will naturally drop."
A tiny onion can influence the rise and fall of the Indian Prime Minister because the onion crisis will affect the food security of the vast number of poor people in India and the vital interests of the vast number of farmers, behind whom stand the votes.
Take Maharashtra as an example. Its capital Mumbai is undoubtedly the financial center of India and the city with the most developed commercial activities. However, agriculture still occupies a major position. 65% of the population in the state is engaged in agricultural labor, which means 65% of the votes. Once there is a problem with onions, the incumbent government team will be held responsible.
This year is another election year. Although voting has just begun, everyone knows that Modi has the advantage and re-election is basically not a problem.
Nan should give him a gift.
After checking the planting information, Nan Yi contacted the legitimate defense agency and learned that Nan Youqiong was in Hong Kong Island, so he called him.
"onion."
"Modi?"
"Um."
"I have a plan. When Shennong Nanliang takes over the market, I will fly to New Delhi and the affordable onions will be ready in advance."
"Very well, I was worrying about nothing."
"No, I really need you to worry about me, old Adam."
Nan Yi thought for a moment and said, "I will go to Varanasi in a few days."
"Mr. Tiwedi's health is not very good. I asked Nanpotang to send someone to meet you in Varanasi."
"Well, what are you doing in Xiangkeng?"
"To see my daughter and my great-grandmother."
"uh-huh."
After ending the call with Nan Youqiong, Nan Yi calculated the time and headed to Hanusha.
It's no wonder that there are quite a few people in the Entrepreneur Club, about thirty of them, all of whom are young entrepreneurs in their prime. Through Zhang Dewen's introduction, Nan Yi got to know quite a few people, including those who were engaged in cross-border e-commerce, cash loans, games or other APPs, factories, trade, and more traditional catering.
There are people from all walks of life, and they are all different. The only thing they have in common is that they are not interested in Nan Yi's identity as an "expert". After Zhang Dewen introduced Nan Yi, others didn't care where he was a professor from, but just recognized his identity as an entrepreneur in India. Everyone also discussed the issues of the Indian market.
Since his identity as an expert was not recognized, Nan Yi could only absorb knowledge without giving it out. He gave up the idea of talking about geopolitics and listened attentively to other entrepreneurs sharing the difficulties they encountered.
When everyone was having a great time chatting, the cross-border e-commerce tigress Xue Xiaomin slowly landed at Campigona International Airport in the business jet of DGNIU.
Back then, Daguoniu, under the leadership of Nan Yi, started out in a mess, and anyone who could make money was stepped on. More than two years later, when Daguoniu had completed its initial accumulation, it began to adjust its business lines, and most of the station group businesses were stopped, leaving only SmartBox for global expansion; Wubaili was sold as a package to Wandou, and three years later, Wandou was sold as a whole to Maobao, creating the most sensational merger and acquisition case of the year.
Han Style had a wonderful seven or eight years, but then, the Han brand started to fail, so the business line began to adjust. Han brand continued to be promoted, and other brands without national or regional attributes were also created. They have always performed well and are the cash cow of Daguoniu.
It was only since last year that the domestic business began to shrink, several online stores were closed, and the remaining business was mostly connected with Ingrid Xu, while the overseas business began to expand.
From the very beginning, FOX Essential Oils aimed to become the number one essential oil brand in China, and it got off to a good start, suppressing the brands that began in the 1990s and earlier, in France, Germany, the United Kingdom and other countries that were up-and-coming brands.
Nan Yi is very familiar with the nonsense branding path. The tips he left for Xue Xiaomin are still playing a significant role now. No competitor has yet escaped his brand thinking circle, and each of them uses the strategies he can easily come up with.
MadeIn only operated its online store business for five years before it began to enter the cross-border e-commerce field. It took a route of expanding into multiple locations, establishing a new e-commerce platform every time its business expanded to a country. In India, it has a platform called NEWME that focuses on women's clothing.
At present, Du Wenhua is responsible for strategic direction control, overall management, and government relations liaison, while Xue Xiaomin is responsible for the development and management of specific businesses. She came to India this time to inspect NEWME's business.
"Kate, what do you think of the actions of the Li family in the UK?"
At Boleyn Castle, Catherine and Nan Ruojin sat at the dining table, enjoying their lunch.
Although Nan Ruojin was already thirty years old, Catherine was not worried about her marriage at all. According to her idea, her daughter should continue the glory of the Bolin family. She had never thought of letting Nan Ruojin change her surname from Bolin to another one.
If possible, she very much hopes that Nan Ruojin can also meet a man like Nan Yi who is able to provide support and allow his grandchildren to inherit the Bolin surname.
"Mom, do you want to ask about this year's moves?"
"Yes."
"Electricity, tap water, natural gas, passenger railways, commercial buildings, in this order, the next step should be telecommunications and bars." Nan Ruojin blurted out without thinking.
Katherine smiled and asked, "Why is there a bar?"
Nan Ruojin put down his knife and fork, wiped his lips, took another sip of wine, and then said slowly: "Because the name of the bar is Greene King, it operates more than 2,700 pubs, restaurants, and hotels in England , Wales, Scotland, etc. It has a lot of properties and great brand value. Although it has a debt of 1.9 billion pounds, its business has always been very healthy and it is a good cash cow."
"Do you think it would be a good idea to buy some shares of Green King right now?"
"I think it's a ..."
Before Nan Ruojin finished speaking, the very old butler Matthew came over to report, "Madam, Miss, Master Zeyang is here to visit."
"Bring him directly to the restaurant." Catherine responded, and then said to Nan Ruojin: "Nan Zeyang has been coming here more frequently recently."
Nan Ruojin said noncommittally: "Maybe he wants to compete with Nan Zechao for the position of the first heir."
"Absolutely impossible. He has no hope at all. Your father and your elder brother will not agree. I believe he himself understands that he has no chance of winning." Catherine said affirmatively.
As soon as Catherine finished speaking, Matthew led Nan Zeyang into the restaurant.
When they reached the dining table, Nan Zeyang greeted the two, "Ms. Bolin, Aunt."
Catherine asked: "Zeyang, have you had lunch?"
"not yet."
"Sit down and eat together, Anna, and add a set of tableware."
Nan Zeyang sat down in the empty seat next to Catherine. After Anna brought the tableware, he picked up some food and put it on his plate.
Nan Ruojin asked: "Zeyang, have you been out for fun recently?"
Nan Zeyang spent his teenage years in New York, but when choosing a university he chose Imperial College London, and is currently pursuing a double degree in computer science and mechanics.
"I've been busy with my studies for a while now, so I don't have much free time. I'll be free for the next half month, so I'm going to visit my grandfather. Would you like to come with me, aunt?"
"Dad is not in Beijing now, he is in India."
Nan Zeyang shrugged, "It doesn't matter where I go, as long as I can see Grandpa."
Nan Ruojin thought for a moment and said, "I have time the day after tomorrow, you can take my plane over there."
"OK."
Nan Yi was a little annoyed. When the gathering of the Entrepreneur Club was about to end, a female entrepreneur arrived late. No one knew what was going on, but this female entrepreneur, who was in her early forties, less than 1.55 meters tall, with a cylindrical figure without any curves, seemed to have taken a liking to him at first sight. There were obviously many empty seats, but she insisted on standing next to him and kept talking to him.
Those eyes seemed to be able to spit fire, and had already burned Nan Yi's clothes clean, and were commenting on his figure.
