"No." The school beauty behind Nan Yi replied.

"Be careful, it's hard to say whether this woman is a trouble or an opportunity. Let me tell Divaman that her food standards can be consistent with her before when she was a lady."

"clear."

After the explanation, Nan Yi looked around the empty surroundings. The space of more than 500 square meters had no other decorations except the load-bearing columns. Only 3×4 marble on the ground shone with it.

“It’s a little bit empty.”

After muttering, Nan Yi stepped through the five hundred square meters of open space, and then came to another seven hundred square meters of room. Such a room traveled through several consecutive rooms, and then turned two more turns before coming to the kitchen.

One corner of the kitchen is the food storage area, with fresh storage cabinets next to each other, arranged in a 12×12 square. Nan Yi glanced at it and didn't see the existence of the refrigerator.

After walking forward, Nan Yi saw the refrigerator placed next to the wall.

After walking over and opening seven or eight refrigerator doors in a row, Nan Yi didn't find what he was looking for. He shook his head, walked to the open kitchen counter on the other side, picked up the phone on it and dialed the inside.

"Lily sauce, which refrigerator is mineral water in it?"

"There is an embedded refrigerator under the second cabinet on the right of the kitchen counter, and the mineral water is inside." said Hagiwara Koshuri on the phone.

"Which side is on the right?"

"The right side is the right side."

"Okay, I understand." Nan Yi hung up the phone, shook his head, and muttered: "I don't give you a reference, I know which side is on the right."

After drinking water in the kitchen, Nan Yi walked through Jiuqu and Eighteen Bends and went to the bedroom on the second floor.

That night, Nan Yi didn't sleep well. Hagiwara Koshuri recognized the bed. She pulled Nan Yi tossed and played poker for the middle of the night.

...

Peacock Villa is located in the northeast of Mumbai, a little further north than the north of the city. Speaking of which, it is considered a suburb area to the east of the North City. If it were back hundreds of years ago, Mumbai was still seven islands, Peacock Villa should be on the Island of Trumbe.

In terms of direction, when you go to North City, Peacock Villa, you should go southwest, but in fact, the morning rush hour in North City is too crowded.

Walking further north, you can enter the mountains, and going east, you will find the bay. It can be said that this is a dead land and the transportation route will not be planned here. Therefore, the road to travel to Peacock Villa was actually built by Nanyi himself.

The total length of the highway is 17.2 kilometers, costing 22 million rupees. The construction cost of less than 90,000 US dollars per kilometer seems inexpensive, but if you compare the quality of the highway, anyone will shake their heads, but Nanyi, who had seen the acceptance photos, was very satisfied.

When Faraky applied for road construction, the municipal departments in Mumbai took over the project with great thoughtfulness. They exempted Faraky from the overseer and asked him to pay for it.

The arms couldn't resist their thighs, and Farraqui could only agree with a smile.

After the highway project was established, after seven subcontracts, it was handed to the eighth-hand builder, with a budget of less than 3 million rupees. Despite this, the responsible eighth-hand builder completed the highway project ahead of schedule.

On the day of acceptance, the eighth-hand builder was also grateful to Faracque.

This is the case. When he learned that the road construction fee was only 3 million rupees left, Farraqui asked Nanyi for instructions and received a private instruction from the eighth-hand builder to replenish Rs 2 million.

Just because there was an extra 2 million rupees, the road was successfully completed, which basically satisfies Nanyi.

As for whether you have any opinions on subcontracting, Nan Yi said that he did not. This can be said to be the Belt and Road Initiative, it is very worth learning from and learning from.

It took me more than ten minutes to walk 17.2 kilometers, then I moved 2 kilometers in forty minutes, and then there was no more. The intersection was almost blocked for an hour.

The road is already narrow, and the tuk-tuk cars are still drilling everywhere in the gap. Not to mention, the drivers of the tuk-tuk drivers have no driving skills. They only have a gap of two centimeters of spare, and they squeezed in diagonally, but they didn't touch the cars at both ends of the front and back.

He is very skilled and bold. There is a Mercedes-Benz in front and a "car" behind. You can't think of it if you hit any of them.

"Farraqui, what kind of car is the one behind?" Nan Yi asked, pointing to the car.

Farraqui glanced and said proudly: "Ambassador's card, the jewel in the crown of India, the government car, the symbol of rights."

"Oh, there are many street ambassadors in Mumbai, or many Tata cards?"

"Although the ambassador's card is more expensive than the Tata card, there are still more ambassador's card. People in the south of the city will not choose domestic cars. They will choose to buy imported cars. Few people in the north of the city can afford cars, even the cheapest cars."

"The rich can buy whatever they want, but the poor can't afford it, right?" Nan Yi asked.

“Yes, boss.”

"Understand." Nan Yi nodded, "Tell me what you need to pay attention to in the north of the city. I mean for tourists."

Farraqui said directly without thinking: "Children, the most important thing to pay attention to is children. Many children in the north of the city are pickpockets. They are very capable of stealing money. If they don't pay attention, their wallets will be stolen;

If you encounter begging children with defects, you can give them a few rupees, but before giving them, you should observe the surroundings to make sure there are no other begging children nearby. If there are other children next to them, they will all gather around them."

“Failure? Are you talking about disability?”

"Yes, boss, there is organizational control behind this kind of child. If they can't get money outside during the day, they will be severely punished after returning and may lose their lives."

Nan Yi turned his head and looked out the window and said quietly: "So, are they deliberately disabled?"

Farak looked shocked, "Yes, when I was a child, a neighbor was taken away by someone. A few months later, his body was found in Delhi, with one blind eye and one arm broken."

Suddenly, Hagiwara Koshuri asked in a fun way: "Nao-kun, what are you talking about?"

"It's not a good topic, you still don't know." Nan Yi said to Hagiwara Koshuri who was leaning against the other window.

Mumbai has a tropical monsoon climate, and the temperature will be very high throughout the year. Although it is still in the morning, the car has been roasted by the sun and the engine, and the outside of the car has become a steamer. The air conditioner that is pressed to the lowest can barely maintain the relatively low temperature in the car.

Hagiwara Koshuri did not worry about Nan Yi and avoided answering, but just sighed and said, "Oh, I don't know how long it will take to block."

"How long will it take to get stuck?"

Nanyi could not answer Hagiwara Koshuri's question, so he could only ask Farakkui for her.

"Boss, according to my past experience, it will take at least twenty minutes, and it may take half a day at most."

“It’s like this every day?”

"No, it's usually half an hour at most. Today, there should be a traffic accident in front of you. The police here only move faster when collecting money, and are always slow at other times." Faracque complained.

"Where can you go to the intersection I just passed by, the southeast? Can you bypass the north of the city and enter the south of the city?" Nan Yi recalled and said.

"To the southeast is the Thana area, which is the planned Navi Mumbai area. There is an east expressway there that can go around the north of the city and directly into the south of the city, but it requires an extra forty miles."

"Sen Nan, we were blocked from the front and back." said the school beauty.

Nan Yi waved his hand and said, "I know, I'm planning for tomorrow's trip."

"I'll send a car to get to know the route in the afternoon." The school beauty said lightly.

"Um."

Wait, wait, wait, and wait for another seventy minutes, and the cars on the road finally started to move.

The car walked forward for a kilometer and saw a truck lying on the side of the road. There were a few bloody cows lying in front of the truck. It seemed that the truck hit the cow and caused it to overturn.

When the convoy passed the accident site, the speed of the car suddenly increased, and the building that caught my eye became more and more straight, which was completely different from the previous low.

After the convoy drove for twenty minutes, Farraqui pointed to the west and said, "Boss, that's Darravi."

Nan Yi turned his head and glanced, "Since we happened to pass by, we will be here for our first stop today, so we can have a good experience of the famous Dalavi slum."

The convoy pulled over and stopped. As soon as Nan Yi got off the car, he felt a fishy sea breeze blowing from the right. The roar of the train on the left came from far to near, from continuous to weak.

"Boss, this train station is Mahim Station, and passing through the railway tracks is Dharavi."

Hearing Faracque's prompt, Nan Yi turned around and looked west, but he didn't see anything related to "poverty" in his eyes. Instead, he saw the main road and the buildings along the side. The traffic flowing through the road was very turbulent.

"Farak, this is the center of Mumbai, right?" Nan Yi asked knowingly.

"Yes, the senapati in front of you   bapat    marg is the main road of Mumbai, and Daravi is in the golden position of Mumbai."

“Is it the center a long time ago?”

"At least eighty years ago, this was already a prime location."

"Since it is a prime location, how can a slum be formed here?" Nan Yi asked in surprise.

Farraqui smiled and said, "Boss, it is better to call it an industrial area than a slum. In the beginning, Darravi was just a small fishing village. Since the end of the 19th century, merchants have built pottery factories and textile factories;

In order to reduce wage costs as much as possible, factory owners will go to the south to recruit landless farmers, and only need to give a small amount of wages, so the farmers are willing to work hard;

As factories grow year after year, workers are also recruiting year after year, and the population here is increasing, and it has grown to a scale of more than 700,000.

There is only one square mile here, 70% of the land is used to build factories, 10% of the land has not been developed, and only 0.2 square mile of land has 700,000 people are trapped, so the living conditions are naturally impossible to be good."

“So, Daravi is actually an industrial area?”

“Yes, this is the industrial area and the workers’ accommodation area.”

"It's interesting, it's really interesting." Nan Yi stroked his chin and waved his hand, "Go in and take a look."

Farraqui was leading the way, and the group walked through a garbage recycling station, and after a short while, they entered the "Dalavi Industrial Zone". What caught everyone's eye was a pile of building made of various waste materials.

"Boss, since the 1970s, poor people have come here uninvited. They build shacks on other people's land, but they can't drive them away even if they want to. After a long time, they live, and the owner of the land has no choice but to do anything to them."

"Who is the owner of the land? It turns out that the descendants of fishermen in the fishing village?" Nan Yi asked.

“Boss, no, the land here fell into the hands of the factory owners very early. In addition to the factory, they also built three or four floors of buildings on the land, rented upstairs for workers to live in, and rented downstairs as business houses or factory buildings;

Over time, some factory owners have had problems, and their descendants resold the factories and houses to others, some packaged them to one person, and some opened them and sold them separately. Today, the property rights of the houses here are relatively scattered.

Daravi lives not only with descendants of the workers, but also with the newly influx of poor people, but also with the owners who can collect rent and the owners of the processing factory. I know that there are several rich people with assets of over one million living here."

"Not everyone is poor here?" Nan Yi turned into a curious baby.

Farraqui shook his head, "Yes, most of the people living here have stable jobs. Although their income is not high, there will be no food and clothing problems. They must not be considered poor people;

There are many indigenous people in the north of the city who have houses, but once they are unemployed, it will be more difficult than living here. They have to pay water and electricity bills, but the people here don’t have to pay anything.”
To be continued...