An Arab man and a European woman came in later, wearing sleeveless T-shirts and a hip-covering skirt. They glanced around on the first floor and sat down at an empty seat.

Then several similar pairs came in. The Indian woman went upstairs and the Western woman was on the first floor. Nan Yi thought that this was not a coincidence, but an unspoken rule. Local chickens could only go to the second floor, while foreign goods were on the first floor.

building.

Nan Yi has been paying attention to the table where he heard several keywords: "300 grams", "purity" and "delivery time". Two customers stood up at the same time, then walked out of the table and came to the aisle.

They shook hands, smiled at each other and then went their separate ways.

This is not the first time that Nan Yi has seen such behavior. Just now, guests at other tables also made similar moves. This may also be an unspoken rule. Shaking hands in the aisle means a deal has been concluded.

"Does it look good?"

Nan Yi, who had vaguely sensed the surface movement here, retracted his gaze and focused on Priyanka opposite, who was observing him through the mirror.

Priyanka shook her head, trembled, and said with a confident smile: "It looks good."

"Ha, you seem to have forgotten your current identity. Maybe I should give you two pockets to let you realize the reality." Nan Yi said with a half-smile.

Priyanka's face darkened, she shook her head for a moment, then returned to her normal expression, smiled and asked, "What is a bider?"

He has a slender figure, shoulder-length black hair, fair complexion, square shoulders, a straight body, a leisurely and resolute temperament, a sense of pride caused by plump lips, and exudes self-confidence through the tall bridge of his nose.

Nan Yi didn't know whether the Priyanka in front of her was confident, or just a fool who didn't realize her current situation.

"Bi Dou, this is very common in India. I have seen it countless times on the street in the past few days since I came here. I even heard that you have a Bi Dou competition here. You can go and see it someday."

A slap in the face is a slap in the face, and slaps can be seen everywhere in India. In addition to seeing dirty things these days, Nanyi has also seen many people slapping others in the street. In his opinion, slapping here in India is not insulting.

Not that intense.

"I still don't understand what bider is." Priyanka said blankly.

"You don't need to know what a soda is for the moment. When you go to order a soda, you have to check the cup and watch the waiter pour the water."

"We in India can order drinks from our seats." Priyanka said with a sarcastic tone.

"Ah, thanks for reminding me, maid Priyanka."

Priyanka's face darkened again, and she stood up softly, "Yes, I'm the maid, I'll go right away."

"Be polite, and when you talk to me in the future, remember to add 'yes, sir', 'understand, sir', 'I was wrong, sir'." Nan Yi said with a straight face and playfully.

Priyanka bit her lip and said reluctantly: "Yes, sir."

When Priyanka walked towards the kitchen, Nan Yi leaned back on the chair, rubbed his neck and said, "Look for an opportunity to reward her with two big pussy pockets."

"I don't understand what a forced pocket is either."

"It's just a slap in the face. The food will be the same as before. Let her work from tomorrow." Nan Yi thought for a while and said: "Let her make cow dung cakes. If she can't do it well, slap her. She will be beaten for half a month first, and then the dung cakes on her body will be removed."

Get rid of your arrogance first."

"I'm pretending to be bad?"

"Yes." Nan Yi nodded lightly and said, "Don't worry, there are no tricks behind it."

Smiling, Nan Yi listened carefully to another table, where an Indian and a Westerner were complaining about corruption in Mumbai.

Indians complain that legitimate bribery can exist here in Mumbai, saying that in other countries it is secretive, but here in Mumbai it is blatant and frank, without any cover-up.

The Westerner did not refute the Indian's point of view, but complained that so-and-so took his money but failed to get things done. As for what the matter was, Nanyi only heard the word "book".

This is difficult to guess. There are so many things that can be referred to as books, such as documents, approvals, passports, anything related to paper.

"Sir, your soda."

Priyanka slammed the drink on the table and gritted her teeth on the word "master".

"Sit down and tell me about the person you risk everything to elope with." Nan Yi tapped his fingers on the table, "I really want to know what kind of magic power that gentleman has."

"Jain, his name is Jain."

"Nice name."

Nan Yi praised me, but in his heart he cursed, "Young girl is not a good thing. You treat me like a fool. The whole thing is known to everyone, and you gave me a fake name."

"Jain is not only handsome and tall, but also very masculine. He is just like a legendary hero. It's just that his background is a little lower, but I can feel that he really loves me, so I eloped with him."

."

"What does he do?"

"Students from the University of Mumbai would have graduated this year."

"You are handsome and talented, but I really love you. No wonder you would risk everything for him." Nan Yi said, pointing through the restaurant door to the two people standing on the roadside outside, "I have a friend.

Like them, I used to work as a salesperson here, apparently selling passports.

As long as he introduces the customer to the seller and completes the transaction, he can get a lot of commission. He seems to be very suitable for sales work and his performance is very good. After a few months of doing this, he will save a lot of money.

.

With a little capital, he wanted to change his social status. Oh, I forgot to introduce him, he is a Dalit."

Nan Yi picked up the soda water on the table and brought it to his mouth. When it was about to touch his lips, he put it back on the table. "You should know better than me what Dalit means. My friend thought at first

When you go abroad, no one will know that you are a Dalit.

But he quickly gave up the idea. He was not familiar with the people living abroad, and his English was not very good. He was worried that he would not be able to make a living abroad.

If he gives up the idea of ​​going abroad, what should he do if he wants to stay in India?

He thought about it for several days, but could not think of a suitable way for him to change his class.

Just when he was sitting at the window of his dwelling smoking a cigarette, a high-caste woman who looked very similar to you happened to be walking by in the alley below the window. He suddenly realized that he thought of a shortcut to quickly change his class - find a high-caste woman.

Caste women get married.”

Nan Yi calmed down and his eyes were covered with a layer of sadness, "It's just a pity that my friend messed up. It's such a pity. It's only one step away."

What Nan Yi said, the more Priyanka heard it, the more she felt something was wrong, as if he was talking about her secretly.

"My friend's name is Rajan, and later he was renamed Dead Man. Five minutes ago, he was renamed Jain. It's a good name."

"Are you sent by Lord Shiva to disgust me?"

Priyanka cursed inwardly, stood up from her seat, reached out with her right hand, and grabbed the whiskey glass on the table, ready to splash it.

Nan Yi brewed for a few tenths of a second, wound up the winding of his vocal cords, and blurted out one sentence neatly, "Maid Priyanka, you have to think about the consequences of throwing this glass of wine in my face."

Nan Yi had to say hurry up, it would be too late by the time the wine splashed on his face.

Priyanka was suffocated by Nan Yi's words and froze there. For a long time, she almost looked like a Western, then she put down her cup and sat back.

"Very good, girl, you are no longer the eldest lady you used to be. To work as a maid here, you must be honest and willing to work. As long as you work hard, you will get a promotion and a raise, and elope with a Dalit. Everything will be a dream," Nan Yi said.

, took out a 500 rupee note from his pocket, "You are responsible for the check, and you can take a taxi back. Tuk-tuks are not taxis."

After leaving Leopold's Restaurant, Nan Yi and his party returned to Peacock Villa.

When passing through the hall used to receive guests, Nan Yi happened to meet Devaman, and he stopped him, "Dewaman, is it time for the Jagannath statue to be returned to the temple?"

"Yes, sir."

"Oh, except for the tenth festival, I missed it. I didn't go to the Ganges to worship the river goddess, nor did I go to the holy river to bathe in the holy river to eliminate the ten sins of body, speech and mind. This is not good, very bad. I can't leave recently. You can go to Wa

Ranasi, you have done everything for me and we will set off early tomorrow morning."

Although Diwaman was a little surprised that a foreigner in Nanyi would want to go on a pilgrimage, he then thought that maybe he was doing as the Romans did and wanted to integrate as soon as possible, so he nodded and said: "Okay, sir."

"You're not in a hurry to come back, you can stay there for a few more days."

Nan Yi added, saying goodbye to Divarman and walking quickly to the kitchen.

At Leopold, Nanyi’s dinner was a piece of Meixian fried rice. It looked like a Chinese rice bowl, not colorful and not lumpy, but it still tasted like Indian seasoning, which didn’t suit him at all.

It tasted so good that he stopped eating after only two or three bites. At this moment, he was still hungry.

After filling his stomach, Nan Yi went up to the roof. While enjoying the gentle breeze, he suddenly spent money and held a three-hour satellite conference call.

"You're back?" Nan Yi said to the school beauty after hanging up the phone after the meeting.

"I got home an hour and a half ago."

"Okay, you go and have a rest first, and I'll sit down for a while."

This place in Mumbai is evil. Who knows if there will be any low-caste person who is so bold that he will risk his life to taste the taste of a high-caste woman. He said that he asked Priyanka to take a taxi back, but in fact, someone was following her all the time.

"I'm still not ruthless enough. In fact, wouldn't it be better to be a loser? If I meet an opponent with no lower limit, haha, I will suffer a lot." As soon as the school beauty left, Nan Yi looked up at the sky and murmured softly.

At some point, Nan Yi felt a coat being put on his shoulders.

"Nagao-kun, the wind is blowing."

"Why don't you sleep first?" Nan Yi stretched out his hand and held Sayuri Hagiwara's hand.

Sayuri Hagiwara turned around and sat in Nan Yi's arms, "You can't sleep alone. Are you tired? I'll bring the sacred oil and rub your shoulders?"

"Next time, please just say red oil or essential oil. Divine oil will cause misunderstandings."

"Is there a difference?"

"Of course there is. There is a kind of Indian sacred oil sold in the fragrance shop. It is not a serious thing. If people know that I use the sacred oil, they will laugh at me."
To be continued...