Drinking tea, there was a wave of greetings without any important content. When the atmosphere was right, Nan Yi asked the school beauty to bring two gift boxes over.

Nan Yi took the gift box, first opened the lid of the gift box, then turned the direction, facing the gift box towards Deepak, "This is a gift that Sophie and I have prepared for both of you, please accept it with a smile."

Nan Yi prepared Jilihu silk for Fatiya, which is the best silk in China. The dragon robe and phoenix clothes were made of Jilihu silk from the Ming and Qing dynasties.

Good things are never cheap at any time, and it costs Nanyi several thousand dollars to build two sarees.

The ones prepared for Deepak are much simpler. A traditional Chinese novel "Tagore Special Number" has Tagore's signature on the title page. Nan Yi spent a full 50 cents to buy it at the book stall in Beijing. The book must be true. The printing volume was very large back then, and a lot of it has been passed down. It is hard to say whether the signature is true or false.

Deepak thanked him and picked up the book and looked at it with bare covers with only a few red squares in the middle. Then he opened the title page and saw the portrait of Tagore. He saw the handwritten Tiancheng text under the portrait. He immediately became very happy from expressionlessness.

"Mr. Adam, is this a Chinese version of Tagore's poetry collection?"

"Yes, it was translated by several famous modern poets in China at that time, including Hamilton Xu."

"very   quietly   i    take    my        quietly   as   i                                                                                            �

After knowing that Deepak was studying classical literature at the University of London, Nan Yi decided to give him a gift. Then he called London to ask if Xu Zhimo would be mentioned during the course of this major. He got a positive answer and today's conversation was created.

There is no coincidence, only the silent collection of information and careful preparation behind it.

"What a coincidence, my grandmother and Hamilton are from the same era. She also likes Hamilton's poems very much. She is influenced by her. I also like them very much. I have two collections of Hamilton's poems, all of which are signed by him. Mr. Tiwidi, as a fellow fan, I can give you a copy."

"That's great, Mr. Adam, thank you very much."

Deepak's expression on his face was inexplicably happy. It seemed that he liked Xu Zhimo and was not polite. Nan Yi thought about calling back to the capital as soon as possible and asked someone to look for it. It should not be too difficult to find it.

"Mr. Adam, I like this silk very much." Deepak thanked him. Fatiya, who was just playing with the silk, thanked him.

"Madame Tiwidi, you're welcome." Nan Yi finished speaking to Fatiya and said to Deepak: "Mr. Tiwidi, Sophie and I are tired of traveling, and I want to go to the room to wash up first."

"Sorry, it was my mistake. I asked someone to send two of you over."

After Deepak finished speaking, he clapped his hands, and the butler whom Nan Yi had just met walked to him...

After a while, Nan Yi and Sophie Masso were led by two twelve or three-year-old maids, surrounded by a series of servants behind them.

Two little maids followed into the room, and the string behind them remained outside the door.

As soon as he entered the room, Sophie Masso patrolled around and walked towards the bathroom he saw. Before entering the door, he turned around and waved to Nanyi.

Nanyi stepped forward, and Sophie Masso pulled him into the bathroom and closed the door.

"Adam, there are twelve people in total, eight men and four women. Are they serving us or monitoring us?"

"Don't think too much, just serve us. Look, what is missing?" Nan Yi pointed to the toilet and said.

"What's missing?" Sophie Masso looked at what Nanyi pointed out, and shouted after a while: "Ah, there is no toilet paper, Adam, won't we use our hands, right?"

"No, the two maids outside serve us. Of course, I don't need them to provide that kind of service. There is toilet paper in the car, and the school belle will take it over later."

Sophie Marso said with emotion: "It's a decadent aristocratic life, and someone will do that kind of work for you."

Nan Yi turned on the faucet on the washstand, took out the paper card from his pocket, expanded it and tore off three test papers from it, soaked it in front of the faucet, and compared it with the three color cards on the paper card.

"The water quality is good, it should be mountain spring water, so you can use it with confidence."

"Adam, you're too careful."

"Well, you first, I'll wait for you outside."

Nan Yi walked out of the bathroom, looked at the two maids who were standing by the wall with their heads down and looked at them, and then asked in English: "Who can speak English?"

"Master Adam, I will." One of the maids shook slightly, and he said with his head down.

"What's your name?"

"Mr. Adam, my name is Saran Sha."

"Oh, Saran, a nice name, you speak English very well, what you learned in school, or did Mr. Tiwidi teach you?"

"No, it was my wife who taught me."

"You are Madame Tividy's maid?"

"Yes, Mr. Adam."

"I'm a little thirsty, please help me get a glass of milk."

When Nan Yi talked about the word milk, he did not say "milk", but said "satin". This word means silk, but it is a slang term in London and is usually used to represent milk.

"Master Adam, please wait, I'll help you get it." Saran responded and walked out of the guest room.

After a few words of communication, Nan Yi made a basic judgment about Salan: Fatiya's personal maid, and should be the kind who was very considerate, was trained with care and might have lived in London for a while.

As for why Saran was sent here, Nan Yi couldn't tell whether he was valued or had a small ear pressed.

After a while, Sophie Marso came out of the bathroom. Nan Yi replaced her into the bathroom. She searched the entire bathroom for a while, but found nothing abnormal before washing her face and walking out of the bathroom.

In the guest room, Saran was already waiting outside with milk, and the butler was also chatting with Sophie Masso in the guest room.

"Adam, this is the butler Amit, and he comes to invite us to Chinese food."

"Butler Amit, please go out and wait a moment. Sophie and I will come out soon; Saran, please take her out and wait first."

After Nan Yi sent out the three of them, he didn't say anything. He directly helped Sophie Maso choose a suitable set of clothes from his suitcase. Then he made a zipper and closed his mouth at Sophie Maso, and then pointed to the bathroom.

Sophie Marso nodded, took the clothes from Nanyi and walked into the bathroom.

Nan Yiding looked at the ceiling of the guest room, the four walls on the southeast, west and northeast, and the decorations on the walls. He carefully observed the holes on the TV. He did not see abnormal holes. Then he opened his suitcase, took out a black lipstick-shaped anti-eavesome from the secret compartment, pressed a button on it, and walked around the guest room with the anti-eavesome.

When the desk lamp is close to the bedside, the indicator light on the anti-eavesdropper emits an orange-red light. Continue to wander. The telephone on the desk and the TV set against the wall in the center of the guest room also emits an orange-red light.

"Mom, she's pretty good at pretending, she's ready to pretend three at the same time."

Nan Yi complained in his heart, took out a set of clothes from his suitcase and changed it, then adjusted the anti-eavesdropper into a slight vibration mode and placed it in his pocket.

When Sophie Masso came out of the bathroom, Nan Yi and she walked out of the room and followed Butler Amit to the dining room.

The dining room is very luxurious. It has a large open room of more than 300 square meters. The walls are placed on the shelves according to a certain layout. Various golden ornaments are placed on the shelves, mainly cobras, and other gods or ancient generals.

I don’t know whether it is copper or gold without getting started. However, according to the nature of Indians, it should not be copper, at most it is gold with a lower purity.

With the dining table in the center of the dining room as the center, there are twelve flat ornaments hanging on the twelve pillars carved with complex patterns. Nan Yi looked at the ornaments on the pillars and recognized a few. By analogy, he knew that the twelve ornaments should be the twelve zodiac signs of India - rat, ox, lion, rabbit, Maholaga, snake, naga, horse, sheep, monkey, golden-winged bird, dog, and pig.

Nan Yi once saw an article about Iron Gun Guo in an old newspaper on the old book stall. He used uncertain words to say that the twelve zodiac signs first appeared in ancient Babylon.

Retracting his gaze, Nanyi and Sophie Marso walked straight to the dining table.

The dining table is very large, about eight meters long and two meters wide. The dishes on the table are very rich. Except for not seeing pork and beef, the mainstream dishes of Indian and Western cuisine can be seen on the table.

"The wine and meat in the countryside are smelly, and there are frozen bones on the road. If my children are given this table, they can keep their nutritional balanced meals."

"Ah, Mr. Tiwidi, lunch is so rich." Nan Yi praised exaggeratedly and walked towards Deepak.

"Mr. Adam, you are my honorable guest. I should treat you with the richest food." Deepak walked up to Nanyi and arranged seats for Nanyi and Sophie Masso. "How about we drink Mumbai sapphire at noon?"

"Sorry, Mr. Tiwidi, I'm not very accepting of blue food and drinks."

"I should be sorry, blue wine is really not easy to accept. How about Bifda?"

"Can."

The pouring of wine naturally does not require Deepak to do it himself. Everything is done by the housekeeper Amit. After the wine was poured, Deepak and his wife first gave Nan Yi a sip, and then they chatted around "London" as the core.

During the chat, Nan Yi learned about the information he didn't know before.

For example, Deepak and Fatiya met in London, and they were also alumni. Fatiya’s surname was Singer. The Singer family went to Manchester to develop a long time ago and now there are many businesses there.

The Tiwidi family and the Singh family are considered family friends. Jechi spent his childhood and youth at Singh's house.

After arriving at Tiwidi Manor, Nan Yi had never seen Jieqi. Logically speaking, he was not here just now, and now he should always be there, but he still didn't show up. This gave Nan Yi a feeling that the relationship between uncle and nephew should not be very good.

With this feeling, there are infinite possibilities for whom the eavesdropper in the room.

"Mr. Tividi, can you visit your tea garden tomorrow morning?"

"Of course, you have to go to the tea garden a little earlier and you have to leave before 7 a.m. Otherwise, the weather will be too hot."

"It's okay, I'm used to getting up early. In the afternoon, Sophie and I wanted to go around the village, so I asked Mr. Tiwidi to arrange a guide for us. Oh, Saran is very good."

"Mr. Adam, I'll accompany you in person." Deepak said politely.

"I'd better not bother Mr. Tiwidi. I believe your trip will cause a lot of noise. We just want to feel the characteristics of rural India and do not want to disturb the villagers too much."

"Haha, too, my appearance in the village will affect your travel experience. In this way, I will arrange transportation for you and protect your people."

"Thanks."

After nearly three hours of lunch, Nanyi and Sophie Masso returned to the guest room for a break. When it was three o'clock in the afternoon, the two were taken to the lobby of the manor by Saran.

There were already many people waiting in the hall. Eight of them were wearing red cloth bags, white clothes, holding a stick in their hands, and a man and a woman who looked very strong. Nan Yi inadvertently glanced and found that the calluses on their palms were very thick, and their knees were black, with thick calluses and patina.

In an instant, Nan Yi had some guesses about the means of transportation that Deepak mentioned. This man and woman should be the legendary "human mule". As the name suggests, it means using people as mules.

People and mules were on all sides, and people sat on their backs, and they crawled on the ground, just like riding a horse, but one was to really treat people as animals, and the other was to have family happiness.

It is not uncommon for people and mules. Nan Yi also knows that people are like people sitting on their necks; people are just on their backs; and I have also heard that people who are used to the treatment of drivers in buses must be given drivers when they ride on bicycles.

Nan Yi would not over-interpret the human mule. As long as the wages are in place, this is also a service job. It is not necessarily more comfortable to walk on a person's back than to walk on his own.

"Saran, we don't need transportation, we'll walk to the village."

"Okay, Mr. Adam."
To be continued...