Chapter 697: Slave of Fate

Chapter 697: Slave of Fate

Hearing Nanyi's words, Priyanka showed a painful expression on his face, raised his glass and took a big sip, and after numb his nerves, he said: "Someone doesn't want me to go abroad, but wants me to stay here and suffer."

"The rest of the Sharma family?"

"Yes."

"So, your parents arranged for you to be a maid?"

"Yes."

"Is Diwaman an acquaintance of your father or mother?"

"Mother."

"Well, then I should do what your mother wants. She doesn't want you to suffer for a long time, and you can't suffer with me; she also wants you to suffer a little bit, so that you can know the hardships of life, and I will satisfy her. Now, look, you have become much more mature now, a big push is to educate people."

"Can we not talk about being forced?" Priyanka frowned.

"OK." Nanyi spread his hands and said, "Then tell us about us, you are my goddess, you are like a holy lotus in my heart, I will hold you in my palm and take good care of you, ah, something like this Vocabulary, you can make up your own brain, I will save it and tell you in different ways later.”

"Because of my father or my mother?"

"Ha, you're pretty cute when you're not hot-headed." Nan Yi chuckled and said, "But you're wrong, your parents are only a secondary factor, the most important thing is because of yourself, your surname, and your caste , you were stupid.

Alright, let's make our conversation a little more straightforward, because you have these three advantages, so I plan to give you a chance to stand on a high point again and hold your head high.

You will be the chairman of the labor group. Of course, at the beginning you were just a puppet, a fungus, a mascot to put it mildly, or an actor, playing the role of the chairman of the labor group.

Sure, you get paid good money, how about that, any ideas? "

"Just a puppet?"

"Yes at first." Nan Yi nodded.

"Then what?"

"It depends on yourself. If one day, your ability is really qualified for the position of chairman, then you can become the real chairman, and the relationship between you and me will also change. If you become a partner, part of the labor group will also belong to you, and the share still depends on you."

Priyanka's eyes flickered for a moment, hesitation, unwillingness, and determination lingered in her eye sockets. After a long time, her eyes became resolute, "What should I do? Should I take off my clothes now?"

"Ha, let me say something that hurts your self-esteem. The things you think are precious are worthless to me." Nan Yi pointed to his temple, "What I value here is that your face and figure may be worthless to me." Get preferential treatment from others, but not from me."

"Besides, your appearance..." Nanyi deliberately looked at Priyanka from head to toe, "500 denominations of rupees are stacked, two millimeters, you are only worth two millimeters to me, and I owe you one more Bong."

"I'm only worth two millimeters?" Priyanka said unconvinced.

"You should be honored. You are the thickest Indian woman I have ever seen." Nan Yi said, and suddenly pointed in the direction of the gate and said, "That one is worth at least 200 meters in my heart."

Priyanka turned her head to look, and a dark-skinned woman was being led by her "fear of coercion".

"Ms. Kochhar, this way." Nan Yi waved at Chanda Kochhar.

Chanda Kochha smiled at Nanyi, and quickened his pace to come to Nanyi and the two of them.

"Ms. Kochhar, let me introduce you. This is Priyanka Sharma. There is no doubt that she is the heroine of the rumor; I am Adam, and I should be your boss. You can call me Mr. Adam. "Nanyi said, and stretched out his right hand to Chanda Kochhar.

Chanda Kochhar also extended his right hand and shook hands with Nanyi, "Mr. Adam, hello."

"Hello, I'm sorry that it took me so long to meet you." Nanyi withdrew his hand and said with a smile, "Have a drink?"

"OK, thanks."

Chanda Kochhar felt that Nanyi's smile was very warm and made her feel like a spring breeze.

Nanyi poured a glass of whiskey and put it in front of Chanda Kochhar, then picked up his glass again, "I respect you, Kubera [Kubera, the Indian god of wealth]."

Chanda Kochhar was taken aback by Nanyi's toast, and actually put her and the gods together, and she was still in front. This is blasphemy, but...it feels really good to be valued.

"Kubera!"

Nan Yi took a sip and put down his wine glass, "Are you very nervous during this time, do you suspect that you might be cheated?"

"To be honest, there are."

"Haha, it's not surprising." Nan Yi smiled, "During this period of time, I have studied the working style of your Indian companies, and I found that the labor group lacks a chairman who can act as a facade, so I spent time looking for one. Mrs. Priyanka Sharma, your titular immediate boss."

"In name?" Chanda Kochhar asked in surprise.

"Yes, in name, in fact, I will take on the position of chairman myself first. You are very good, but you are inexperienced. Let me transition from the position of assistant first. In the future, maybe you can be qualified as vice chairman or take over from me. seat.

Of course, Priyanka also has a chance, she will be your competitor, but she is a fool, you don't need to care too much about her. "

Nanyi praises one and derogates the other, and the attitude of treating them differently is very obvious.

"Who is the idiot?" Priyanka said angrily.

"You." Nan Yi replied affirmatively first, and then said sternly: "Put your ears up, shut your mouth, and listen to Ms. Kochhar and I."

After finishing speaking, Nan Yi made a gesture to the school belle.

When Xiaohua received the signal, she took a document and a bunch of keys to the bar, placed them in front of Nanyi, and then returned to her original position.

"A high-end apartment, 1,300 feet, near the seaside boulevard. This is a gift from me to you. For the time being, you only have the right of residence, and I will divide the property rights into 1,000 shares. Every day you work in the labor group, you can get a property right. After 1000 days, the house will belong to you completely.”

Nanyi picked up the key of the bar and handed it to Chanda Kochhar, "You can go over to have a look tomorrow, and if you want to redecorate, you can tell Faraque, he, you should still remember?"

"Remember." Chanda Kochhar said tremblingly.

"Well, you can ask him for everything, such as decoration, buying appliances, hiring people, and moving, and I will personally pay for it for you."

"Thank you, thank you Mr. Adam."

Nan Yi shrugged and said, "You're welcome, I'll treat you like a cow and horse from now on, business trips and staying up late will become your daily routine, ha, I believe you will fall in love with black coffee soon.

Of course, I will give you a corresponding reward for every contribution you make. I will give you compensation for your lost sleep time, missed meals, and delayed travel plans. Everyting, I will give you compensation, excess compensation.

Salary that is higher than your expectations, benefits that you can’t imagine, dividends and even shares, as long as you feel that your achievements are enough for you to make new demands, you can put forward them, and I will satisfy you. "

Nan Yi stretched out his hand and patted Chanda Kochhar's arm, "Remember what I said now, if one day you find that I didn't do what I just promised, you were treated unfairly, you were wronged, you can Take revenge on me any way you like."

"Thank you, thank you Mr. Adam."

Chanda Kochhar again excited thanks.

"I've already said, you don't need to be thankful, this is not a gift, we are exchanging at equal value, you have to pay as much as you get." Nanyi said, then turned to Priyanka and said: "You can say this Neglect, love doesn't pay attention to reciprocation, fall in love with me as soon as possible, so that I can feel at ease and not pay you a salary."

Hearing Nanyi's words, Priyanka rolled her eyes, and Chanda Kochha Lengjun couldn't help, almost laughing out loud.

As soon as Nanyi finished speaking, Sayuri Hagiwara came over.

"Nagao-kun, dinner is ready."

"OK, wait."

Nan Yi responded, and said to the other two women: "Tomorrow, Changda, you go to see the house. As for you, go buy some business attire, Office Lady, not a dancer with a navel exposed; the day after tomorrow, we will meet in the office, It’s the official start of work. OK, everyone should be hungry now, let’s go eat.”

Everyone went to the dining room together, and had a meal that was not too fancy, but it included Chinese, Japanese and Western cuisines, and a rich variety of dinners.

Before eating, Nanyi introduced to Kochha which dishes were made by him and which ones were made by Sayuri Hagiwara, so that it would be convenient for her to flatter her accurately and target the target.

...

the next day.

Diwaman, who was dismissed by Nanyi, returned from Varanasi. Faraque lost his part-time butler job and went back to continue to be his glorious peacock master.

For a day, Nanyi didn't go out. In the morning, he read materials and practiced riding and shooting on horseback.

In the afternoon, Nanyi and Hagiwara Sayuri went boating on Peacock Lake. The boat was not very good, it was just a bamboo raft tied with hemp bamboo, but other things were quite interesting.

"Hehehe, Cui Bohou."

"Yu Xuanji."

"I've heard your name."

"I have never heard your name."

"Okay, talented girl from Chang'an, unfortunately, in the past few years, I don't even have the time to read and watch movies." Nanyi picked up a bamboo paddle on the bamboo raft, "Do you want me to take you to Biandu?"

"Go wherever you go." Sayuri Hagiwara said after speaking, "Nagao-kun, this place is empty, and others can see it. Do you want to continue acting?"

"How is it possible? We are acting in a serious stage play. Let's change the rehearsal. You play Pan Jinlian who breaks through the feudal shackles and bravely pursues love. I play the Ximen official who is kind to others but is slandered by the wicked. Are you ready... action."

After Nanyi's voice fell, Sayuri Hagiwara's face became amorous, "Your official, drink the medicine."

"Naughty, this scene can't be arranged."

The two of Nanyi had a lot of fun playing role-playing, but Sayuri Hagiwara was a little bit regretful that there were only literary dramas and no martial arts dramas, and she always felt that she lacked something.

Nan Yi didn't care whether he owed it or not, he had a good rest for half a day, and the next day he went to the Textile Center Building.

There was another Indian company working here before the labor group's office space, and they took all their things with them when they moved out, but the office decoration couldn't be taken away, so Kochhar picked up a ready-made one.

There are independent offices and meeting rooms in layouts. Buy some office furniture and stuff them in, and you can start working with one move.

However, only Kochhar's office now has a desk and a chair, and Nanyi and the others can only sit on the floor in meetings.

Nan Yi pointed to an Indian man he brought and said: "Let me introduce you two, Pawan, it's not easy to communicate positively, and he will be responsible for those who need to give benefits to communicate. He will not come here again in the future. Call him when you need to."

After finishing speaking, Nan Yi pointed to another Indian man, "Ah Cha, in charge of intelligence, if you need any news in the future, you can find him."

After a few people exchanged pleasantries, Nanyi asked Pawan and Acha to leave first.

"There are three colors of black, white and gray in the world. White represents light. You are bright, and you are also bright." Nanyi pointed to Kochha and Priyanka respectively, "Pawan and Acha represent gray, I hope The labor group looks white, so the two of them can only hide in the dark.

As for black, who do you think is the darkest in Mumbai? "

"Police." The two women said in unison.

Nanyi stared at Priyanka's face, but said to Kochha: "Changda, how much did you spend to speed up the registration of the company?"

"30,000 rupees," Kochhar replied.

"I'll give you a budget of Rs 10 lakh, you go be friends with Sanji Malpani, chairman of BSE [Bombay Stock Exchange], I'll ask for some broker licenses, remember, long term friends, not one-off .”

Nanyi stared into Priyanka's eyes and said: "How should this friend be made? You can think for yourself. If you don't mind insulting your surname, you can use beauty tricks directly. Maybe Sanji Malpani likes you. Love brain."

Priyanka was extremely depressed, "It's too fucking bullying. When speaking to Kochha, it is gentle and gentle, but to me it is sarcastic and insulting."

"Changda, you have to do two things. First, register a Metropolitan Securities Company; Opportunity to cultivate your own lineage.

I need two brokers, one who prefers to invest in value, and the other who takes a slanted approach to manipulating the market.

BSE is on this street, so it is very convenient for you to inquire about the news. Give me the names of these two people as soon as possible, and I will complete the work of contacting people by myself. "

As Nanyi said, he stretched his hand back, and a briefcase was in his hand.

Opening the box, it was full of rupees. Nanyi took out two stacks from it and handed it to Kochhar, "Go to Dharavi to find a three-story house and rent it out, set up an independent Dharavi trading company, and labor Don't get involved with the group."

Then, Nanyi covered the briefcase and put the box in front of Priyanka, "1.1 million, 1 million is your budget, and 100,000 is for you to rent a house. If you work overtime too late, you will live in the urban area."

After explaining the work, Nanyi left the labor group, walked out of the textile center building, and sat back in his car.

In the car, Pawan was already sitting in the back seat waiting.

"Pawan, you go to the stock exchange these two days. I want the stock price data of listed companies related to Reliance Industries, Tata Group, and Birla Consortium in the past three months. In addition, there is SESAGOA. How much data is there on this company? Take back as much as you want, in duplicate."

"Yes, sir."

Pawan responded and got out of the car. After a while, Acha got into the car again.

Nan Yi saw thin beads of sweat on Ah Cha's forehead, so he took out a few pieces of paper, and handed him another bottle of mineral water.

Acha took the paper, thanked him, wiped his forehead, opened the mineral water and took a sip.

Nanyi waited for Acha's series of actions to end before he said, "How is the investigation?"

"There are three main people who control Bollywood: Joan Shakir and Arun Theron, these two are only engaged in black business and are behind the Mumbai gangs;

Bharat Shah, on the surface, is one of the largest diamond dealers in Mumbai, and his strength ranks second. In fact, he is both black and white, making friends with many politicians, and colluding with the mafia to help the mafia invest in treasures. Hollywood film industry. "

"Where's the mafia?"

"Nansheng, the mafia I'm talking about is actually a local society in Mumbai." Acha explained.

"When did they start controlling Bollywood?"

"In the early 1980s, foreign films hit India, and Bollywood was in a downturn. The producers lacked funds for filming, so they could only accept black money from the three of them to make films, and then they gradually controlled them."

"Who is the most famous actress in Bollywood now?" Nan Yi asked again.

"Siridaiyu and Madhuri Dixit are on par, and Juxi Chavala is slightly worse than them."

"Understood, let's put aside the Bollywood matter first, and you first cooperate with Ms. Kochhar to do things."

"Understood, Nan Sheng."

"Go, develop a few locals as soon as possible, you have too much Hong Kong flavor."

"I can't help it. I grew up in Chungking Mansions, and I can speak vernacular better than Hindi."

"Go to the street, go down, remember to find out where the slave market is."

"Yes, Sir!"

Acha replied carelessly, opened the car door and left.

Looking at Acha's back, Nanyi thought about developing a few Mumbai locals. Acha is too frivolous, and it's okay to collect business intelligence on the sidelines, and he can't be involved in secret matters.

"School beauty, go to the movie theater you passed by in the morning."

The school girl started the car and took Nanyi to the Roshan Talkies theater at the junction of the North and South cities. When passing by here in the morning, Nanyi got off the car and wandered around. It was only after eight o'clock in the morning, and there were many people waiting for the ticket window at the entrance of the theater. All the tickets were sold by men, and with the shy posters on the wall, Nanyi knew what kind of movie was being shown here.

Buying a ticket to enter, Nanyi didn't care about the poor conditions of the theater, and stared at the screen anxiously waiting for the movie to be shown.

I waited and waited, and finally waited until the movie started. After playing the boring plot for more than ten minutes, I finally came to the first dance scene, which seemed to be a very energetic dance.

The man is dressed in sunglasses, and the woman is wearing a sleeveless top with a pair of shorts. Such a normal scene, which can no longer be normal, actually caused the audience in the theater to breathe heavily.

Nanyi suddenly had a bad feeling.

An hour passed, and none of the scenes Nan Yi wanted to see appeared. After another ten minutes of waiting, the "bed" finally appeared on the screen. The male and female protagonists appeared. That's right, and then... cut the camera, actually cut the camera!

"Fuck!" Nan Yi cursed secretly, flung his sleeves and left, "Damn it, what the hell, this kind of scene will not be cut off in cartoons, it's shameless, shameless!

Fortunately, he asked several people at the entrance of the theater just now, and only then did he meet a person whose English was not bad. When he learned that the movie was called "Sister-in-law Player", his heart was pounding at the time, which was really exciting. "

Walking out of the movie theater angrily, Nan Yi ran to the place where the posters were posted, not only remembered the name of the film company "MG" in his heart, but also cursed, "MG is produced, right? I deceived my feelings and made me a victim." , I will blame you for not cleaning up."

Although the messenger is frivolous, it is quite reliable to inquire about the news. It was only the afternoon of the next day, and he had already inquired about the slave market.

Sadly, the 1980s is coming to an end, but the slave trade still exists in the world, including Africa, South America, Southeast Asia, and India.

What is even more sad is that most of the so-called "slaves" here in India are children, and most of these children were not trafficked by human traffickers, but their parents took the initiative to find spies looking for children and kiss their feet with a high standard Li begged the spies to buy their child.

Outside the cities of India, in those vast rural areas, once droughts, floods, earthquakes and other famines occur, many people will be displaced and have no food and clothing. We are about to face a choice.

In the end, should the whole family carry it together and watch their children starve, get sick, and die one by one, or should they sell one or a few, and leave the chance of life to their most proud or healthiest children.

Many parents will choose the latter. It is difficult for them to wait for disaster relief funds, and it is also difficult for them to wait for help from well-meaning people. Either the palm of the hand or the back of the hand has to be parted.

So, the absurd thing of begging others to buy their children in the most humble and pious way happened one after another.

Kopal in the northeast of Mumbai is a place with dense mosques.

At the beginning, vehicles could still pass normally, but soon the main road turned into a bustling street. Cars moved on it for a while, and the street turned into an alleyway again. Cars could only park on the side of the road, and Nanyi and his party abandoned their cars and walked.

The alleys are winding and winding, people come and go, the more you walk along the alley, the more time goes backwards, the roar of cars and motorcycles disappears one after another, the air becomes fresh, and there is no exhaust gas from other places smell.

Walking through an alley that occasionally smelled of urine but no other smells, soon, the breath of life came over my face again, the sound of hawkers selling along the street, women sitting at the door pounding spices, a group of children singing, another The class was reciting the scriptures, and from time to time there would be urgent voices like quarreling.

Faraque may not have been here for a long time, and he may have never been here. He led Nanyi and the others to walk in the maze-like alleys, and would ask passers-by to ask for directions from time to time.

Fortunately, after passing a corner with a lot of sundries, the vicious sun of Mumbai was shut out, and the alley became more cramped. The buildings on the side were three or four stories high, and the buildings at both ends of the alley extended out. The department added a cover to the alley. Although it looks depressing, it is also cool.

When passing through an alley and turning right into another alley, the buildings on the side became old and dilapidated, with mottled stone facades, traces of random repairs, and debris falling off from time to time.

On the top of the head, the protruding small balcony and the small balcony on the opposite side face each other, you can smell each other's breath, and you can kiss each other by stretching forward.

Nanyi's eyes occasionally glanced into the house, the unpainted walls were yellowed, the wooden stairs creaked, as if they would fall apart at any time, the windows of some houses were enlarged, and miscellaneous goods, tobacco, alcohol, candy, and various utensils were displayed inside the house. Still see cigarettes.

Walking out of the alley where we had a tryst on the balcony, it suddenly became clear. Nan Yi saw several women walking slowly in one direction with clay pots or metal pots on their heads. Looking in the direction they came from, there was a faucet on the side of the road, and a woman was there catch water.

Sizzling, sizzling, looking up, Nanyi saw wires criss-crossing and crawling among the buildings like spider webs. An electrician who didn't know how many levels was putting the wires on another wire, the sizzling sound was the wires It's sparking.

Suddenly, with a bang, the wire that the electrician had just attached was bounced off, and the wire that was attached became so angry that it ignited spontaneously without wind, preparing for a spark to start a prairie fire in one direction.

The electrician should be very experienced. I saw that he climbed down from the bamboo ladder in a leisurely manner, took a container filled with water and climbed up again, and poured the water in the container to the burning place.

With a bang, the flame on the wire was extinguished, and an unpleasant burnt smell rushed to the tip of Nan Yi's nose instantly.

The electrician on the bamboo ladder was too lazy to climb up and down again. He hung the container of water on his waist, and calmly stuffed the wire into his mouth for a while to bite. He bit off the outer plastic and bent it at the end of the wire. A hook, continue to repeat the work just now.

Nan Yi thought that this electrician could be rated as an eighth-level worker, not to mention the craftsmanship, but to say that this light-hearted and free-spirited style is not something ordinary people can have.

With emotion, Nanyi followed Faraque and continued to turn left and right, walking in the maze with his footsteps, and his heart was locked in the maze.

As the footsteps deepened, cotton shirts became rarer, and more and more traditional dresses were worn. The clothes reached the knees, and there were rows of cotton buttons from the neck to the waist. There are many styles of white beanies on the head.

Because of the white on the passers-by's head, Nan Yi and his group speeded up a little, and Nan Yi's eyes also restrained a little, no longer so presumptuous.

These people are pious in their chanting, and they are extremely fierce when they pick up the AK. There is no conflict of interest, so it is better not to arouse their hostility easily.

Turning from the old alley to the new alley again, the facing buildings are still old and the aisles are still narrow. Chickens, sheep, people, and dogs gather together to form an empty picture of poverty. The sad faces of humans and animals and the meticulous cleanliness of their bodies There was a sharp contrast.

The ground is exceptionally clean, and the smooth slate reflects the emptiness in the pockets of every passerby.

The alleys of Mumbai in 1988 were like telescopic fishing rods, each section was slimmer and longer, and the alleys became narrower. When crossing paths, one side must give way first, otherwise traffic jams would occur at any time.

Go, go, walk from the clean alley into another widened and dirty aisle. Without Faraque's reminder, the Nanyi group walked aside wisely, leaving the middle of the aisle to the old mice.

The mouse, a huge mouse, weighed at least six or seven taels, its eyes were reddened with a frightening light, and its body exuded the breath of death.

"I've seen such rats in the mass graves next to the Khmer Rouge concentration labor camp." Xiaohua said quietly.

"Beheading or intelligence reconnaissance?"

"Saving people, the tactical instructor's private work."

Nanyi stared at the mice walking slowly in a row on the ground, and replied unconsciously: "Oh."

"Boss, go through here, the house in front is the auction house of the slave market." Faraque pointed to a house with red paint on the wall not far ahead.

"Okay, let's go."

Walk through the mouse aisle, and soon come to the gate of the red wall house.

It is impossible to tell what kind of wood the gate is made of, its surface is painted with blood-red paint, and a lifelike thorn bird is painted at the junction of the two doors, and there are two lines of English under the bird, pure English—— —The Nest, We are like the thorn birds.

"Nest, we are like thorn birds."

Nanyi chewed silently, and thought of the introduction of "The Thorn Bird" in his mind-there is a bird in legend, which sings only once in its life, but its singing is more pleasing than any creature in the world; Look for a thorn tree, and don't stop until you find it;

It nails itself to the sharpest and longest thorn, and sings softly among the twigs; it is beyond the pain of dying, and its song is better than larks and nightingales.

A swan song, unexpectedly at the cost of life!

Nan Yi thought that the person who wrote these two lines on the door had either read "The Thorn Bird", or had similar life thoughts as Colleen McCullough.

Faraque stepped forward to knock on the door, knocked twice quickly, paused for two or three seconds, then knocked again, then knocked three more times, closely but clearly audibly.

After a while, there was the scraping and clanging of the latch and the clanging of metal behind the door.

Nanyi unnaturally tried to compare the door latch he had seen and recorded with the current sound in his mind, and then tried to outline the shape of the door latch.

It's hard, listening to the rhythm of metal collisions, most of the door latches are inlaid with metal patterns.

The door was opened, and a bright light spilled from the crack of the opened door. It was bright, very bright, dazzling, very dazzling, Nan Yi couldn't help blinking.

Accompanied by the bright light from the shot, a burly figure appeared in the crack of the door. He was tall, about 1.95 meters tall, with well-developed chest and abdominal muscles, big arms, round waist, and a stable lower body. He must be a good fighter in unarmed combat.

The big man glanced at Faraque, and then at Nanyi and the others. With a bang, the door was quickly closed, and a string of words that Nanyi could not understand came out.

"Boss, the other party speaks Orissa, which means they don't welcome tourists here." Faraque translated to Nanyi after listening.

Nan Yi didn't say anything, but gave the tiger cub a wink.

The tiger cub nodded, took out 100 rupees from his pocket, and stuffed it into the crack of the door.

Chiliu, the banknotes were pulled in, and after a while, the door was opened again, and the strong man inside chattered a lot.

"Boss, the other party said it's okay to go in, but up to four people can go in." Faraque translated to Nanyi again.

Nanyi handed Faraque two 100-denomination rupees, "Tell him, we're going to go in with five people."

If Faraque wants to be an interpreter, he must go in. Nanyi and three bodyguards can form a compact CQB attack formation at any time, and if there is an emergency, he can also come out from inside.

Of course, in fact, the possibility of accidents is not high. Faraque said that people here are very disciplined in doing business.

Faraque took the money, whispered a few words with the strong man, and quickly settled the deal.

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PS: Everyone doesn't like Indian plots?