In India, people of different classes live in different areas. This is absolutely not confusing. The rich own villas, and the poor even have no homes. Class is reflected in every place and permeates society.
every corner of.
For example, in a rich man's villa, there are chefs, servants, and servants who take care of the lawn. Among these people, when the servants see the chef and the servants, they have to lower their heads and give way. And some servants also have to bow their heads and give way when they see the chefs.
If it is a servant dedicated to serving the master or his wife, it is the highest-ranking servant in the entire villa.
Even these are divided in such detail, let alone the entire class of India.
The bar that Nia brought Yan Fenghuo to was a bar that catered for aristocratic gatherings - it wasn't actually a bar. It was a villa, but it looked like a bar inside.
Most of the people who come here to play are young people. As for the older people, they will definitely not come here. They have their own private parties.
"Nia! It's actually Nia!"
"It's really Nia. Doesn't she dislike this kind of place? Look, she brought a man with her."
"..."
Seeing Nia's arrival, many people's faces were full of surprise. Their ongoing activities were also suspended, and they all came out to say hello to Nia.
But Niya didn't even look at those people, and walked straight in with Yan Fenghuo, extremely arrogant. It wasn't until she walked in that she said hello to the two or three people inside. These two or three people had a calm temperament, which was obvious.
Has a higher level, at least equal to Nia.
"Nia, you haven't visited your father yet." One of the young people smiled and said to Nia: "This is wrong. You know, the high priest is not in good health now and often talks about you."
"I know, but I don't want to go." Nia held Yan Fenghuo's wrist, looking indifferent.
The young man was obviously very aware of Nia's temper. He just smiled and didn't ask any more questions, and turned his attention to Yan Fenghuo.
Among a group of pure-blooded Indian nobles, Yan Fenghuo was too eye-catching. His skin color was eye-catching, his height was eye-catching, and the cross-shaped scar on his face was even more eye-catching.
"Who is this?" the young man asked.
"My boyfriend!" Nia took over.
"Nia, how can you find a Japanese boyfriend?" The young man was furious.
This is simply an insult to their status. A Brahmin woman actually found a Japanese boyfriend. If the news spreads, Nia will be despised by others, and the high priest will also be affected.
Bloodline is the most important thing. No matter what class you are, once you have bloodline, you are the lowest level bitch.
"Bang!"
Yan Fenghuo raised his fist and hit the young man's face hard, causing his nose to bleed and he sat heavily on the chair.
"Look clearly, I am Chinese." Yan Fenghuo said with disdain.
Chinese?
Upon hearing the word "Chinese", everyone around him rushed up and surrounded Yan Fenghuo.
It would be fine if Nia was looking for a Japanese boyfriend, but she happened to be looking for a Chinese boyfriend.
The relationship between China and India has always been bad, and this bad relationship has continued.
India was once a British colony for a long time. During the British rule, India's policy was to expand southward to control the Indian Ocean, and to control the countries in the Himalayas northward to guard against Russian expansion.
After the British colonial forces withdrew, this strategic policy still occupied a dominant position in India, except that "defending Russia in the north" became "defending China in the north". At the same time, India inherited the so-called "McMahon" policy demarcated by the British.
"Line", illegally occupied Chinese territory, and even refused to recognize Tibet as our territory for a long time. It made unwarranted territorial claims to China and tried to consolidate its illegally acquired territory through force.
Under such circumstances, a self-defense counterattack against India was launched in 1962, which ended in India's defeat.
In addition, India has always hoped to become a global power and compete for dominance in South Asia and even Asia as a whole. China's long history, status as a permanent member of the Security Council, and its huge influence in the world, especially in Asia, have always made it difficult
India is very envious and jealous.
Another point is that China has been providing various types of assistance to Pakistan, while Pakistan and India have always had tense relations due to the "Kashmir" issue.
The country's problems are the people's problems. Under indoctrination, India hates the Chinese very much.
"What are you going to do? Yan Fenghuo is my boyfriend!" Nia protected Yan Fenghuo, her face full of anger.
"Miss Nia, a Chinese cannot be your boyfriend."
"We are aristocrats, and the Chinese are an inferior race."
"..."
Amid the commotion, Yan Fenghuo hugged Nia's waist, smiled and said into her ear: "Nia, do you still want to see how crazy the beast is? Haha."
Hearing Yan Fenghuo's words, Nia turned her head and said with a pitiful expression: "Yan Fenghuo, I didn't expect this to happen. I didn't mean it. Let's go. Let's go now."
Leave? After finally getting here, Yan Fenghuo refused to leave. He wanted to fight even more, and wanted to beat someone up as soon as he smelled the smell of curry in the room.
"Get out of the way!" a voice sounded from the inside.
Upon hearing this sound, a group of nobles immediately made way for the person who made the sound to come over.
This is a man in his thirties, with a strong body and a calm face. His eyes are always on Yan Fenghuo's face. There is a trace of doubt in his eyes, and then there is a trace of scrutiny, which finally turns into
confirm.
"Mr. Yan, I didn't expect you to come back here, haha. My name is Singh, welcome to New Delhi, and I welcome you on behalf of the Indian people that I can represent, hahaha."
A strong man named Singer quickly walked up to Yan Fenghuo, stretched out his hands to shake Yan Fenghuo's hands with great enthusiasm, as if he were meeting the most distinguished guest.
Everyone watching this scene was stunned. They all thought this scene was fake. How could it be possible?
Nia was also stunned. She never imagined that Singer would have this kind of attitude towards Yan Fenghuo. Singer has always been the leader of this group of guys. He is cold and indifferent to everything he encounters.
I have never seen him be so polite to someone.
"Yan Fenghuo." Yan Fenghuo shook hands with Singer and said with a smile, "Mr. Singer knows who I am?"
"I know! I know! You are a distinguished guest that I can't even invite! Mr. Yan, please come here, please come here. I'll call my father and ask him to come and accompany you in person." Singer bowed half-way,
Completely lost his normal appearance.
And his words completely shocked everyone: Who is Singh's father? That is the president of the House of Lords! The candidate for the next president!
What is the origin of this Chinese? Does he need the President of the House of Lords to accompany him in person? This is ridiculous, this is simply ridiculous!
"Forget it, no need. I'll just visit you another day." Yan Fenghuo waved his hand and said with a smile, "Today I'm just here to play with Nia. It's very informal."
"No, no, no, it doesn't matter. My father happens to be fine at home." Singh quickly said: "If my father knew that you came to New Delhi, he would be very happy, hehehe."
Singer knew the identity behind Yan Fenghuo and did not dare to neglect him at all. No, it was not that he did not dare to neglect at all, but he had to confess Yan Fenghuo! His father is a candidate for the next president, but there are more than just presidential candidates.
One? If his father can negotiate cooperation with Chinese think tanks, it will definitely be a very important weight!
"Then let's have a formal visit another day." Nia suddenly said this.
She was wondering why Singer was so respectful to Yan Fenghuo?
"Haha, Nia has the final say. So let's do it. I will formally visit your father some other day, and it's mine..." Yan Fenghuo paused, then leaned against Singer's ear and said in a voice that only two people could hear.
: “First stop!”
Hearing these words, Singer was overjoyed. He knew clearly what the first stop meant. In front of him was Yan Fenghuo, the leader of the Chinese think tank!
"Thank you, Mr. Yan," Singer bowed slightly and said with a smile, "Today the wine I have treasured for more than ten years can finally be opened, hahaha."
Yan Fenghuo accepted the offer gladly and took Nia to follow Singer towards the innermost part of the villa to taste the wine amid a group of shocked eyes.
This was something he didn't expect. It seemed that the position of the Chinese think tank leader was much better than he thought...
Yan Fenghuo certainly didn't expect that he didn't know how popular Chinese think tanks are to the world. In the past, when Xiao He was the leader, when he arrived in the United States, he would be received by the Secretary of State. As for the president of the United States wanting to see him... that depends on whether Xiao He has time.