Han Xuan’s deepest impression of India was probably described in an article written by an American traveler in the 1970s:

"A corpse floated on the banks of the Ganges River. People calmly pushed him away with their hands, then picked up a cup and continued to scoop water and brush their teeth..."

Another impression.

In addition to those gorgeous and beautiful palace-style buildings, Indians also don’t use paper when using the toilet.

If it is said that people have formed a unique way of cleaning and hygiene in the Middle East because of climatic conditions, Indians who learn this habit from Middle East can only be said to be strange.

Han Xuan got up in the morning and squatted in the pit. He thought of something in the middle and was shocked!

I looked around the toilet. Fortunately, the bathroom in this villa was equipped with paper, but the quality was not very good, and there was only a thin layer.

The best purchase of everything, and the quality of toilet paper alone cannot satisfy Han Xuan.

It is impossible for them to choose cheap toilet paper to fill in the numbers. It can be seen that India lacks toilet paper to a point. Perhaps it is because there is no market and therefore no manufacturer is willing to produce it.

I forgot to open the window when I was sleeping last night, and I felt sweaty and my body was sticky.

After solving the physiological problems, Han Xuan took a simple shower and changed into a cool shorts, short sleeves, and flip-flops suit.

It is said that the sun is very strong now. In order not to turn into the strange skin color that is neither black nor white, he specially applied some sunscreen and even put a hat on his forehead.

For safety reasons, Han Xuan's room was never on the first floor. When he went downstairs to the restaurant, Secretary Dawson was placing breakfast, simple fried eggs, bread and milk on the dining table.

The bread is baked in the morning, and the air also has the unique aroma of toast. As a secretary, Dawson is omnipotent. Since he came to him last year, he has not done anything that makes Han Xuan dissatisfied.

When Hannah found that she was sitting at the table waiting for dinner, Han Xuan asked, "You are the only adult woman in the whole villa now, why not help?"

"Does women have to know how to make breakfast?"

Hannah asked him back, speaking for granted, “I don’t know yet, I’ve never learned it.

Maybe after I get married, I will try to learn how to make food, but it is definitely not now.

According to my idea, it is best to find a boyfriend who can make food. I think men are handsome when they are busy in the kitchen."

Dawson happened to come out of the kitchen and heard her words, and replied shamelessly: "Thank you for your praise for me.

When I was in college, I lived outside by myself, and I learned this from the landlord at that time.

She is a chef in a small restaurant who specializes in making pastries…”

The sun rises quickly.

You can feel the heat at around 8 o'clock, no wonder the green grass on the grass outside turns yellow.

After Han Xuan finished breakfast, he went out for a walk and had a meal. During this period, he came to the management center of this community and asked them to help find an excellent gardener to take care of the garden.

I felt that the small lake at the door of the villa was too quiet, so I asked them to help buy some Indian star turtles and Indian ridge back turtles back.

In India, ancient legends say that the whole world was hunched by turtles, so I had an inexplicable love for turtles, and I like to raise them in the office and at home.

He followed the customs of the countryside, so he also planned to raise some

A half-big boy with a Chinese face suddenly appeared in the community. This incident attracted a lot of people's attention. When they met Han Xuan, many people recognized him.

Because of the last Boeing plane crash, Han Xuan's bodyguard rescued the Indians trapped in the plane. The media overturned and bombed the news about Han Xuan for a while. The time was not long, and some people could still remember it.

There are endless praises all the way. The residents here are all in a wealthy society in Bangalore City. They are of high-class people and have good cultivation.

After wandering around this community, I found that some trash cans were not dumped in time, and there were many wastes thrown by people on the roadside.

Apart from that, the rest is fine, and I can barely make do with it.

Back at the villa in the center of the community again, Han Xuan was pulled by the anxious Fat Ding to the Lamborghini supercar. When he approached it, he clearly smelled a smell of gasoline.

Lean on the ground and look at the chassis.

Well, India’s current roads are indeed not suitable for driving such a low-rise supercar.

The road was too bumpy last night. In addition to the scratched terrain, the engine oil pipeline also seemed to have problems and was leaking oil.

Lamborghini has not opened a direct store in India yet. Perhaps experts who repair Lamborghini will be invited to come from the United Arab Emirates to repair it.

Han Xuan thought about it and felt it was too troublesome. He shouldn't need this car recently, so he said to Gabriel: "Put the gasoline and take the car to the airport. I'll repair it after I return to the United States."

Gabriel nodded and said that he knew, smacked his lips and sighed that such a good car had a problem after driving for a few days...

Hannah drove over in a Jeep off-road vehicle, and after saying goodbye to Han, Jason drove her away first.

I didn't tell anyone else where I was going, and the remaining bodyguards didn't ask. No matter how close I was to Han Xuan, I still had to understand the rules.

Nearly nine o'clock, Han Xuan and the others drove away.

He drove a Lamborghini off-road vehicle, with Isabelle sitting in the passenger seat, with Fat Ding and Little Barry in the back seat, and Winnie sitting in the back seat.

If this heavy off-road vehicle that was not designed for the army, the front wheels would have been pressed up by it.

Leave the wealthy area of ​​Bengaluru, bypass the golf course again, and enter the city from the suburbs.

Last night, I thought the city was dilapidated. When I looked at it during the day, Han Xuan realized that it was worse than I thought.

It was colonized by Britain back then, so now India's traffic rules are the same as those in Britain, and they drive on the left.

Han Xuan and his car's driving wheel is on the left side. Although it's a bit troublesome, they are all veteran drivers and can drive it.

There are very few cars on the road, mostly motorcycles and bicycles. There are two super luxury cars known to Asan and others, Rolls-Royce are leading the way, and the way forward is quite smooth.

No one dared to lean over, and there was a little scratching, so the compensation amount would probably be able to hold the base.

They all avoided them far away, and looked at the fleet of these cars with a complex gaze composed of envy, desire, and amazement.

I thought I had no shortage of materials to brag about with my friends during this period. I could actually see several such expensive cars. I was so lucky today...

A red light came across the intersection.

While Han Xuan stepped on the brakes and waited, a funny-looking Tata car driver next to him looked at them with a surprised look and stopped.

More than ten seconds later, a traffic policeman came over.

He was going to knock on the window glass of the Rolls-Royce, but Yu Guang accidentally found the silver double "r" sign on the wheel. He immediately retracted his hands like an electric shock, and put his legs together to pay a strange military salute.

Then stand in front of the Tata car and record its license plate number.

The owner got out of the car and shouted: "It's a red light now! Why do you want to write my license plate?!"

"Fine, take out all the driver's license and other relevant documents..."

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Chapter completed!