I am busy with investigation and research every day and unknowingly enter the plum rainy season in India.

It was already early July, and I had been in India for nearly two months. Although Han Xuan still couldn't stand some of the living habits and styles of the locals, it was slightly better than when I first came.

I still feel disgusted when I smell the smell on them, but as I often contact and communicate with the poor, I have become accustomed to ignoring that smell.

Winnie has a sensitive sense of smell. During this period in India, she has really had enough of it and has been staying at home and rarely goes out recently.

After receiving the support of the mayor of Bangalore... in fact, there is almost no difference between not being supported. The locals didn't listen to him and were too lazy to cooperate with the investigation.

Finally, Han Xuan thought of a solution, and gave the respondent one rupee to each questionnaire filled in.

He and Isabelle personally supervised it, and used his terrifying memory to screen out those guys who wanted to take advantage of the troubled waters and fill out multiple questionnaires, which cut off many people's chances to make money.

A vigorous investigation took place in Bangalore for more than ten days. Han Xuan was surprised that so many people could speak English, but he was also sighing for the huge number of illiterate people.

India's fiscal expenditure on education is really too low.

The number of schools is small and the tuition fees are high, which leads to many children not going to school at all. In some companies, there are a large number of child laborers.

When these children grow up, they don’t have to think about what they will become. Let’s not talk about the so-called higher education in India. At least they should be allowed to read first.

These are all matters within the scope of the investigation. He studied in-depth research on the contents of child labor in India for a period of time, and wrote an article and sent it to Brown University in the United States, asking President Gregorian to help publish it.

Han Xuan and Isabelle conducted a survey in Bangalore, and several other groups of scientific researchers recruited in India also distributed questionnaires elsewhere.

In more than a month, the number of questionnaires collected exceeded 427,000, and they only printed 550,000 copies in total. With the attractions of money, the recycling situation was pretty good.

Han Xuan also had a deep understanding of the Indians' bad intentions.

Whenever you go to a place, you can't make it anyway without spending money to make some money.

The small official, the local tyrant, is already humble. They don’t care who Han Xuan is, they only know that he is quite rich. If he doesn’t give them money, he will make trouble during the investigation.

When asking for help from the local government, the faces of those government officials are exactly the same as those of local tyrants.

Han Xuan, who learned the news, really wanted to imitate the same person last time and pour snakes on them.

In the mid-1990s, most of India's officials were already rotten to the core, with only money in their eyes and only their own interests...

In Han Xuan's opinion, things that can be solved are nothing.

But what's so annoying is that some people have got the money and actually want to ask for it again. They are like a bunch of mosquitoes, surrounding his investigation team, and always want to suck blood.

Unbearable, Han Xuan sought help from the Ministry of Commerce of the Indian Central Government. For international influence, they sent a small number of local troops to protect investigators, and the situation improved slightly.

Now, the investigation is suspended.

Han Xuan plans to take a break these days, adjust his body and mind that have become tired due to busyness, and deal with the busy things that follow the statistics.

Bodyguards were preparing cars in the yard.

Han Xuan lie comfortably on the sofa after breakfast.

The coffee table and the floor were covered with paper. This was the first draft he wrote last night when he stayed up late, and he had not had time to clean up.

He didn't say it himself, and others didn't dare to clean it up. If he lost any one, he would be full of his mouth and could not explain it clearly.

Fat Ding's body became more and more round, and she rolled on the carpet for herself, occasionally rummaging and meowing to her master, letting her master play with her.

Han Xuan patted his legs and asked Fat Ding to sit on it, hugging the cute exotic shorthair cat and ravaging it.

The expressions on Fat Ding's face are so rich that they can be made into many emoticons. They are very interesting, comfortable and squinted their eyes and rubbed them against his face with their big tail.

Winnie didn't know where she ran, and might be swimming in the pool again.

It rains these days, and it always feels uncomfortable. The completely different sultry climate in India and Montana has really made it fed up. It is only more comfortable to soak in water.

Little Barry had breakfast for more than fifty minutes and hadn't finished it. Its expression of enjoying bamboo has become an art, and it feels fragrant when watching from the side.

There are no pandas in India yet. People from the TV station came to interview it half a month ago, which caused many tourists in this community who came to watch the giant pandas, but unfortunately they were all turned away by the doorman.

The developer is happy that since Han Xuan also moved in, housing prices in this community have skyrocketed!

The more than 100 houses that were built up in my hands that had not yet been left were all completed in just over twenty days, and the price increased by more than 45% compared with last month. It has become the most noble residential area in Bangalore. Other residential areas do not live in billions of dollars.

Having tasted the sweetness, yesterday the owner of this real estate company came to Han Xuan specifically and said that he would give him a house located in the wealthy district of Mumbai, which is larger than this one, including the garden covering an area of ​​more than 7,300 square meters!

Han Xuan kept refusing, and the boss was desperate to give it to him.

After being rejected by Han Xuan several times, his eyes were red and told him to accept it. If he felt it was small, he could expand it by one or two thousand square meters, plus a full set of luxurious decoration.

There is only one condition, and when advertising, it can be said that Han Xuan also lives there.

Faced with the Indian boss who was so enthusiastic about welcoming his foreign friends, Han Xuan was deeply moved by his sincerity.

It was reluctantly difficult to accept the house that the company had no idea what it looked like and owned a second property in India.

The "kind developer" promised that he would leave him the best building wherever his property would be opened in the future...

"Little boss, the car is ready, let's go now?" The big bald bodyguard Ou pointed his head in from outside the window and asked Han Xuan.

"Well, Isabelle is going to pack up and wait a few more minutes."

Han Xuan stood up and stretched, changed his shoes and went out.

I saw an Indian star turtle with gorgeous patterns on the shells, which was slowly climbing forward on the neatly trimmed grass.

He walked over and grabbed it in his hand. The star turtle's head and limbs were retracted into his shell, opened his small green bean-like eyes wide, staring at Han Xuan curiously, and soon after, he quietly poked his head out to eat the vegetable leaves in his hand.

There are many Indian star turtles like this on the grass, and ordinary Indian ridge-backed turtles floating on the water of the pond. They were bought by the community administrator last time.

Among them is an Indian star turtle, which has rarely grown two heads. Now I don’t know where I have gone and I haven’t seen it… (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!