"First of all, we can't land in Kolkata. You can only parachutize, do you understand?" This is Jenkins' only condition. "That's the British territory. The port in Kolkata has been bombed by Japanese planes twice. The British air defense forces are nervous and will open fire when they see the plane."

"Trade!" Liu Yanzhi agreed immediately. Ji Yugan is an enthusiast of various sports, and skydiving is his specialty. Guan Lu has participated in parachuting activities many times. She is not a novice. Only Shuanzhu did not jump over the parachute, but with his help from the side, I guess nothing will happen.

After the conditions were agreed, the plane took off immediately and flew to Kolkata, the former capital of British India.

Two hours later, the four people from the crossing group arrived in Kolkata. Because there was no flight mission, the four of them parachuted down. Before leaving the plane, Liu Yanzhi paid 3,000 US dollars, but Jenkins refused.

The four of them parachuted and landed in the outskirts of Kolkata, swaying and landing safely. The land in the Ganges Delta is fertile, with lush vegetation and green eyes. There is a village nearby, full of low adobe thatched houses, with only a piece of coarse cloth running around to watch. They have dark skin, kind and enthusiastic attitude.

Ji Yugan tried to communicate with the villagers in multiple languages, and finally there was a language to the road. The elders in the village agreed to accept parachutes as rewards, and took them to Kolkata with a ox cart and offered a sumptuous dinner.

Shuan Zhu admired Ji Yugan very much and asked him what language he was speaking.

"Bangla." Ji Yugan shrugged, "There are too many languages ​​in Indians, so I have to try them one by one."

Dinner is a typical Indian meal of curry rice. A pile of rice and a small piece of yellow curry placed on banana leaves are stirred with your hands and eaten. This is the most advanced delicacy that the village can provide. After all, the silk umbrella surface of four parachutes can provide beautiful saris to women in the whole village.

Everyone endured the disgust and ate a little curry rice, and gave the rest to the greedy children. Before the sun set, they took a ox cart into the city, walked through a simple dirt road, and boarded a high-grade road made of gravel. Occasionally, cars passed by, and a city in the distance was shady. That was the great Kolkata.

Kolkata is an internal city located on the east bank of the Hugli River, a tributary of the Ganges. The city is divided into two distinct areas: the white area where white colonists live and the black area where indigenous people live. The former is full of Victorian buildings, with wide roads, green grass, trams and underground drainage systems. The black area is densely packed with shanty towns, with countless Indians living in it and living a life worse than livestock.

From 1772 to 1911, Kolkata was the capital of British India and the center of science, culture, economy and politics in mainland India. English is the common language here. This city is completely different from its suburbs. In a popular sentence later, it is described as cities like Europe, and rural areas like Africa.

The ox cart cannot enter the tall and upper white area. The four of them got off the bus and transferred to the tram. Except for Ji Yugan, the other three were the first time they came to India, especially Shuanzhu. He went back to the country with such a big head, and saw that everything was fresh and his eyes were not enough.

"I have been here in 2001, and there has been little change." Ji Yugan said, "It's really a living fossil city."

There are many Indians on the streets of the white area, but they are basically people of high caste. They wear suits and ties and canes, and read English newspapers when waiting for the tram. The dialogues between them are also in English. The earliest middle class in Asia was born here, and Shanghai is just a rising star.

Ji Yu was familiar with the journey and found a hotel he had stayed in, the Royal Kolkata Hotel, a white Victorian building, a courteous Indian doorman, a friendly British lobby manager, and delicious coffee. Of course, the price of all this was sufficient travel expenses.

The traveling group had a large amount of US dollar bills, and the US dollar was universally used all over the world, which was stronger than the pound. Ji Yu gave the generous tip and immediately won respect. The front desk opened three rooms for them, Liu Yanzhi and Shuanzhu lived with each other, while Ji Yu and Guan Lu lived in a single room.

In a short while, except for Liu Yanzhi, all three of them started to have stomach worries. The curry rice in the countryside came into play. The saying "I'm not clean and I'm not sick" is limited to China. When I came to India, I became ineffective. They vomited and had diarrhea, and they lost half their lives. After they got tired of the stomach, they had to call for a midnight snack.

The food in the big hotel is much cleaner, including bread, milk, chicken, fish steak, and you can eat it with confidence. Ji Yugan also told everyone a joke that during World War II, India was not destroyed by war and life was pretty good. It is said that a duchess came to Delhi from London, which was bombed by Germany and had extremely shortage of food. The servant brought a plate of turkey and was about to feast on it, but found that the plate of meat was used to feed the dogs, which shows the preciousness of peace.

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The four settled down in Kolkata and began to plan the next step. From India to the United States, there were extremely limited transportation options. In the 1940s, the aviation industry was already highly developed. There were many cross-border and intercontinental flights before the war, and short-distance flights were common. Even the poor and weak China had a small number of flights. The great poet Xu Zhimo died by a postal plane crash.

However, during the war, all resources were tilted towards the military, and international flights were basically grounded. Only national military and political officials flew around by plane. Ordinary people wanted to travel across the country, so they could only take cruises. However, they had to be wary of the harassment of German submarines by sea. They might lose their lives.

For a moment, the traveling group felt desperate. Kolkata did not have embassy and consulates of the Republic of China, and there were basically no overseas Chinese, so they could not seek help.

"You have read Verne's novel "Eighty Days Traveling around the Earth"." Ji Yugan said, "As long as you are willing to spend money and spend money, you can achieve your goal."

Guan Lu said: "You mean we buy a boat and drive it directly to the United States?"

Ji Yugan said: "Doctor, it's the 1940s now. Your thoughts must keep pace with the times. We can buy a plane."

Liu Yanzhi said: "Yes, buy a plane and hire a few more pilots."

The three of them laughed out loud, but after laughing, they were all dumbfounded. They were unfamiliar with the place. Who would you like to buy a plane in Kolkata? India is not the United States. This is a colony with relatively backward industries. Not to mention whether there is money to buy a plane, even if you have money, you may not be able to buy it.

Shuan Zhu said: "There is an airplane at Chen Dashuai's house."

A word woke up the dreamer. Although India gave people the impression that the streets were full of beggars and the city was dirty and messy, many local lords had a lot of wealth. Even at the end of the 19th century, Indian local lords became synonymous with local tyrants, and perhaps any local lord owned a private plane.

Ji Yugan went downstairs to find the front desk to exchange some pounds and Indian rupees. At the suggestion of the lobby manager, he exchanged a lot of coins and change to facilitate the alms of beggars everywhere.

"Please call a tailor for a suit. I think I need a few new suits to deal with the hot weather in India." Ji Yu said so.

"No problem, sir, there must be something important when you come to Kolkata." The manager is very good at chatting and can tell that the guests have the desire to talk.

"No, I have to live with you for a while, at least I have to wait until the consulate is built." Ji Yugan Road, he was so proud of his spirit, and his manager was solemn that he really thought that this honorable guest was a diplomat of the Republic of China who was preparing to build the Kolkata Consulate.

"I will need a car." Ji Yugandao, "You may be able to help."

"Is Rover's car OK? Twelve cylinders, 1939 models." The manager smiled with neat teeth.

In this way, Ji Yugan successfully disguised himself as a diplomat, Guan Lu became the diplomat's wife, Liu Yanzhi was the secretary, Shuanzhu was the servant, and the tailor made new clothes for each of them to cooperate with their new identities.

Ji Yu dressed in a British gentleman dress, a three-piece suit with morning dress and night dress, a lot of gold cufflinks, nanmu walking sticks, and a handsome and elegant dress. He was paired with a well-educated and proficient English-speaking wife. In less than three days, she integrated into the upper-class Kolkata community circle and successfully obtained important information.

Gangadar Khan, a Turkish lord with a British higher education, lives in this city. He owns a manor, two villas, high-end apartments in the city, countless jewelry, and most importantly, he has a plane.

Gangadar Khan studied in university in London, but he was still an absolute nationalist in his bones. He liked to spend money like money, gamble, collect luxury cars, and even more liked to study ancient Indian mysterious spells.

I heard that Tu Bangzhu had a monk who knew the air-driving technique at home. Ji Yugan thought it was a breakthrough. He took some effort to finally get on the line with Gangadal. The group took a Rover car with a blue sky and white sun flag to visit the manor in the suburbs.

The manor is located on the banks of the Hugley River, with green trees and fountains everywhere. In the hot summer, hundreds of fountains erupt together, reducing the temperature and creating a comfortable environment. Not to mention the fraud of the fountain itself, the sculptures on each fountain are masterpieces made by famous masters, and a manor is a treasure house of art.

The main building is a Victorian palace, with a shape similar to Buckingham Palace. Countless guards and servants create a palace feeling. The housekeeper invited Chinese guests from afar into the gate. After passing countless porches and rooms, he finally met Lord Gangadar Khan.

This is a man in his twenties, with golden glasses, fair skin, and a piece of sackcloth around his body, looking like a young version of Mahatma Gandhi.

After some greetings, Ji Yugan got to the point: "Your Excellency, I heard that you are very knowledgeable about suspended air technique, and I don't know if we can open our eyes."

"I'm very sorry, Singh is not a street juggling. He only hangs in the air when he enters a state of meditation." Gangadal said seriously, "Only he can master the magical hanging technique in the world. If every guest asks to watch the show, Singh will leave here."

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Chapter completed!