Mixed in the last days as a salted fish

As the largest family in the Indian peninsula, the standard of banquets is naturally not inferior to that of the local tyrant Qatar, or even worse.

After the lunch break, everyone was dragged to the spa next to the villa. The spa was very luxurious, and Zhang Hao really felt what it means to be beautiful like a cloud.

Wearing a bathrobe, the old Ambani pointed to two very beautiful young women and introduced:

"Consul, this is Sister Shama, the chief technician of the spa. The techniques of the two are very good, and they cooperate with each other tacitly. This time, the two of them will serve you."

Zhang Hao glanced at the eyes of the two, and couldn't help but ask, "Are the two of them blind?"

Is massage for the blind also popular in the Indian peninsula?
Old Ambani nodded: "The two sisters are twins. They are very unfortunate. They were blind when they were born. I also saw that they were pitiful, so I arranged them to work in a spa. At least they can have enough food."

"It turns out they are twins, no wonder they look so alike!" Zhang Hao suddenly realized.

He didn't think of this at first, mainly because the height difference between the two sisters was very large, about five centimeters, and it was hard to believe that they were twins.

Immediately afterwards, little Ambani told the sisters: "A very, very distinguished guest came today, you two must serve well."

The reason why Ambani and his son did not disclose Zhang Hao's true identity was mainly because they were worried that the two sisters would have bad thoughts and avoid complications.

At the level of the consul, the general wooing methods are useless at all, and it is easy to make taboos. The father and son are very clear-headed and dare not show courtship indiscriminately.

Unless the other party takes the initiative.

"Yes, we know."

Sister Shama said in unison.

"Let's get started!" Little Ambani nodded in satisfaction. "I remind you again, you must be careful. If you make a mistake or dissatisfy the guests, you two don't have to stay here in the future."

Zhang Hao hurriedly waved his hands, smiled and comforted him: "Don't be nervous, just treat me as an ordinary guest. It may be because I've been too busy with work recently, and my shoulders are a bit hard. You can give me a good massage."

"Guest, this way please."

Although the Shama sisters are blind, they are very familiar with the room environment, almost no different from ordinary people.

Before the massage started, Ambani and his son greeted each other and left the room.

Zhang Hao lay on the large massage bed, enjoying the caring service of four soft hands.

Although the massage techniques of the two sisters are not as good as those of the old masters from the Health Bureau, they are still young, beautiful and delicious, and have a special flavor.

While massaging, the three chatted.

"Which of you two is the older sister? Who is the younger sister?"

The short man replied: "I am my sister Karama Sharma, and next to me is my sister Radha Sharma, both of us this year."

"I'm curious, since you two are twins, why is there such a big difference in height?"

Hearing this question, the tall Radha Sharma paused, then immediately returned to normal, and rushed to answer:
"When I was young, my family was poor and I often didn't have enough to eat. My sister often secretly gave me some of her rations. Because I was hungry all the time, I was not as tall as me."

"Your sister is so kind to you!"

Zhang Hao immediately praised him.

Karama Sharma immediately explained: "I am an older sister and should take care of my younger sister."

"It's because I'm too ignorant that I'm dragging my sister down."

Rada Sharma blamed herself.

Zhang Hao saw that the two sisters were a little depressed, so he immediately changed the subject: "You two sisters have such fair skin, so they should belong to the upper caste?"

"Guest, you are right." Radha Sharma showed a proud face. "Those who can work in the spa must come from high-caste families. This is the rule set by Master Ambani himself."

"Really? What caste are you?"

"According to what you Daxia people understand, we should be Kshatriyas, belonging to the second largest level."

Suddenly, Zhang Hao had an idea and asked, "What caste does the Ambani family belong to?"

"Well, the Ambani family belongs to the Vaishya, and the Vaishya has been a businessman since ancient times."

"Which one is taller, Kshatriya or Vaisya?"

"The Vaishya is one level lower, but both the old lady and the lady are from Brahmins, belonging to the highest level."

Radha Sharma hastily added.

Zhang Hao nodded with a smile, and couldn't help but sigh: "Interesting, indeed very interesting."

He met those two ladies one by one in the morning. They dare not put on airs in front of him, but they are very strong in front of Ambani and his son, giving people a domineering appearance everywhere.

It turns out that the root is here.

Seriously speaking, these are all self-inflicted by Ambani and his son. The Wubao masters headed by them, in order to consolidate the rule and disintegrate the resistance consciousness of the bottom, comprehensively promote Tianzhu religion in the whole society.

This invisibly deepens the caste system.

Of course, there is also a possibility that both father and son are good men who really love their wives and are willing to give in in life, but this possibility is very slim.

Next, Zhang Hao asked about the family situation of the two sisters.

The eldest sister Karama replied truthfully: "In addition to our mother, our family also has two younger brothers and two younger sisters."

"Where's your father?"

"Father died seven years ago in an accident because he was working hungry."

"Seven years ago?"

Zhang Hao muttered subconsciously.

The economic crisis just happened seven years ago, and it seems that the Indian peninsula has also been greatly affected.

Karama Sharma nodded: "I remember very clearly. After my father passed away, Mr. Ambani came to visit our house, and then he took a look at my sister and me. Before leaving, he took us to the spa."

"How did you two learn Daxia dialect? Can you write?"

"There are people teaching in the spa, we can only speak, we can't write, after all we are blind and can't see."

Zhang Hao patted his head, but he forgot about it, so he immediately asked: "I heard that you Indians got engaged early, are you two engaged?"

Radha Sharma was frustrated: "We are blind and no one wants to marry us unless they marry a lower caste."

"Then are you two willing to marry a lower caste?"

Zhang Hao asked along the way.

Radha Sharma rested the client's head on her lap and replied while massaging:

"I don't want to, the low caste can only do lowly jobs, and I won't be able to fill my stomach for the rest of my life."

Karama also shook his head: "Me too."

Zhang Hao did not preach, he knew what it was like to be hungry, and he understood the choice of the two sisters very well.

……

After the massage, Zhang Hao was taken to another room to rest. Not surprisingly, Ambani and his son soon appeared at the door.

"Dong dong dong, consul, have you rested yet?"

"No, come in!"

Little Ambani pushed the door open and asked with a smile: "Consul, how is the service of Shama and her sisters? Are you satisfied?"

Zhang Hao took off the hot towel covering his face, and nodded with a smile: "The service of the two of them is very good. If possible, I will give them more bonus later."

The two sisters only have a monthly salary of more than 1000 yuan, so he has this request.

"OK, no problem."

Little Ambani laughed.

Zhang Hao sat up, picked up the cigarettes at the side, and threw one to each of Ambani and his son.

Soon, the room became smoky.

"Chairman Ambani, as the saying goes, you can go to the Three Treasures Hall if you have nothing to do, what do you want from me?"

"Consul, we want to have a private chat with you about unifying the power grid." Ambani Jr. cut to the point.

Zhang Hao shrugged: "For this matter, to be honest, I really can't do anything. As we all know, the Indian region is essentially semi-independent, and even the central government can't intervene too much."

"Consul, what you said is too...modest. The strength of the central government far surpasses...the major regions. The central government is definitely not powerless, it just depends on whether it is willing to take action."

Old Ambani said slowly.

Zhang Hao smiled bitterly when he heard the words, and said frankly: "You two, I think your plan is too big. Even the Eastern Region and the Europa Region can't achieve a unified power grid, let alone your side."

"Consul, we know there is little hope for a unified grid, but there is a chance for a localized grid, don't you think?" Ambani Jr. explained.

"Partial grid? Which area do you want?"

Zhang Hao asked casually.

"West Coast."

Ambani Jr. blurted out.

Take the Indian peninsula as an example. Except for a few mining areas, more than [-]% of the current population concentration areas are concentrated in coastal areas and offshore islands.

This also provides convenient conditions for the unified grid.

Zhang Hao couldn't help but gasped. The Ambani family's appetite was really astonishing, and they were going to swallow up half of the power market as soon as they made a move.

He took a deep breath of the last cigarette, then put out the cigarette butt, and couldn't help shaking his head: "Let's not talk about the feasibility of the plan, can you provide so much money?"

"Consul, you don't have to worry about the funding issue. Since we dare to propose a plan, there will naturally be a solution to the funding issue. We won't joke about this kind of thing."

Ambani Jr. appears confident.

Zhang Hao did not continue to ask about the source of funds, but changed the subject: "Since this is the case, then I will say it directly. If the central government helps you win the electricity market on the west coast, what benefits will the central government get?"

"We can give up some shares in the power company. You are also a businessman. You should know that this is more profitable than oil extraction."

Ambani and his son have already made up their minds.

Regardless of whether it is pulling the central government or the consul himself, he can endorse his own power company and suppress all dissenting opinions.

Zhang Hao shook his head on the spot: "Let me give you an idiom, the gain outweighs the loss. The central government will not overthrow the long-standing policy on the Indian Peninsula just for this benefit. This is a very unwise behavior."

"Consul, we can convince other manor owners by ourselves. We don't need the central government to take action in person. The central government only needs to not object."

Ambani Jr. immediately took a step back.

"Oh? How are you going to convince others?"

Zhang Hao couldn't help being interested.

Little Ambani smiled confidently: "We just want to make money and have no other purpose, so I will invite all manor owners to join the power company, and everyone will contribute money and effort together, so that there will be no resistance."

"So simple?" Zhang Hao frowned.

"Of course it's not that easy. After all, there are tens of thousands of manor owners, big and small. It's an almost impossible task to convince everyone."

Little Anbani paused, and then said the solution:
"My plan is mainly divided into two steps. The first is to unite dozens of relatively large manor owners, and then use force to force other manor owners to join in. They are absolutely powerless to fight back."

"Then how are you going to convince those big manor owners?" Zhang Hao asked impatiently.

This is the most critical part of the problem.

Little Ambani said proudly: "It's very simple. When all the owners of the manors join in, I will return the full investment of the owners of the manors, but the shares will still be retained. I think they have no reason to object."

Hearing this, Zhang Hao called him a good guy in his heart!

The other party is too courageous to cut leeks so nakedly. Once this kind of thing is exposed, the Ambani family will definitely become the target of public criticism.

Seeing the consul's silence, old Ambani couldn't help asking: "Consul, what do you think of the dog's method? In addition, the central government is the same, and it doesn't need to pay a dime."

Zhang Hao immediately gave a thumbs up: "Chairman Ambani, you have a successor!"

"Haha, Consul, what do you mean..."

"Just wait for my good news!" Zhang Hao nodded. "I will try my best to convince Dean Fan of the Executive Yuan. As long as we both agree, this matter will be easy."

"Thank you so much!"

Ambani and his son were immediately overjoyed.

Zhang Hao smiled and waved his hands: "You're welcome, but I still think about it, since there is such a coup, why don't we just take down the East Coast as well?"

"Consul, it's not that we don't want to, but we can't. Although there are more than 100 people from the east coast this time, they will definitely not cooperate with us."

"Why not?"

"The reason is very simple. Although we belong to the Tianzhu religion, we split into two factions more than ten years ago, and the two sides have irreconcilable conflicts."

Ambani Jr. explained patiently.

There is only one main point of conflict between these two factions, that is, in the face of the end times, the West Coast believes that they must actively save themselves, while the East Coast believes that they must obey the will of God.

Of course, there is also the shadow of the Federation.

If it weren't for the intervention of the central government, the two sides would have seen the truth on the battlefield long ago, and it would be impossible to confront each other to this day.

Zhang Hao nodded clearly: "So that's what happened, I really didn't notice this situation."

Although he had read a lot of materials before, most of them were biased towards politics and economics, and he only briefly glanced over religion, and didn't understand much at all.

"Consul, on the east coast, they will definitely follow our example. You can take the lead here, and maybe you can get more shares."

Ambani Jr. offered to propose.

"Thanks for the reminder, I'll pay attention."

Zhang Hao nodded seriously, and did not refuse the kindness.

It doesn't matter if things are divided, at least there is no need to worry about one family dominating the big family. Ji Zhangqiu may be responsible for this.

Old Ambani stretched out his right hand: "Consul, let's make it so?"

Unifying the power grid is definitely a great thing for the Ambani family. It can not only make money, but also weaken the vast number of small and medium-sized families, reduce competition, and strengthen their control over them.

Although absolute control cannot be achieved, it must be far better than the present.

Besides, as long as the central government does not nod, it is unrealistic to achieve absolute control.

Zhang Hao grasped the opponent's hand:
"A word is settled!"

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