Chapter 445 Cockroach
The dreams of rich people and the dreams of poor people will probably never intersect.
Well, except for the big blond horse.
The poor dream is to have enough food to eat all their lives and to look like rich people.
So what do rich people dream of?
Barum didn't understand it before, but now he can get the general idea.
That is, lose weight! Make yourself look like a poor person.
As the sun sets, the open space around Windsor Apartments transforms into a sports field.
A fat man with a big belly and an even heavier fat woman with wet patches under their armpits were taking an evening "walk".
The rich people in Delhi party till late at night, and since they eat and drink all day, it is natural for them to gain weight.
So, they rely on walking to lose weight.
Satya is already middle-aged, so it is inevitable that he has gained weight.
He hadn't realised this at all in Uttar Pradesh, but after coming to Delhi, he suddenly became anxious.
Seeing the dignitaries around him trying every possible way to lose weight for the so-called body shape, he also pretended to join in.
For rich people, the gym is too hard and too tiring, so "walking" is more polite.
Where do people usually go for walks? Outdoors, of course—by the river, in the park, or in the forest.
However, while showing off their extraordinary talent in urban planning, the wealthy people of Delhi also built this area of the Greater Defence Area into a place with no parks, no lawns, and no playgrounds.
There are only buildings, only shopping malls, only restaurants, and only more buildings.
There was a sidewalk outside the tower, but it was for poor people to sleep on, so if you wanted to "take a walk", you could only walk around the concrete courtyard surrounding the tower.
Whenever the obese masters "walked" around the yard, they would have their thin servants, mostly drivers, stand at different points in the circle, holding bottles of mineral water and clean towels in their hands.
After each lap around the tower, they would stop beside their servants, grab a bottle and gulp, grab a towel and wipe it, and then walk again.
Barum was standing at a point on the circle, and the vitiligo driver who lived in the underground servant area with him was also walking with his master in the yard.
He held a bottle of water and a towel soaked with his Master's sweat, and every few minutes he would turn and wink at Barum.
His boss, a steel tycoon, had been completely bald two weeks ago, but now had a thick head of black hair to show off.
This was a wig he had specially made in England at great expense, and it had become the main topic of discussion among them these days.
Other drivers offered ten rupees for the vitiligo driver to perform some old trick, such as slamming on the brakes or driving over a pothole at high speed, so as to knock his owner's wig off at least once.
The drivers would reveal the secrets of their masters every night and then comment on them in detail.
Barum was standing more than a meter away from the vitiligo driver, holding his master's bottle of mineral water in his hand and his sweat-soaked towel on his shoulder.
As Satya was about to complete his circle, Barum could smell his sweat coming towards him.
This was his third lap. He took the bottle, drank it all in one gulp, wiped his face with the towel, and then put it back on Barum's shoulder.
"That's all for today, Barum. Bring up the towel and the bottle."
"Yes, sir," Barum said, watching him walk into the apartment building.
He walked once or twice a week, but this evidently did not counteract the effects of his evenings spent indulging in wine and women.
Barum saw a wet, large belly appearing beneath his white T-shirt, which was a disgusting sight.
Barum winked at the vitiligo driver and headed towards the underground parking lot.
Ten minutes later, he smelled the scent of sweat and heard footsteps.
The vitiligo driver got out and Barum called him to the Ambassador car. Now this was the only place where he could feel 100% safe.
"Country Mouse, you haven't been to Derry for a while."
“My master is a Uttar Pradesh MP, so of course he stays in Uttar Pradesh.”
"Okay, what's up? You want me to bring you another magazine? Murder Weekly?"
"No, I want something else."
Barum squatted down, leaning against one of the Ambassador's wheels, scratching the treads with his fingernails. The vitiligo-stricken driver also squatted down.
Barum showed Vitiligo the golden lock, which he always wore tied around his wrist as if it were a keepsake locket.
Vitiligo took his wrist, brought it to his nose, touched the hair with his fingers, smelled it, and then put it down.
"A purebred European horse." He was very sure.
"Can you handle it?" Barum swallowed.
"No problem," he winked. "I told you your master would get lonely."
In addition to being a driver, Vitiligo also works as a broker, providing a variety of scarce items.
Foreign liquor is very expensive in Delhi because it is taxed, but the liquor in the embassy is duty-free. This liquor was originally provided to the officials inside, but they took it out and sold it on the black market.
He could also get other things like golf balls, which were sold by a driver who drove at the American consulate.
He can even get women, and even some special fetishes are no problem.
Vitiligo thought that Barum was looking for him to find a big foreign horse for his master.
"Don't mention him!" Barum grabbed his neck and he broke free.
"Are you crazy? You almost strangled me!"
Barum continued to scratch the tire treads with his fingernails, his eyes flickering. "How much?"
"High-class or low-class? Do you want a novice? It depends on the situation."
"I don't care, but she has to be a blonde, like the woman in the shampoo commercial."
"The cheapest one costs 10,000 or 12,000 yuan."
"So expensive?" Barum raised his head subconsciously.
"What do you think? This is a genuine big horse."
"I don't have that much. No, the most my master is willing to pay is four thousand rupees."
"Six thousand five, country mouse. At least this price. We must respect white people."
"All right."
"When does he want it, Country Mouse?"
"I'll tell you, soon. There's one more thing I want to ask you."
Barum put his face against the tire and took a deep breath of the smell of rubber to give himself a little courage.
“How many ways can a driver deceive his owner?”
Finally, finally, Barum asked the question.
The driver with vitiligo's eyes lit up, as if he had found a like-minded soulmate.
"Country Mouse, from today on, you are a qualified Indian driver."
As a servant, if you cannot be sneaky and deceive your master, then you are not a qualified driver.
Vitiligo did not hide his secrets and revealed all his hidden tricks.
Discussion! How can entrepreneurial drivers earn extra income?
1. Use a funnel and siphon to suck out the gasoline from the car while the owner is away, and then sell the gasoline.
2. When the owner asks him to repair his car, he can go to a shady repair shop. The repair shop can inflate the repair costs and then give kickbacks to the driver.
Here are some entrepreneurial repair shops that can help entrepreneurial drivers:
Jixiang Car Dealership, located in Ladsele, near Qutb
RV repair shop, located in Greater Keshra 2
Nilofar Auto Repair Shop, located in DLF Zone 1, Gurgaon
3. He should study his master's habits and then think, "Is my master careless? If he is, how can I exploit this to my advantage?"
For example, if the owner left an empty bottle of English whiskey in his car, he could sell it to counterfeiters, with Johnnie Walker Black Label being the most popular.
4. As his experience and confidence grow, he can try something more daring. He can turn his owner's car into an unlicensed taxi.
The road from Gurgaon to Delhi is the best for this kind of thing. Many love-struck men come to the customer service center here to see their girlfriends who work there.
Once an enterprising driver is confident that the owner won't notice the car's presence and that the owner's friends are unlikely to be on the road during this period, he can use his free time to shuttle back and forth, picking up passengers who are willing to pay.
At night, Barum lay in the mosquito net with the light on, watching the black mantises crawling around on the top of the mosquito net, their antennae trembling constantly, just like his nerves.
He lay in bed, too anxious to reach out and strangle them, when a mantis flew down and landed right on his head.
Barum seemed to hear the cockroach speaking to him:
When they made you sign the helicopter accident details form, you should have asked them for money.
That's enough money for you to sleep with twenty white girls.
The cockroach flew away, and another one flew over and landed in the same place.
No, at least a hundred! it said.
The cockroaches in the room all spoke:
One hundred, two hundred, three hundred, one thousand, ten thousand blondes.
Even this is not enough, it is far from enough.
Barum's mind was filled with the sounds of cockroaches.
Satya had no idea what his servant was thinking. After waiting for half a month, he was finally summoned by Mr. Sur.
The meeting place was very meaningful, it was the Sunshine Five-Star Hotel which was just opened by Sur Properties Group in New Delhi.
After two years, this luxurious star-rated hotel finally completed all the renovation work.
The location there is very good, right next to the Capitol, so there is basically no shortage of customers.
Satya was very happy that Mr. Sur wanted to meet her there.
Because he will have the chance to meet real senior officials in New Delhi, and everyone knows that Mr. Sur has close ties with the BJP.
For the sake of business or to make their own people feel more at ease, they will inevitably hold their daily meetings in the Sunshine Hotel.
Early that morning, Satya rushed to the appointment excitedly.
PS: I’m kind of thinking about finishing the book, probably around the end of the month.
Summer vacation is almost over, and I want to seize the opportunity to take my family out for some fun.
(End of this chapter)
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