Jia Yin's family marrying their daughter, so far not only those individuals in Mumbai, but even the whole of India know that who let a guy who came to the wedding not follow the rules, but actually used the world's largest mass-produced giant transport plane to fly the wedding gift to a friend's daughter.

Of course, there are many "people" in Mumbai who don't know about this, because their lives are completely different from airplanes and televisions, and even have no electricity at all, and they will never go to the airport for the rest of their lives.

In the minds of India's traditional elites, the low-caste, untouchable, and destitute of other faiths living in the slums are not considered individuals.

According to last year's census, India has a population of 888 million, but that's just the official number, and in the eyes of these elites, India has a population of 80 million at most, and the other 800 million is nothing more than talking livestock.

The Jia Yin family is quite enlightened, but they will only pay attention to the face they get from the "crowd", who cares if those people in the slums know how luxurious and big the wedding they have prepared is!

No matter how many celebrities and dignitaries are invited to attend the wedding, they can't compare to Zhang Nan's big plane god assistance as a friend.

Since the birth of the An-124, any time it flies out of the territory of the Soviet Union and arrives in another country, it will become a news item of great concern in that country.

It's so big, bigger than the U.S. C5, and its carrying capacity is amazing, and in the past two days, the Indian military has had people in civilian clothes at the Mumbai airport to get a closer look at the giant plane that belongs to a private company.

Big planes, really big planes, even the Boeing 747 in the airport is significantly smaller than it!

Not only the Indian Air Force is envious, but even the Indian Army is envious: the use of such a super transport aircraft for strategic airlift is a strategic strength for any major country.

However, although India has always liked to import Soviet-style equipment, wanting to buy such a giant transport plane is not only related to whether the upper echelons think it is necessary, but also the tight budget and damn domestic approval issues, and in the end it depends on whether others sell it or not.

The USSR did not sell at all!

By the time Maozi was exhausted and could sell everything, domestic reasons in India made it impossible to import such aircraft, and the upper echelons preferred the smaller Il-76.

In the blink of an eye, a private company bought all the An-124 that could be bought, and also placed an order for the next few years, and there is nowhere to buy it if you want to!

A country's military defense budget operates on an annual cycle, and other people's private companies are the boss's idea and decision, and this decision cannot be compared!

In addition, the cash flow that can be mobilized by other private companies at any time can easily exceed India's foreign exchange reserves, and the bosses of other companies are making money in almost all industries, but they are not dragged down by more than 800 million poor people, huge fiscal deficits, and foreign debt several times the foreign exchange figure.

What you can buy with money, how do you compare it to others!

Well, this will be at the airport watching the Indian officers who greeted the scene from a distance and had an ostrich thought: "Boy, no matter how rich you are and how good your private army is, do you have nuclear weapons?!"

We have it!"

Well, Ah San also plays Ah Q's.

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Zhang Nan and Manu Jia Yin shared a Rolls-Royce, and Davenral Valmart went to accompany Henry and Swarzenegger, but my sister must be with her father, so hold it.

The Rolls-Royce is a four-seater vehicle, and you can't always let Varma sit in the passenger seat.

Although Zhang Yuchen is young, because he is often taken by his father to run around the world, he does not recognize his life, and after calling Manu this uncle, he uses Chinese "crackling" to tell his father about his unhappiness.

"Dad, there was a strange smell outside, it smelled bad! Why does it stink so much?"

Well, the smell is called curry, and this is the smell in Mumbai Airport, and even Zhang Nan felt uncomfortable in his nose last time he came.

Fortunately, the curry smell on Manu Jia Yin, who was sitting on the side, was not very good, at least it was much lighter than the strange smell wafting in the airport, otherwise it would be embarrassing to be told by my sister that it stinks.

The diamond tycoon also uses men's perfume, and he is used to this Zhang Nan and his daughter: although the two of them don't use it, there are many people who use that thing in the United States, and they don't feel it after a long time.

Zhang Nan used the strange reason that the things in the airport kitchen were burnt to fool the past, anyway, her daughter just believed it.

After leaving the airport, the little one began to be curious about the slum outside the airport, she had never seen such a strange and messy place, and the little brain couldn't understand how the children outside were playing.

Suddenly, the little finger pointed out the window, "Dad, look, those children are not wearing clothes, shame!"

Zhang Nan smiled awkwardly, his daughter spoke English and Chinese, Jia Yin on the side understood most of it, coupled with the surprised expressions and exaggerated movements that children would never hide, Mr. Jia Yin could even guess what the little guy was saying.

knew that the child would react to the scene outside in this way, so when she said Chinese just now, Zhang Nan didn't let her change her English, and it was better for Manu in the same car to not understand.

Now that it doesn't work, he simply said to his daughter: "Change your mother's words, otherwise Uncle Jia Yin won't understand, children should be polite, right?"

"Oh. ”

My sister was very obedient, and turned her head and asked, "Uncle Jia Yin, why don't those children outside wear clothes and shoes, the ground is very dirty." ”

She started talking from the beginning, and for the first two years, she couldn't tell the difference between Chinese and English, and she mixed it up at any time, forcing the nanny and servant who took care of her to make up for Chinese.

For this strange situation, the family didn't know how to teach at first, and only a year ago came up with a good way to divide the words of the little baby into two types: father's words and mother's words.

It is estimated that if you continue to persist like this, the little guy will be able to understand the difference between the two languages in another year or two.

Manu Jia Yin was stunned for a moment after hearing the little guy's words, and then said with a smile: "I don't know, maybe it's too hot outside, and they plan to go swimming."

Sister, do you know how to swim?"

The first sound, very standard.

He wouldn't talk to a four-year-old kid about poverty and wealth, or about the hierarchy of people.

Change the subject, the killer feature of adults.

The little man raised his hand, "Yes! Dad can't swim, I'm better than Dad!"

Manu Jia Yin inadvertently touched on one of Zhang Yuchen's children's favorite topics, because this is one of the things where she is better than her almost omnipotent father.

Diverting his attention, Manu Jia Yin talked to the child about swimming, saying how good he was at swimming, and Zhang Nan's baby daughter really stopped paying attention to the situation outside.

After this joke, the car passed through the slum and into the city of Mumbai, and Manu Jia Yin had the opportunity to briefly talk to Zhang Nan about the wedding arrangements.

In fact, a detailed introduction to the arrangements has been sent to New York before, so as not to make jokes because the foreign guests are not familiar with the customs and arrangements of weddings in India.

Arriving at the Taj Mahal Hotel, Zhang Nan found that the convoy did not go to the main entrance, but instead parked on the side of the road near the India Gate.

What's going on?