Walking into a huge glass flower room, I don't know if it was a well-ventilated or a local tyrant, Varma may have connected the air conditioner in the "greenhouse", anyway, Zhang Nan didn't feel hot at all. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Davenral and his wife, his father, uncle, and younger brother were all there, plus Manu Jia Yin, who was very familiar with this place, and when Zhang Nan came in, Manu was chatting with Davenral's uncle.

Speaking in English, because the two old Varmars would never speak Hindi in their own homes, even if they should: because Davenral spoke very slippery.

Neither Manu-Jayin nor Zhang Nan understood Malayalam, the local language of Kerala, and the host family spoke English, which everyone could communicate with, and for them, speaking a little English was similar to the difference between Mandarin and dialect.

It feels like an English afternoon tea, at least the black tea is unchanged for thousands of years, and the silver tea set is used, and the teacup is the kind of old-fashioned British brand-name porcelain tea set that Zhang Nan saw at the British trunk market last year.

The servant brought three shelves of dim sum to the table, with all kinds of dim sum and fruit on top of each other, and it seemed that the Varmar family also had a special pastry chef. In the corner, a servant runs an old-fashioned gramophone, and the vinyl record spins, emitting light music that is not particularly clear, but very charming.

With a slight and almost inaudible hiss, it's more in line with today's Victorian environment.

The time was close to five o'clock in the afternoon, in fact, Zhang Nan was thinking about dinner at this time: after arriving in India, he could only eat dinner as a supper, and whoever made this schedule make dinner almost go until 9 o'clock in the evening.

Well, the three Mr. Varma, Zhang Nan, who is sitting in the chair of the Indian-style aristocratic backrest, should be talking to which Mr. Varma is heading.

Alice was pulled by Davenlar's wife to chat, and the hostesses of the large Indian landlords' houses were well-educated and generally good at socializing.

Knowing that this East Asian Chinese-American is an amazingly rich man, the Varmar family can't see his woman clearly.

Zhang Nan didn't bother to explain anything, and after thanking the host for his hospitality and the extraordinaryness of the manor, he took the not particularly large engineering plastic box from Alyosha who was standing on the side.

On the side, the two maids who served Zhang Nan just now also had something in their hands: one servant had just come with a flight box, and the other was holding a large, flat, and delicate-looking wooden box.

Zhang Nan put the plastic box on the table and said to the old Walma: "This visit is in a hurry, and I didn't prepare any gifts before, but I saw that Mr. Walmart has a lot of firearms in your house, so I temporarily prepared a small gift, I don't know if Mr. Walma likes it or not, please forgive me if I am offended." ”

I didn't rush to open the box, and I didn't push the box over: let everyone have a psychological preparation and a general guess, so that if you violate other people's taboos, there is room for the scene.

As expected, old Valma looked expectant when he heard this, and said, "Mr. Allen, are the weapons and guns in the box?"

Zhang Nan replied with a smile: "Yes, two sets of pistols." ”

Only then did he push the box forward.

Of course, what Zhang Nan sent out would not be antique guns, those were his own collections, so he was reluctant to bring them, and he would not bring them this time.

In fact, it was the spare gun in a miniature gun magazine on his Gulfstream 4, there were two such boxes, and several other long guns.

Besides, antique guns will not be packed in a plastic box: the packaging is practical if it sounds good, and it is simple if it is unpleasant, but the contents will also be good things that cannot be taken out in all of India.

The old man was not polite, he unbuttoned the buckle of the box, opened it, and took out two pistols from inside.

A little confused.

"Mr. Allen, what kind of model is this, I haven't seen it. ”

As he spoke, the old man glanced at the grip, but there was no magazine in it.

The three Varmar didn't know the model of this gun, and at this time, Jia Yin noticed that a bodyguard standing in the corner showed a yearning look, so he beckoned her over and asked softly, "Lu Gutai, do you know?"

This bodyguard is in his thirties, with big shoulders and a round waist, and he is not the former paratrooper who reassured Manu Jia Yin that the quality of the American parachute could be reliable in case the plane was finished.

The big guy is well-informed, and deliberately said in words that everyone can hear, but not very loudly: "Boss, this is Austria's latest fully automatic pistol Glock 18, which has not been sold publicly in the European and American markets so far, and it is said that it is only produced in small batches and only supplied to special forces." ”

This Indian man named Lu Gutai seems to be a firearms enthusiast and recognizes it at a moment.

Some people hate Glock's "plastic pistol", but there are many people who like it: it's lightweight, has a lot of ammunition, and it works very well.

The box Zhang Nan gave didn't look big, but it was actually very heavy. Not only do you have two guns, but you also have six standard 17-round magazines, two extra-long magazines of 31-rounds, four boxes of 50-round 9mm Perabellum bullets, and even a metal shoulder rest that can be attached.

Old Valma liked Zhang Nan's small gift, and the old man himself usually had a Browning high-power pistol, which is also used by the elite of the Indian army today (the Indian army uses their own imitations).

However, old Varmar obviously preferred this kind of fully automatic gadget, and even if the Glock 18 was loaded with a full magazine of 17 rounds, it was lighter than the Browning with only 13 empty rounds, and it was very suitable for the elderly.

The other party is very satisfied with the gift to the male host, so you have to give the hostess a copy, and this volume is large.

A flight box of Huaxia Jiangnan silk is not a finished garment, bed sheets or something, or a variety of fabrics.

Indian women love to wear saris, and it is very popular to send top-quality silk fabrics - what does Zhang Nan's sister do?

There are so many things that you can do more than just make clothes

Ha ha... I had long planned to come back to India for a trip, and the last time I went back to New York, I brought a large box of silk with me.

Not only the fabric, but also the contents of the flat wooden box made the Varma family smile: a huge "Peacock Peony Picture", not a painting, but a brocade woven by "Du Jinsheng" in Hangzhou, Jiangnan Province.

When they saw the meticulous craftsmanship on the brocade, the Varma family and Manu-Jain expressed their heartfelt admiration - fine, fine!

And these Indians are all knowledgeable, and at a glance they know that this is not a machined thing at all, but a pure hand-weaving.

It's not just a matter of how much money you have, it's that the average person simply can't get it!

Zhang Nan has a lot, let his little cousin Zhang Zhou get it through the Hangcheng City Government, use foreign exchange, and go directly to Du Jinsheng's factory to "rob", and he needs such a top Chinese national craft decoration in his house in China and the United States.