New Delhi and Meerti gave Zhang Chen the first real sense of the country's contradictions.

Next to a modern building may be a low, dilapidated slum. Next to the neat and majestic government office area, there is a small road where sewage flows. The social elite in crisp suits and mannered Rolex wore them against the topless ascetics who painted all over their bodies.

Poverty and wealth, civilization and ignorance, science and faith, cleanliness and squalor – these things that should not coexist are so wonderful that they constitute the most real side of this country.

"How long will it take to get to your manor?" Looking at the continuous forest outside the window, Zhang Chen asked casually.

Shanatanu shrugged: "It's already here." ”

Zhang Chen looked at it: "No, there is still a forest in front." ”

Shanatanu said expressionlessly: "There were two soldiers with guns at the intersection just now, remember?"

Zhang Chen nodded and said, "What happened five minutes ago, of course I remember." ”

Shanatanu still had a stern expression: "From there on, it has been the family territory." ”

Zhang Chen's mouth was wide enough to fit an egg, "You mean our car has been driving at your house for five minutes?"

Shanatanu shrugged: "Yes, that's right. ”

Zhang Chen shook his head in surprise: "It's really incredible, let's put it this way, how big is your family's family territory?"

Sanatanu pretended to be deep: "You can see everywhere you can. ”

"Fxck!" Zhang Chen couldn't help but burst into a foul mouth, "You landlords and old fortunes should really be allowed to taste the iron fist of the proletariat." ”

Shanatanu sighed, "Although my father is the patriarch, there are currently more than 700 people in the Shanatanu family, and more than 220 of them are qualified to receive property from the family. So, to be more precise, these are family assets, not personal assets. ”

Zhang Chen suddenly realized that this kind of big family that has been inherited for an unknown number of years, even if there are constantly branching family members, there will still be no fewer direct family members.

"If you know some Hindu mythology, you will know that the origin of the surname Shanatanu can be traced back to the time of King Fushen, and there are many descriptions in the Mahabharata and Bhagavad Gitas. ”

"Legend has it that our branch is supposed to be the descendants of King Pandu, who is not related by blood to King Fushen, whose descendants are protected by Vishnu's incarnation, Krishna, who once served as the emperor of King Pandu's five sons and helped King Pandu's son win the Battle of Kulu. ”

Zhang Chen was speechless: "I'll go, the descendant of the great king in the epic, disrespectful and disrespectful, you don't have any special functions or something?"

Shanatanu rolled his eyes: "Are those all myths, right? And after all these years, the real family history can only be traced back to the War of Independence, when an ancestor took advantage of the war to become a large landowner in Uttar Pradesh, and then my great-grandfather sponsored Nehru to further consolidate his position in Uttar Pradesh." The previous history is completely just a legend, and no one knows if it is true. ”

Zhang Chen smiled, this kind of thing is indispensable in all countries of the world, except for a few ancient families with very clear pedigree inheritance, most of the families that claim to be hundreds of years or thousands of years are a little tired.

After driving for another three or four minutes, in the shadow of the jungle, a three-story mansion with a steeple roof gradually appeared in everyone's field of vision.

Shanatanu took a deep breath, "Zack, please. ”

Zhang Chen patted Sanatanu on the shoulder, and Sanatanu settled down and got into his own Mercedes-Benz S600 with Zhang Chen.

"It's beautiful. Zhang Chen sincerely admired that the Sanatanu family's mansion had been decorated with flowers, and more than a dozen servants were still busy decorating it.

Two young Indians, dressed in formal attire with impatience on their faces, stood in front of the flower beds of the mansion with several servants.

"Brother Rahul, Brother Charan, this is the founder of Matrix, Zack. Zack, these two are my older brothers, Rahul and Charan. Shanatanu said.

"Mr. Zhang, I am glad to meet, I am Charan, and on behalf of the Sanatanu family, I would like to express my sincere wishes to the guests from afar. Charan smiled gently, and Rahul, who was next to him, flashed a trace of displeasure on his face when he heard the words "on behalf of the Shanatanu family", and then nodded lightly: "Mr. Zhang, hello, I am Karim's elder brother, the eldest son Rahul. ”

Zhang Chen's eyes flashed, he took the initiative to fold his hands on his chin, and said to Rahul the Hindi "Namosdai" that he had just learned, and then said congratulations to Charan.

Charan's unhappiness flashed, and he took a large wreath as thick as a child's arm from the servant's hand, and put it around Zhang Chen's neck, hanging down to Zhang Chen's knees.

Zhang Chen knew that this was one of the etiquettes for welcoming distinguished guests in India, and he trained his hands to fold and bow slightly to thank him according to the interests of the event.

The welcome etiquette was almost gone, and Shanatanu said, "Zack, my dear father, the patriarch of the Sanatanu family is waiting for the honored guests, please." ”

After passing through the tall and wide gate, entering the mansion, there is a hall of at least two or three hundred square meters. In the middle of the hall stood an old man with gray hair and a burly figure dressed in traditional clothing.

Zhang Chen knew that this should be Sanatanu's father, Warren.

Shanatanu walked up to his father and said sideways, "Father, this is Zack. ”

Zhang Chen bowed slightly: "Mr. Shanatanu, it is a great honor to meet you, congratulations on the happy event in your house, and thank you for giving me a chance to experience the real Indian culture." ”

Since Zhang Chen entered the door, Hua Lun has been looking at Zhang Chen secretly, and he couldn't help but nod secretly, touched his beard and said with a smile: "Mr. Zhang is polite, your reputation has spread to such a remote countryside, and it is an honor for our entire family to be able to come to participate in Xiao'er's wedding." ”

Zhang Chen smiled and said: "Don't dare, you can call me Zack, Kareem and I have known each other for a while, and I don't dare to make a mistake in front of the elders." ”

Warren laughed, "Okay, Zack, you've come all the way from afar, it's been a great job, I've already arranged a room, you can rest first." As you know, tomorrow the child gets married, and many relatives and guests will come to celebrate Charan in advance today, so don't be surprised if you don't take care of it. ”

Zhang Chen said politely: "It's me who caused trouble to everyone, I only found out about Brother Charan's wedding yesterday, a small gift, not a respect." ”

With that, Zhang Chen gestured to Thomas, and Thomas handed a wooden box he was holding in his hand to Dijang beside Warren.

Warren opened the wooden box, and inside was an iBook notebook with the screen lit up.

Zhang Chen smiled and took the iBook out of the wooden box, "This is our company's latest product. ”

Warren is a graduate of Stanford College of Arts and Sciences, and then went to Harvard to study management, and is no stranger to personal computers.

Zhang Chen said with a smile: "I really didn't have time to prepare any gifts, and I heard that STL also wants to enter the IT industry, so I asked the company's people to make a website for STL overnight as a congratulatory gift from Mr. Charan." Of course, because a lot of the information they don't know yet, it's just a big framework. If Mr. Warren wants to add or modify any information, he can contact the production team, and they can also provide the corresponding source code for STL to use. ”

(End of chapter)