Although none of the Radha nor the others knew where the saris-clad Singh had come from, let alone her identity and relationship with Hong Tao, they quickly accepted the beautiful Indian woman. Not only does she speak English fairly well, she is highly educated, but she also has a thorough knowledge of Indian culture and history, making Singh the perfect guide for people like them who are here for the first time and are curious about everything.

Out of the courtyard of Nandna's brother's house, the crowd did not rush to find a taxi, but walked along the boulevard for a while, observing what this wealthy area of Mumbai was like, and listening to Singh give a general introduction to the characteristics of the city of Mumbai.

According to Singh, Mumbai is the most complex city in all of India because it is strictly a city of immigrants and very few of the people who live here are actually natives. There are Maharashtras, Gujarati, Parsis, and people from almost all the states of South and North India. There are also Muslims expelled from Persia, Muslims across the Arabian Sea, descendants of Portuguese and British, and descendants of Indians who emigrated. Among them, there are high-caste and low-caste and untouchables, big stars, doctors, lawyers, models, artists, businessmen, craftsmen, migrant workers and criminal syndicates.

Located at the head of a peninsula with the Arabian Sea to the west and the Gulf of Mumbai to the east, Mumbai is a deep-water shelter and the largest seaport in India. Mumbai is one of India's leading companies in the economy, business, and entertainment industries, with the Reserve Bank of India and the National Stock Exchange of India all located here. There are also many headquarters of large companies, and the famous Bollywood base camp is also in the city. This is one of the reasons why there are almost all races in India.

The Bandra district is in the western part of Mumbai and is bordered by the Masim River to the east. If you want to cross the river directly from the Bandera district, you will start looking for taxis. Indian taxis are all uniform colors, black body, yellow roof, model is also unified, is India's own product, I don't know what brand it is called, anyway, it looks a bit like old Shanghai. But in almost all cities in India, taxis are not the first choice for getting around, and there are not many of them. The streets are full of three-wheeled motorcycles, also black and yellow, with iron carriages and taximeters, which are considered regular taxis, not black cars.

Since they came here, they should try the daily life of the local people, so Hong Tao and they also stopped one of these three-wheeled motorcycles, according to Singh's name. This thing is called "Tutu", and it is really vivid, and it is indeed a sudden sound when it is opened.

The driver was a man of no age, as he had a big beard. It's all white, plus the vicissitudes of life, it is estimated that it should be between 35-60 years old. As is customary for Indian men. Most of them have to grow beards, if they come across the kind of man who wraps his head in cloth and has a beard as long as his hair. Then he is a Sikh, and they are not allowed to cut their hair and shave their beards all their lives.

The turbulent driver saw Hong Tao, and there were a total of 6 of them. He communicated with Singh in Hindi, and although Hong Tao couldn't understand what they were saying, he understood it. The turbulent driver wanted Hong Tao and the others to get into his car, and then asked Singh to give him more fares, but Singh refused. In his opinion, this small motorcycle can seat up to three people, but in view of the hot weather now, it can only be two people, and if everyone is crowded inside, Hong Tao would rather walk.

A string of three vehicles swooped across the Massim River and soon disappeared into the modest and crowded streets of downtown Mumbai, where they first went to India Gate. France has a triumphal arch, China has Tiananmen Square, and India also has a gate, which is called India Gate. The triumphal arch-like structure was built in 1911 to welcome the Emperor of India, King George V of England, and has since been used as a venue to welcome important figures of the monarchy.

Opposite the India Gate, there is another building that looks even more magnificent, and it is not clear what style Hong Tao is, this is the Taj Mahal Hotel, which is known as the Asian Star along with Raffles Hotel Singapore. It was built in 1903 by a wealthy Mumbai merchant named Jamshetji Tata, and there is a little story about why it was built. It is said that Mr. Tata went to a restaurant to eat, but was stopped from entering, because the restaurant only serves Europeans. He was so angry that he financed the construction of such a luxury hotel in Mumbai, and the steel frame structure in the lobby and the Eiffel Tower were made from the same materials, which were specially bought from France.

Except for taking a few photos, Hong Tao has no liking for this kind of thing, and he is more curious about the lives of local people, so he forced Singh to take them to the ordinary residential areas of the city to have a look. Although Singh did not agree with Hong Tao's idea, she could not stop it, so she had to communicate with the three turbulent drivers, and finally reached a deal for 1,500 rupees, that is, the three of them accompanied them to the home of one of the drivers. Hong Tao expressed his appreciation for Singh's ability to do things and understand, what he wants is this tone, just looking at these ancient buildings has a hairy meaning, and going to the big shopping malls is even more time-consuming.

The driver's home was not close to his home, and he was about to drive to Chhatrapati Shivaji International Airport before he turned into a large area of bungalows. It's a big deal! It's so black that you can't see the edge. Hong Tao, the large slum area of Lily's house, thought it was very impressive, but compared to here, it was just a small corner, so small that Hong Tao couldn't estimate the proportion for a while.

"There are 3 million people living here, and there are two or three more places like this on the other side of the airport, but it's not as big as here, and there are about 5 million people living in total. Are you sure you want to go in? Why don't you just look around...... If Sister Nandena knew that I brought you here, I would be scolded. Singh was still unwilling to let Hong Tao move on, and even used the bitter meat trick.

"It's okay, she won't scold you again in the future, because she doesn't have a chance, listen to a few more words, maybe you won't see each other for a long time, the local voice is still very important!" It's a pity that she is facing Hong Tao, and she is not very easy to do, unless he doesn't want to go, he won't hit the south wall and won't look back.

"Hong Tao, I'm a little scared...... Why don't we go out?" It's one thing to look at it from the outside, and it's another thing to actually get inside.

The slums are sweltering, damp and dark, with the smell of drains and flies, all of which are about to catch up with Australian farms. The most trembling thing is not these little creatures flying around, but the locals who stand in front of the door, on the side of the road, and around the corner, looking at them in a daze.

What do these people say? If you say that they have a fierce expression, you can't talk about it, if you say that they are wooden, it is not accurate, and I don't know exactly what Hong Tao feels, anyway, I always feel that I look at them as aliens, and when they look at themselves, they look at themselves like animals.

"What are they doing? beggars?" When the motorcycle turned a narrow intersection, it had to stop the car, because there were several ragged people walking in front of them, and when they saw the motorcycle and the Hong Tao sitting on the first car, they immediately trotted up, not running over, but running in all directions.

"Untouchables...... Do you hear the bells on them? Before I met you yesterday, I would have tied a string of bells to my ankles, but the house my mother left behind was better than here. As soon as Singh said a word, he glanced at the driver's back very cautiously, and then blushed and leaned on Hong Tao's shoulder, and whispered a few words in his ear.

"Why do you want to hang a bell? If you don't hang a bell, others won't recognize your identity, isn't your complexion quite white?" Hong Tao felt that using bells to distinguish these so-called untouchables was not very effective, a girl like Singh, wearing a clean and beautiful sari, who could tell her caste from her appearance?

"That's useless, you can't find a job if you don't have an ID, and the ID has my case on it. And everyone around me knows where I came from, and if I am found not wearing a bell, I will be blasted out of this area, and even my mother will suffer with me. In fact, those bells are not all to mark identity, but to remind others to avoid us in advance, because we are unclean people, and if we touch us, we will have bad luck. Singh shook her head, she couldn't say too clearly about Hong Tao's question, and many things could not be said without entering this kind of life.

"Then what did your mother do before?" Hong Tao didn't want to poke Singh's wounds anymore, so he changed the subject.

"She worked as a toby in the rich man's house...... Dhobi, it's just washing and ironing, that's how she and that person met, and then there was me. Singh called his father with that person, I don't know if there is a system that doesn't let her call her father, or if she doesn't want to call her herself.

The driver's home is not bad, compared to a bachelor! There is a wooden ceiling fan on the roof to turn, and the house is tidy. After chatting for a while, Hong Tao understood that the driver was not from Mumbai, he came from a place in the south that he had never heard of, and his wife and children did not come with him.

India does not have a strict household registration system, and he himself can earn more than 5,000 rupees a month by driving this kind of small taxi here, which is about 900 yuan, which is almost twice as much as farming at home. He is only 38 years old, but he looks like he is in his 50s, and his hair and beard are gray. I drive at least 15 hours a day, sometimes even overnight, and when I am sleepy and tired, I get confused in the tricycle seat for a while. (To be continued......)