Zhang Jie's eyes widened, and he whispered, "Let go, wait until you get off the plane and see how I eat you!" "His face is still not as good as that of the Japanese, and he does not have the courage to stage exciting actions in the cabin of a passenger plane with more than 100 passengers. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"Okay, I'll listen to you." Quirin smiled like a flower and pulled her little hand out of the blanket.

Zhang Jie felt that time passed very quickly, as if he had just gotten on the plane not long before arriving at Mumbai Airport. Tao Guowei originally booked a room at the Taj Mahal Hotel and asked the hotel to send a car over.

It's just that Zhang Jie felt a little angry in his lower abdomen, so he asked Tao Guowei and the employees to go over, but he and Quilin went to the Hilton Hotel five minutes away by car.

Huhu, huhu, an hour later, Zhang Ju, who had just finished an intense exercise, lay on the bed, hugging Quirin with blurred eyes and flushed cheeks.

He swept Quilin's plump body with a smug look, and said with a wicked smile: "Let's see if you dare to deliberately tempt me in the future, now you know it's wrong." ”

"You, you're amazing! I was wrong. Qui Lin sneered, and her elastic body arched in Zhang Zhang's arms.

Zhang Ju listened very comfortably, as if he had eaten a ginseng fruit, and the pores of his body were ironed. A stunner with a fiery figure writhed in his arms, and the newly shrunken Xiao Zhang Jie showed signs of expansion again.

"How is the anti-cancer drug you said at the beginning being developed?" Queline glanced at Zhang Jie, saw him with a smile on his face, and was very happy, so she took the opportunity to ask.

When Zhang Jie heard this, he classified Quelin in his heart as a woman who is only suitable for a few friendly matches occasionally, and cannot be trusted, and said: "In fact, anti-cancer drugs have been successfully developed, and a prototype drug for lung cancer has been found by me."

In the experiment, it was able to completely kill lung cancer cells without harming normal cells. And it's very easy to produce, as long as we keep cultivating immune cells that can secrete this substance. ”

"You're the smartest genius scientist in the world!" Quillin sent a fragrant kiss, "What is the name of this drug that fights lung cancer?" ”

Zhang Intercept said casually: "It's called a lung cancer killer, and I hope that there will be no more patients in the world who die of lung cancer in the future." ”

"What a majestic ambition, I am willing to help you fulfill your wishes."

"It's up to you to perform, I wasn't done yet."

Zhang Ju pressed back on Quirin and began to do the push-up exercise, despite her slight frown and soft cries of pain.

An hour later, Quirin, with a pale face, limped out of the large suite, as if she had been tossed by a bull for a long time.

She was holding a glass in her hand with a shallow layer of liquid that Zhang Jie had poured out of a test tube, which contained the immune substance of the lung cancer killer.

Even though she persuaded her for a long time, Zhang Jie didn't divide the lump of lung tissue that could secrete lung cancer killers. In his words: "Don't you want to verify the effectiveness of the drug, just have a lung cancer killer." ”

Zhang Ju saw the expression on Quelin's face as if he had eaten a fly, and he was secretly proud in his heart, don't compare me with the kind of person who is stunned by beauty, it must feel uncomfortable.

Although a lot of physical strength and energy had been expended in the cultivation just now, his physique, which was four times that of an ordinary person, quickly recovered, and his body was full of strength again.

Now that he has come to India, Zhang Juan plans to go outside to browse on the spot and see with his own eyes what is the difference between the real India and what he has seen on the Internet before.

He took the elevator to the lobby on the first floor of the hotel, and a foreman came over and said in English: "Mr. Zhang, do you want to go out, do you need us to have a car?" ”

The attitude of the foreman was very respectful, and the whole hotel had already seen the intimate relationship between Zhang Ju and Quelin, and was ready to provide the best service.

Zhang Jie just glanced over and found a slightly strange thing, India's service industry uses a lot of people. What one person does in the country, it takes three or four people to do it together in India.

The person who sweeps the floor will always sweep the floor, the person who wipes the table will always wipe the table, the person who delivers drinks and food to the hotel guests will always send drinks and food, and the person who cooks will always cook.

Even if there is a dark-skinned sweeper a meter away next to you, and you ask him to fetch a glass of water, he will only call the person who specializes in delivering water.

When Zhang was on the plane, he heard from Quelin about this situation, but after actually seeing it, he was still taken aback, this human resource is too wasteful.

He linked this situation to caste in India, where people of the lower race were said to be "unclean" from the moment they were born, could not go near the high race, could not touch the food of the noble guests, and so on.

"Arrange a car, I want to see the scenery of Mumbai."

"Okay, please wait a minute."

The foreman passed the order to the assistant, who told a thin black man next to him, who then ran to inform the driver. A simple notification has also been made like this.

After a while, a Toyota luxury car stopped in front of the hotel gate. The foreman said, "Mr. Zhang, this is the driver with the best driving skills in our hotel, and he knows most of the streets in Mumbai. Have a great trip. ”

"Thank you." Zhang Ju got into the car and said a word to the foreman who closed the door.

The driver was a middle-aged man with a clean face, and he didn't have a beard like an ordinary taxi driver: "Mr. Zhang, where do you want to go?" ”

Zhang Ju said: "I heard that there are exquisite buildings left over from the British colonial era in the old city of Mumbai, and the court and the tax office are all over there, so go and have a look over there." ”

"Okay."

Zhang Ju looked at the scenery outside the window, one moment it was a luxury hotel building with a modern appearance, and the other time it was a low and dilapidated small building. This is not once or twice, but over and over again. Overall, the number of modern high-rises is far less than the number of small, dilapidated buildings.

Squeak, the moving car suddenly came to a sharp halt, and Zhang Jie's body leaned forward more than 40 degrees. He saw a yellow taxi bolt in front of the vehicle, ignoring it. When the two cars were close, they were only half a meter apart and almost collided.

This is not an isolated thing, and several similar things have happened in the future, and thanks to the driver's skillful driving experience, several upcoming car accidents have been avoided.

In addition to drivers who do not obey traffic rules, there are also five or six sharp brakes on the road because of the free ox and the dog swaggering across the road.

When he arrived in the Old City of Mumbai, Zhang Ju was not in a good mood when he looked at the exquisite British-style buildings and lush palm trees.

"Let's go back." When Zhang Intercept passed through the India Gate, he asked the driver to stop and take a picture with his mobile phone, and he didn't bother to take pictures the rest of the time.