Chapter Twenty-Six: A Leisurely Routine in the Plague Period (I)

Half a month later, India, Bihar, the Buddhist holy land of Bodh Gaya, the newly opened "Golden Lotus" luxury hotel

- After defeating the T virus with the extraordinary immunity exercised by the water of the Ganges River, Chandra returned from the other world out of concern for the second infection in view of the poor situation of the sick and poor sanitation in Vicha Village. As soon as Mr. Shukla recovered slightly, he fled his hometown in a hurry, rushed to the nearby tourist resort of Bodh Gaya, and found the most luxurious hotel to stay here, preparing to escape the high incidence of the "new flu". Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

And Wang Qiu and his entourage also moved here, on the one hand, to observe nearby, just in case, on the other hand, it is also equivalent to self-isolation, and it is inconvenient to return to China for the time being - although the global zombie crisis will not appear, but a "Indian flu" caused by a weakened version of the T virus is still violently sweeping the world, causing more than half of the world, including China, to be in turmoil......

Under such circumstances, the relevant parties thought that it would be better for Wang Qiu and them to stay abroad for a few more days for the time being.

At this moment, the monstrous rainstorm that raged all night finally released all the energy on the eve of sunrise, and a little rest, but also allowed this fertile land moistened by the Ganges River to enjoy a moment of tranquility. Then, the first light of dawn was like a sharp sword that pierced the night sky in an instant, piercing the dark world that was originally purple and black, and making the roofs of thousands of houses shine in the morning light.

In a luxurious suite on the top floor of the hotel, Wang Qiu, who was lying on a carved bed, was also bathed in the morning light of dawn and slowly woke up.

“…… Scold...... It's glaring...... It's already dawn......" A slightly hoarse moan slowly emanated from the depths of his throat. Then, with a hint of residual tiredness, Wang Qiu finally yawned and opened his dry eyelids.

Suddenly, a bright light shot straight into his field of vision, making him cry involuntarily, so he had to quickly tilt his head to avoid the dazzling sunlight, but the original chaotic consciousness also quickly woke up.

The next moment, he noticed the mature female body beside him with skin as white as beautiful jade and faintly exuding an intoxicating fragrance.

- After last night's entertainment, Shizuka Jukawa is lazily curled up in a comfortable bed, her bumpy and delicate naked body covered with only a thin sheet, outlining the exquisite curves. Her blonde hair, which shines like the sun, is also swept out naturally without any pretentiousness...... It seemed that she felt the movement on Wang Qiu's side, and she was still asleep, she also muttered a few times and moved slightly, but the only sheet on her body also slipped off, revealing two clouds of snow-white and greasy agar, exuding a rich sweet smell. And the two smooth and delicate slender jade legs are also stretched out unabashedly, making the most private secret garden at the base of the thighs appear for a while, which is simply tempting to commit crimes.

The bright morning light shining through the window rendered her beautiful naked body like a dream for a while. The fair skin, delicate facial features, and long silky golden hair are all under the refreshing morning sun, reflecting hazy colorful spots.

That's a ...... The visual enjoyment that only the legendary "winner in life" can have! As soon as I got up in the morning, I saw such a beautiful scenery, even if I had enjoyed it many times before, Wang Qiu couldn't help but swallow his saliva, felt a little dizzy, and his chest was even more dizzy, and he couldn't wait to pounce on it immediately, and pressed this good Ji friend who kneaded, hugged, touched, touched, rubbed, and licked, and vented the fiery desire in his heart...... It wasn't until a burst of exhaustion that seemed to come from his bone marrow came from his body that Wang Qiu temporarily stopped moving.

Then, he remembered that because he was extremely bored, he seemed to have used too much authentic Tianzhu Divine Oil last night, and he actually made it four times in a row...... Rao has a sturdy body that has been strengthened many times and is comparable to Captain America, and he is already a little unbearable

“…… Belch...... Let's be a little more restrained! You can't die in a woman's belly like someone I've seen before! ”

He sighed, muttered quietly, turned and got out of bed, then put on his clothes with the gentlest movements, and crept out of the room, lest he wake up the blonde woman who was still sleeping in bed......

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Stepping out of the bedroom of the luxury suite, you will find a lavishly furnished living room, reminiscent of a Victorian-style English aristocratic manor – with a golden cashmere carpet at your feet, beautiful landscape paintings on the walls, refreshing mint incense wafting through the air, tables and chairs delicately carved out, and all kinds of bronze and silver objects polished to a sparkling finish.

Wang Qiujing sat down next to the teak dining table covered with a white tablecloth, pulled a rope beside his hand, and a bell rang outside the door. After another moment, a team of hotel servants dressed in neat dresses rushed in, waiting for Wang Qiu, a distinguished guest, to enjoy breakfast.

The whole process of the meal was as follows: first, a servant came forward, placed a large silver-plated plate in front of him, and helped him tie a napkin;

Then a servant with a large tray in one hand came and poured black tea from the silver kettle in front of him, with lemon and honey.

Then a second servant with a large tray in one hand came and placed a small bowl of green mung bean curry on his plate;

Then a third servant, with a large tray in one hand, came and placed a cup of white hot milk and a small plate of sugar cubes on his plate;

Then a fourth servant came with a large tray in one hand and placed a bowl of yellow chicken curry on his plate;

Then a fifth servant, carrying a large tray in one hand, came and placed a small straw basket containing miniature Indian tossed bread;

Then a sixth servant with a large tray in one hand came and put a knife and fork at his special request (Indians usually eat directly with their hands).

Finally, a seventh servant came with a large tray in one hand and placed a white porcelain dish with a piping hot fried egg in it.

After all the food was served, the eight servants returned to the door, stood in a neat row, and bowed to Wang Qiu. If Wang Qiu had not signaled them to go down, they would have watched respectfully until Wang Qiu had finished eating, and would be ready to comply with any orders from Wang Qiu.

During the whole process, eight servants circled around Wang Qiu alone, and everyone was so polite, every action was so meticulous and clear-eyed, and all the knives, forks and cutlery were polished...... It's just a grand show of princes and nobles.

Of course, since it is a grand show of princes and nobles, it is natural to set a price code like a prince and nobleman - Wang Qiu has to pay 50,000 rupees for every day he lives in this luxury suite, which is equivalent to 5,000 yuan...... In India, where the average monthly salary of middle-class white-collar workers is only 20,000 rupees, the luxury of this price is enough to make most people look up to it. But Wang Qiu doesn't have to care about this little money, he can be reimbursed anyway.

However, despite the enjoyment and decoration of the palace, as soon as you turn around and open the curtains, you can see a row of dark low-rise bungalows spreading to the sky - like many developing countries with a huge disparity between the rich and the poor, this luxury hotel in the holy land of Buddhism is also the same inside and outside, with golden chandeliers, carpets and high-end furniture, as well as central air-conditioning 24 hours a day. As well as hordes of filthy tramps.

In addition, this high-end hotel has more Indian characteristics, and what impressed Wang Qiu the most was the surprising number of service staff, the number of waiters, maids, doormen, etc., at least two or three times that of similar hotels in China. But at the same time, these guys are also surprisingly lazy: many of the small things that can be done by just one employee in China, such as serving tea and water, wiping the table, etc., in a hotel in India, you have to have three or five people working together! One of them is only responsible for serving tea, one is only responsible for pouring water, the other is only responsible for wiping the table, and there is a little foreman next to him who gives orders!

The rigidity and triviality of the division of labor are enough to make the world-famous Japanese people feel ashamed of themselves - in their minds, many jobs seem to be untransgressive: you are frying eggs, you cannot be responsible for delivering things, and even if you are idle and the person delivering things is busy, you will not hand the dishwasher with a dirty pot in your hand. So the Indians often do a very simple thing, but also mobilize a lot of people, and one of them must be like a foreman to give orders, otherwise everyone will not know what to do. One of the most exaggerated examples is that when Wang Qiu wants to send a fax to China, he must have a foreman in the hall collect it on his behalf, and then pass it to an assistant, who then passes it to the doorman who sent the fax. Even if the doorman was standing next to Wang Qiu, he would not accept Wang Qiu's original fax, but called the foreman over and repeated the above process!

At first, Wang Qiu thought that this was some kind of stupid method to ensure employment, just like the situation of the state-owned enterprises in the late Soviet Union, "you pretend that you have paid your wages (you can't buy anything in rubles under the ration system), and we pretend to have work", but I just felt embarrassed. But then, in conversation with Chandra. When Mr. Shukla chatted about this, he learned that the reason why India's high-end hotels needed so many service staff was not because the boss wanted to waste money and hire more people, but because of an obscure concept that did not exist elsewhere: caste!

In India, all servants are subject to a very strict distinction between "jobs" according to their surnames, and there is no rule to be disobeyed. For example, in the homes of the wealthy in India and in high-end hotels for the wealthy, the best Brahmin cooks are generally employed, because the rich themselves are often Brahmin or Kshatriya high castes and can only eat food made by Brahmins. But the Brahmin cooks are also noble people and can cook, but they can't do the "low" work of serving people, such as serving dishes, so they have to use low-caste people as waiters. But even low-caste Indians are generally reluctant to do more menial jobs such as cleaning toilets, so they have to find untouchables to do this. Because each type of work has to find a special person to do it, it cannot be exchanged at any time, and it is not possible to let one employee wear multiple jobs, or work shifts when necessary, which leads to a great waste of human resources......

This is quite light, in ancient times, the division of labor of Indian servants was more detailed, even including special housekeepers, dog walkers, hunting responsible for shouting and bombing prey, ironing clothes, pouring toilets, carrying sedan chairs, responsible for carrying fat masters up the stairs, washing the feet of the master, managing the garden, driving mosquitoes for the master, responsible for feeding pets, etc., and each "type of work" has a special name, which can be described as a complete category. What's worse is that the name of this type of work is often also the surname of Shudra or Vaishya, which means that each type of work is hereditary and cannot interfere with each other. If the rich want to have someone to attend to everything in their lives, and to strictly follow the "rules", they must hire a large group of people who are extremely exaggerated. As a result, there was a particularly particular Indian Brahmin tycoon, and even did something that required 600 servants to serve his family of six!

But from another point of view, this is really a breathtaking style of princes and aristocrats. After all, from the East to the West, the upper class society has to be linked to luxury, and the so-called luxury is equal to waste - spending all day and drinking, singing and dancing feasts, BMW incense cars, wasting money is a luxury, and letting hundreds of people serve themselves alone, unscrupulously wasting human resources, is also a more high-grade luxury!

Even in ancient China, "Dream of Red Mansions" describes the pomp and circumstance of a certain family, always saying that as soon as they go out, hundreds of people will hug each other, rather than how exquisite the family's palanquin is and how precious the horses pulling the cart are...... In contrast, the banking predators on Wall Street in the United States, whose annual income is hundreds of millions or even billions of dollars, but only have a few maids in their villas, will become small households by this standard!

It is also for the same reason that India's high-caste rich do not like to immigrate to foreign countries - many Chinese feel a little strange, in China, many people just get rich and want to immigrate to change their nationality, especially in the entertainment industry, which is particularly exaggerated, and even made a "The Great Cause of the Founding of the People's Republic" There are almost no Chinese actors. But why are so few of India's top richest people emigrating abroad? It is because, in their view, only in India can they enjoy all kinds of exaggerated privileges that conform to the "rules", so many people can serve them in every detail.

All in all, by wasting a lot of human resources and using a large number of people to serve a distinguished guest, the service provided by this high-end hotel in India is indeed impeccable in terms of software, but it has to be limited in terms of hardware - the electricity is okay, the hotel has its own large diesel generator, which can maintain power 24 hours a day in the event of frequent grid crashes. The tap water is also so-so, the hotel has its own set of filtration and cleaning devices, although the water provided to the guest room is still not drinkable, but at least it is no problem to take a bath and rinse your mouth. However, the hotel's Wi-Fi service is not good, with only one Wi-Fi IP per room, 60 hours of free time allocated a week, and the internet speed is slow and intermittent. This is true even in the most luxurious suites. In today's era of "digital survival", this is a serious problem.

So, after holding the tablet for a long time and still couldn't connect to the website, Wang Qiu had to leave the suite with many servants to wait, and go to the café downstairs to check the free Internet - the signal in that place was finally smoother. When he finally connected to the Internet in the café, he was surprised to see that various websites were full of exciting news about the current global "Indian flu......