As the largest family in the Indian peninsula, the standard of banquets is naturally not inferior to that of the wealthy Qatar, or even worse.
After the lunch break, everyone was taken to the spa next to the villa. The spa was very luxurious, and Zhang Hao really felt what it meant to be surrounded by beautiful women.
Old Ambani was wearing a bathrobe, pointing at two very beautiful young women and introduced:
"Consul, this is Sister Shama, the chief technician of the spa. Their skills are very good and they work well together. They will serve you this time."
Zhang Hao glanced at their eyes and couldn't help but ask: "Are they blind?"
Is massage for the blind also popular in the Indian peninsula?
Old Ambani nodded: "The sisters are twins. They are very unfortunate. They were blind when they were born. I saw how pitiful they were, so I arranged for them to work in a spa. At least they can have enough to eat."
"It turns out they are twins, no wonder they look so similar!" Zhang Hao said with great realization.
He didn't think of this at first, mainly because the height difference between the two sisters was very big, about five centimeters, and it was difficult for people to believe that they were twins.
Immediately afterwards, Ambani Jr. told the sisters: "A very, very distinguished guest is here today. You two must serve him well."
The reason why the Ambanis did not reveal Zhang Hao's true identity was mainly because they were worried that the sisters would have bad intentions and avoid causing complications.
At the level of consul, ordinary methods of wooing are useless, and it is easy to violate taboos. The father and son are very clear-headed and do not dare to show their courtesy indiscriminately.
Unless the other party takes the initiative.
"Yes, we understand."
Sister Shama said in unison.
"Then let's get started!" Little Ambani nodded with satisfaction, "I remind you again, you must be careful. If you make a mistake or dissatisfy the guests, you two will not have to stay here in the future."
Zhang Hao hurriedly waved his hand, smiled and comforted: "Don't be nervous, just treat me as a normal guest. I may be too busy with work recently and my shoulders are a bit stiff. Please give me a good rub."
"Guest, please come this way."
Although the two Shama sisters are blind, they are very familiar with the room environment, almost like ordinary people.
Before the massage began, the Ambanis said hello and exited the room.
Zhang Hao lay on the large massage bed, enjoying the attentive service of four soft little hands.
Although the massage techniques of the two sisters are not as good as those of the masters from the Health Bureau, they are young, beautiful and have a unique flavor.
While massaging, the three of them chatted.
"Which one of you is the elder sister? Which one is the younger sister?"
The short man replied: "I am my sister Kalama Sharma, and next to me is my sister Radha Sharma. We are both eighteen years old this year."
"I'm curious, since you two are twins, why is there such a big height difference?"
Hearing this question, the tall Radha Sharma moved his hands, then immediately returned to normal, and then rushed to answer:
"When I was young, my family was poor and we often didn't have enough to eat. My sister often secretly gave some of her rations to me. Because she was hungry all the time, she didn't grow taller than me."
"Your sister is so kind to you!"
Zhang Hao immediately praised him.
Kalama Sharma followed up by explaining: "I am the sister and I should take care of my sister."
"I am too ignorant and have dragged my sister down."
Radha Sharma blamed herself.
Seeing that the two sisters were a little depressed, Zhang Hao immediately changed the subject: "You two sisters have such fair skin, you should belong to a high caste, right?"
"Guest, you are right." Radha Sharma showed a proud look on his face, "Those who can work in the spa must come from a high caste family. This is a rule set by Mr. Ambani himself."
"Really? Which caste are you?"
"According to what you Daxia people understand, we should be Kshatriyas, belonging to the second highest caste."
Zhang Hao suddenly had an idea and asked: "What caste does the Ambani family belong to?"
"Well, the Ambani family belongs to Vaishyas, and Vaishyas have been businessmen since ancient times."
“Which one is taller, a Kshatriya or a Vaishya?”
"The Vaisya is one level lower, but the old lady and the madam are both Brahmins and belong to the highest level."
Radha Sharma quickly added.
Zhang Hao smiled and nodded, and couldn't help but sigh: "Interesting, it is indeed very interesting."
He had met the two ladies one by one in the morning. They did not dare to put on airs in front of him, but they were very strong in front of the Ambanis and his son, giving people a domineering appearance.
It turns out that the root cause comes from here.
Seriously speaking, these are actually the things that Ambani and his son brought upon themselves. The Wubao masters headed by them, in order to consolidate their rule and disintegrate the sense of resistance at the bottom, comprehensively promote Tianzhu religion throughout society.
This invisibly deepens the caste system.
Of course, there is also a possibility that both father and son are good men who truly love their wives and are willing to make concessions in life, but this possibility is slim.
Next, Zhang Hao asked about the family situation of the two sisters.
The eldest sister Kalama answered truthfully: "In addition to my mother, there are two younger brothers and two younger sisters in our family."
"Where is your father?"
"My father accidentally had an accident because he was hungry while working, and he died seven years ago."
"Seven years ago?"
Zhang Hao muttered subconsciously.
The economic crisis happened seven years ago, and it seems that the Indian peninsula was also greatly affected.
Kalama Sharma nodded: "I remember very clearly that after my father passed away, Mr. Ambani came to visit our home. Then he took a look at my sister and me, and took us to the spa before leaving."
"How did you two learn Daxia dialect? Can you write?"
"There are people teaching us in the spa. We can only speak but not write. After all, we are blind and cannot see."
Zhang Hao patted his head, but he had forgotten this, so he immediately asked: "I heard that you Indians got engaged early, are you two engaged?"
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! Radha Sharma said in frustration: "We are blind, and no one wants to marry us unless we marry a lower caste."
"Then are you two willing to marry a lower caste?"
Zhang Hao took advantage of the situation and asked.
Radha Sharma rested the customer's head on her lap and while massaging her, she replied:
"If you don't want to, lower castes can only do menial jobs, and they won't be able to fill their stomachs for the rest of their lives."
Karama also shook his head: "Me too."
Zhang Hao did not preach. He knew what it was like to be hungry and understood the sisters' choices very well.
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After the massage, Zhang Hao was taken to another room to rest. As expected, Ambani and his son appeared at the door soon.
"Dong dong dong, consul, have you rested?"
"No, come in!"
Ambani pushed open the door and asked with a smile: "Consul, how is the service provided by Shama and her sisters? Are you satisfied?"
Zhang Hao took off the hot towel covering his face and nodded with a smile: "The service they provided is very good. If possible, I will give them more bonuses later."
The sisters only have a monthly salary of just over a thousand yuan, so he made this request.
"OK, no problem."
Ambani laughed.
Zhang Hao sat up, picked up the cigarettes on the side, and threw one to each of Ambani and his son.
Soon, the room became filled with smoke.
"Chairman Ambani, as the saying goes, don't go to the Three Treasures Palace for nothing. Do you have anything to do with me?"
"Consul, we want to talk to you privately about the unified power grid," Ambani said straight to the point.
Zhang Hao shrugged: "To be honest, I really can't do anything about this matter. As we all know, the Indian region is essentially semi-independent. Even the central government cannot interfere too much."
"Consul, your words are too... modest. The strength of the central government far exceeds that of each region. The central government is definitely not powerless, it just depends on whether it is willing to take action."
Old Ambani said slowly.
Zhang Hao smiled bitterly when he heard this, and said frankly and honestly: "You two, I think your plan is too big. Even the Oriental Region and the Europa Region can't unify the power grid, let alone your side."
"Consul, we know that there is little hope for a unified power grid, but there is still a chance for local power grids, don't you think?" Ambani explained.
"Local grid? Which area do you want?"
Zhang Hao asked casually.
"West Coast."
Ambani Jr. blurted out.
Take the Indian peninsula as an example. Except for a few mining areas, more than 90% of the current population centers are concentrated in coastal areas and offshore islands.
This also provides convenient conditions for a unified power grid.
Zhang Hao couldn't help but take a breath of cold air. The Ambani family's appetite is really astonishing. They will swallow up half of the power market in one move.
He took a deep drag on his cigarette for the last time, then put out the cigarette butt. He couldn't help but shake his head: "Let's not talk about the feasibility of the plan. Can you provide so much funds?"
"Consul, you don't have to worry about funding. Since we dare to propose a plan, there will be a way to solve the funding problem. We will not joke about this kind of thing."
Ambani looks confident.
Zhang Hao did not continue to ask about the source of funds, but changed the topic: "In that case, let me tell you straight, if the central government helps you win the power market on the west coast, what benefits can the central government get?"
"We can give up part of the shares of the power company. You are also a businessman. You should know that this is more profitable than drilling for oil."
The Ambanis and his son had already planned this.
Whether it is to bring down the central government or the governor himself, he can endorse his own power company and suppress all different opinions.
Zhang Hao shook his head on the spot: "I will give you an idiom, the gains outweigh the losses. The central government will not overturn its long-standing policies on the Indian Peninsula just for this benefit. This is a very unwise behavior."
"Consul, we can convince the other manor owners by ourselves. There is no need for the central government to take action personally. The central government only needs to not object."
Ambani Jr. immediately took a step back.
"Oh? How do you plan to convince others?"
Zhang Hao couldn't help but become interested.
Ambani smiled confidently: "We just want to make money, we have no other purpose, so I will invite all estate owners to join the power company, and everyone will contribute money and efforts together, so there will be no resistance."
"So simple?" Zhang Hao frowned.
"Of course it's not that easy. After all, there are tens of thousands of owners of manors of all sizes. It's an almost impossible task to convince everyone."
Ambani paused and then said the solution:
"My plan is mainly divided into two steps. First, I will unite dozens of relatively large manor owners, and then use force to force other manor owners to join. They will have absolutely no power to fight back."
"Then how do you plan to convince those big manor owners?" Zhang Hao asked impatiently.
This is the most critical part of the problem.
Ambani looked proud: "It's very simple. When all the estate owners join in, I will return the full investment of the large estate owners, but the shares will still be retained. I don't think they have any reason to object."
When Zhang Hao heard this, he called out in his heart what a good guy!
The courage of the other party to cut leeks so nakedly is too great. Once this kind of thing is exposed, the Ambani family will definitely become the target of public criticism.
Seeing the consul's silence, Old Ambani couldn't help but test it out: "Consul, what do you think of Quanzi's method? In addition, the central government is the same, and they don't have to pay a dime."
Zhang Hao immediately gave a thumbs up: "Chairman Ambani, you have someone to succeed you!"
"Haha, Archon, what do you mean..."
"Just wait for my good news!" Zhang Hao nodded, "I will try my best to convince President Fan of the Executive Yuan. As long as we both agree, this matter will be easy."
“Thank you so much!”
The Ambanis and his son were immediately overjoyed.
Zhang Hao smiled and waved his hand: "You're welcome, but I still want to think about it, since there is such a clever trick, why not just take down the east coast as well?"
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "Archon, it's not that we don't want to, it's that we can't. Although more than a hundred people came from the east coast this time, they will never follow.
We cooperate.”
"Why not?"
"The reason is very simple. Although we both belong to the Tianzhu Sect, we split into two major factions more than ten years ago. The two sides have irreconcilable conflicts."
Ambani explained patiently.
There is only one main point of conflict between these two factions, and that is that in the face of the end of the world, the West Coast believes that they must actively save themselves, while the East Coast believes that they must comply with God's will.
Of course, there is also a hint of the Federation in this.
If it hadn't been for the central government's intervention, the two sides would have seen each other on the battlefield long ago, and it would have been impossible to face off to this day.
Zhang Hao nodded clearly: "So that's what happened. I really didn't notice such a situation."
Although he had read a lot of information before, most of it was focused on politics and economics, and he only glanced at the religious aspect without understanding it at all.
"Consul, on the east coast, they will definitely follow our example. You can take the lead here, and maybe we can get more shares."
Ambani Jr. proactively suggested.
"Thanks for reminding me, I will pay attention to it."
Zhang Hao nodded seriously and did not refuse this kindness.
It doesn't matter if the east and west are divided, at least you don't have to worry about one family becoming dominant. Ji Zhangqiu may be responsible for this.
Ambani Sr. stretched out his right hand: "Consul, is this what we have settled on?"
Unifying the power grid is definitely a good thing for the Ambani family. Not only can it make money, but it can also weaken the majority of small and medium-sized families, reduce competition, and strengthen their control over them.
Although we can't have absolute control, it will definitely be far better than the current situation.
Besides, as long as the central government does not nod, it is unrealistic to achieve absolute control.