As soon as the plane landed, Yang Yun was very terrified and dragged Charles's suitcase.

As soon as I entered the terminal, the different treatments of the three people were reflected.

Lin Lingdong walked in the front, followed by Yang Yun, and finally Charles.

A San, who was full of the airport, whether he was checked baggage or the security guards in the aisle, bowed his head to Charles.

He turned a blind eye to Lin Lingdong and Yang Yun.

When I left the customs, I encountered trouble.

At this time, there were no security check machines.

Just a few military uniforms guarded two small wooden tables and opened each person's luggage to check.

One of the eyes was not long, A San, holding a rattan bar in his hand and a thick seal-like beard on his upper lip. He smiled at Charles from a distance.

Turning his head, he glared at Lin Lingdong.

A pair of thin eyes kept looking at Lin Lingdong and Yang Yun.

There was a sense of contempt in his eyes.

And on his wrist, he carried a rough linen rope, representing his identity as a high caste.

A Kshatriya.

I opened the Linlingdong suitcase and soon I turned over the bottle of mosquito repellent, a box of antidiarrhea medicine, and a small stack of US dollars.

As expected, this should be his.

Whip the rattan hard onto the workbench.

He yelled in a sip of crappy Indian English: "What is this?"

Without waiting for Lin Lingdong to answer, he took action directly, trying to grab Lin Lingdong's arm and take him aside to have a good chat.

Lin Lingdong laughed rather than angry, slapped the other party's dirty left hand away, and waved to Charles behind him: "Come here, discipline these things well."

Charles brows up, lifted up his silver cane, and poked Ah San's chest.

"Fack, don't you have eyes?"

Asan was stunned. He was very smart. Charles' fiery red beard, vitiligo-like skin, low eyebrows, towering nose, vampire-like face, and silver cane in his hand all mean that he was a noble sect master, an eternal Brahmin.

It was so cowardly in one second.

He quickly folded his hands together and apologized repeatedly.

But Charles obviously would not let him go easily.

The cane poked over one after another.

Every time he poked, Ah San took two steps back and apologized.

Charles's this was a real poke. The bottom of the cane had been ground to a very sharp edge, and red blood had already oozed out.

Then, a puzzling operation appeared...

This guy got up and ran away!

However, Charles blinked at Lin Lingdong mischievously: "Are you satisfied?"

"Go away quickly after processing."

After that, Charles led the way, and the road was unobstructed, even the body search was omitted.

Yang Yun was both relieved and excited.

Charles handed over the silver cane.

"I suggest you can use this to fight back, well, the taste is really wonderful."

Yang Yun was so stupid that he took it.

Walking out of the airport, the sultry air coming to your face, the sound of whistles like a scream. On the railings outside the terminal were a large number of thin castes, holding signs of various routes, and behind them were dense tricycles.

Whenever tourists come out of the exit, these bastards will honk their horns frantically and speak in poor English to attract customers.

There are so many people.

Outside the terminal, there are at least hundreds of tricycles, countless snack stalls, and street stalls of all sizes, which can be seen at first glance.

You should know that the airport itself is a strategic unit and will make a huge roar, so it will be built dozens of kilometers away from the city, and will also strengthen management, giving people a sense of orderliness.

But it's different here.

How could this be an airport?

The vegetable market is almost the same.

Due to Charles, several security guards at the airport followed respectfully, carrying the iconic law enforcement tools and a rattan.

The exit was blocked, and several military uniforms lifted their whips, without saying anything at all

Beat everyone.

A violent thrust was a real thrust, which drove the crowd away and successfully escorted several people out.

He waved to a yellow beetle-like Tata taxi, tied the suitcase to the roof, and apologized repeatedly, begging Charles for forgiveness.

Lin Lingdong casually said: "Colaba, Taj Maha Hotel."

Charles raised his beard and said, "Do you want to eat me up? Stay in such a good hotel?"

Close the doors and windows, a burst of black smoke came out of Tata's car and galloped away on the asphalt road.

It took half an hour to get out of the congested area.

And new discoveries are made not far away.

Some strange characters began to appear beside the rapeseed field, under the golden cauliflower.

They padded with a worn-out blanket and sat cross-legged. Their skinny chest was painted with oil paint of various colors. The beards could droop to their chests, and their hair was even more messy. They also had various strange headdresses, holding beads, Buddhist utensils, tripartite sticks, and dry fingers pinched some cigarette rolls, and spit out a faint mouthful of smoke from time to time.

Yang Yun asked in shock: "Wow, who are these?"

Lin Lingdong looked at their skin color and it was pitch black: "Ascenary monks are also Dalits. Don't stare at them, and don't care what they say."

This is a country that is deeply dominated by faith.

Every word and action is dominated by faith.

They firmly believe in reincarnation and class concepts, and there is a natural gap between castes that cannot be crossed.

There is only one way to go from a low caste to a high caste, to carry out the so-called "Sanskritization".

We ask believers to follow the noble Brahmins all their words and deeds.

So they changed their names, went far away, were not contaminated with any dirty things, followed hundreds of strict precepts, prohibited prisons, abused themselves, practiced asceticism, and spent their whole life to cleanse their sins.

However, no matter how hard they try, they cannot change their humble identities.

There are even more terrifying.

For example, they firmly believe that all beings are equal, people should follow nature and should not be special, so they choose to be the same as animals...

Open-air defecation!

For example, they think the toilet is dirty, so they refuse to build it.

There is no at home, no hotel, no restaurant, no walk on the street, nowhere.

Mumbai is India's largest and most developed city, but it also has the largest Dharavi slum in Asia. Within less than a square mile, it is home to more than one million migrant workers.

At present, in just 1992, it is possible to imagine how fatal it is.

Crunch...

Suddenly, I braked.

"Gentlemen." The front driver turned around: "We enter the Kimber area immediately. There may be some unhappy images of unfortunate people harassment or discomfort. We suggest you close the window or pull the curtains on it."

Lin Lingdong's nose thrust.

Sure enough, there was already a faint smell of rotten smell in the air.

Charles was as afraid as a tiger, so he closed the car windows tightly, and when he saw nothing, he was clean.

The scenery along the way is really hard to describe.

Especially when you travel through the slums of Dharavi, the air was covered with stench, the streets were filled with sewage, beggars everywhere, cattle, horses, animals, humans, animals, and low tents, with no end at a glance.

Half an hour later, the scenery changed drastically.

In front, like a wall, tall buildings were built, and a railway track divided the city into two halves. When passing through Greenland Railway Station, it seemed like it had come to another world.

On both sides of the road, there are all emerging commercial areas, with bright windows and clean windows and high-rise buildings.

The green-topped gilded Zagoria Mosque, the 18th-century Gothic Victoria Railway Station, the Balotel-style National Bank, and the Western European-style Prince of Wales Museum.

The ground was so neat that there was no garbage. The high caste Arians were wearing completely modern suits and trousers, and the rich women wore short skirts and jean hot pants, which was a world of difference.

Along the coast are rows of luxurious coastal hotels.

The car was about to turn in, but Lin Lingdong patted the window: "Okay, let's be here."

Charles was stunned for a moment: "What? Get off?"

Lin Lingdong: "Of course, the little money in your pocket is not enough to stay for two nights."

Taj Maha?

This is Mumbai, the money sales nest, just the little money in their pockets?

Not enough to see.

Charles: "You're right."
Chapter completed!