Reborn Action Star: Starting in Hollywood

Chapter 398: The Ambani Family

The next morning at seven o'clock, Betty woke up from her sleep and felt refreshed.

She felt satisfied from the inside out, both physically and mentally. She had never slept so well.

Lin Yuan felt her movement, opened his eyes, and said with a smile: "Good morning, did you sleep well last night?"

"No!" Women always like to say the opposite.

"Ah? What's wrong?"

"It's not good to think that every night won't be like last night."

"Really?" Lin Yuan asked with a smile.

Betty closed her eyes and took in the moment. Suddenly, she said in surprise, "I don't know why, but the memory of last night is so vivid, as if it just happened."

As she spoke, the blushing scenes from last night resurfaced in her mind, as if they were deeply engraved in her memory, so vivid.

Then Betty couldn't help feeling weak all over again.

Her face flushed as she said, "Are the moments with you so unforgettable?"

Lin Yuan smiled and said nothing. It seemed that the master-level time management was very effective and it really achieved the effect of many times in one go.

Betty jumped out of bed, walked to the window and opened the curtains, allowing sunlight to stream into the room.

It should have been a beautiful morning, but the "stains" on the window immediately ruined her good mood.

It was too dark to see clearly last night, and she and Lin Yuan both thought that the boss had not cleaned the windows as requested, leaving behind clumps of dust.

But when I looked in the morning, I saw black and white stains that stretched into strips, which were obviously... bird poop!
Pigeon droppings to be exact.

Not only was it all over the windows, but there was also a thick layer of it accumulated on the windowsills.

The air outside the house was filled with pigeons flying around, and they occasionally landed on the windowsill, clearly the culprit.

Seeing this scene, Betty was also convinced, and said with a smile: "It is indeed India, always giving you surprises in this regard."

Lin Yuan asked, "Do you want to change hotels today?"

"Forget it. Unless we stay in a luxury hotel, it won't make much difference if we move there. Besides, I've developed a fondness for this small room. The more I look at it, the more I like it. So let's just leave it this way." Betty shook her head.

The more you look at it, the more you like it?
It can't be because there is pigeon droppings outside the window, there is no hot water for showering, the room is old and shabby, and the bed is so hard that it can hurt people, right?

The only explanation is that this room carries Betty's beautiful memories, so even though it has so many shortcomings, it still looks better and better to her.

That's what women are like.

I love you and I truly, and this shabby house outside Student Street is also a cozy home for us to live together.

If I don't love you, I will still dislike the wedding house I bought with a loan using my life savings because it is small and old, and I will never like it.

"Let's wash up and start our trip to Delhi." Lin Yuan said with a smile.

The two of them squeezed into the bathroom together, and the physical contact during the wash made the atmosphere lively again...

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It was almost noon when the two walked out of the hotel.

On their second day in India, the two of them visited the Red Fort and Jama Temple in Delhi.

The magnificent ancient Indian architecture amazed the two men.

Even Lin Yuan, who had experienced the baptism of ancient Chinese culture, still had to admit that India's ancient culture was equally brilliant and splendid. On their third day in India, they chartered a car to Agra, 200 kilometers north of Delhi, to visit the Taj Mahal, one of the Seven Wonders of the World.

The pure white marble building exudes a holy beauty in the sunlight, which is fascinating.

But Lin Yuan and Betty both knew that behind this cultural treasure were the blood and tears of countless craftsmen.

During their first three days in India, they visited the Red Fort, Jama Temple and Taj Mahal in Delhi, all of which were built during the reign of Shah Jahan, the emperor of the Mughal Empire.

During his tenure, this emperor carried out large-scale construction projects and left behind a large number of architectural treasures. He cannot be called the Indian version of Qin Shihuang, but he can be regarded as the Indian version of Emperor Yang of Sui.

It is worth mentioning that the Indian uncle who rented the car that day, after agreeing on a fee of 2000 rupees a day, not only did not make excuses to raise the price halfway, nor did he ask them to pay for gas, he even took the initiative to drive more than kilometers and took them to visit more attractions.

The uncle said proudly: "I just hope you can visit more attractions and have no regrets. I am glad that you like our ancient Indian culture."

When Betty heard this, she couldn't help but sigh that this was the first kind person she met in India, and that not all Indians were swindlers.

During the two-day visit to the tourist attractions, Betty also felt the Indian people's pride in their country. Perhaps this pride is the source of national cohesion, even if it seems very fragile to outsiders.

After all, until today, India has not been able to achieve a unified writing system and standardized weights and measures.

This cohesion is obviously a castle built on the beach.

On the fourth day in India, the two went to Varanasi, the "holy city" on the Ganges River in India.

I have witnessed with my own eyes the corpses burning day and night by the Ganges. When life comes to an end, the difference between nobility and poverty is nothing more than the quality of the wood used for burning.

The two also saw a large number of Hindu believers bathing in the Ganges.

Originally, Betty was eager to go down to the river to take a bath, but when Lin Yuan pointed to a human-shaped body less than fifteen meters away, she immediately gave up the idea.

The priests chanted day and night by the Ganges River, and the believers enthusiastically followed suit, which made the two men deeply feel the influence of religion on this country.

The first four days in India brought the two a huge cultural shock, allowing them to experience the life of this country with their own eyes.

In addition to this, there is another incident that has swept the entire Indian society in a short period of time.

That is the person who invited Lin Yuan to this trip to India, the inheritance battle between Asia’s richest man: Mukesh Ambani and his brother Anil Ambani.

The TV station broadcast a quarrel between the two brothers in front of the TV, and the two brothers, who had a falling out with each other, exposed each other's dirty laundry.

The younger brother said that his elder brother embezzled public funds and listed a lot of evidence.

The elder brother then reported his younger brother for falsifying accounts and embezzling shareholders' assets.

The younger brother was not to be outdone and complained that his brother had a lot of lovers.

The elder brother even made a shocking revelation that his younger brother liked to sleep with his subordinates’ wives.

The two brothers acted in a very ugly manner in front of the camera, which was like a large-scale family ethics drama, and attracted the whole nation to watch the show enthusiastically.

After being made into a TV program, the ratings once exceeded 60%, making it the most popular program in the world.

But the magic of India is that even though the two brothers exposed so many illegal behaviors, the whole society just watched the show and did not form a public opinion trend to hold them accountable and settle accounts?

This is simply unimaginable in China.

Perhaps Indians have long been accustomed to the inviolability of those big figures.

But facing this big drama, Lin Yuan seems to be more clear about the purpose of Mukesh Ambani inviting him to India.

In two or three days, it will be time for me to meet him.

How will he make his request then?
(End of this chapter)