Chong Sheng 1977Nian Cong Zhi Qing Kai Shi

Putting down the water glass, Nanyi picked up the Milky Way Goddess mineral water on the side, and looked through the bottle to see the water in it, which looked pure, but Nanyi would never drink this water, even if it was a product of Nanshi.

Putting down the mineral water, Nan Yi looked up at Han Zhenhe who was sitting opposite him, "You came here more than a month before me, you already know what you should know?"

"Yes, President."

"Very well, then give me a popular science about the history of the development of the Indian consortium."

"Okay." Han Zhenhe picked up a folder and opened it, looked at it for a while and began to say: "President, the history of the development of the Indian consortium is inseparable from the history of India's industrial development. During the two world wars, India's first A number of consortium prototypes have been formed.

Geographically, the founders of the first-generation consortium were mainly Marwali, who were born in the caste of merchants and usurers in Rajasthan;

The Jats, mainly from the Punjab region, are descendants of the Da Yuezhi people. In India with a caste system, the Jats are a special existence. Indian society classifies them as low castes, but they are hardworking and brave, and they are basically rich. , have a great discourse power in politics, they can be called Indian Jews;

Northwest merchants, mainly from the Gujarat region, were originally landlords and merchants of agricultural products, and started growing cotton during the period of the East India Company;

Since the 1920s and 1930s, the first generation of old consortia has transformed commercial accumulation into industrial capital, investing heavily in major cities such as Mumbai, Calcutta, Delhi, Madras, Coimbatore and Ahmedabad;

In the 1940s, they began to invest in political independence again. The heads of several consortiums made good friends with the Gandhi family. After entering the 1950s, they also received rich returns.

However, due to the strategy of focusing on the development of state-owned heavy industries in the early days of India's independence, even if the old consortium is supported by the policy, it is also bound by the industrial license system.

Only the Tata consortium with a long history has a steel mill, a locomotive factory and an airline company. Most of the other consortia's assets are concentrated in light industries such as jute, textiles, sugar, and paper, and they also run trade.

In the big wave of heavy industry, the strength of some relatively conservative consortiums declined, and a group of medium-sized companies stood out from the ruins of the old consortium empire.

The Tata consortium has risen steadily, and the strength of the Birla consortium has not weakened. Others such as Thapar, Singhania, Warchand, Sri Ram, Modi, Mafatrall, Bajaj, etc., although they were independent before independence Industrial spheres of influence have been established, but after independence their strengths have all begun to weaken, some have undergone transformation, and some have been swept away by the big tide. "

"Well." Nan Yi nodded and said, "It goes without saying that those who have declined, mainly talk about the consortiums that are active on the stage now."

"Okay, Chairman, let me start with Reliance Commercial Company, which is rising the fastest."

Nanyi suddenly saw Sayuri Hagiwara walking towards them, and said first, "Sayuri, please don't disturb me if it's not urgent."

Sayuri Hagiwara said, "Nagao-kun, I just want to ask what you plan to have for dinner."

"You can be the master."

"All right."

Saiduri Hagiwara turned and left after saying a word.

"Zhenhe, let's talk in the study."

Nan Yi and Han Zhenhe moved into the study room, and when they were seated, Han Zhenhe continued: "In the 1960s, a group of farsighted, courageous and able to take advantage of policy loopholes appeared in India. The representative is Dhirubhai Ambani.

In 1960, Drubhai Ambani resigned from Aden Petroleum and returned to Mumbai, and jointly established Reliance Commercial Company with Jambal Damani, which is a company mainly engaged in import and export trade.

Ambani took advantage of the loopholes in the export promotion plan implemented by India at that time to import nylon yarn and export nylon fabric. At that time, nylon yarn was in short supply in India, and the government gave a high subsidy to imported nylon yarn. Nylon yarn was a veritable gold sand.

In 1965, Ambani kicked out his partner Jambal Damani and took control of the company by himself. The next year, he established a textile factory in Naroda.

In 1971, due to the increasing demand for polyester yarn in India, the government implemented another plan - rewarding the export of nylon fabrics and importing polyester yarn; Ambani's nylon fabric factory encountered a storm, and his factory exported At its peak, nylon accounted for 60% of India's total.

In 1973, Reliance Commercial Company changed its name to Reliance Industries Co., Ltd.; by the mid-1970s, Reliance Industries had already taken a leading position in the chemical fiber industry in India; in 1977, Reliance Industries went public and entered the fast lane of development.

In 1978, the Chemical Fiber Exhibition was held in Mumbai. Foreign businessmen were completely attracted by Ambani's careful promotion strategy, and almost all orders were covered.

In the early 1980s, in order to fill the gap between the supply and demand of polyester yarn, Ambani established a polyester yarn factory in nearby Paraganga, which was managed by his eldest son Mukesh. Under the supervision of Ambani, Mukesh realized that the factory was put into production within 18 months, and all operations were started within 4 days.

In 1983, import tariffs on polyester yarns in India began to increase from the original 564 rupees/kg to 900 rupees/kg. Trading companies engaged in the import of polyester yarns closed down one after another. Only Ambani was able to protect the market smoothly. . "

"Wait." Nanyi raised his hand and interrupted Han Zhenhe, "I want the data sheet of polyester yarn demand and import in India from 1980 to 1982, and by the way, check the polyester yarn trade that was the best in those years A list of several companies."

"Chairman, do you suspect that Ambani is behind the increase in tariffs?" Han Zhenhe asked.

"It's impossible for one family to promote it alone. Let's make the best use of the situation and continue."

"So far, India's chemical fiber industry and textile industry are almost monopolized by Reliance Industries. The strength of the consortium is only weaker than Tata and Birla, ranking third in India; however, Reliance Industries is also in a bottleneck period. Ambani It is expanding into other industries with Reliance Industries."

"Petrochemical?"

Han Zhenhe nodded and replied: "Yes, it is petrochemical industry. Reliance Industries has already deployed the oil industry. Just last month, Reliance Industries just bought 700 acres of land in Hazira."

After hearing what Han Zhenhe said, Nan Yi took out a map of India, spread it on the table, and asked, "Which state is Hazra in?"

"Here." Han Zhenhe approached the table, pointed to a point on the map and said, "The land is on the edge of the Tapti River. The location is very clever. The mouth of the Tapti River is in the Arabian Sea."

Nanyi looked at the location Han Zhenhe was pointing at, and the contour line displayed on the map formed a small closed curve, so he asked, "Island or depression?"

"From what I heard, it should be a swamp with a very low terrain. To build a factory, the land needs to be elevated."

The swamp, the low terrain, the riverside, several factors are connected together, and Nanyi quickly realized what Ambani's idea was.

"This Ambani is very shrewd. If he wants to take a big ship, the Tapti River must be dredged, and the silt dug out is just used to fill the pit." Nanyi muttered: "Scheming, no wonder your little fox can become a Asia's richest man."

After staring at the map for a long time, Nanyi raised his head and asked inexplicably, "Isn't Ambani a high caste?"

"The Vaishya caste, Ambani's son Mukesh married a high-caste wife. His wife was named Nita Darrell before marriage. His parents are Gujarati, a middle-class family. .

Nita has an outstanding appearance and is good at dancing Indian classical dance. She is favored by the rich. She is often invited by the rich to perform, and the appearance fee is very high. It is said that Mukesh took a lot of effort to catch up with her. "

"What do Nita's grandparents do?"

Han Zhenhe's eyes flashed brightly, "Northwest businessman, offshoot of the first generation of dilapidated old consortium."

Nan Yi smiled faintly, "Is it true that the Daller family has lost their money, but their contacts are still there, and there are still people who want to recognize their faces?"

"The president is wise."

"It's nothing to be wise. It's human nature. It's impossible for Ambani to allow his son to find a pure dancer as his wife. Don't talk about the whole country, just in Mumbai. Based on the conditions of the Ambani family, it is very easy to find one. A scholarly family, whether it is the daughter of a university professor or the daughter of a lawyer, is more suitable than a dancer from a middle-class family."

As Nanyi said, he shouted at the door of the study: "School beauty, ask Sayuri to make us two cups of tea, and bring us some snacks. Let her do it herself. We have to bring the snacks by ourselves."

"clear."

The school belle outside the door responded.

"Zhenhe, did you have any stomach discomfort in the past month or so?"

"On the first day I arrived here, I went to the streets and saw the hygienic conditions of the stalls here, so I didn't dare to try it; after that, I tried to stay here to eat, even if I wanted to eat outside, I didn't dare to try it. I will go to the high-end restaurants in the south of the city. Chairman, the high-end consumption in Mumbai is not lower than that in New York."

"Ha, normal, the middle class in New York doesn't have the income level of the rich in Mumbai."

The two of Nanyi chatted about idle articles until the door of the study was knocked.

"Please come in."

The door was opened, and Sayuri Hagiwara walked to the table holding a tray, "Nagao-kun, excuse me."

"Lily sauce, thank you for your hard work."

As Nanyi said, he stretched out his hand to help Sayuri Hagiwara take out the teacup and dessert bowl from the tray.

Sayuri Hagiwara put the tray under her arm, and said politely to Han Zhenhe: "You guys please go ahead, I'll go out first."

"Lily sauce, it's still early for dinner, you can go for a walk on Peacock Mountain."

"OK."

After Sayuri Hagiwara left, the two of Nanyi drank tea and brought the topic back to business.

"The chairman, the consortium that rose after independence, and the Lanbassin Experimental Company, whose head, B. M. Singh, was a refugee who moved from Rawalpindi, Pakistan to Delhi in the 1940s;

Lanbasin focuses on the biopharmaceutical market. It has many factories in India and is expanding abroad. It has joint ventures in China, Italy, and South Africa. Now Lanbasin has controlled more than 12% of the Indian pharmaceutical market .

Similar to B. M. Singh, there are Muhan Mojar of Hero Group, R. Singh of Bharat Steel Tube Company and Apollo Tire Company, H. P. Nanda of Escauts Company ;

Nanda used to be the agent of Westinghouse Electric in Lahore, Pakistan. After moving to Delhi, he resumed his contact with Westinghouse and started to trade used cars. In 1954, he founded his first manufacturing company in Patiala. Detz Company, land provided by Maharaja Y. Singh as an investment in the company.

This Nanda is also a very interesting person. When he moved from Lahore to Delhi, he had only 5,000 rupees in property, but he had to live in the Empire Hotel, which is now the Empire Hotel, and the charges have always been very high. "

"He did it to maintain his dignity, which can also be said to be credit, otherwise, he would be kicked out of his previous circle." Nan Yi said.

Han Zhenhe nodded and continued: "In addition to these refugees who moved from Pakistan, there are also some consortiums that were transformed from emerging landlords, rich peasants, and businessmen during the Green Revolution in India. They started their business through the transition to agricultural capitalism and foreign trade.

Distributed in the states of Punjab, Haryana, Maharashtra, Tamil Nadu, Karnataka and Andhra Pradesh, this group of people has accumulated wealth accumulated in agricultural production for two decades. Turn to manufacturing.

A typical representative of them is K. V. K. Luya of the Nagarjila Group. He was a rich farmer in Andhra Pradesh before. He majored in engineering in college. After the company, he founded Nagar Jila Fertilizer Company.

When the company was founded, he mobilized the Ruyakama caste farmers in Krishna district to invest Rs. 50,000 to Rs. Large amounts of borrowed capital were obtained for leverage from state-run financial institutions.

Moreover, he also cooperated with Sla Progeti in Italy through the relationship of Rajiv Gandhi. The Nagar Jila Group has dabbled in the chemical, cement, and electronic industries. "

Han Zhenhe took a sip of tea, took it easy, and then said: "In addition, in Andhra, Gujarat, Tamil Nadu, Kerala, Punjab and other states, there are still some consortiums from businessmen and middle-class families. transformed.

They engage in foreign trade or engage in manufacturing or service industries through foreign exchange support from relatives and friends abroad.

For example, Angie Reddy of Dr. Reddy’s Laboratory used to be a scientist at the state-owned Indian Pharmaceutical Company. After leaving the company, he copied and pasted the technology, and then founded his own laboratory. He started from the export of ibuprofen analgesics. Now it has laid out the establishment of production bases abroad. "

Han Zhenhe glanced at Nanyi and said, "President, Angie Reddy's first choice for expansion seems to be Huaguo."

"Um."

Nan Yi nodded, but didn't say anything.

Seeing that Nanyi had nothing to say, Han Zhenhe sighed and continued: "There is also a part that developed with India's infrastructure construction. They have good relations with the government and undertake subcontracts. A typical representative is GVK in Andhra Pradesh. The head of the group, G.V. Krishna Reddy, was a rich peasant who accumulated capital from civil engineering contracts and then invested in real estate, hotels..."

Han Zhenhe narrated patiently, Nan Yi listened carefully, and interrupted the question from time to time, the two of them came back and forth, answering questions and answering them, which lasted until 8:30 in the evening.

When it was over, Nan Yi sent Han Zhenhe to rest. He sat in the study for another hour, sorted out his thoughts, and then walked out of the study.

As soon as he walked out of the study, Nan Yi saw a woman leaning on the load-bearing pillar and taking a nap. The woman was wearing a red and blue sari, her waist was exposed, her body was fair, and the decorations on the sari were obviously expensive , plus fair skin, the woman is undoubtedly Priyanka Sharma.

Frowning, Nan Yi turned his head and asked, "Has she ever approached?"

"No." The school girl behind Nanyi replied.

"Be careful, whether this woman is a trouble or an opportunity, it's hard to tell now, tell Diwaman, her food standard can be on par with when she was a young lady."

"clear."

After explaining, Nanyi looked around the empty surroundings. Except for the load-bearing columns, there were no other decorations in the space of more than 500 square meters. Only the 3×4 marble on the ground complemented it.

"It's a little more open."

With a mutter, Nan Yi walked through the 500-square-meter empty compartment, and then came to another 700-square-meter compartment. This kind of room passed through several rooms in a row, and turned two more corners before arriving at the kitchen.

One corner of the kitchen is the food storage area, and the fresh-keeping cabinets are arranged next to each other in a 12×12 square team. Nan Yi glanced at it, but did not see the existence of the refrigerator.

Walking up and walking around, Nan Yi saw the refrigerator next to the wall.

He walked over and opened seven or eight refrigerator doors in a row, but Nan Yi couldn't find what he was looking for, so he shook his head, walked to the open kitchen counter on the other side, picked up the phone on it and dialed the internal line.

"Lily sauce, which refrigerator is the mineral water in?"

"There is a built-in refrigerator under the second cabinet on the right side of the kitchen counter, and the mineral water is in it." Said Hagiwara Sayuri on the phone floor.

"Which side is on the right?"

"The right is the right hand side."

"Okay, I see." Nanyi hung up the phone and shook his head, muttering: "I don't even give a reference, the ghost knows which side is on the right."

After drinking water in the kitchen, Nan Yi went through nine twists and eighteen bends to the bedroom on the second floor.

That night, Nanyi didn't sleep very well, Sayuri Hagiwara found the bed, and she dragged Nanyi to play poker in the middle of the night after tossing and turning.

...

Peacock Villa is located in the northeast of Mumbai, a little further north than the north of the city. It can be said that it is a suburban area to the east of the North City. If you go back hundreds of years ago, when Mumbai was still seven islands, Peacock Villa should be on Trombay Island. superior.

According to the direction, Peacock Villa should go to the southwest to go to Beicheng, but it is not the case. The morning peak in Beicheng is too crowded.

If you go further north to Peacock Villa, you will enter the mountains, and if you go east, you will find a bay. It can be said that this is a dead land, and the traffic route will not be planned here. Therefore, the road that Peacock Villa travels to is actually paid for by Nanyi himself. .

The total length of the road is 17.2 kilometers, costing 22 million rupees, and the cost of less than 90,000 US dollars per kilometer seems not expensive, but if you compare the quality of the road, anyone will shake their heads, but Nanyi, who saw the acceptance photos at the beginning, is very satisfy.

At the beginning, when Faraque applied for road construction, the municipal department of Mumbai took over the project very intimately. They relieved Faraque from the pain of supervision and let him only need to pay the money.

His arms couldn't hold his thighs, so Faraque could only agree with a smile.

After the road project was approved, it went to the eighth-hand builder after seven subcontracts, and the budget was less than 3 million rupees. Even so, the responsible eighth-hand builder still completed the road project ahead of schedule.

On the day of acceptance, the eighth-hand builder was grateful to Faraque.

The thing is like this, when he learned that there was only 3 million rupees left in the road repair fund, Faraque asked Nanyi for instructions and got instructions to pay the eighth-hand builder 2 million rupees privately.

Just because of the extra 2 million rupees, the road was successfully repaired, which basically satisfied Nanyi.

As for whether he has any opinions on subcontracting, Nanyi said that he does not have any. This can be said to be the Belt and Road Initiative, where the rich first help and then the rich are rich. It is very worth learning.

I walked 17.2 kilometers for more than ten minutes, then moved 2 kilometers in 40 minutes, and then there was nothing. Then, the intersection was blocked for a fucking hour.

The road is already narrow, and the tuk-tuks are still crawling around in the gaps. Not to mention, the driving skills of each tuk-tuk driver are impeccable. There is only a gap of two centimeters, and they squeeze in diagonally, without touching the front and rear ends. car.

Art is high, and people are bold. There is a Mercedes-Benz in front and a "car" in the back. Don't even think about hitting any one.

"Faraque, what kind of car is that in the back?" Nan Yi pointed to the car and asked.

Faraque glanced at it and said proudly: "Ambassador, the jewel in India's crown, a government official car, a symbol of power."

"Oh, are there more ambassadors or tatas on the streets of Mumbai?"

"Although the ambassador brand is more expensive than the Tata brand, there are still more ambassador brands. People in the south of the city will not choose domestic cars, they will choose to buy imported cars. Few people in the north of the city can afford a car, even the cheapest one. car."

"Those who have money can buy whatever they want, but those who don't have money can't afford it, right?" Nan Yi asked.

"Yes, boss."

"Understood." Nan Yi nodded, "Tell me what you need to pay attention to in the north of the city. I mean for tourists."

Faraque said directly without thinking, "Children, the most important thing to pay attention to is children. Many children in the north of the city are pickpockets. They are very good at stealing money. If you don't pay attention, your wallet will be stolen;

If you meet begging children, those with defects, you can give them a few rupees, but before you give them, you should look around and make sure there are no other begging children nearby. If there are other children nearby, give them a few rupees. Once you get one, they will all gather around. "

"Defect? ​​You mean disability?"

"Yes, BOSS, there is an organization behind this kind of children. If they can't get money outside during the day, they will be fined heavily when they go back, and they may lose their lives."

Nanyi turned his head and looked out the window, and said quietly: "So, they were disabled on purpose?"

Faraque's face showed horror, "Yes, when I was a child, a neighbor was taken away, and his body was found in Derry a few months later, with one eye blind and one arm broken. "

Suddenly, Sayuri Hagiwara joined in the fun and asked, "Yongo-kun, what are you talking about?"

"It's not a good topic, it's better that you don't know about it." Nan Yi said to Sayuri Hagiwara who was leaning against the window on the other side.

Mumbai has a tropical monsoon climate, and the temperature is very high throughout the year. Although it is still in the morning, the car has been baked by the sun and the engine, and the outside of the car has become a steamer.

Sayuri Hagiwara didn't bother about Nanyi's avoidance and didn't answer, she just sighed and said, "Oh, I don't know how long it will be blocked."

"How long do you think it will be blocked?"

Nan Yi couldn't answer Sayuri Hagiwara's question, so he could only ask Faraque for her.

"Boss, according to my past experience, it will take at least 20 minutes, and it may take half a day at the longest."

"Every day?"

"No, it's usually blocked for half an hour at most. Today, there should be a traffic accident ahead. The police here are only quick when collecting money, and they are always slow at other times." Faraque complained.

"The crossroads you passed just now, where does the southeast direction lead to? Can you go around the north of the city and enter the south of the city?" Nan Yi recalled.

"Going southeast is the Tana area, which is the planned Navi Mumbai area. There is an east highway that can bypass the north of the city and go directly to the south of the city, but it will take forty miles more."

"Nansheng, we are blocked from front to back." Xiaohua said.

Nanyi waved his hand and said, "I know, I'm planning for tomorrow's trip."

"I'll send a car to familiarize myself with the route in the afternoon." Xiaohua said lightly.

"Um."

Waiting, waiting, waiting, waiting for another 70 minutes, the cars on the road finally started to move.

The car walked forward for one kilometer, and saw a truck lying on its side on the side of the road, and several bloody cows lay in front of the truck. It seemed that the truck hit the cow and caused the rollover.

As the convoy passed the accident site, the speed of the car suddenly increased, and the buildings that came into view became more and more tall and straight, which was completely different from the low and low ones before.

After the convoy drove for 20 minutes, Faraque pointed to the west and said, "Boss, that's Dharavi."

Nanyi turned his head and glanced, "Since we just passed by, our first stop today will be here, and we will have a good look at the famous Dharavi slums."

The convoy pulled over and stopped. As soon as Nan Yi got off the car, he felt the smelly sea breeze blowing from the right, and the roar of the train on the left was from far to near, from continuous to weak.

"Boss, this railway station is Mahim Station, across the tracks is Dharavi."

Hearing Faraque's prompt, Nan Yi turned around and looked westward. He didn't see anything related to "poverty" in his eyes. Instead, he saw the main road, the buildings with different heights and the traffic on the road. Very turbulent.

"Faraqui, is this the center of Mumbai?" Nan Yi asked knowingly.

"Yes, the Senapati Bapat Marg in front of you is the main road of Mumbai, and Dharavi is in a prime location in Mumbai."

"Was it the Heartland a long time ago?"

"It was a prime location at least eighty years ago," Faraque said.

"Since it is a prime location, how can there be a slum here?" Nanyi asked in surprise.

Faraque smiled and said, "Boss, instead of calling this a slum, it is more appropriate to call it an industrial area. Dharavi was originally a small fishing village. Since the end of the 19th century, it has been favored by businessmen to build pottery factories." , textile mills;

In order to reduce wage costs as much as possible, factory owners will go to the south to recruit farmers who have lost their land. They only need to pay very little wages, and the farmers are willing to work hard;

The number of factories is increasing year after year, and the number of workers is recruited year after year. The population here is increasing, and has grown to the current scale of more than 700,000.

There is only one square mile here, 70% of the land is used to build factories, 10% of the land has not been developed, and only 0.2 square miles of land can accommodate 700,000 people. Naturally, the living conditions cannot be good. "

"So, Dharavi is actually an industrial area?"

"Yes, this is the industrial area and the workers' accommodation area."

"Interesting, really interesting." Nan Yi stroked his chin, waved his hand, "Go, go in and have a look."

Faraque led the way, and the group passed through a garbage recycling station, and after a short walk, they entered the area of ​​the "Dharavi Industrial Zone". Construction pile.

"Boss, since the 1970s, poor people have flocked here uninvited. They built shacks on other people's land, and they couldn't be driven away. After a long time, they settled down. The owner of the land has no There is no way to take them."

"Who is the owner of the land, the descendants of the fishermen in the original fishing village?" Nan Yi asked.

"Boss, no, the land here fell into the hands of factory owners very early on. In addition to the factory buildings, they also built three or four-story buildings on the land. The upper floors are rented to workers, and the lower floors are used as business or factory buildings. rent;

Over time, some factory owners changed, and their descendants resold the factories and houses to others, some packaged for one person, and some unpacked for retail sale. Today, the property rights of the houses here are relatively scattered.

Dharavi is not only the descendants of the original workers and the newly influx of poor people. There are also landlords who can collect rent and owners of processing factories. I know that there are several rich people with assets over one million living here. it's here. "

"Not everyone here is poor?" Nan Yi turned into a curious baby.

Faraque shook his head, "Yes, most of the people living here have fairly stable jobs. Although the income is not high, they will not have food and clothing problems. They are definitely not poor;

Although many aborigines in the north of the city have houses, once they lose their jobs, it will be more difficult than here. They have to pay water and electricity bills, but the people here don't have to pay anything. "

"In your report, I saw that the monthly income of the residents here is 50 rupees, so how much do they have to pay for rent every month?"

"Between 5-20 rupees, 5 rupees can only rent a bunk-sized place, and 20 rupees can rent a single room, which can accommodate six or seven people."

Nan Yi then asked: "Can the factories here digest all the adults?"

"It could have been done ten years ago, but it can't be done now. The population is expanding too much."

"People here generally have a couple of children?"

"Most people will continue to have children as long as they can, and the few will have at least two or three children."

Between the question and the answer, Nanyi had already sketched out the general development process of Dharavi in ​​his mind. The factory owners who came here first took advantage of the cheap labor force to expand. The factories opened more and more, and more and more people were recruited from the south. , the settlement area here gradually expanded.

At the beginning, Dharavi was dominated by adults, and everyone’s burden would not be too heavy. As the heels stood firm, people settled down, and the hidden reproductive skills were activated again, this place entered the era of "mass production".

Every time a child is born, there is an extra mouth to eat, which will also weaken the self-hematopoietic function of a family. After all, pregnancy will definitely delay efficiency and reduce income. Nanyi does not believe that factory owners here will give workers maternity leave. Most of them are rich. If you don't do it, you will have no money.

One goes up and down, more and more mouths to eat, but the income is getting more and more discounted. At the beginning, a family of three can eat very full, but when it develops to a family of six, it can only eat 30% full at most. At this level, In fact, it can be said that food and clothing have become a problem.

Now that you are starving, let the glorious tradition of "poor children start their own homes early" be carried forward. When children are five or six years old, they will take up the burden of supporting the family and go out to find work. If they cannot do heavy and technical work, they can go to the street to sell masala tea.

Thus, a vicious cycle began. The parents' generation was considered a technical job, and the children's generation had no chance to learn a single craft, so they had to work hard on the streets. When the grandchildren were born, what could the grandchildren do?

The wheel of history is turning backwards. One generation is not as good as the next generation. The quality of Dharavi's residents will become lower and lower, losing competitiveness, and the hat of slums will be tightly buckled on Dharavi's head.

When Nanyi was deep in thought, a woman came out of the dilapidated house without looking at it, and poured a basin of liquid on the "big road" outside. Instantly, an inexplicable smell rose from the ground.

It's not urine. It smells much worse than urine. It's more like swill that has been left for a few days. It's a bit nasty. The smell is different from ammonia, but the reaction it causes is similar.

"Ah... Nagao-kun, it stinks." Sayuri Hagiwara said holding her nose.