Rebirth of India: Superior

"Great!" Cassie stepped forward and opened her hands to keep her balance. Although Shakru was helpless, he was really afraid that she would fall and break her appearance, so he held her hand and let her take steps happily, laughing extraordinarily. Crisp...Shaklu looked at the people around him awkwardly, I don't know her...

"Ah!" Cassie screamed, her feet unbalanced and swaying.

Shakru opened his arms and hugged her, hugged her down and complained: "That's enough! How do you want the little girl next to you to play?"

"It's okay." She smiled and said to the little girls next to her. After all, this is what children prefer to play. I don't know if they understand it.

Shakru teased her and said, "You didn't have enough fun as a child, right?"

Cassie followed up with her hands behind her back: "My childhood in Sweden was different from here. I used to live in a small town with few people and it was peaceful. Every day before dawn, I had to ski to school. The sleigh that sent me there was Dogs, small animals and small stones on the road are all my companions..."

"It's not dark yet? Go skiing to school?" Shakru asked curiously.

"It's past eight o'clock!" Cassie couldn't help but tell the truth, "The days and nights are sometimes very short near the Tropic of Cancer. I like the days when it's dark in the afternoon the most. I don't have to go to school and I can spend time with my friends. Go watch ice fishing... I rarely had the opportunity to play in a city with so many people when I was a kid.”

"Let me think about it." Shakru looked ahead, "the picture of a little girl wrapped up in a round body, escorted by two big dogs all the way to school."

"It's interesting, right?" Cassie smiled and hugged his arm.

Shakru nodded and replied: "Yes, I have never experienced it."

After spending two days in Madrid and having lots of fun, we returned on time. When they left by car at noon, they happened to encounter a street parade near the hotel. People holding signs and occupying the road were everywhere. The driver didn't expect it, so he took a while to turn around and cursed. Shakru chatted with him for a few words, and Cassie asked him to translate with interest.

"Demonstrations against the government are very common in southern Europe, especially now. You see, most of the people in the ranks are young people. They don't look for jobs even if they are unemployed. They just receive relief funds and wander around the streets with bottles of wine all day long. Financial When the crisis comes and the government cuts benefits, they are naturally dissatisfied.”

"The unemployment rate isn't that high, right?" Cassie asked.

"It's not that high, but the problem is that even if there are jobs, they don't do them. They are lazy and would rather receive relief and rely on government benefits. Young people are not willing to work. The government has no choice but to bring in Arab labor. The situation worsened over time.”

Cassie understood: "It's a matter of attitude."

"Actually, there are just too many lazy people." Shakru doesn't have any hope for this. Perhaps the weather in the Mediterranean is too comfortable. Young people in Spain have long lost their drive to strive for success. They just want to bask in the sun and live their lives. , felt uncomfortable and gathered people to protest against the government.

Originally, Shakru planned to return to New Delhi, but an incident made him change his schedule again, because Beynon shouted on the phone that he wanted to show him the newly purchased aircraft and take him to Harrisburg for winter hunting.

He knew that Beinon's mind was very simple. He was not showing off, he was just eager to share it with his friends after getting something good. So he reported the location and asked Beinun's special plane to come over.

Shakru also drove to a nearby airport, went inside and parked next to the runway. Soon, accompanied by the roar of the turbine engine, a white private jet landed on the runway. It had long wings and engines placed on both sides of the rear fuselage... a very common appearance for business jets.

After the plane stopped on the runway, it turned around and headed towards him. Two minutes later, the plane came to a stop, the gangway door automatically lowered, and then Beynon appeared in a fur coat and sunglasses. A big scarf pressed down on his neck, a cigar in his mouth, and a swaggering look. Behind her was a flight attendant with permed and curly hair. She was tall and had long legs, and was full of style.

"Hey, my good friend!" Beinon smiled and opened his arms to greet him. Shakru hugged this guy in thick clothes and couldn't help but joke with him: "Why do you feel like you've gained a lot of weight?"

"No? I just wore more clothes. It's very cold here!" He said with a smile, then turned around and showed it: "Please! This is my new toy!"

"This plane is very good!" Shaklu walked in front.

"Of course it's good. This is the Cessna Citation X, currently the fastest business jet in the world." Beynon followed behind him proudly and introduced.

Walking into the cabin, compared to the Shakru car, the space is slightly narrower and there are fewer seats. It is probably a small to medium-sized car. But the layout is quite good, first-class seats, eight seats, carpets under the feet, and a lot of solid wood around, which looks very high-end.

Shakru sat down, and Beynon, who was dressed as a master, sat down in front of him and snapped his fingers - but didn't ring. Shakru smiled and coughed. The flight attendant stepped forward, groped the cabin wall, and pulled out a hidden table. Beynon patted her butt and said, "Bring some champagne."

"Wait a moment." The stewardess smiled sweetly and turned to leave.

Shakru asked suspiciously as he took off his coat: "She's not a professional stewardess, is she?"

Beynon smiled and nodded: "You guessed it right, buddy, I trained her temporarily for a thousand dollars a day. You can do whatever you want, but she's not professional enough."

"You..." Shakru stopped talking about his bad taste: "I remember you just said you wanted to buy a plane three or four months ago, why so fast?"

"It's a long story, that was more than a thousand years ago..."

"Use the normal way." Shakru reminded him.

Benon nodded to the stewardess who brought the champagne to the table, and then smiled and said: "I originally had my eyes on Bombardier's Global Express, but the production time is too long. They will not start working until they receive the order. It takes two or three years to wait, so I pursue speed and buy the one that is in stock."

The plane landed in Harrisburg, Pennsylvania. The snowy weather in December immediately made them feel the cold. Fortunately, the vehicle that came to pick them up had arrived. They hurried down the gangway and couldn't wait to get into the car with the heater turned on. The two cars turned around and left the airport and drove towards the destination.

After driving along the highway for half an hour, they turned onto the dirt road and continued to bump forward, and finally arrived. "Welcome to the hunter's cabin!" Denaro got out of the car and introduced them to them with a breath of mist. The cabin is a two-story house that has almost been submerged in snow. The roof and the trees next to it are covered with thick snow. Only the smoke floating from the chimney proves that there are people inside.