The Treasure Hunt of an Antique Dealer

　　 When I was at the airport before, Davinlar-Valma didn't mention that there would be such a welcome ceremony at home. I don't know if he wanted to surprise his friends or he thought it was justified.

　　 Zhang Nan didn't go into the reason, but he was still a bit awkward to present such a formal welcoming ceremony to the Valmar family.

　　Prince, this is just to add a layer of diplomatic protection when necessary in the necessary international exchanges, but I didn't expect friends to greet him with this awkward suffix.

　　 I often ridicule the decayed and feudal remnants of the royal family of the western monarchy, calling them parasites. Should I put myself in it now?

　　 That is not to scold yourself!

　　 At the end of Zhang Nan's insistence, Old Valmar removed the suffix "His Royal Highness", and Mr. Allen sounded more pleasant.

At the end of the welcoming ceremony, a group of people divided into two groups. Zhang Nan and others entered the main building of the palace: This trip brought nearly a hundred people. The Valma family is a big family and there is no big problem to settle down, but all arrangements must be made as VIPs. This is also not good in the main house.

　　 More than 70 of them were arranged to go to a newly built high-level entourage apartment a few hundred meters away to the west. To put it bluntly, it was a building based on a high-standard rural resort hotel in South India.

　　 The same scenery there is quite good, and the sanitation and accommodation conditions are better than most motels in the United States. The three-story single-row building, modern restaurants, kitchens and everything, can accommodate more than 100 people.

　　 It was just completed the year before, and there are usually two servants who clean, wash and dry. When there are large groups of people, they will send some well-trained servants, and they will also transfer some of their own hotel staff from outside the territory to do miscellaneous tasks.

　　 There is no way to arrange such an arrangement. The level difference between the original masters and servants in India and the reception requirements are very different. The original facilities in the palace receive the native kings who will take hundreds of people to travel.

　　 But in recent years, the Valmar family has been more in line with international standards. When some friends come, they are accompanied by a large group. It is obviously impolite to let those foreign entourages equivalent to Kshatriya live in the original "attachment servant room".

　　 The original servant area in the manor was renovated and remodeled, but it hasn’t been many years since the last renovation. It’s better to build a new house to deal with this situation without worry.

　　 The Valmar family is not short of money, just build it.

　　 Peripheral bodyguards and attendants were arranged to go to the entourage building. The conditions are better than those in American motels. There is nothing dissatisfied.

　　 As for Xiang Weirong, Guan Xingquan and others, it is needless to say that for the proper VIPs, the host's family has arranged eight servants for each of them, and even Alyosha, Brother Mark and others have their own attendants.

　　 The bodyguards don't like to serve with classmates, but it is very useful to send a message and lead the way. This palace is so big that people can get lost, especially for people who come here for the first time.

　　 Dinner was scheduled three hours later, which was 10 and a half hours away from New York. After settling down in the large suite he had lived in before, Zhang Nan asked the butler Tom, two attendants, and 16 Indian servants to leave.

　　 He needs a nap so that Padida, who had served him before, will call himself two hours later.

　　 The host family arranged four men, four women, and eight servants for Zhang Nan, and Sawaguchi Yasuko was another eight maids. If he went out, this ostentation would be exaggerated without bodyguards.

　　 After the others left, Zhang Nan went to the bathroom to wash his face, then washed his feet, intending to catch up.

　　 As soon as he came out, he saw Yaguchi Sawaguchi, who was stepping on the new carpet with bare feet, looking at the scenery outside the window, and said, "Don't take a break?

　　 The evening party here lasts a long time, and there are various performances. Be careful when you yawn. "

"Not sleepy, later." Sawaguchi Yasuko turned around, "I feel so strange that I will listen to you when I get out of the airport, and if I see it outside, I thought I saw Internaxonel. In a blink of an eye, he broke into the Middle Ages.

　　 It's so strange, how can these two impossible situations occur at the same time? It doesn't seem to be a conflict. "

　　 Zhang Nan got on the classic canopy bed with a blanket, and said to the woman: "So there is a saying that there is an earth in the universe, and there is another place called India."

　　 After speaking, he leaned on a comfortable pillow and took the time to sleep.

　　 Two hours later, Tom and Padida came to the suite together. Zhang Nan got up and took a shower first. After that, a group of servants changed him and Sawaguchi Yasushi's clothes for the dinner party.

　　 are all brought before. Zhang Nan is an old Indian aristocratic long shirt with loose trousers and brown soft-soled shoes.

　　Sawaguchi Yasushiko changed her clothes and the beauty was bubbling. She actually changed into a red-tone Shari. It was the first time Zhang Nan saw her wearing this.

　　 Seeing Zhang Nan’s eyes, Sawaguchi Yasukiko smiled and said, “Martha said that I might look good in sari, so I ordered two sets, how about?”

　　 "Very good, better than the picture."

　　 Sawaguchi Yasuko was taken aback, "What photo?"

　　 "It's nothing, it looks pretty anyway. Go, be careful of tripping, you can't walk fast in this."

　　 Zhang Nan directly turned off the topic: I have seen photos of her wearing sari in my previous life, but it seems that it is not as beautiful today, probably because of the color.

　　 Sawaguchi Yasuko didn't ask much, so she went to the banquet hall surrounded by a group of people.

　　 is still the same as last time, the two-person one-table split meal system, that is, today's dishes are mostly seafood except for roast lamb.

　　 Kerala is close to the sea, and the Walma family also eats marine fish and seafood. They do not only eat vegetarian food except milk like some brahmins who admire the traditions.

　　 knows that Zhang Nan hates curry. Apart from roasting whole lamb using a lot of spices, the other dishes are basically Western-style, with less spices, more roasts, and no cream.

　　 The prawn **** cooked with fresh sea prawns that are almost arm length and meat are slightly spicy, and they are very Chinese with broccoli.

　　 The flounder is grilled. Fortunately, it is big enough. Otherwise, if the meat is not thick enough, the Warmar family who uses a knife and fork will probably not be able to eat it unless they are caught directly with their hands.

　　 There is also a dish that Zhang Nan likes very much: roast pigeon, which tastes a bit like Cantonese roast meat, and has a great appetite.

　　Who said that Indians don’t eat pigeons? Many Brahmins like this bite. But looking at the cut on the neck of a roasted pigeon, they obviously don’t know that the pigeon is going to drown.

　　 The best champagne and wine accompany the meal. The Valmar family can't help but like alcoholic beverages. On the contrary, they like it. Among the gifts Zhang Nan brought this time, there were hundreds of boxes of high-quality wines from France, California, and Australia.

　　While eating and watching singing and dancing, when the wine is hot, the exciting sword and shield mutual fighting performance replaced the singing and dancing.

　　Excitement, sparks splashing, the sound of sword collision stimulates the nerves of the host and guests, and it is exciting!

Looking at the performance, Zhang Nan heard a small conversation in dialect between Xiang Weirong and Guan Xingquan at the table next door. As a result, he almost squirted out the wine he drank in his mouth~www.wuxiaspot.com~Xingquan, I This suddenly thought of something, which was kind of interesting. "

"what?"

　　 "There must be no market for a kind of restaurant in India!"

　　 "Restaurant, what restaurant?"

　　 "Hot pot restaurant."

　　 "Hot pot restaurant?..."

　　 Guan Xingquan was gnawing on the roasted pigeon legs, watching the performers who were cutting each other with sharp blades. By the way, he habitually observed the situation around him. He didn't think much about Xiang Weirong's words, and his tone was doubtful.

　　 He still eats very boldly, everyone eats like this, not rude.

　　 "Indians eat rice with their hands. How do you open a hot pot restaurant here?"

　　 Guan Xingquan's face was still serious, but Zhang Nan, who turned to look at it, found that his hand grasping the pigeon's legs seemed a little harder, and he was probably holding back a smile just like himself.

　　 Okay, my brother-in-law occasionally gets a little bit strange, but it's really reasonable!

　　 Going to India to open a hot pot restaurant must be self-defeating. Even those Indian social elites will use knives and forks, but that is not enough to eat hot pot.

　　 As for the hands...

　　 Forget it, hot pot doesn't put vinegar, few can play the drama of hot oil pot for copper coins, not to mention it.

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