The Treasure Hunt of an Antique Dealer

Zhang Nan left the moon well with a sigh of re-discovering the magic of India. It is probably the reason why the whole people believe in religion. No one here actually put their ideas on the unowned antiques that were thrown away indiscriminately.

If you don’t pick up the Indian road, all the people are good people?

Not at all!

Also, even if the whole people believe in religion, not all Indians are Hindus. Those non-Hindus should not care about whether they will be punished for selling the ruins of Hindu temples.

But why would you rather endure poverty than no one would go to buy antiques and make a fortune?

When the group of people walked out of the corridor, Zhang Nan saw that the janitor was waiting on one side with his waist slightly bowed, with a respectful attitude, probably because of his low caste.

He is a foreigner, and that person does not need to be like that, but the police officers who came together are basically Kshatriya, and two of them are even Brahmins, with obvious status suppression.

It is almost impossible for a low-caste person to be a policeman.

Zhang Nan stopped and said to the leading police officer: "Please call that staff member over. I have some questions for him."

The black janitor came over immediately at the greet of the police, and with a respectful attitude, he almost fell down and kissed Zhang Nan's shoes: he already knew that this was a prince, a distinguished guest of the local royal Rajpipla.

Looking at this attitude, Zhang Nan felt that this was a Sudra in all likelihood, but it was impossible for untouchables, and they couldn't get such a job here.

Pay attention to the man's wrist, there is no tangled thread, that is correct.

Zhang Nan asked him: He is the only one in the well and the temple, so busy?

The janitor had read books, but could not understand Zhang Nan’s normal-speed English. He replied after the interpretation of the police officer leading the team: “Your Majesty, Moon Well originally had seven staff members, but we are here this year. There are very few tourists, and usually two of them go to work.

My colleague today..."

There was something at home, but I didn't come.

"I think the fence here is broken, and the ruins of the temple to the east are full of abandoned stone sculptures. Don't you worry about thieves?"

Okay, after understanding what Zhang Nan was talking about from the Brahmin police, the janitor seemed to think about it before figuring out how to answer it.

"Your Majesty, our ticket is 5 rupees and one rupees for students.

If you are a foreign tourist, just like you and your entourage, it is 50 rupees according to the regulations, but the ticket payment will be handed in on time every day. There is really nothing to steal. "

Zhang Nan didn't feel annoyed when he answered the question, and said with a pleasant tone: "I mean, the abandoned stone sculptures and idols in the east are used as walls, and they collapsed. Are you afraid that they will be stolen?"

The janitor looked dumbfounded, and finally suffocated: "His Royal Highness, none of us can build our own house out of temple stones. That is blasphemy.

As for the residents of other faiths, they will not come to build houses with the stones of our temple. For them..."

After thinking about it, he said: "Maybe you are worried about causing conflicts, or you may think that those broken stones will conflict with their beliefs, maybe so."

Well, it's true, but it's not the right thing to say!

Forget it, don't ask any more, Zhang Nan already understands one thing: the people here, let alone the ordinary Indian people nearby, even the temple manager's value to the stone carvings is still stuck on the concept of being able to build a house.

Very good, it is best for Indian society to stay at the level of "stones can build houses" forever. It is a good thing for those in power in New Delhi, and it is also a good thing for the people of the earth.

As for India, is it on earth?

A team of heavily armed Indian police accompanied a distinguished foreign prince who was invited by the local prince to visit. Of course, the ticket money is not needed.

However, among the people who stood in the front in advance, a waiter paid the money because Zhang Nan didn't like to take advantage of this kind of advantage and didn't want to settle down in the future.

I was very satisfied with the answer from the janitor. The waiter gave him a tip of 1,000 rupees, which is equivalent to more than ten dollars. Thank him for the answer just now. This made the janitor who paid just over 1,000 rupees a month to thank him.

There is a huge income gap among Indians, and not everyone can have a high salary of 10,000 rupees a month.

Here, let alone the staff of state institutions, even the informal employees in a factory can be superior, because the vast majority of Indians are tenant farmers without land and basically have no cash income, almost absolute poverty!

In India, it is meaningless to calculate the average income. This is the place where the income is the most disparate in the world. This gatekeeper can have a monthly income of more than 1,000 rupees in cash. In the countryside, he is already a person with a little cash.

As for the farmers...

The concept of farming in India is different from that of other places in the world. There must be at least a dozen or twenty acres of talent to be counted as a farmer. In fact, it is a proper landlord.

Farmers are synonymous with rich people and status in India!

Why are these police officers so diligent?

The first is the responsibilities, coupled with the influence of the local princes, and the more important reason is that the nobles who serve briefly will not let them work in vain, and will give some hard tips.

It is a tip for the princes and the super rich, and it is a considerable income for the policemen like them!

Zhang Nan is not stingy, and the tip of the policemen from the butler below is still US dollars. Of course, this group of Indians will do their duty.

After seeing the Moon Well, Zhang Nan temporarily dismissed his plan to visit the Queen's Well today.

Even if the wells in Gujarat state have their own characteristics, they will be aesthetically tired even if you look at them. I temporarily decided to go to the museum in Ahmedabad according to the habit of seeing history in a new place in China.

The city has a population of over two million. It used to be the seat of the state capital for many years. There are museums and they are not small in scale.

The museum buildings built in the 1980s looked okay, and the same thing was the ticket price, and there were security checks.

The security check is saved, and a bunch of police are there, and there is no way to check: dozens of people are armed with guns, are they not allowed to enter?

Tickets are very expensive, and there are a lot of dozens of people.

Zhang Nan bought the tickets himself, and the personnel and the police who rushed to get in touch had already settled the matter. The curator at the museum was waiting with two commentators.

Zhang Nan specifically asked about the ticket price: Indians enter at 10 rupees per person, student tickets are 1 rupees, and foreigners are 150 rupees, which is 15 times that of locals.

If you need a guide by a narrator, multiply 150 by 2.

You can bring a camera into the museum, but you have to pay another camera fee: 20 rupees for locals and 300 rupees for foreigners, which is still 15 times.

It seems that every place of interest in India that needs to buy tickets is treated with this kind of differential treatment, which is even worse than the price difference between domestic and foreign guests in China's domestic and foreign hotels.

There are many cultural relics, from the third century BC to modern times. In the final stage of the visit, the curator accompanying him warmly introduced that there are ancient Chinese currency.

Go check it out.

When he arrived at the Foreign Trade History Exhibition Hall, Zhang Nan saw a copper coin in the glass showcase specifically pointed out by the curator with a label: china

There were no holes and copper plates, and the coin surface was corroded seriously. It took Zhang Nan two seconds to see the patterns and Chinese characters on the top.

Turning his head to look at the curator in his fifties who wears glasses, he asks: "This is what you are talking about. Have you studied it?"

"Yes, Your Highness, this is this ancient Chinese coin.

This is the ancient Chinese coin we collected under the foundation of the local abandoned trade market. We have carefully studied it and it can prove that we have always had trade relations with China in history..."

Zhang Nan didn't know what to say at once~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Finally, she looked at each other with an idiotic look, and said, "You haven't graduated from elementary school?"

When he understood what Zhang Nan meant, the curator opened his eyes wide, with an unbelievable expression on his face: He was not stupid, he could see that the VIP in front of him was angry, but he didn't know where he had offended him.

Even when I apologized, my English pronunciation changed, and there were several "sweeping" in my mouth.

He is a national civil servant, but if he seriously offends the distinguished guests of Rajpipura Royal Family, out of dignity, the Royal Family will definitely fight him to death!

This is not the time when the Tuwang reigned fifty years ago, but the Rajpipura royal family still has ways and means to rectify his curator.

Zhang Nan didn't bother to talk nonsense with him, pointed to the copper coin, and said, "You are an idiot without learning and skill!"

After finishing talking, leave. Anyway, I can see it. As long as this idiot curator is not a pig, he will understand why.

There is a dragon in the middle of that copper coin, and a circle of Chinese characters: Dari-Benmeiji ten years.