Chapter 245

Mubei waved his arm and greeted the man in English.

"Hey, man, stop."

The driver of the car is a real country man. He can't understand his English at all.

The tricycle stopped and spoke Indian. Mubei couldn't understand a word.

Although he has learned many languages, he didn't really learn Indian, a small language.

I never thought that he would be thrown into such a poor and rotten place.

It's such a bullshit place. It's not easy to meet an individual. It's also inconvenient to communicate.

"Can you take me downtown?" Mubei had to speak slowly, and with the gestures, he tried to make the Indian man understand.

After negotiation for half an hour, Mubei said that he was thirsty and exhausted, but he still didn't understand.

Simply start the tricycle to go.

Mubei jumped on the tricycle without saying anything.

No matter where the driver is going, maybe when he arrives at the next destination, he can think of something.

It was a bright day, and tricycles rolled over the muddy mountain road and came to a farmhouse through mountains.

The woman in the turban went out to meet her husband.

After seeing Mubei, he hurriedly pulled his husband aside and asked, "who is he?"

"I met a foreigner on the road. I couldn't understand what he was talking about, but I just wanted to take our car."

"Did he give the money?"

"No."

"Ask him for it."

"He can't understand us."

What are the two people talking about in Hindi.

Mubei stood by the car and couldn't understand a word. He looked left and right and looked around.

His fair and handsome face was stained with some stains, and his whole body was ragged and dirty, making people look like a tramp.

"If you don't call gunala, she has studied in the city. She should understand English."

"Well, I'll get her."

The man trotted to the next door and knocked.

Before long, a fat woman in an Indian dress followed the man.

The moment I saw Mubei, the woman smiled like a narcissist, "Hello, I'm gonara."

It's English with a strong local accent, but at last Mubei can understand it.

"Hello, do you know where your airport is?"

Mubei doesn't want to stay in this ghost place for a moment.

"I know, but you took my uncle's car. You have to pay for it. But if you want to be my boyfriend, I can pay for you. " Gunala looks wild and unrestrained, with her fat body and dark skin.

Mubei's stomach turned over.

"Well, handsome brother." Gunala comes over and holds Mubei's white wrist.

There is a sharp contrast between black and white.

"Cough, I have a girlfriend. I'm very sorry." Mu Bei breaks the woman apart.

He was really frightened that there were such unrestrained women in such a feudal country as India.

"Then you'll pay, a thousand rupees in all."

Mubei probably knows the exchange rate of RMB and Indian currency.

One yuan is about ten rupees.

The fare is only one hundred yuan. It's not too hard for him.

But he was penniless, and it was harder to get out 1000 rupees than to go to heaven.

"I don't have any money now. If you take me to the airport and buy me a ticket back to Paris, I will give you 10 million rupees."

Mubei looks at gunala sincerely.

"Hahaha, we can't buy a flight ticket, and who knows if you're a liar? Since you can't pay, you can use coolie for it."

Gunala walked up to the couple and said something.

Then the man and the woman dragged Mubei to his home.

Gunala followed in laughing.

A bucket of disgusting and smelly pig food came to him, "feed the pig."

Gunala is in charge of translation.

Mubei looks at the hungry, crying pigs in the pigsty over there. He wants to cry without tears.

He is a young master of the Mu family and a popular model.

Even reduced to this kind of abominable place in India to feed pigs.

His heart is broken.

"Come on, if you don't, you can't get out of this door."

Gunala leans against the door and gives orders to Mubei.

"Can you believe I beat you up?" Mubei clenches his fist and wants to fight.

"You fight, there are hundreds of people in our village, all of them are relatives, and there are national wrestling champions. If you really fight us, you will probably die here."

After listening to gunala, Mubei honestly picked up the bucket of pig food and went to several pigs in the pigsty.While pouring pig food into the trough and communicating with those pigs in French, they all couldn't understand the French, "this group of Indian shrivels like you, when I go back, I will send a group of people to kill them."

"What do you say? Hurry up and clean the house after feeding."

After feeding the pig, gunala put a broom in Mubei's hand, "I will clean my uncle's and aunt's house before I have lunch."

Gulu Gulu.

When it comes to lunch, he's really hungry.

Cover your stomach and clean it honestly.

Where has he swept the earth in his whole life?

I haven't even taken the brooms, OK?

Lunch is worse than pig food. It's black. He has never eaten it.

Unable to bear the blow, he finally chose to flee this ghost place in the afternoon.

I haven't come to the door yet.

Gunala, with a group of strong men, blocked the door with sticks.

Mubei looked at his thin body and stood with these black and strong people. There was no comparison at all.

In the end, he went back honestly.

Take a bath at night.

Gunala took a suit to replace it for him. It was her uncle's white jacket. It was a taste of rural non mainstream.

He is also a famous model, but he can't save the beauty of this dress.

Tired for a day.

Mubei was trapped to death, and fell asleep on the bed of a plank.

In the dark, he found a fat body, squeezed into the bed.

The whole board was shaking.

Mubei turns over and presses the light in the room. Gunala is wearing a suspender skirt and hugs him.

"Handsome brother, I will accompany you to sleep. If I sleep, I promise to ask for a car to take you to the airport tomorrow."

His strong waist was girded by a strong and fat arm.

that disgusting smell of the body odor is again mixed with the smell of inferior perfume, so that Mu Bei completely vomits, "vomit..."

"Die fat man, give me die open."

Mubei grabbed her hands and shook her off.

At the next moment, gonara climbed up again, grabbed one of his legs and sat on his waist.

The footwall is strong and strong. Mubei has no chance to turn over.

How could he be strengthened by a fat woman who is so ugly?