Reborn as the richest man in India.

Chapter 74 Homecoming
Qiao Ge didn't plan to drive back. The road conditions were really bad. At least ten hours, he didn't want to go back bumping all the way. If this happened, the skeleton would probably fall apart.

Thinking about it now, in order to buy more hair, Senao drove more than 2000 kilometers non-stop day and night, which is simply against the sky.

Jogo's hometown is in a small village below Ahmedabad, the largest city in Gujarat, about tens of kilometers away from the city.

So Jogo decided to take the train. Both Mumbai and Ahmedabad are considered big cities, so it is more convenient to travel by train than by car.

The distance between the two places is about 500 kilometers, and it takes about 12 hours.

Before setting off, Qiao Ge explained the things here, mainly the three of Senao and Wal-Mart.

Senao told him that the garment factory has started to produce traditional clothing in India in small batches, and Jogo agrees with this, and he will try the water first to see the market effect.

Jogo asked Wal-Mart to find foreign cotton purchasers during his absence in Mumbai to negotiate cotton export. Of course, if there are still people who want to sell the factory, they should buy as much as possible. He gave Wal-Mart certain powers.

Although he knew very well in his heart that no big buyers would buy his own cotton right now, but it would still be suspicious if he really didn't move at all.

Braking still does not mean not moving at all. Wal-Mart's actions are actually a kind of smoke bomb.

It’s best to paralyze Pandit and Gahaga. When I return to Mumbai, I have to start looking for ways to find some buyers in West Bengal, or even directly find buyers in Bangladesh. Do it carefully so you don't go unnoticed.

Qiao Ge and the others got the tickets at 25:7 p.m. on the [-]th, but the three of them arrived at the train station two hours earlier.

It is said that it is a 7 o'clock ticket, but the train is not on time, and it may be ahead of schedule. If the train in India is ahead of schedule, it will not wait for people.

Therefore, after arriving at the train station, you must always pay attention to the train information and the broadcast of the train station.

Yadav and Gal were dragging large boxes and bags, and Jogo was also carrying a few bags. There was a TV, three radios and other things in it, which were gifts for the village.

As the most promising old Gupta in the village, even if he couldn't go back, he still had to take the gift back.

After all, they were in the metropolis of Mumbai. No matter what they bring back, even a few pieces of candy, it is enough to open the eyes of the villagers who have never been out of the village.

Around 7:[-], the car arrived, a little late, but still on time.

In India, you go directly to the platform to get on the train, and there will be staff in the compartment to check the ticket.

In his previous life, Jogo's impression of Indian trains was that tickets were posted and the top of the train was full of people.

When he merged with the original Jogo's memory, he realized that this was not the case.

Most of the pictures full of people hanging on the Internet in the previous life are from Bangladesh, which has a higher population density and less developed economy than India.

In this day and age, India has indeed had ticket registration. As for the train top station, there are basically no people, unless there are some major festivals, and the flow of people is really too large.

These open-hanging trains only exist on various railway branch lines, such as rural areas in India. During Indian festivals, the trains run slowly, open and hang all the way, allowing people to get on and off.

Rich farmers can buy tickets, but poor people without money can only hang on, usually for free.

Conventional trains, especially the trains between major cities, these hanging phenomenon does not exist.

The trains are divided into several classes.

Ordinary carriages are relatively crowded, and the ticket inspectors generally do not check tickets.

There will be special ticket inspectors in the high-level carriages, and the management is very strict. Passengers who are not of this level are not allowed to enter and exit at will.

The first-class carriages are usually two or four sleeper boxes, and the doors can be locked. There are not many places for this kind of box, and it is generally necessary to book in advance, and it is difficult to book.

The second class is open sleepers. There are two layers of sleepers on the left and right of the aisle. It is considered a soft sleeper, but each bed has curtains that can be pulled up, providing greater privacy.

……

The three of Qiao Ge booked the second class, and the first class could not be booked due to the rush of time.

"Wow, is this a luxury car?" Gal was amazed as soon as he entered the car.

Of course, it was the first time for him to sit in the second-class car, which was the most luxurious in his eyes.

In fact, there are also special luxury trains in India, which are not for ordinary people to ride, but for dignitaries and rich people to travel.

"Hush." ​​Qiao Ge blushed slightly, reminding him in a low voice, a little embarrassed.

Gal also realized it, because many people in the carriage looked towards him.

Yadav, on the other hand, was carrying his things and followed behind without making a sound, dragging the box.

The three of them quickly found the corresponding berth position.

Gal and Yadav let Jogo sleep on the upper bunk. The space on the upper bunk in India is not bad, and it seems more private. After all, the lower bunk is easily disturbed by people walking around.

Yadav was in Jogo's lower berth, while Gal's upper berth was already occupied, a boy who was about the same age as Jogo, but judging by his unusual clothes and fair complexion, he should undoubtedly be of a high caste.

After noticing the three of Qiao Ge, the boy snorted coldly, obviously a little dissatisfied with Qiao Ge's movement.

Qiao Ge frowned slightly, the young man muttered in his mouth, the voice was not loud, but Qiao Ge heard it.

The other party spoke in English, swearing, probably meaning untouchables, lowly, dirty or something like that.

The clothes of Gal and Yadav are actually quite decent, but the actions obviously have some unique movements of the lower caste, especially the sigh of Gal when he came in just now. Didn’t he tell the people here that it was his first time to sit in such a carriage?
Qiao Ge glanced at the other party, and the other party noticed his gaze, and stared back at Qiao Ge fiercely.

Qiao Ge didn't want to cause trouble when he was away from home. These high-caste people think they are superior, so they don't need to pay attention to it.

The train started, and Qiao Ge lay down with his eyes closed, thinking about his future plans in his mind.

Gal on the lower berth was chatting with Yadav. In fact, it was basically Gal who said, and Yadav listened, only occasionally interjecting.

Jogo was amused when he heard Gal's words.

Gal was obviously very excited, and Jhogo could understand his feelings. This was a homecoming.

When they were in the village before, he and Jajam were bastards in the eyes of their parents, worthless, stealing and fighting all day long, and didn't know what to do.

Going back now, he wants to show his parents and relatives what he has achieved now.

It's human nature.

When they are developed, everyone wants to go back to their hometown, show off in front of relatives and friends, and brag about it.

Talking and talking, Gal talked about some things when he just came to Mumbai before.

Jogo listened attentively, too.

He is different from Gal and the others. After he was born, old Gupta's career has already started, and his life is better than most people.

So he doesn't know much about Gal and Jajam's struggle experience in the slums.

"En?" Jogo suddenly saw that the curtain of the upper bunk on the opposite side of the aisle in the middle was opened a little, and a head poked out from inside to look over here.

He must have heard something about Gal and looked a little curious.

Seemingly aware of Qiao Ge's gaze, the other party withdrew his head and hurriedly pulled the curtain again.

It was a young girl in a traditional Punjabi dress, with two long braids hanging down her chest. She had white skin, an oval face, and a beautiful appearance. Especially when her big bright eyes looked at this side, Jogo's heart ached. Suddenly accelerated the beating.

(End of this chapter)