My Inseparable House Guests

"This is the student you need to teach." A potbellied Indian man pointed to a little lolita for Fang Ze and Stark and said, "She is my daughter, her name is Kangna, I hope you can teach her well .”

"No problem, leave it to us." Fang Ze bowed his head slightly to show his respect for the man in front of him.

The Indian man's surname is Steer, which means moneylender in the local language. I said before that the caste of Indians is linked to their occupation, so this Mr. Steer is a Vaisya belonging to the merchant class.

Although Vaishya is only the third caste, as India entered modern society, a large number of Vaishya also began to use their financial resources to improve their social status. Although they did not change their caste and became Kshatriyas, their status in India was pretty good.

And as a businessman, Vaisya, like Chinese businessmen, likes to send their children to study abroad, so English must be the top priority.

This Mr. Sterer belongs to the far-sighted kind. He was afraid that his daughter would learn a variant of native Indian English in China, so he published a newspaper to recruit someone with a pure English accent as a teacher to teach his daughter.

Stahl owns a manor in the local area, so there is no shortage of places to live. After Fang Ze and Stark came here and showed fluent English and Hindi, they were immediately hired by Stahl.

"Hello." Fang Ze still has a good impression of the little Indian loli in front of him. To be precise, he has a good impression of all the little loli.

"Hello, teacher." The little Indian girl seemed a little introverted. After greeting Fang Ze, she hid behind her father.

"Congna has a little foundation in English." Mr. Steer explained to Fang Ze, "So you don't have to start from the most basic. I hope you can mainly teach Congna the real spoken English."

"Understood." Fang Ze nodded, and went upstairs with Mr. Steer.

"I arranged a bedroom with two beds and two servants for the two of you." Steer said as he walked, "If you can't make it in time for the meal, just tell the servants to let them cook for you."

The conditions are good, but it's a pity that Fang Ze and Stark didn't come here because of the favorable conditions. They hoped to find a working computer here.

However, it seemed too deliberate to say such things as soon as they applied for the job, so the two planned to talk about this matter tomorrow.

After Mr. Steer told about tomorrow's class time, he led little Lori away. After Fang Ze and Stark entered the bedroom, they were immediately full of gratitude to this seemingly serious Indian businessman.

The condition of this bedroom is really good, with clean walls and floors, a comfortable sofa, a soft bed, and a small table made of pure wood.

The bedroom uses floor-to-ceiling windows, and the outside sunlight can directly shine in, making people feel warm.

"Heaven!" Stark said excitedly, opening his arms, "this is a civilized society."

Fang Ze had stayed at Lao Dong's house before, so he naturally knew the social gap between the poor and the rich in India, so he was not too surprised. He went to the bathroom that came with the bedroom, checked the water heater, and found that it was the same as the domestic water heater. It was almost the same, so I started to take off my clothes and prepared to take a hot bath first.

"Wait, let me wash first." Stark said to Fang Ze, "You just haven't showered for a few days, and I haven't showered since I went to damn Vietnam!"

"Do you want to wash together?" Fang Ze threw out a very tempting proposal.

"No." Our chief executive directly refused, and he said to Fang Ze, "We have a soap culture in the United States, don't think I don't know what your idea is."

"You don't trust me so much." Fang Ze joked, "Don't worry, my hands are not slippery, and the soap will never fall off."

In this comfortable environment, Stark has become a lot more relaxed and happy,

After he and Fang Ze joked a few words, they went into the bathroom to take a shower, while Fang Ze sat on the small sofa next to the floor-to-ceiling windows, looking at the green grass and the sizable manor outside the window.

About twenty minutes after Stark entered the bathroom, three or four cars drove in from outside the manor, and about ten people got out of the car.

These people looked like bodyguards, but there was a conspicuous Chinese man among them. If Fang Ze didn't feel that this person's style of painting was a bit wrong, he would not have found it with the Athena Vision.

A Chinese came to India to work as a bodyguard for others?

There's something wrong with this style of painting.

Fang Ze carefully observed the person with the Athena's vision, and it was obvious from the appearance that he was from southern China. Moreover, the muscles of this man's arms are slightly bulging, and his waist is straight when he walks. It is deliberately inferred that he has a certain military career.

Fang Ze only knew that Mr. Steer was a businessman, but he really didn't know what kind of business he was in. Although his caste was a money lender, it was not certain that he was not really in the money lending business.

However, judging from these sturdy bodyguards, the identity of this Mr. Steer is quite extraordinary.

"Dong dong dong." Fang Ze was waiting to take a bath when he heard a knock on the door. He walked over and opened the door, only to find that it was the little loli Kang Gena.

"Teacher." Congna said to Fang Ze with a little timidity in his eyes, "My computer is broken, can you repair it?"

"I can take a look for you."

Really sleepy, there is a pillow, Fang Ze was worried about how to get in touch with Steer's computer, but this little loli offered to send it up.

Sure enough, loli is the ultimate mascot.

Fang Ze followed behind this little lolita and walked towards a higher floor.

"Wait a minute." When she reached a corner of the stairs, the little Lolita suddenly stopped Fang Ze and asked Fang Ze to stand where she was. keep going.

There's something wrong with this.

At this time, Fang Ze's brain was online, and only then did he notice a slight problem.

If this little loli's computer is broken, then logically speaking, it should be the little loli entrusting her father or servant to come and ask, and she will lead Fang Ze to check after getting a definite reply.

We must know that rich people in India are notoriously lazy. Even when boarding at the airport, they would ask the servants to find a wheelchair for themselves and push them there. How could they just run over and find themselves?

Could it be a trap?

All kinds of movie plots of little witches suddenly appeared in Fang Ze's mind.

(37 Chinese 37zw)