New Delhi suburban.
The convoy rolled over the gravel road, and the dust kicked up covered the entire windshield of the car behind.
Anya was sitting in the back seat, holding a Hermès silk scarf to cover his nose, and frowning so hard that he could kill a fly.
"What does this smell like? The sewer exploded?"
No one answered her.
Outside the window is an endless mountain of garbage.
Plastic bags, rotten vegetable leaves, scrap tires, and construction debris were piled into rolling hills. The tallest pile was nearly sixty meters tall, which was higher than Taj Mahal.
A group of crows hovered on the top of the garbage mountain, and a few stray cows lay at the foot of the mountain digging through garbage to eat.
Garbage pickers carry sacks taller than people and rummage through the garbage with bare feet.
The slums further away are crookedly crowded at the foot of the garbage mountain, with iron shacks and plastic sheets forming a gray sea.
Several men with sticks squatted at the intersection and smoked.
When they saw the motorcade approaching, they stood up and stared coldly at the car window.
The car door opened, and a leather shoe stepped on the greasy gravel.
Anya, who has never left a wealthy area, knew for the first time that there was such a disgusting scene in the same city where he lived.
Fu Haoran looked around and saw a reconnaissance Servo-Skull aircraft passing by at high altitude. Kallen's mechanical prosthetic eye scanned a full circle and got what it wanted.
"The total area of this garbage dump exceeds one square kilometer, and the garbage inventory is close to 10 million tons, which is enough to supply a small incineration power plant for continuous operation for more than ten years."
After hearing Tech-Priest's report, Fu Haoran nodded with satisfaction. "I want all this land."
Fu Haoran turned around and said to Vikram who was following him, "I will first build a small thermal power plant for waste incineration here, then build commercial housing and high-end residential areas, and then build some supporting factories around it.
"All the landing matters will be left to you."
"I will not show up, sign, or appear in any business information."
Vikram stared at the smelly garbage mountain in front of him, his eyes getting brighter and brighter.
He had already heard the implication of Fu Haoran's words: I will give you the money, and you will settle the matter for me.
While Fu Haoran turned around, Anya grabbed his father's arm, pulled him behind the car, and said in disgust, "Dad! Are you crazy?!"
"This place smells so bad that I almost vomited! The ground is full of rotten vegetable leaves and dead rats. It's next to a slum and there's not even a road that can drive! You actually agreed to build a house here?"
"Who would buy a house next to a garbage dump! London No matter how remote the area is, no one wants to live next to the garbage dump! There is not even a supermarket or school."
Anya became more and more excited as he spoke, and his tone was filled with disappointment for his father. "This man is just a foreign liar. He will trick you into working for him, and then run away as soon as he takes the land. In the end Messy Situation will all belong to us!"
In Anya's eyes, his father had been in India for most of his life, and his vision had long been lost, and he would actually believe such an outrageous plan.
Vikram looked at her daughter and was silent for a few seconds.
It wasn't because I was being asked, but it was because I was too lazy to talk to her about things she didn't understand.
A young lady raised in a greenhouse will never know how to do business, and there is no need to.
He took out his mobile phone, clicked on Forbes's page, and put it into Anya's hand.
"Look at this first."
Anya glanced impatiently, and the next second, his whole person seemed to be frozen.
On the screen, the world's only founders Hornbeast list, the first place is written Fu Haoran, company valuation----
"Ten billion dollars?!"
"Is this a fake website?" Anya didn't believe in evil, so he checked the relevant news about Fu Haoran.
No positive reports on Fu Haoran were found, but----
"The founder of Warhammer Group was named by President Lanpu and faces multiple charges----"
"The business landscape of the new billionaires is exposed."
"The most controversial billionaire has been involved in multiple lawsuits, but his net worth has skyrocketed despite being surrounded by negative things!"
Although there seems to be a little more negative news, Anya can confirm one thing: this partner is probably really rich, so rich that she cannot imagine.
"You know now?" Vikram took back the phone and spoke in a calm tone, but with a hint of hatred, "You are right. This place stinks, this place is remote, and no one wants to come here."
"But you think you're smarter than others?"
"Are you worried that the bank won't approve the loan? He has more cash flow than all the local banks in our state combined, and he doesn't even need a loan to build a building."
"Are you worried about the lack of roads? After the power plant was built, the government built our roads overnight."
"Those beautiful theories you learned in London are of no use in India. Here, whoever can give people electricity and work is the boss."
Anya opened his mouth and wanted to refute, but no word came out.
The rich second generation in her school who boasted that their family had a villa in Chelsea, all the Mumbai businessmen her father knew, and all the London connections she had gained in the social circle, together were less than a fraction of this person's wealth.
All her previous rebuttals became a joke in the face of his worth.
"You stayed at London School of Economics for a whole year, and what did you learn?" Vikram lowered his voice, "You don't even know the identity of our sponsor. Do you think he really wants this piece of land?"
"Is he looking at the land? No, he is looking at the entire India energy and real estate market."
He counted on his fingers for her.
"Let me ask you, is India short of power now?"
"Que. How many hours does the power outage last?"
Anya was stunned for a moment and did not answer.
"Let me ask you again, New Delhi are the suburbs full of landfills? No one wants these lands at all."
"Now someone is willing to spend money to take over and help the state government deal with the garbage that has accumulated for ten years. Do you think the government is willing?"
"We incinerate the garbage to solve the state government's garbage disposal burden, and the state government in turn gives us environmental protection subsidies."
"Do you think he is spending money to buy land? After he took the land, the state government also subsidized him. Even the cost of purchasing the land was advanced by the government."
Anya opened his mouth, but nothing came out.
The professor only mentioned the India energy crisis for a few minutes in class. She didn't take it seriously at all, but the data suddenly came to mind clearly at this moment:
They India rely on burning coal for 70% of their power generation, but the calorific value of their local coal is low. The open-pit mines stop production as soon as summer arrives. The coal inventory of the thermal power station only lasts three to five days all year round, which is less than half of the international safety line.
More than 60% of coal and liquefied natural gas used for power generation depend on imports. When international oil prices rise and shipping is blocked, power plants have no choice but to shut down.
In recent years, the Modi government has made a lot of noise about renewable energy, but few of it has been implemented.
At this moment, she looked at the mountain of garbage outside the window, and suddenly realized that others might have seen all this clearly before she did.
"Then why did he drag us along?" Anya was still a little unconvinced.
"Because we are Brahmins, no one dares to make things difficult for us when it comes to local approval."
"Once New Delhi succeeds, then Mumbai, Bangalore, Kolkata, run the same mode again. Real estate and energy will be eaten at the same time."
Anya Shut up.
Although she was still not convinced, she couldn't find any point to refute.
Hotel suite.
Fu Haoran handed the joint venture contract to Vikram.
Cayman Offshore Company is a joint venture with the Sharma Family. Fu Haoran holds 70% of the shares with technology and capital, and has an absolute controlling stake of 0
Vikram occupies 30% of the shares, but only enjoys the right to dividends. Major operating decisions must be approved by more than two-thirds of the board of directors, and all core approval authorities are still in the hands of Fu Haoran.
Vikram is responsible for all local affairs and is the only spokesperson in front of the stage.
Vikram picked up the pen and signed the signature directly without looking at the following terms.
Not to mention hiding behind the scenes, as long as Sharma Family can return to the top of the Brahmin hierarchy, he will not frown even if India's interests are betrayed.
Late at night.
"Sir, why are you trying so hard to lay out this mortal world? According to the information I have learned, the people in this Hive City city have extremely low credibility. Aren't you afraid that they will betray you?" Kallen's mechanical prosthetic eyes flashed red, expressing his worries.
Fu Haoran smiled, "Of course I know. From the beginning, I have been prepared for backup."
"What I will give them will only be a small thermal power plant. This is not a gift, it is a conspiracy."
"Outsiders think we are helping India solve the electricity shortage, but every time we build a small inefficient thermal power plant, carbon emissions jump up one notch."
"This is another invisible trap of small thermal power, the carbon cost."
"European Union, that is, another Garden of Nurgle Hive City city imposes taxes on high-carbon products. This is destined to prevent them from entering the high-end market after accepting my plan. When the European Union carbon tariff covers the steel and chemicals they export, the entire industrial chain will be overwhelmed by the additional tax."
"It may seem like I'm helping them, but this key only opens a lock that leads to higher carbon costs."
"After earning electricity bills, locking in technology, and imposing carbon tariffs, the entire India market is destined to be highly dependent on our orders."
"Instead of helping them become an industrial power, small thermal power will become a shackle for its industrial upgrading."
To put it bluntly, small thermal power is like boiling water on a firewood stove. It can boil water, but it consumes firewood, emits smoke, and is inefficient.
What real large industry needs is a pressure cooker with strong firepower, good sealing and fuel saving.
Thermal efficiency of large-scale thermal power and ultra-supercritical units can reach over 45%.
Small thermal power can only spin at about 35%.
Don't underestimate this ten percentage point, it means that for every kilowatt hour of electricity generated, India will burn fifty to eighty grams more coal.
Over the course of a year, the extra carbon emissions will be enough to make it difficult for the entire country to compete in the international market.
What's even more fatal is that these small thermal power stations cannot be connected to the Internet at all.
The India power grid is still unable to even transmit electricity from west to east, and its inter-regional power transmission capacity is only 15% of that of University of Tokyo.
Even if the power plants in the west are generating electricity at full capacity, the industrial areas in the east will still experience power outages.
Why? Because there is no high-voltage direct current transmission technology, no intelligent dispatching system, and even the most basic power grid stability cannot be controlled.
In the future, we may consider upgrading India, but the equipment can be sold and the boiler can be installed, but what about the control system? The grid brain?
Don't even think about it.
Design drawings can be provided, but the core algorithms are not.
The turbine casing can be made locally, but the blade materials must be imported from here.
This is not cooperation, this is precise technical fencing.
Moreover, Fu Haoran has already investigated, and India has not even fully understood the operation and maintenance of small thermal power plants. Last year, several projects were not even completed annual inspections, and the failure rate soared.
Talking about technological leaps in this state is tantamount to asking primary school students to directly take the Ph. D.
Fu Haoran came up with the small thermal power plan, which is exactly what India people's psychology is.
Small thermal power is cheap, fast, and has low entry barriers, which meets the urgent needs of Indians.
But they didn't realize that this way of "quenching thirst" just made them drink poisonous water.
In the short term, power outages were alleviated, but in the long term, they were burdened with high-carbon shackles.
Fu Haoran's conspiracy is very simple: you can use my low-end solution, but the high-end door will always be closed.
The more you rely on the low end, the harder it is to upgrade.
The more you try to industrialize, the more you are crushed by carbon tariffs.
And I can not only make money selling equipment, but also lead the future energy rules.
India Some people will definitely see it, but they are destined to have no choice.
Fu Haoran has cooperated with India people before, and knows that India people are very ambitious and very ambitious. They need electricity, and they need it now. They cannot afford to wait for the ten-year research and development cycle, and all decisions will fall into the trap that they have prepared for them.
The essence of small thermal power is a "technical anesthetic".
It makes India mistakenly think that it is making progress, but in fact it is just spinning in place, and it is getting heavier and heavier.
The national power system is fragmented, with power shortages in the east and power curtailment in the west. Industrial electricity prices remain high, and manufacturing costs cannot be reduced.
Want to attract foreign investment to build a factory?
When people see that the power grid is unstable, electricity prices are high, and carbon taxes are high, they turn around and leave.
Fu Haoran never helps India take off, but puts a pair of shackles on it that look light but are actually heavy.
The small fire power is like a pair of shackles. It jingles when I walk, as if I am moving forward, but in fact I am being held back every step of the way.
When global carbon tariffs are fully implemented, India will truly understand how expensive those cheap power plants were.
Therefore, in Fu Haoran's plan, he will appear as a "great benevolent man", first meeting the urgent needs of the India government, establishing cooperation and trust, then using technology to create dependence, and finally using environmental protection rules to complete the harvest.
The whole process did not violate any international agreements, there was no blockade or sanctions, it was purely based on market behavior and technical barriers.
Even if the India government reacts, it will be difficult to come back because their industrial base cannot support an energy revolution.
Even if India promotes new energy sources by itself, it will be useless.
Where do the photovoltaic panels come from? Where are the wind turbines? Even energy storage batteries cannot avoid their own Warhammer Group.
You have to buy everything from yourself.
This is Fu Haoran's plan: You use my low-end solution to solve your urgent needs, and I use the high-end system to build a moat.
The more dependent you are, the safer I am.
This is not kindness or cunning, but the calmness brought by strength.
There is no need to hide people who are capable, even if they openly and openly lay out their schemes, you won't be able to break them.
In the next few days, things went very smoothly. With Vikram·Sharma, the Brahmin, coming forward, almost everything was given the green light.
On this day, Anya accompanied Fu Haoran to inspect the land.
--
The car body suddenly shuddered, and she fell forward.
"What the hell--" She raised her head angrily, her words stuck in her throat before she could finish speaking.
Outside the window, three cars were surrounded by vans one after another.
Some people are carrying shovels, some are carrying steel pipes, and some are empty-handed but standing motionless in front of the car.
There were hundreds of people, at least several hundred, in the dark crowd, blocking the entire road.
She stayed at London for four years, and the closest experience she had to violence was being squeezed on the subway.
She had only seen the battle in front of her in the news, which usually started with "A group violence occurred in a certain place" and ended with "A certain woman was killed by multiple people."
Anya's breathing became rapid in an instant, and his body instinctively shrank back, almost pressing against Fu Haoran's body.
The sari she wore today had a very low neckline, and the softness of her chest pressed hard against Fu Haoran's arms, and the thin fabric couldn't block anything at all.
Fu Haoran could clearly feel the full outline of the mass, and could even detect the extent of her trembling slightly due to fear.
He glanced down at her.
Anya's face was only a few centimeters away from his, her eyelashes were trembling, and her lips were pursed white. She was completely unaware of how ambiguous her posture was, and she didn't know that he was taking advantage of her.
She only knew that the man next to her was the only one who could stand between the knife and her, so she subconsciously used him as a shield.
Fu Haoran didn't push her away.
He leaned back on the chair and felt the soft touch of the beautiful girl's chest without changing his expression.
"Don't shake," he said.
Anya opened her mouth and wanted to say "I'm not shaking", but then she looked down at her hands and saw that the edge of the sari was shaking at a frequency visible to the naked eye. She closed her mouth.
A dark, thin, middle-aged man walked out of the crowd, wearing a faded plaid shirt and a string of beads of unknown material hanging around his neck. He walked to the car, bent down, and knocked on the car window with a kind smile.
Fu Haoran Lower the window.
"Sir," the man said in a polite tone, but the wording was non-negotiable, "Dawood would like to treat you to a cup of tea, and we need you to come with us."
Dawood.
Anya Hearing this name, his pupils shrank suddenly.
She subconsciously squeezed Fu Haoran's body again, pressing her chest even tighter, and Fu Haoran's arms almost sunk into those two soft masses.
It's not that she doesn't feel it, it's that she doesn't care at all.
Dawood, of course she knows the name.
Her father Vikram once mentioned at a dinner party that the biggest local snake was in charge of the smuggling channels in several states along the Ganges, and the police and politicians were all his people.
When he invites people to tea, he either asks for money or his life.
More and more people gathered outside the window. A few leaders leaned on the hood, tapping the steel pipes in their hands against the car body.
Fu Haoran glanced at the thin black man and then glanced at the crowd surrounding the car.
[Trigger of sudden side mission: Provocation of drug lord]
[Task requirements: Eliminate the threat of Dawood forces and completely stabilize the India colonial layout]
[Task reward: Universal Points+500, reputation +500]
"Lead the way." Fu Haoran, who was about to refuse, changed his words, with a hint of urgency in his tone.
Anya suddenly raised his head and looked at him in disbelief.
Her fingers were still holding his sleeves, but they were shaking even more.
Fu Haoran No explanation.
Those who come uninvited may not necessarily be enemies, but may also be free Wetware raw materials.
Fu Haoran leaned back on the chair, with no trace of emotion on his face, as if he had received an unexpected urgent order.