I am a master in India

Chapter 137: What does he want?
"Counterfeit money?" Ron was shocked.

"Yes, it filled up the back seat of the car, a full four lacs." Ashish gestured excitedly.

"What's going on?" Ron stood up.

"Those two guys drove hundreds of kilometers from Rajasthan." Ashish said as he took Ron downstairs.

The two people who were arrested, like most dealers in the building, placed orders with Lysol Electric Appliances.

But what is particularly special is that while everyone else is paying the deposit through the bank system, they insist on paying in cash.

As the financial officer, Harus was careful and checked the amount very carefully.

After all, this operation was too unusual, and an order of 120 million rupees was also very large. This was only one-third of the initial deposit, so he had to be careful.

As expected, Harus soon discovered something was amiss. The patterns on some of the banknotes were severely distorted.

There is no need for a money detector; an experienced accountant can tell the difference with the naked eye.

Things were easy after that. Harus shouted and everyone in the office rushed to pin the two men to the ground.

"There was a very vicious young man who injured some of our men. He tried to escape, but there was no way. There were more than 400 of us!"

Ashish took Ron to an office downstairs, which was crowded with many people, some of whom were dealers who were watching the fun, and some of whom were aggressive employees of Sur Electric.

Everyone surrounded the two Rajasthan men and slapped or kicked them from time to time.

They looked miserable. The fat middle-aged man's suit had been stripped off, and his white shirt was covered with footprints. He kept begging for mercy, but no one paid any attention.

The thin young man said nothing. There was blood at the corner of his mouth and a piece of his hair was pulled out.

Seeing Ron coming, everyone made way for him.

"Ron," Harus stepped forward, "those four lakhs are all counterfeit."

"Are any of us injured?" He looked around.

"It's Rashid and Amit." Ashish pulled the two young men over.

There was a cut on their arms and hands, as if caused by some sharp weapon.

"Ron Baba." The two young men smiled naively.

"Don't be so impulsive next time." Ron slapped them on the back of the head in annoyance.

He knew these two people. They were both elderly people who came with Anand and used to live in the slums of Tej Ali.

Of course, they were Ron's men now, and they also had this awareness. When the Rajasthan man pulled out a knife, they were the only ones who dared to step forward and fight.

Ron waved his hand and had Rashid and Amit taken downstairs for bandaging. Only then did he have time to take a closer look at the two culprits.

The fat middle-aged man was dejected, and the thin young man was depressed.
Huh? There's something wrong with his eyes.

"Do you know me?" Ron asked.

He smiled contemptuously and said nothing.

Ashish went up and slapped him twice, but it didn't work.

"Take him to the police station." Ron was too lazy to talk nonsense with them.

Because it involved counterfeit money, he went to Aggie's office in person.

"Did they say anything?" asked Aij.

"Won't say anything." Ron shrugged.

"Let's go and see them." Aijet took Ron to a room.

There was only a table and a small sofa, where the two prisoners were squatting with their hands tied.

The beating began almost immediately, with one officer brandishing a baton.

"Who gave you the money? Tell me!"

"I don't know, sir." The fat middle-aged man stammered.

He was hit hard in the face, and his jaw immediately swelled up. The police were very ruthless, and the middle-aged man couldn't bear it.

He said he was a businessman and the tall and thin man next to him was his cousin, who had been driving the car all the way.

Another policeman came in and took out bundles of brand new green counterfeit notes from a bag. They were all in 500-rupee denominations, totaling more than 400,000 yuan, and they were placed on Ajay's desk.

"Who gave you the money?" The fat man was hit on the face a few more times.

"I don't know, sir. Someone called me and told me to withdraw the money and then go to the Suhl Electric Factory to place an order. I don't understand anything."

"These two idiots think this is a courtroom," Edger ordered a policeman. "Bring the wires and whips."

When the police officer returned, he was holding a thick leather whip, about a palm's width, with a wooden handle attached to one end.

Another officer took the whip and lashed it hard across the fat man's face. The sound of leather hitting flesh was indescribable if Ron hadn't heard it himself.

The fat man screamed, and the police officer whipped him again. At the same time, the tall and thin man was elbowed by the third police officer and fell to the ground.

Fists, belts and whips rained down on their faces and backs, forcing them to curl up their bodies and lower their heads to dodge left and right.

The whips on the fat man's face were the most painful. He almost bent like a shrimp, trying to avoid the ruthless whip.

There was a blood-red mark on the tall and thin man's forehead. If you didn't pay attention, you would think it was the cinnabar used in the temple.

This kind of interrogation, which was like a beating, made Ron's skin tremble. The Indian police were really fucking cruel.

Aijie usually speaks with dignity and looks like a person from the upper class, but I didn’t expect that he would have such a rough side during the interrogation.

The fat man finally behaved a little. He confessed that it was a mistress in Punjab who helped him contact the counterfeit money dealer.

The money was brought by the tall and thin man next to him. They arrived in Mumbai a week ago and seemed to have another mission.

"What's your other purpose in coming to Mumbai?" a fat policeman asked.

"That's not important," the tall, thin man protested. The fat policeman smacked him in the face with the belt again. "Speak!"

"I have a relative who fled India to Babayang during the partition of India and Pakistan. This time I came to Mumbai to fulfill his vow at the temple."

The fat policeman looked at Ai Jie eagerly, as if he wanted to be rewarded for obtaining important information that the suspect was "in Cao's camp but his heart was with Han".

But Aijie was unmoved. This was not important information at all.

If we use this standard, then the millions of people who fled between the two countries would all be traitors.

"Take them to the interrogation room and give them electric shocks first." Ai Jie turned to the fat man and said, "From now on, you and your little lover will not be able to have fun."

Hearing this, the frightened fat man finally relaxed and said that he had received 450,000 fake rupees from a Babayang intermediary earlier and paid him 100,000 real notes.

The intermediary promised that if he could get a water-cooling unit from Sur Electric, he would pay him an additional 150 million rupees in counterfeit notes at the market price.

Ron, who was eating melon on the side, was stunned. How the hell did this lead back to Soul Electric?

Without Aijie asking any further questions, the fat man explained the reason in detail.

It turned out to be the advertisement's fault. India and Baba Sheep were very close to each other, and many people across the street usually watched All India Television.

After the Suer Electric Appliances commercial aired, the wealthy people in Babayang were very interested, as most of their country is inland, with a dry climate and deserts.

Water-cooled air conditioners are a perfect match, but Babayang has no trade channels with India and they cannot get the goods.

So these two people came all the way to Mumbai to purchase goods, just to become traders.

Everyone else showed an expression of understanding, but Ron became more and more confused the more he listened.

His CPU was almost burned out by these two third brothers.

The middleman gave the fat man 45 rupees in fake notes, and the fat man paid 10 rupees in real notes?!
After risking his life, Qianli shipped the Sur Electric goods back and then paid 150 million rupees in counterfeit notes?!
What is he planning? !

"This is an old trick of Baba Sheep." Aij seemed to see Ron's confusion.

He explained that the reason why counterfeit money often appears in India is because of Baba Yang's tricks.

Their goal is to circulate counterfeit currency in large quantities in India, thereby undermining India's economic development.

Mumbai, as the country's financial center, is of course the primary target of attack.

"But this guy isn't telling the truth," Ajay pointed at the tall and thin man. "He has accomplices in Mumbai."

He dug out a few more pieces of information from the fat man, and after the two verified each other, the tall and thin man finally confessed everything.

Another purpose of his coming to Mumbai was to kidnap Ron!

What the hell? Ron was stunned. Just now it was Soul Electric, but this time it was him.

"Why kidnap?"

"To make money."

"Who is the accomplice?"

"A few Biharis."

Ron didn't change his mind until the end of the interrogation.

"You should hire some bodyguards." Aggie took Ron back to the office.

"I'm a little confused," Ron frowned. "Although I'm not a gang member, with the Shiv Sena's order and my connections with Khad Khan, no one in Mumbai should deliberately cause trouble for me."

"Of course people with insight won't do that, but what about those country people who know nothing?" Ajie explained to him what a reckless man was.

For example, those workers who live in darkness in the factory will be taken to beer bars by fellow villagers who have joined gangs to "broaden their horizons."

There they would see how the fellow spent lavishly on the dancers, and they would also see the dancers approach the fellow, touch him, flirt with him, and agree to go out with him for the night.

For those migrant workers in rural areas, the dancers in beer bars are like Bollywood actresses.

They would think, my fellow villager only came to the city half a year earlier than me, how could he be doing so well, wearing gold and silver and driving a car?

Once this doubt is raised, it will be easy for the gang to recruit them.

You put a loaded gun in the hands of these workers and tell them that they can get money as long as they walk up to the target person, pull the trigger and turn around and run. Do you think they will do it?

The tall and thin guy just now used the same trick to seduce several young people from Bihar.

He would give them 200 rupees each as long as they brought Ron.

The price was so low that Ron felt like an insult. It was too much of a disrespect to treat people seriously.

"Those people are crazy with poverty, they don't care," explained Aij.

The cheapest commission for a murder he had seen in Bombay was fifty rupees.

A sixteen-year-old scavenger helps a man kill his love rival.

The teenager smashed the victim's head with a stone and then took his body to the garbage dump, where the scavenger spent two hours dismembering the body and scattering the body parts one by one in the garbage dump.

The boy needed the fifty rupees to buy a few sacks to cover the roof of his shack so that his home would not be flooded during the rainy season in a month.

Fifty rupees, a life.

You can't even buy a cup of coffee in a high-end hotel in Mumbai.

Don't expect them to know what the law is or to feel fear. It's useless.

"I've already sent people to arrest those accomplices. I'll arrange for a few people to take you back later."

Damn, after going to the police station, Ron felt less safe.

It seems that he really needs to take care of security, and he needs to pick a few reliable people around him.

(End of this chapter)