I am a master in India

Chapter 142 Bleaching
"Laundering" is the jargon in the passport business, which requires the use of domestic transfer routes to achieve the purpose of smuggling.

Mumbai is home to thousands of refugees from the Persian Gulf seeking asylum in places like Canada, Australia and the United States.

But those countries usually refuse to issue them visas, and they cannot arrive in the country of asylum openly.

At this time, you need to take advantage of another loophole: as long as you set foot on the land of a Western country, you can claim to be an asylum seeker.

After physically sneaking across the border, the visa is no longer important.

The local immigration authorities will assess whether these people's applications for asylum are legitimate. If they are genuine political refugees, their applications will often be approved.

The key is to get them into Canada, Sweden or other popular asylum countries first, which requires "whitewashing" to achieve.

"Did you remember everything I told you?" Ron asked again.

"Remember, don't get off the plane when you arrive in Delhi. Fly all the way to Canada." The corrupt Brazilian official looked nervous.

"Hey, relax, this is my territory." Ron chuckled and patted his shoulder.

Mumbai International Airport, which was closed for a few days during the bombings, has now returned to its former prosperity.

Ron's travel company's reception desk was open as usual, and they were now sitting in the lounge, waiting for their upcoming flight.

The corrupt Brazilian official looked at Ron and then at Luca, his eyes showing tension, reluctance, anger, fear, and a hint of expectation for the future.

His $500,000 was almost gone, all thanks to these two people.

One demanded an exorbitant $30 for a passport, while the other, under the pretext of investing in a pharmaceutical business, took the remaining $ in cash.

Fortunately, he had a plan and asked his family to take the remaining US dollars to Canada in advance.

As long as he could leave this hellhole and go to Canada, he could still enjoy the sweet air of freedom and democracy.

dong dong dong.
There was a knock on the door. It was Hela.

She was wearing a loose shirt and trousers and sunglasses, and looked no different from an ordinary European tourist.

"Are you all ready?" She took off her sunglasses and looked over.

"Already in place." Ron patted the briefcase in his hand.

“OK, let’s make one last confirmation.” Hela took out her green boarding pass and shook it.

"Here's mine." The corrupt Brazilian official also took out his red boarding pass.

His destination was Delhi, while Hela's was Canada.

“Very good, it’s time to go. See you on the plane.” Hela smiled confidently and strode away.

"Remember her face, you'll know what to do when you get on the plane." Ron also took the Brazilian corrupt official to the ticket gate.

Obviously, it is not practical to buy a plane ticket to Canada for this Brazilian guy directly because before buying the ticket, he must first show the latest visa issued by Canada.

But they didn't have time to make fake passports, so that wasn't an option. Getting a visa through legal channels was out of the question, otherwise Brazilian corrupt officials wouldn't have been forced to flee.

This is when Hela comes into play. She uses her fake visa to buy a plane ticket to Canada.

As a well-dressed, European-looking white person, Hela has always been subject to only cursory inspections when passing through customs, and no one has ever specifically checked her visa.

Ron helped the corrupt Brazilian official buy a domestic ticket on the same flight, from Mumbai to Delhi.

Yes, Hella was on the same flight as the corrupt Brazilian official.

It flies both domestic and international routes, taking off from Mumbai, landing in Delhi, and then connecting to Canada.

International boarding passes are green, while domestic boarding passes are red.

Once the plane was in the air, Hella would exchange boarding passes with the corrupt Brazilian official.

When we arrived at Delhi Airport, only those holding green international boarding passes were allowed to stay on the plane.

Hela got off the plane in Delhi with a red boarding pass, allowing the Brazilian corrupt official to continue flying to Canada, where he could directly seek asylum.

This is the whitewashing route, which is all about replacing a living person.

In Delhi, Hela will stay in a five-star hotel for one night and fly back the next day.

This trick is very effective and works every time in today's less developed technology.

Now the corrupt Brazilian official has successfully passed security and is heading to the boarding gate.

With his status, he couldn't buy a ticket on any airline in India, but Ron could.

Singh from the airline, Harry from the customs, everything is done with just a word from him.

Look, Ron and Hela can even open up a routing channel by working together.

However, this line of work is somewhat risky, and the two of them are not interested in it.

If it weren't for this big fish, Hela wouldn't have taken action personally.

Three hundred thousand dollars have been obtained. Wow, this kind of business makes money quickly.

However, part of the money still had to be given to Ghani, a subordinate of Khad Khan, after all, the American passport used his resources.

The remaining money was divided equally between Ron and Hela, with each receiving at least $10.

Before he knew it, Ron's foreign exchange piggy bank had grown fat.

Lazhu moved into a new one-bedroom apartment not far from Mira Road Railway Station.

Standing by the window, she could clearly see the vast network of overpasses spanning the tracks. On the other side was the train station, and across from her, a large sign read "Zhongsheng College."

This was a view she had never experienced before. There was no sky this big in the slums, and the women's compartment on the train was not as quiet as this.

The apartment is beautiful, all in a Western style. Two Roman columns stand majestically, and the white facade is so white that you dare not look at it for too long.

The triangular lintel, Chippendale roof, and finials were an architectural style that Lazhu had never seen before.

It was also the first time that she had a room of her own. When she stood in the empty bedroom, she even felt at a loss.

The room was too big, which made it hard for her to sleep. During those sleepless nights, she actually missed the hustle and bustle of the slums.

She was originally a teacher there, teaching the children some basic knowledge.

Lazhu wanted the children from the slums to at least be qualified to apply for jobs when they grew up, so he rented the second floor of a shack and opened a cram school.

If Ashish has time, he will also go and teach the children.

All of this is voluntary work. Apart from the classroom rent and salaries paid to other tutors, she has no surplus this year.

Unfortunately, when conflict broke out, and the Jogeshwari district was the source of the unrest, many people were relocated, a large number of buildings were demolished and sealed, and very few children attended the cram schools.

Later, at Ashish's request, Laju came to Sur Electrical Appliances.

Then, Ding Dong!, the doorbell rang.

Lazhu left the balcony and came to the entrance. Standing outside the door was Ron.

"How is it here? Are you used to it?" It was his first time here, but he felt like home.

He picked up the glass of water on the table and drank it, and the cheese in the refrigerator did not escape his clutches.

"It's too quiet here." Lazhu was silent for a long time before saying this.

She wanted to say that the cup was hers and that the cheese was half-bitten, but finally gave up.

"You'll enjoy the quiet later." Ron chuckled.

It is easy to go from frugality to extravagance, but it is difficult to go from extravagance to frugality. This silly girl has only lived a hard life and never enjoyed happiness.

Ron went to the balcony and looked around carefully. Well, the whole community was a poor imitation of Western architecture.

Two Roman columns rose from the mud, looking like movie props.

These postmodern buildings are neither fish nor fowl and of low taste.

The plastered facades waited for the first rain to wash away the thin coating, stripping all the buildings back to their original form, revealing the dull, mottled, unchanging loess beneath.

As expected, it's hard to find a good house to rent in this suburb. The only advantage is that it's close to the station and not far from Soul Electric.

If he can't make it back home sometimes, he can stay here overnight.

"Lazhu, is your magic oil ready?" Ron began to daydream.

"Ah, now?" Lazhu was a little surprised and stuttered.

"I've been feeling tired lately, can you give me a massage?" Ron pretended to put his hand on his waist.

He has only been to Hela in the past two days, and there happens to be quite a lot of stock now. Don’t you think this is a coincidence?
"I'll go take a shower first." Lazhu stammered, not knowing what excuse to make.

Even though she is already a grown-up girl, she has no experience in this kind of thing.

"Oh, that's perfect. Let's go together! Let's go together!" Ron followed in shamelessly.

Laju is a real Indian girl, and Anand has been thinking about letting Ron try her hand at it.

Well, I have to say, Indian girls are quite capable.

For example, they know traditional yoga, but you can’t grasp some of the movements at all.

It was like a stunt, and Ron was stunned.

Fortunately, the Indian God Oil was also very authentic, and he stayed here for the entire night.

Ron was satisfied; he liked the novelty.

The five of them can take turns, and they can rest for the remaining two days and play with little Nia.

When Ron drove back to the fortress area, he happened to meet Anand and Luca.

"Wow, Ron!" Anand exclaimed dramatically, "We looked for you everywhere. We went to every restaurant with strippers, every bar with black marketeers, every filthy slum, every..."

"Okay, what's going on?" Ron interrupted him.

"He's the one looking for you." Anand pointed at Luca beside him.

"Man, this car is so fucking cool! Where did you get it?" Luca was walking around the brand new Ford Taurus.

"Just like our medicines, they come from the sea."

After their last meeting, Harry quickly acted as a go-between to connect Ron with a car dealer.

Of course, this kind of imported goods cannot enter the country normally, after all, the tax rate is frighteningly high.

Everything became easy after bribing the customs. Ron only spent an extra $20,000 to get the Ford.

"After I finish this order, I want one too." Luca was very tempted. "Hey, this is why I came to you. Have you found a way to get that special medicine I mentioned last time?"

(End of this chapter)