I am a master in India

Chapter 15 Outlaws
Anna and her friends were worried that they would encounter counterfeit currency again during the private exchange. After all, they were not Indians and could not tell the difference between real and fake rupees.

So, with the idea of ​​preferring to exchange less to be safe, they decided to go to the bank to exchange money this time.

Ron understood this idea, and he actually took the two of them to a nearby bank.

“How much US dollars do you want to exchange?”

"300 dollars, I think that will help us get by for a while."

Anna reported a conservative number. After a series of scams, the two were now very cautious.

"OK, according to the official exchange rate, 300 knives will be worth 5400 rupees. Now give me the money--"

At Ron's suggestion, Henry hesitantly took out $300.

After receiving the money, Ron did not go to the bank counter. He also took out his wallet and counted out several large rupee notes.

"Look, it's 5400 rupees. But I've increased it to 15 rupees by 6210%."

Ron walked to the service window with the money and put the $300 into his pocket in front of Henry and his wife.

Then he handed over the 6000 rupees in his other hand to the bank clerk behind the explosion-proof window.

"Miss, please help me change this money into a small amount of 100 rupees."

The bank clerk collected the money and swished it through the currency detector. After it passed muster, he swished through a wad of 100-rupee notes.

The whole process took less than 5 minutes, and Ron took the exchanged money and walked up to the stunned Anna and others.

"See, I told you it would be okay."

Faced with his bright smile, the French couple felt both amused and annoyed.

"Ron, it's not that we don't trust you."

"Relax, I understand you."

The reason why Ron went to so much trouble to transfer the money through the bank was to tell them two facts.

There was no problem with his money, and he could indeed exchange it for them at a rate 15% higher than the official exchange rate.

It was a full 800 rupees more, and no one could refuse such a price difference.

"If you trust me, you can contact me directly for cashing out. If the amount exceeds $500, I'll give you an extra 20 points!"

Wow, Henry and Anna opened their mouths slightly, they had never heard of such a crazy exchange rate.

"It's no surprise that everyone in the country, including Delhi, is short of dollars."

Ron said these were just small scenes and the scale of the foreign exchange black market was larger than the Indian government imagined.

The money from the mafia needs to be laundered, trading companies need dollars to trade, and the rich also need dollars to buy international luxury goods.

As the Indian government's foreign exchange reserves are depleted, the black market exchange rate has naturally been rising.

"Well, my dear French friend, how can I be of service now?"

Although the contract has not been signed yet, Ron has already entered the role.

"We've been hungry for quite some time. Let's find a place to eat first, and then find a really clean and cheap hotel. As for tomorrow's itinerary, we'll discuss it tonight."

"No problem, but before we go eat, I have a small suggestion."

"Ron, go ahead."

"Ms. Anna, to avoid unnecessary misunderstandings, I suggest you put on a veil."

Anna looked down at herself, confused. The bare-shoulder tank top just showed off her proud figure and sexy belly.

No problem, French women have always been so romantic and confident.

"Take another look around you."

Anna glanced at it and instantly felt as if there was a thorn in her back, a lump in her throat, and she was sitting on pins and needles.

On this street, countless pairs of Indian men's eyes, both openly and covertly, were staring at her without blinking.

There was a guy in a striped shirt, his eyes almost popping out of her body.

"God! Why are the police standing with them?" Anna finally sensed something was wrong. Henry seemed to have thought of some terrible rumor at this time. He looked around nervously, afraid that the people around him would suddenly pounce on him.

Ron made a calming gesture to them, then walked across the street and bought a scarf for 20 rupees.

"Put it on."

Anna did as she was told, and when her exposed skin was covered, the eyes of the three brothers around her instantly became clear.

"Okay, now it's time to find a place to eat!"

Ron's calm smile gave Henry and his wife great comfort.

They knew that this time they had finally found the right person and that Mumbai was not all bad.

"Anand, lead the way! Our two international friends are starving."

"Yes, sir!" Anand replied in broken English.

He has been practicing his spoken English under Ron's guidance recently.

Now that he had the chance to talk, his chubby mouth opened and he couldn't close it.

"My two friends from France, you are obviously happy people. Happy people always have a good appetite."

"The restaurant is just ahead. Just a little further. It's not far."

“I will take you to the best restaurant with the finest Mabon cuisine, and I guarantee you will say it’s delicious.

All the guides like me who were in Mumbai ate there. It was a great place and the police bribes were only half the normal price, which was really nice.

"Well, this one needs no introduction." Ron reminded him softly.

But Henry and his wife laughed out loud when they heard it. They suddenly felt that in addition to scammers, there were also some very lovely people in Mumbai.

Anna and Henry were the first customers received by the Mumbai travel information company.

After settling them into the hotel in the afternoon, Ron and Anand found a milk tea shop to discuss future matters.

"Ron, I don't quite understand what you're saying. What exactly is this company supposed to do?"

"It's simple, just like what we did today, providing tourists with one-stop service. We provide whatever they need, no taboos!"

They act as guides, find drivers, choose hotels, and book restaurants. Their income mainly comes from service fees paid by tourists.

However, a small service fee alone is not enough to impress Ron. They will also negotiate with hotels and restaurants about commissions.

"This is what most guides do. Why do we need to set up a company?" Anand was a little confused.

“There are many people doing this business in Mumbai and the competition is fierce, but almost everyone is working alone.

This won’t work, especially if you have the mentality of just taking advantage of others. It will be difficult to make this industry bigger and stronger.

The purpose of establishing a company is to accumulate scale advantages. Once we have scale, we can negotiate for a higher commission."

Ron first asked Anand to tell him all the inside scoop on the industry, such as which hotel was reliable, which restaurant was delicious, and which market had a good reputation.
He wrote down all these details, no matter how big or small, and then focused on screening partners.

The two of them drank milk tea and ate snacks, chatting until late at night.

"For the next period of time, we will talk to each of the companies on the list one by one. Competition in the restaurant and hotel industry is also fierce. If we have a stable customer base, they will not be stingy with their small commission."

"Then how can we have an endless supply of fat sheep?"

“This is another thing, and the second key issue we need to solve: publicity!”

"publicity?"

"Any business requires publicity, but we'll discuss that later. Now, tell me what other shady deals you can make with these tourists."

It's not impossible to do tourism business in an orderly manner, but Ron feels that the money comes in too slowly.

Since ancient times, gray transactions have always been profitable, and they are the sweetest part of a piece of sugarcane.

The foreign exchange black market is one of them, but of course it is not all gray.

There are many more.
Otherwise, why would Ron start a company? In India, he doesn't mind being an outlaw.

(End of this chapter)