I am a master in India

Chapter 36 Profiteers

Chapter 36 Profiteers
After bandaging Mary and Lena's wounds, Ron finally decided to help them get rid of the remaining goods first.

This was the last bit of stuff they had managed to salvage when they left the taxi, and Ron knew without a doubt that they both needed the money now.

But before doing this, he still needs to make a phone call.

"Are you planning to call that profiteer from last time to the hotel to do business?" Mary blew out a smoke ring.

"No, according to the rules we don't do this kind of thing in the hotel. I'm going to call a friend of mine and ask him to notify another friend."

"What?" Mary and the others were confused.

"His name is Anand, and he has a cousin named Adi who works as a dishwasher in a restaurant. Adi has always wanted to find a job as a taxi driver.

I have to tell him the number of the driver who was carried away and the name of his boss. That guy's boss needs a new driver. Such a good opportunity, we have to hurry, don't we? "

"Oh, God, this guy is also a profiteer." Mary made a helpless gesture to Lena.

"I can see it. I can see it when he refuses to play poker with us. This guy wants to win our hearts, this greedy guy!"

Ron didn't have time to chat with them. This was a mutually beneficial thing.

His company needs reliable taxi drivers who can take foreign tourists from the train station to designated hotels without cheating tourists or taking money out of their money.

In return, Ron would provide them with a steady stream of customers, ensuring that their taxis would never stop running.

Of course, an acquaintance taxi driver was the first choice, which was why Ron was willing to help.

After doing all this, he took the cameras and went to Joel Market to exchange them for money with Vikram.

Mary and the others were very smart. All these things came from outside Mumbai, and even if someone wanted to investigate, they wouldn't be able to find anything.

In the next few days, Ron changed the medicine for the two of them several times, and spent the rest of his time focusing on the decoration of the train station.

His company officially opened in April, and now it is the end of June, and three months have passed.

Thanks to the depreciation of the rupee, Ron's business is booming and the profits are growing higher every month.

In three months, he earned 260 million rupees. In addition to the 120 million he made from foreign exchange trading in the first month, his average profit in the next two months was 70 rupees.

However, there were many places where money was spent. He spent 15 rupees on bribing officials and police, and then he continued to pay tribute every month.

Ron took care of everyone, including the low-level patrolmen and civil servants at the train station.

He has already spent 50 rupees on this expenditure alone.

Just kidding, it would be fine if his company didn't make any money, but as long as there was profit on the books, some of it had to be distributed.

Otherwise, how could he have been safe and sound until today? Johnny could only deter gang members, but not corrupt officials.

In a place like Mumbai where black and white are mixed, there is no profitable business that is not envied by others.

There is also the decoration of the train station. Ron wants his office to look more upscale, at least to the level of an airport duty-free shop.

Rs 30 is a rough budget, which can ensure the quality and efficiency of the project.

In order to prevent Asan from being lazy, Ron asked Anand and Vinod to take turns to keep an eye on him, and the one-month construction period must be strictly adhered to.

He knew very well what kind of person his third brother was. A dam could take decades to build, and that was even with the constant increase in funding.

If Ron dared to leave it alone, there was a chance that construction would not have started in half a year.

This intense oversight proved effective. Despite complaints from the construction team, the project is currently progressing as expected and will be completed in just one week.

After all the hustle and bustle, Ron's wealth shrank by more than one-third, and the total amount left in the two sets of accounts was about 170 million rupees.

By the way, there is also the company’s official office in the fortress area, and the location has been found.

Ron and Anand came here today to finalize the contract with the landlord.

The fort area is different from Colaba and Crawford. It is very quiet here.

Cars and motorcycles gradually disappeared, and the air became clean and fresh, no longer polluted by the diesel and oil exhaust that permeated other places.

Instead, there was the smell of spices and perfumes, children reciting the Vedas in the courtyard, women pounding spices at the door, the scraping sound of stones colliding, and the shouts of porters carrying goods on their heads.

The sounds of people's mouths and hands can be heard everywhere, and the breath of industrial civilization seems to have disappeared here.

"The Fortress District is a very special business district, Ron, you know that?"

"What?" Ron wiped the sweat from his forehead. The July sun in Mumbai was so oppressive that it was hard to breathe.

"There are a lot of printing shops, stationery stores, wholesalers, and small manufacturers here, mainly supplying the needs of the surrounding offices. So it's very quiet and has the smell of books."

"The British must have taken good care of this place." Ron looked up and saw old colonial houses on both sides of the narrow street.

"Of course, this is where they live. There are many companies like law firms and publishing houses that require brains, and the British need them." The two walked along the ancient street for a while before stopping in front of a Western-style house.

"Right here, look! Ron, you can work here from now on."

Ron looked up and, if he hadn't known he was in Bombay, he would have thought it was a house in old London.

It is a completely Gothic style with pointed rib vaults and flying buttresses, which looks heavy and beautiful.

According to Anand, this used to be a law firm run by the British. After independence, it changed hands several times and is now idle.

The landlord was a middle-aged man with a very Western style, wearing a suit and tie, and he was also a Hindu.

Ron happened to possess both of these characteristics, and the two sides had a very pleasant conversation.

"Are you a vegetarian?" the landlord asked when the deal was about to be finalized.

"Oh, Master Sur is a Brahmin, he is more enthusiastic about eating vegetarian food!" Anand echoed.

Because of his words, the landlord signed a lease contract with Ron at a 20% discount, even omitting the defensive clauses.

India's Rental Law is quite strange, but just because Ron is a Brahmin, the landlord chose to believe him.

The rent for an entire office is Rs 1 per month, which is a great value.

This price is certainly not cheap considering the current price level, but the place is big enough, with three floors and more than a dozen rooms available.

Because it was originally run as a law firm, the room layout was ready-made and they could use it directly after painting the walls.

Ron delegated these chores to Anand, who also wrote a list of office supplies he would need in the future.

Telephone, printer, fax machine, desk, and computer, Ron's current job requires these new office tools.

After arranging all these, he returned to Victoria Station, where his office next to the platform was about to be completed.

But before he could inspect his territory, Mary found him.

Now she and Lena are the top sisters in Ron's company. It is rare to see blonde and blue-eyed foreign girls working as receptionists in Mumbai.

Just because they look like white people, foreign tourists flock to that station.

Ron's original plan worked. In a foreign country, Westerners naturally attract Westerners.

English was their mother tongue, so what a match made in heaven! Even though he had been ridiculed by them more than once as a profiteer who abducted ignorant girls.

But Mary didn't come to him for this today. She was undecided about something else.

"You mean there's this Brazilian guy who's in some trouble?" Ron asked, crossing his arms.

"Yes, he heard of you and came here specifically."

"Heard of me?"

"Come on, you're a well-known figure to the foreigners staying in Bombay now."

"Really? What do they say about me?" Ron became interested.

"You're good at both black and white. If there's trouble, I'll definitely come to you."

"That sounds a bit like something you'd make up," Ron commented.

"Okay, I did tinker with it a little bit, but it's not groundless."

"Let's get down to business. Is that Brazilian your friend?"

"Why do you ask?" Mary felt ashamed of being caught.

"If it weren't for friends, you would want to stay away from all the troubles."