I am a master in India

Chapter 38 Pharmaceutical Business
"If I'm not mistaken, some of these are some kind of special medicine?"

"I knew you were an expert, Ron. Looks like I found the right person."

A smile spread across Luca's face. Ever since he learned that everyone here was more evil than him, he felt strangely relaxed.

"So the business you're talking about is these medicines?" Ron pinched his chin, his thoughts racing.

"Ron, there are many businesses in the world that can bring huge profits, such as arms, gold, and population. But they are too dangerous or require too much capital.

Pharmaceuticals are relatively safe and less sensitive, and as long as you choose the right type, the cost is not that exaggerated."

There is no need to say much about the reputation of Indian pharmaceuticals, which is known as the world's pharmacy.

Patented drugs from established European and American pharmaceutical companies can easily cost tens of thousands of dollars per box. But in India, generic drugs can achieve 99.9% of the efficacy of the patented drugs, but at a fraction of the price.

This huge gap, as well as the Indian government's legal favoritism, has made the Indian pharmaceutical industry attractive to gold diggers from all over the world.

"I can get these medicines for you, but how are you going to ship them out? I mean customs and stuff."

"I plan to bring it back myself. I didn't buy much this time, so it shouldn't be difficult to get it through customs."

"So, this is your first time scouting the place?" Ron's eyes lit up.

"Well, you could say that, but I'll definitely come back later if the results are good."

After all, it was a generic drug, and Luca needed to ensure its effectiveness. The easiest way to do that was to give it to patients and get their feedback.

This takes time and is far from a business that can be secured by shaking hands outside a bar.

"There are at least dozens of similar medicines in India. I guess you want one that's reasonably priced and reliable?"

"That's it! Ron, you're fucking amazing!"

Luca was very glad that Mary introduced him to such a friend. It must be said that this saved him a lot of explanation.

Buying medicine is not that simple. It is completely different from going to the supermarket, picking out what you like and putting it in the shopping cart.

No matter what you buy in the supermarket, you can't go wrong. If your target is a bowl, what you buy will definitely not be a toilet.

But generic drugs are different. If you walk into a pharmacy on the street in India, you will find dozens of brands of the same antibiotics, but the efficacy is not exactly the same.

The worst one may be only 50% as effective as the patented drug, and may even contain some strange things.

It is not surprising that the patient may not be able to see any effect after taking the medicine in mild cases, and may even die in severe cases.

There was more than one pharmacy on Cozwell Road outside Leopold's Bar, but Luca never thought of going there directly to do business.

It's not just because of the price. He also wants to do it for a long time until he can make this business flourish.

If the medicine he brought back caused an accident, his dream of getting rich would be completely shattered.

So he was glad that Ron understood all this; this was the kind of business partner he was looking for.

"Listen, Ron, the special medicines on the list just now cost at least $1500 per bottle in the outside world.

But do you know how much a generic drug with the same effect costs in India? Less than 2000 rupees! That’s not fucking dollars! That’s rupees!

Those medicines are just casually placed on the shelves of street pharmacies in India, and unfortunately no one even cares about them.

Whenever Luca thought of this scene, he felt heartbroken. At the craziest moment, he even had the idea of ​​robbery.

"It seems you've been suffering a lot recently." Ron flicked his wine glass with his fingers.

"Yes, every second I delay the opportunity to make a fortune is like a second when my throat tightens as I breathe fresh air!"

"Hey, Luca, I never knew you were so sick." Mary said sarcastically from the side.

"You don't understand, Mary. It's worse than killing a businessman to stop him from making money."

"I agree." Ron raised his glass to Luca.

"Look, I'm not the only one who knows the truth."

"God, maybe I shouldn't have introduced you two today?"

"Don't be like that Mary, everyone here has violated the Indian Penal Code countless times."

Ron's joke once again caused everyone to laugh so hard that they clapped their hands on the table. Even the guests at the next table raised their glasses to greet him from afar.

This sentence is worth a drink.

"Okay, before you start imagining the future, let's first figure out where you're going to live."

After finishing his beer, Ron stood up and prepared to leave. He wasn't really interested in alcohol, and the few times he'd been here were mostly for business. "Dude, I knew this would be easy for you. But I still have a question. Is this bar, I mean, truly reliable?"

"The business we're discussing here is pure and innocent."

"Wow, in such a crazy place, no one's fighting."

"If you want to be a waiter here, the first interview step is to fight with a strong man for 30 seconds. You will pass if you don't fall down."

“I love this place and I love Mumbai!”

It was actually very simple to solve Luca's accommodation problem. Ron took him to the Indian Hotel, and Xiangtu took only two minutes to get everything done.

He and Ron are partners. Thirty percent of tourists from Mumbai Tourism Information Company choose to stay here every month.

Falsifying Form C was a trivial matter, not worth mentioning. As long as Luca wasn't arrested and questioned by the police, he could live in Mumbai for another year without any problems.

Of course, his legal residency issue was resolved, and Luca also paid a $500 processing fee. Ron took $200 and gave the rest to Xiangtu.

To put things in perspective, the visa business does not affect the subsequent pharmaceutical business.

After arranging Luca, Ron did not rush to find a reliable drug supplier.

The reception desk at Victoria Station had been renovated and he had to be there to inspect it in person.

Luca has just arrived in Mumbai and he needs a few days to rest and enjoy the wildness of Mumbai.

"Nia, what do you say we change apartments?"

"Baba, you don't like it here?"

"I can't say, but there's no air conditioning here. You know how hot Mumbai summers are, it's not even the hottest yet."

"Naya fanned Baba!"

Barefoot, she ran to get a colorful palm-leaf fan.

This thing is called "Panka". Unlike the symmetrical palm-leaf fans in China, Indian fans are crooked.

It was designed for servants to use, and it would be awkward to fan yourself. In ancient times, it was even a luxury item.

Nia, wearing a short-sleeved sari, had a pair of white and tender arms, and was shaking a fan up and down.

Her cute and naive look made Ron laugh out loud. The old fan above his head was creaking, so there was no need for her to do anything.

"Come here," Ron waved at her.

"Baba" Little Nia came over innocently.

Ron reached out and easily lifted her onto his lap. The wicker chair beneath him creaked and shook, and Nia could only lie in his arms, not daring to move.

"We're moving to an air-conditioned apartment so we don't feel so hot while holding Nia."

This reason made Nia dizzy. Oh, so this is what Baba thought.

"You said you wanted to move to the Fortress area or the Colaba area. Both places are close to the sea and have nice scenery."

"Nia listens to Baba."

"Then let's go to the Fortress District. It's quiet there and the security is good."

"Good" is good anywhere, as long as Baba is there.

"By the way, my company is also there, and I've reserved a spot for you."

"Ah?" Nia raised her head from his arms in surprise.

"Nia does a great job with the accounts. I'll leave it to you until I find a suitable candidate."

"Then I'll try."

Nia was both happy and worried. She was worried that she wouldn't do well.

"There are also computers. The office at Victoria Station will be officially opened tomorrow. If it works well, we'll put one in our apartment too. You can learn how to use it when you have time."

Lying on the rattan chair and looking at the ceiling above his head, Ron gently stroked Nia's soft skin while letting his thoughts wander.

A new store will open near the train station soon and he is looking forward to it.

(End of this chapter)