I am a master in India

Chapter 447 A Crucial Step

The BJP's proposal to develop the Golden Quadrilateral Highway project immediately made headlines across major media outlets.

Most commentators are not optimistic, which is a long-standing point of criticism against the BJP.

That is, they lack experience in economic governance and large-scale infrastructure projects, and have no notable achievements.

The Golden Quadrilateral stretches for 5800 kilometers, a project that even the Congress Party of the past never undertook.

Can the inexperienced Indian Party handle this? People have serious doubts.

When Ron visited Vajpayee, the latter was also preparing to respond publicly to the matter.

"You want to take on this project?" he asked bluntly.

“Sur Real Estate has built several roads in Uttar Pradesh. You can go and see them; they are very well done.”

"You know the significance of this project, right? It is the largest road network project in India since independence, aimed at promoting national economic integration and is a matter of national strategy."

“Of course, that’s why I came here in person.” Ron nodded.

"It may be more complicated than you think, with an initial budget of over 6000 billion rupees. It also involves some complex scheduling issues such as technical support, land acquisition, cost-effectiveness, and public opinion."

Vajpayee kindly reminded Ron that while national projects were lucrative, they were also quite troublesome.

This is unlike in Uttar Pradesh, where his Sur Group could do whatever it wanted without any problems.

If the project is moved to another state, and the disputes with the local authorities are not resolved properly, the project may be stalled for a long time, and it is possible that it will eventually result in losses.

“My ambitions aren’t that big. I just want projects in Delhi and Mumbai, and around Chennai.” Ron knew his own limitations.

“That’s good. Tata and Faith are also inquiring about this matter. None of you can take it all.”

"They're also planning to bid?" Ron's heart tightened.

"What do you think? We plan to divide this project into more than a dozen parts and carry it out in stages."

This can alleviate financial pressure and also diversify construction risks.

"Okay, I'll have my team prepare the project plan as soon as possible."

“You have to bear at least 30% of the budget, and there’s also the issue of public opinion.” Vajpayee also had a headache when it came to this matter.

With so many questioning its authority, the BJP is now making a concerted effort to maintain its power.

“Leave the media to SunMedia,” Ron immediately chimed in.

"SunMedia?"

"Yes, SunMedia will be responsible for communicating the significance of the Golden Quadrilateral project to the public, and it would be best to reach a consensus."

This is exactly what the BJP urgently needs: to dispel doubts and build consensus on the necessity of the project for national development through shaping public opinion and aligning interests.

Yes, this suits Vajpayee's taste perfectly.

"With All India Television and Sun TV joining forces, they can cover almost half of India's population."

"Not only that, SunMedia recently acquired India Today newspaper, preparing to transform it into a more widely covered national daily newspaper."

“Oh, this is good news.” Vajpayee finally showed a happy expression. “I can tell you the truth: you can get at least a thousand kilometers of the Golden Quadrilateral Project.”

“Sullivan will definitely make it a model,” Ron assured.

"I'll make arrangements with people when I'm bidding, but you'd better meet the people from the Ministry of Highways in person."

“I understand,” Ron nodded.

It is said that it is easy to see the King of Hell, but difficult to deal with little devils.

Even with the support of Vajpayee, the people below him still deserve benefits.

Otherwise, they could easily cause big trouble with just a few tricks.

There are plenty of wealthy tycoons, like Tata and Reliance, and in the end, everyone still has to treat them with respect.

Ron understood this principle: harmony brings wealth.

A project spanning 1,000 kilometers would require a government budget of at least 100 billion rupees.

The construction costs that are contracted out could be in the tens of billions, and even if you advance 30% of the cost yourself, it is still a huge sum of money.

Fortunately, Ron's businesses are all doing very well, so having a cash flow of two to three hundred billion is not a big problem.

Tsk, slow down before moving on to big projects.

But seeing this kind of fatty meat, I still can't help but slurp down a big bite.

Ron didn't delay and planned to visit the highway minister in a couple of days.

He had secretly inquired about the other person's preferences beforehand, only to find out that the other person was a lecherous old man.

So Ron dialed Satya's number again, telling her to hurry up and arrange the infidel test.

"Barum, go back to Uttar Pradesh tomorrow morning, don't forget."

"Yes, sir."

Satya needed to rush back to make arrangements for the selections before sending the people over.

As a driver, Barum had to be at his beck and call at any time.

I'm going back tomorrow, so there's still a chance today.

In the past two weeks, he has started his own business plan.

He was ashamed to admit the things he had done, and he finally began to deceive his master.

He used a siphon to steal gasoline from the fuel tank, drove the car to a shady repair shop, and had them fix things that didn't need fixing at all.

Moreover, on three separate occasions, he gave a ride to a passenger on his way back to his Windsor apartment and charged them a small fee.

The strangest thing is that every time he looked at the money he had obtained by deceiving his master, he didn't feel guilty, but what was it?
Anger. The more he stole from his master, the clearer he became of how much his master had stolen from him.

If I had to describe it in one word, it would be that Barum went from having a flat stomach to a big belly, and he started eating other people's food.

It was Saturday, and Satya said he wouldn't be using the car that day. Barum downed two large glasses of cheap whiskey, mustered his courage, and headed towards the servants' quarters.

The driver with vitiligo happened to be sitting under a poster of a movie star. Every time his master sexually harassed an actress, he would put that actress's poster on the wall and play cards with the other drivers.

“Celebrities are nothing. Without tycoons backing them up, they will just keep getting stripped naked.”

He looked up and saw Barum.

"Hi, look who's here! It's the yoga master! Welcome, esteemed sir."

They all laughed, and Barum laughed too.

"You country bumpkin, we're talking about Bollywood. You know, this isn't a dirty place; you can't force women here. You have to use other methods. Do you know who that actress on the wall is?"

Barum beckoned him over with his finger.

He shook his head. "Wait a minute, you country bumpkin. I'm having a great time talking about women."

Barum shook the brown envelope in his hand, then immediately put down the cards.

Barum insisted on taking him to the parking lot, where the ambassador's car cast a shadow on the ground, and he counted the money in that shadow.

"Okay, you country rat, the money's all set. Where's your master? Did you drive him there?"

"I am my own master."

He didn't understand at first, but then he was stunned. He rushed over and hugged Barum tightly.

"Country rat!" he exclaimed, giving his brother another hug. "My good brother!"

He also came from a filthy place, and he felt very proud to see that some of his fellow people had aspirations in life.

Vitiligo used his Honda Civic—of course, his owner's Honda Civic—to take Barum to the restaurant.

Furthermore, the vitiligo patient said that when his boss was away, his car also served as an "amateur taxi" to earn extra money.

This restaurant is located in Zone 2 of the South Expansion Area, which is also one of the best shopping areas in Delhi.

Vitiligo locked up his Toyota Civic, smiled at Barum to encourage him, and then the two walked together toward the hotel reception.

There was a man there, wearing a white shirt and a black bow tie, his fingers going through a long ledger item by item.

Vitiligo whispered something in his ear as he looked at Barum, his fingers still resting on the ledger.

The manager shook his head. "A blonde woman, accompanying him?"

He leaned over the counter, bracing himself with both hands, and looked Barum up and down.

"Just him?"

The woman with vitiligo smiled. "Listen to me, the rich in Delhi have already slept with every blonde woman imaginable, and who knows what kind of women they'll sleep with next."

A green-haired woman from the moon? Now it's the working class lining up to play with white women. Let me tell you, this guy is the future of your line of work, so treat him well.

The manager seemed undecided for a moment, then he snapped the ledger shut and opened his palm to Barum.

“Give me another five hundred rupees,” he said with a grin. “This is the service fee for the working class.”

“I didn’t!” Barum said angrily.

"Either give me five hundred rupees, or don't even think about it."

Barum pulled out his last three hundred rupees, took the money, straightened his tie, and went upstairs.

The vitiligo-skinned man patted him on the shoulder and said, "Good luck, you country rat, get some revenge for all of us!"

"What?" Barum asked instinctively, a little nervous.

"Call my name when you charge."

Barum turned to look at the pink lips with vitiligo and felt a wave of nausea.

"Alright, go ahead, don't embarrass yourself!"

Barum ran upstairs.

Room 114A. The manager stood in the doorway, his ear pressed against it, and whispered, "Anastasia?"

He knocked on the door and pressed his ear against it again: "Anastasia, are you there?"

He pushed open the door, and inside there was a chandelier, a window, a green bed, and a blonde girl sitting on the bed.

Barum sighed, because this girl was nothing like the purebred, purebred white girl his master had enjoyed last time.

Moreover, he was not even half as good-looking as her, Barum suddenly realized, something he had never noticed before.

The rich always get the best of life, while people like him only get what they've already had.

The manager held his hands up in front of Barum, who opened his palms and closed them again, then did it again.

twenty minutes.

Then he clenched his fist and made a knocking motion, and then made a kicking motion with his shiny black leather boots.

"Understood?"

That's what will happen to Barum in twenty minutes.

"I understand." He nodded.

He only has twenty minutes; if he exceeds that time, the manager will come in and kick him out.

Barum's Adam's apple bobbed incessantly, and the sound of cockroaches began to echo in his mind again.

(End of this chapter)