I am a master in India

Chapter 45 How pitiful!

It started as a sporadic raindrop, then within seconds it became a heavy downpour. A few minutes later it became a downpour, and within an hour the steady downpour had become a relentless torrent.

The rain was so heavy and dense that it was difficult to breathe outside without covering your mouth with your hands.

Because of the long-awaited rain, pedestrians on the street were singing and dancing happily, and the slums were filled with clay pots, plastic basins and wooden barrels to collect rainwater.

Some people simply took soap and bathed in the heavy rain. Some people went to a nearby temple and knelt in the rain to pray, believing it was a miracle.

But this heavy rain lasted too long and didn't really stop for several days.

In the end, there were no more celebrating crowds on the streets, and everyone was staring blankly at the drifting, swaying, and distorted rain.

Thousands of faces crowded in front of every household, and every time a bolt of lightning struck, it would create a scene of people frozen in amazement.

The alley outside the apartment door was covered with a layer of turbid water, and the pebbles of various shapes that used to be there were no longer visible.

"Baba, close the window." Nia came over and closed the glass window of his study for him.

"I thought the weather would be cooler after the rain, but now it's hot and muggy."

Ron turned away from the window and stretched out of boredom.

After the monsoon, the number of tourists coming to Mumbai has dropped sharply, and Victoria Railway Station is now very deserted.

"Baba, you can just rest at home, and our house has air conditioning."

"Why do you sound happy?"

"Hehe, because Nia can stay with the master."

Ron chuckled and sat back in his chair, continuing to flip through the book he had been reading. He had even picked up a few surgical books recently, as he had nothing else to do.

In a place like India, having many skills is always a good thing. The government claims that universal healthcare is free, but that's just for show.

Public medical resources are scarce, and the waiting list is several years away. But as long as I declare it, then I will make universal medical care free.

As for the lives of the untouchables, who cares? What India lacks the least is population, a population like cattle.

Jingle Bell.
The phone rang from the living room, and Nia, who was cleaning outside, answered it immediately.

"Baba, there's a call for you."

"Coming," Ron put down his book and stood up.

Oh, this kind of life is really good, especially with a little maid like Nia around.

She took care of all the trivial matters in life, so Ron didn't have to worry about anything.

India is not so unacceptable, at least here he has achieved a turnaround. Well, in the literal sense of the word.

"Luka?"

"Ron, I'm going back to Brazil."

"Now?"

"Yes, the rain has stopped. This is a rare opportunity."

Ron looked outside the door. The sun shone intermittently, and the rain gradually turned into steam on the increasingly hot street.

It rained for four consecutive days, finally giving people a chance to catch their breath.

"Okay, I'll personally greet you at customs. When are you planning to leave?"

"Afternoon. I heard from the weather forecast that this kind of awful weather will continue for the next week. I'm going to get moldy!"

"Okay, I'll go to the airport with you this afternoon."

Mumbai Airport is known as the busiest airport in South Asia, with hundreds of flights taking off every day.

When Ron and his friends arrived, taxis couldn't even get in. The area was crowded with all kinds of vendors, who would never miss any opportunity to do business.

However, once you squeeze through the crowds and get inside, you'll see a clear view. At the entrance to the airport hall, iron railings separate the dense crowds of passers-by.

There is no other way, we have to do this, otherwise the airport will become as chaotic as the train station.

Because there is air conditioning here, if there were no security, the airport would be flooded with people coming to enjoy the cool air in an instant.

After Luca showed the ticket to the security guard, he was allowed to take Ron into the terminal. "Are you sure this is okay?"

"Of course, believe me, this is India."

Luca was carrying a large bag full of medicine. The next day after the meeting, Pant's men delivered the medicine to the Indian hotel where Luca was staying.

The two parties exchanged money and received the goods, it was very clean and neat, the process was no different from buying vegetables on the street.

Once inside the airport, there were quite a lot of people, including foreigners and Indians.

However, most of the Indians who can come here are from high castes, and no matter how cheap the air tickets are, they are not affordable for ordinary people.

It was also here that Ron finally felt the modernity of Mumbai as a metropolis.

To be honest, the decoration here is nice, and even has an Indian art style.

The floor is clean, the lights are bright, and most people coming and going are well-dressed. The loincloths seen on the streets seem to have disappeared here.

The two of them didn't have much time to look at it carefully, as they had to get down to business.

The ticket inspection and security check went smoothly, but when going through customs, Ron took the initiative to step forward.

The bearded customs officer was meticulously checking Luca's luggage. This was a lucrative job, especially checking the luggage of foreigners.

"Why do you carry so many medicines?"

"Because he's in poor health, sir. Look, this is his medical record. This friend suffers from a malignant tumor, congenital heart disease, and ridiculously high cholesterol. My God, it's so pitiful!"

Ron handed over the medical records that he had prepared long ago. The customs officer flipped through them and saw several large rupee notes sandwiched between them that were particularly eye-catching.

He glanced at Ron and the others calmly, then slammed the medical record shut.

"Who are you?"

"My friend, I am his friend. He came to India just to see a doctor."

"His illness looks serious." At some point, the rupee in the medical record had disappeared.

"Yes, only we in India can save this poor man."

"Come often, my friend, and I'll tear it through!" The customs official returned the medical records to them and even kindly gave them a blessing.

He was really touched by Luca, who had suddenly become ill.

As the customs officer waved his hand to let them pass, the last obstacle in front of them disappeared, and the subsequent inspection after landing was no longer Ron's business.

"God, I didn't realize it was so easy. I didn't even have to pretend to be sick."

"If you want, I can arrange it."

"No, that's it, it's always like this! You're fucking amazing, Ron."

"Let's go quickly. I'll wait for your good news."

"Don't worry, there will be absolutely no problem with this business." Luca waved confidently and went to the boarding gate with his luggage.

The medical records they just handed over were real, and even had proof of prescription medication from the doctor.

In India, as long as you are willing to spend money, even the most outrageous medical records are not a problem.

From doctors to customs officials, bribery is ubiquitous and an integral part of the Indian system.

Of course, Ron was confident that he could help Luca pass the test not only because of this. Don't forget that in Hadhan's foreign exchange black market industry, there is also the airline company.

However, it is best not to do such a favor if he can avoid it. He still prefers to solve the problem himself.

After seeing Luca off, Ron didn't rush to leave. This was a rare opportunity, so he decided to talk to the customs officer again.

"Hello, sir. I'm the CEO of a Mumbai travel information company. Can we talk?"

In the other party's surprised eyes, Ron took out a business card from his pocket.

Well, this is when the CEO business card comes in, which is reserved for government executives.

(End of this chapter)