I am a master in India

Chapter 48: International Expansion
"Are you planning to escape?"

"I have something urgent to do today, really."

"What a bad excuse!" Mary half-leaned up and watched him leisurely as he put clothes on his head.

"I made an appointment with an executive from the airline. You know, I've long planned to enter the airport market."

"God, he actually made up such a lie about an airline to deceive us!" Lena poked her head out from under the blanket and smiled at him foolishly.

Ron stopped what he was doing helplessly and said, "Ladies, considering that I tried my best last night, could you please help me prepare breakfast?"

"Maybe we should help him?"

"Only if he continues to serve us."

Mary and Lena huddled together, chattering, and occasionally their beautiful eyes would linger on Ron.

"Please, hurry up." Ron walked over and kissed them on both sides of the face, then hurried into the bathroom.

When he came out after washing up, there was toast, hot dogs and a glass of milk on the table.

Mary was still frying steak in the kitchen. Lena was sitting on the sofa, swinging her smooth legs idly. There was a circle of milky white stuff above her delicate thick lips.

"Did you drink my milk?" Ron stuffed the bread into his mouth in a few seconds.

“This is obviously our milk!”

"Okay," Ron shrugged. "By the way, I like your lips."

"I knew you greedy bastard liked that. I can feel it in my mouth!"

Ron waved his hand, picked up his umbrella and went out.

"Hey, Steak!" Mary called from behind.

"I'll come often from now on!"

The rainy season in Mumbai seems to be coming to an end, and the dark clouds in the far sky have mostly dissipated.

The long-lost sunshine pushed aside the heavy rainy season clouds, making the windows of the apartment buildings across Kowitz Road become a dazzling mirror from time to time.

Just like the weather forecast said, today is a rare sunny day.

Hari Chopra, the customs officer at Mumbai Airport, called yesterday and said there was a meeting today.

Ron wanted to sound him out, but the other party just said, "Just come."

This answer is so fucking Indian. They never discuss things over the phone or tell you the specific results.

No matter what you ask, the answers you get are mostly, "Just come" or "Just come."

It was as if he was afraid that you wouldn't go, and he was trying his best to seduce you.

Ron still hasn't figured out the third brother's train of thought.

On his way to the meeting, he stopped by the Fortress District Office to pick up a few things.

By the time he arrived at the seaside hotel on Linhai Avenue, the sun was shining brightly and he was not late.

The scenery here is very good, with a panoramic view of the vast Arabian Sea. The doorman under the colorful awning at the entrance of the hotel respectfully took the umbrella from Ron. Ordinary people are not allowed to enter the restaurant here.

Led by the waiter, Ron soon arrived at a courtyard with a patio.

"Hey, Ron Baba!"

"Nanny rips it all off, brother Harry."

Although Ron almost lost his composure when the other party opened his mouth, he still hugged Harry warmly.

"Okay, let's get to know each other. This is Mr. Singh, the director of the Air India Executive Office." Harry led Ron to a middle-aged man wearing a blue turban. "This is Ron Soul, the CEO of a Mumbai travel information company. He's very well-known among foreigners in Mumbai."

"Hello." They shook hands and sat down, then began to look at each other quietly.

Singh is tall, with a thick beard, and his thick eye bags are as eye-catching as his bright eyes.

This outfit clearly shows his Sikh identity, and the surname "Singh" also proves this. Usually only men who have completed the Sikh initiation ceremony will give themselves the surname "Singh", which means lion in Sanskrit.

If we trace it back, "Singh" originally came from the Kshatriya caste, representing the king and warrior class. However, due to different ideologies, Sikhism later emerged.

The Sikhs in India are usually tall and strong. They are the best soldiers and are much tougher than other Indian races.

Now one-third of the officers in the Indian army are Sikhs. In view of their strong influence, the Indian government specially allows them to retain their own ethnic decorations in the army.

That is the representative headscarf. Only this religion has this honor, while other religions must wear a uniform military cap.

The so-called "Red-headed Indians" refer to the Sikhs who were found to be brave and good at fighting during the British colonial period. That is why they recruited a large number of them into the army and brought them to the world as "ace troops".

Compared with other religions, Sikhs have a relatively good status in Indian society, and they usually work as drivers, skilled workers, and soldiers.

Mr. Singh, who was standing before him, could become a government official, so he was already an elite among the elites. He looked at Ron with undisguised eyes.

"The last name Suhr sounds like it comes from the North."

“You are very knowledgeable. I am indeed from Uttar Pradesh.”

"Uttar Pradesh," Singh said, his tone becoming a little colder. "Then why come to Mumbai? You have more power there than the government."

At this point, Ron finally heard the sarcasm or dissatisfaction in his words. He glanced at Harry beside him and mouthed the word "caste".

Ron's mind moved, "My parents are teachers, but due to religious conflicts, the local school was burned down by Muslims.

As far as I can remember, this was the third time the school had been destroyed by such a conflict. The state government had no budget to rebuild the campus, so they had no choice but to bring me to Mumbai.

According to the original plan, they would find me a job in Mumbai and then support me in college. Unfortunately, at the beginning of the year, they could not escape another religious conflict.

"Are your parents both teachers?" Singer's expression was no longer so serious.

"Yes, hundreds of students have graduated under their guidance over the past decade."

"Guru Granth Sahib (Sikh prayer)!" Singh clasped his hands together in prayer gesture.

Seeing this, Ron and Harry also put their hands together. Whether it is Hinduism or Sikhism, they have one thing in common that they hate: Muslims.

The former is a sworn enemy, and the latter has been prohibited from intermarrying with Muslims since the 18th century. This wave of people has found a common enemy.

In fact, Hinduism and Sikhism do not get along. After all, the original intention of Sikhism was to overthrow the caste system and establish an equal society.

This is also the reason why Singer had a mediocre impression of Ron at the beginning.

However, the complex relationship between Indian religions is just like that between China, Japan and South Korea, which cannot be explained at all.

Fortunately, the three people here were able to become social elites thanks to their rational minds, and religion was more like a cloak.

In addition, Singer highly respected the profession of teacher, and after Ron introduced his life background, he quickly won his sympathy and favor.

"Harry said you wanted to open a tourist reception desk for foreigners at the Mumbai airport?"

“It’s a wonderful thing, isn’t it? Mumbai didn’t have a company that specialized in introducing foreigners to India, and I filled that gap.

As a superpower in the world, India is so powerful that I think it would be a waste if we don’t fully showcase it to foreigners.”

A superpower? Powerful? Singh and Harry were surprised at first, then a surge of pride rose from the soles of their feet, making them feel elated and immensely happy.

“That’s really good.”

"Yes, India is already a superpower and foreigners need to take us seriously."

The five permanent members of the YouTube channel were incredibly excited when they discussed this topic. They were completely absorbed in the fantasy of a superpower, as if they were high on marijuana.

"But after all, we are entertaining foreigners, and the company's qualifications..." Finally, Singh remembered the main business of today.

"That's no problem at all. Mumbai Travel Consulting is already internationally renowned!"

Ron quietly took out the copy of Lonely Planet.

(End of this chapter)