I am a master in India

Chapter 68: The gangster eats the gangster?
It was not easy to get Nia to change into a skirt. It seemed like an extremely embarrassing thing for her.

In India, women will never expose their bodies, even between husband and wife. For them, wearing jeans is considered immoral, let alone skirts.

In fact, the same is true for Indian men. They wear a loincloth when they take a bath. They can defecate on the street, but they must cover it with a loincloth.

In short, it was very contradictory. Although Nia obeyed Ron's words, this matter made her very embarrassed.

Of course, Ron didn't have a cross-dressing fetish, he was just teasing Nia with this sentence.

"By the way, Nia, how long have you been out?"

"what?"

“I mean leaving home, leaving Uttar Pradesh.”

"Baba, it's been more than half a year."

It is now the end of October and November is approaching. Before we knew it, Nia has been in Mumbai for half a year.

Ron's words seemed to bring back her memories. Although Uttar Pradesh was very backward, it was her home after all.

“Come back to Varanasi after some time.”

"Go back?!" Nia was a little surprised at first, but then became depressed. "Baba, do you want me to leave?"

"What are you thinking about? Who will take care of me if Nia leaves? Let's go back together."

"Go back together?"

"Yes, my parents and Uncle Abi's ashes should be returned to the holy river."

According to Hindu customs, all relatives must be cremated after death, and their ashes must be scattered in the Ganges.

Ron should have done this a long time ago. He has delayed it for so long, which is already a great betrayal.

He himself didn't care, and didn't pay much attention to so-called religion. But Nia burned incense and wept in front of the shrine where the ashes were placed every day. This was her religious belief.

Although Nia is a maid, she is not of low caste, and her master cannot humiliate her too much.

Abby was her father, and Ron's parents had treated her well. Watching their ashes unable to return to the sacred river was a torture and a desecration for Nia.

Ron decided to take her back to Uttar Pradesh after the peak tourist season was over, so that he could put his mind at ease.

"Baba, that's great." Nia happily clasped her hands together and prayed silently for a few words.

“But we have to wait until there are fewer foreigners in Mumbai.”

"It's okay, Nia will be waiting for Baba."

"Hey, buddy, is everything really okay this time?" Luca asked worriedly.

"Of course, we've already worked together once."

"But this is more than 70,000 US dollars! What if he steals our money?" Luca, who has a huge amount of money, now feels unsafe wherever he goes.

“No dollars, only rupees.”

"what?"

"Have you forgotten what my company does?" Ron glanced back at him. "Foreign tourists, they come from all sorts of countries. The services I provide for them include exchanging various foreign currencies."

"You mean change my dollars into rupees? No, that won't work, man. Rupees don't count out here."

"But I can help you buy cheap medicine here, and I'll give you an extra 10 points on the exchange rate."

"10 points? Oh, damn, you said I can exchange an extra 20 rupees?" Luca's eyes widened.

"Yes, that's over six thousand dollars after conversion."

"Why? How can you have an exchange rate higher than the official one? Are you in collusion with the bank?" Luca couldn't understand.

"I can't control the bank's affairs, but I have the entire black market behind me." Ron smiled and patted his shoulder. "Man, Mumbai is a very complicated place."

Luca had also been exposed to various shady businesses in Brazil, but Mumbai was very different. All transactions here were carried out in broad daylight, whether legal or illegal.

For example, right in front of them, on the edge of the Dharavi slum, two groups of people were openly trading cannabis on the street. And just a few steps away was the Dharavi police station.

"Well, I'm not worried about customs now. I'm sure the Indian government is corrupt. But those drug dealers are definitely more difficult to deal with than the officials, because they are the culprits who caused the government to become corrupt."

"You still don't understand India." Ron led the way without even looking back.

"Am I wrong?"

"The Indian government is not corrupt because it is what it was before and it is even better now than it has ever been in history. Can you believe it? It is getting better and people are celebrating it."

"How bad was it before?"

Ron stopped and thought for a moment, "It's actually not much different from now." "What?" Luca's CPU was about to burn out.

It was terrible before, but now it's getting better, but the results are about the same. Isn't that minimal progress?
"Come on, stop worrying about India's social problems. Business is the real business. No one cares about that. Not even Indians themselves."

"This is heaven for people like us!" Luca suddenly fell in love with India. "Oh, it's just a little too smelly."

In the alley they passed, there were several piles of unidentified creatures' excrement in the corner. They had to step on the stones beside the wall to pass, otherwise they would be caught.

It was the same place as last time, in front of the small building. Ron knocked on the door and was quickly led inside.

As soon as they entered the yard, they felt something was amiss. The security guards under the tree were actually holding guns.

"Hey, my brother Ron, it's great to see you."

"What happened here? Shouldn't we come here at this time?"

"No, just a little thing, no problem."

Pant was very welcoming, much more so than last time. Before Ron and his companions even entered, he stood at the door and welcomed them with open arms.

"Would you like some Paan?" After saying hello, Pant rolled up the banana leaf and stuffed the betel nut into his mouth. The splashing juice quickly dyed his teeth red.

Ron shook his head, and Luca also shook his head after a slight hesitation. The last time he smoked hookah was still fresh in his mind.

"It's okay, let's go inside and talk." He led the two into the house. The security guards with guns outside were still staring vigilantly at the street outside the gate.

"How is it? Is the medicine okay last time?" Pant asked eagerly after both parties sat down.

"Not bad, so here we go again." Ron took the initiative to take over the conversation.

He and Luca agreed that to avoid saying the wrong thing, he would be responsible for most of the communication.

"So what kind of medicine do you want this time? I have everything here! Just follow the price we agreed on before." Pant's tone was urgent, he seemed to value this deal very much.

"Is there a list? I mean the kind we show customers so we can choose the goods."

"Oh! Of course!" Pant waved his arms happily. Those who have such needs are usually big customers.

Soon, under his loud scolding, a servant handed over a tattered booklet.

"Look, I can get all the medicines listed here!"

From the most common antibiotics to targeted drugs for treating blood diseases, there are so many that Ron himself is dazzled.

He handed the booklet to Luca, who quickly pulled out a notepad and began to compare it carefully.

Luca was not completely unprepared; he had conducted research in Brazil and recorded the common illnesses of the locals and the medicines they urgently needed.

This ensures that the medicines can be sold as quickly as possible after they are obtained.

After making some marks, Luca tore off a note, which Ron looked at and handed back to Pant.

"No problem! I guarantee it!" he shouted excitedly. "Just as I said, let's do it at the price we agreed on last time, but I have one condition."

"What?" Ron asked.

"This, this, and this..." He pointed to several high-volume, in-demand special medicines on the note. "We need US dollars."

"Wait, why use US dollars? That wasn't the case last time." Ron protested. US dollars were his business.

"Dollars! It must be dollars!" Pant shook his head and refused to give in.

"This is India, the rupee works just as well as the dollar."

"No! You, and you, you both have dollars. I know what business you're in, Ron." He pointed at the two of them, as if he had them in his grasp.

"I"

"Snap! Snap!" The sudden crisp sound startled the people in the room.

"Hurry! Hurry! Damn them coming!" Pant shouted!
Shit! It was only then that Ron and Luca realized that it was a gunshot.

"Damn it! Run, Ron! He wants to rob you!" Luca was the first to react. He had experienced this kind of scene in Brazil.

"Go through the back door! Go through the back door!" Pant shouted. He took out his pistol and waved his arms, asking Ron and the others to follow his men to the back of the yard.

Without thinking too much, Ron and Luca ran back for their lives.

"Three days later, at the same place, bring some US dollars!" Pant shouted behind him.

Bang! Bang! The gunfire in the front yard intensified.

(End of this chapter)