I am a master in India

Chapter 75 You are really good at judging people

"You know what? He came here secretly. He wanted to advertise but didn't dare leave his contact address."

"Did you promise him?"

"As long as you pay, everything will be fine. The newspaper is not the police, so it won't get involved in the bank's mess."

Look, this is India. Ron couldn't help laughing again, Kavya, you are not sad at all now.

"I was the one who received him, and I put the advertising contract on hold for the time being."

"Listen Kavya, I will do anything you ask me to do now. I would even feel ashamed if I didn't say so."

"Don't give me that!" she scolded with a smile.

“I didn’t expect this guy to be near Colaba, less than three kilometers away from us.”

"He's staying in a private hotel. I'm not sure how long he'll be there, but he'll be there for two days."

"Great, I think I should talk to him." Ron wanted to leave immediately.

"Wait, Ron, did you see that other message I gave you?"

"You mean the gangster?"

"Yes, insider information: they are planning to build a super 'palace' there."

"Palace?" Ron was surprised by the word.

"Yes, the kind of place that provides high-end call girls, especially foreign call girls. You know, that place is not far from the airport, and many important people often pass through there."

"Looks like I have competition."

"I'm not kidding. Those guys are scouting for places all over Mumbai. They say they've picked out four or five just as options."

“So Sharma’s textile mill is one of them?”

"That's right. That group of people came with great force and I heard they are not easy to deal with." Kavya gave him advice.

"Honestly, I'm confused. Shouldn't a place like the Royal Palace be built in a downtown area? For example, in South Mumbai, how many tourists can it attract with just one airport?"

"Who knows, it might also be related to the fact that they are outsiders."

"Outsider?" Ron grasped another key piece of information.

"Some say they are from Delhi, others say they originated in Brazil."

"It's really complicated, but since he's an outsider, I'm actually not that worried."

There are dozens of gangs of all sizes in the city of Mumbai. If Ron has to avoid them in everything he does, his travel company will never be able to operate.

"Ron, I support you trying new business, but I have to say you're more suited to dealing with foreigners. You act like a gentleman, not an Indian man controlled by his lower body."

"Thank you. I'll remember your words."

Kavya stood up and kissed him on the cheek before straightening herself and striding out of the café.

Tsk, what an irresistible woman, an Indian woman.

"Dude, I heard you're good at dealing with foreigners?"

Just as Ron was about to stand up, a sudden voice sounded beside him.

He turned around and saw the European who was occupying the window seat at the cafe.

"You have a good eye for people!" Ron asked the waiter to take away Kaavia's unfinished coffee and make room for him.

"I didn't mean to eavesdrop on your conversation, but it's hard not to be noticed by that beautiful lady."

He has a long, thin face, but he keeps it clean. His short blond hair and white teeth are very attractive, and he always has a smile on his face.

"German?" Ron automatically switched languages.

"Oh, you speak German!" He extended his hand in surprise. "Leon Miller."

"Ron Soule." The two shook hands. "That lady is right. You are indeed very good at dealing with foreigners. I have been in Mumbai for three days, and you are the first Indian I have met who can speak German."

"It just so happens that I've been learning German and Spanish lately."

“So you work with languages?”

"No, I'm in the tourism industry. You know, I need to deal with different foreigners every day."

"It seems I found the right person. As you can see, I need a guide who speaks German." Leon became more and more interested.

"Welcome to Mumbai, but I can't do it for the next two days. I have something very important to tell you. If you need a guide urgently, I can arrange for someone else to be your guide. The kind of guide who can help you avoid a lot of trouble and is always helpful."

Ron handed over a business card. He no longer took jobs personally, and he was busy at the moment.

"Okay, man, I think I'll use it when necessary." Leon shrugged and took the business card.

"Good luck." Ron patted his shoulder and quickly left the cafe.

...

Sharma was a bald, overweight man in his fifties, troubled by recent events at the textile mill, and every few minutes a greasy sweat oozed from his brown forehead.

The bank has been asking for repayment. At first, Sharma would pretend to comply, but recently he has simply hidden himself away and refused to see anyone.

And that damned gangster, they were only willing to pay half of what he wanted for the land. Sharma liked to take advantage of others, but he didn't like being taken advantage of.

Unfortunately, none of his friends and partners had any interest in taking over the textile factory. There was nothing worth mentioning around that place, and if he started real estate development there, it would most likely be a loss-making business.

There was no other way, he could only try his luck in the newspaper, maybe a sucker would come to him.

He had sent the servant out to get information, and now Sharma was the only one in the room.

dong dong dong...

"Aman, how do you say...wait, who are you?"

"Don't get me wrong Mr. Sharma, I'm here to discuss business."

"You've come to the wrong place." Sharma immediately closed the door.

Bang! A big hand grabbed the door, and no matter how hard Sharma tried, it was useless.

The burly Vinod gave him a crooked smile, then stepped aside, and Ron walked leisurely into the room behind him.

He didn't bring Anand today. The short guy had no deterrent effect in such an occasion.

Vinod is Anand's cousin. He is not only tall and strong, but also has good acting skills.

Ron only needed a little guidance and he learned the essence of the Crooked-Mouth Dragon King.

"You...what do you want to do? I warn you, my bodyguards will be back soon!" Sharma's face was covered with cold sweat.

He didn't know what went wrong and why the gangsters found this place, as he had been very careful.

"Hey, man, I said I was here to discuss business, that piece of land," Ron reminded him.

"Five million rupees is impossible! At least 20 million, otherwise I won't sign." Sharma backed away in fear, shaking his neck wildly.

Ron and Vinod looked at each other. It seemed that this guy still didn't understand the situation.

But this five million rupees is very interesting and he is also very interested in it.

"Sir, do you know what 20 million rupees means? That's enough to make you one of the richest people in Mumbai, with a seaside villa, a garden, and servants. And all you paid for it was a piece of wasteland that no one cared about."

"That's an entire textile factory! Once one of the largest in Bombay!"

"Textile mills are outdated. Let's sit down and talk. You don't want to keep hiding, worried about being harassed by banks and gangs, do you?"

"Aren't you here? Wait." Sharma was stunned. "So you are not Elizabeth's people?"

"Who is Elizabeth?" Ron showed the same puzzled expression as him.

(End of this chapter)