I am a master in India

Chapter 81 That Girl is Nice

"I asked her to help me get some information, you know, about that piece of land."

"Are you really going to buy that land?"

"Yes, I want to try other businesses." Ron nodded.

"Don't you like your current job? You're doing a great job and we work well together. I thought you would love your current life." Mary stared into his eyes.

"No, I like my current job and my current life. There is no contradiction. I just want to do more," Ron explained.

"Well, men are always like this, wanting more." Mary didn't seem surprised.

"Perhaps, you can understand it as career ambition?"

She smiled at what Ron said.

"How much is left?"

"what?"

“It would cost a lot of money to buy that land.”

"It's not much, I'll take care of it." Ron shrugged easily.

"If necessary. I mean, if you're willing, Lena and I can help out."

"Don't!" Ron shook his head quickly. "Money isn't the problem. You and Lena should run this business well. Now is a critical period for your expansion."

Ron's unwillingness to spend a girl's money wasn't due to his pride, but because he knew that as foreigners, it was very difficult for Mary and Lena to make money in Mumbai.

At the same time, he had a vague intuition that they didn't have many good memories in the past. Their current life was precious, and he didn't want to destroy their happiness.

"You are just too gentlemanly sometimes." Mary gave him a critical look, with a strong fascination in her criticism.

"What can I say? I'm not a true Indian man?"

"Maybe, but it's a good thing that's the case." She suddenly laughed.

She had seen too many weird Indian men in the few months she had been in India, and she couldn't imagine what the scene would be like if Ron was one of them.

"By the way, that Kaavia. If you like her, go after her."

"What!" Ron turned his head in disbelief.

"Don't look at me like that. Lena and I never mind these things, including your future marriage." Mary's expression was calm and steady, without a trace of emotion. Like a pool of water, without wind or rain, and without clear skies.

"Wait, why is that? I mean, if I liked other girls, you guys wouldn't be upset or jealous or anything?"

"Why should you be sad? You have your life, and we have ours. We are different, Ron. We are different." She looked at the stage in the distance.

"You never told me about the past," Ron frowned.

"I have to get busy. Those young people need someone to keep an eye on them." Mary avoided the subject lightly and turned to walk towards the stage.

"Do you like Kavia?" Lina came over again without knowing when. "That girl is pretty good."

"What's wrong with you?" Ron suddenly felt at a loss for words.

She has a pretty baby face, and her tone and eyes are very innocent when she speaks.

"I don't think she's as good as me." Lena licked her slightly thick and sexy lips, "I mean her lip skills, you know."

"Hey, don't you think it's weird to talk about this?" Ron was a little confused.

"Don't be shy. The next time I meet Kavya, I will teach her how to speak. I'm really good at it and I promise to make you feel great."

"What's wrong with you two? Or am I too conservative for an Indian?"

"Nothing." She giggled, put her hands behind her back and ran towards Mary. The two of them were almost inseparable, like a pair of conjoined twins.

Ron was very confused today. For the first time, he felt that Mary and Lena were very mysterious.

He had no idea where they came from or why they came to India.

While he was thinking, Joseph suddenly waved and called him from a distance.

"Ron, come here."

"what happened?"

"We need a guy, yaar. A white guy, to sit between those two cute girls."

"What's it to me?" Ron suddenly raised his neck flexibly.

"Come on, man. Look at your skin color and hair color. If you change your hairstyle a little, you will be a genuine Western white man, even more authentic than Amit Bachchan!"

"No, I can't act. The camera makes me feel uncomfortable."

"Come on!" He grabbed Ron's hand. "No lines, just like them."

The two German girls stood up and reached out to pull Ron to sit between them.

"Come on, please!" one of the girls said in German. "Didn't you just tell us yesterday how easy it was?"

They were attractive, and Ron had chosen them because they were all healthy, attractive young men and women, and their smiles beckoned him to join them.

"Okay, just this one shot. I have something else to do, so I have to leave soon."

Joseph and the stagehands stepped back, and the actors took their places. Star Changji stood at the front, his makeup assistant holding a mirror and making final adjustments to his look.

"You missed the most exciting part." A German girl next to him said, "It took this guy a long time to learn how to dance this dance. He NG many times, and every time he NG, the assistant holding the mirror would jump out.

Then we watched the guy comb his hair again. If we filmed all the NGs and the short guy combing his hair with the mirror, I tell you, that alone could make a hit comedy!"

This experience is very novel, and foreign tourists will not feel bored even if they waste a whole day in Bollywood.

That was why they were willing to perform for free, and now Ron was also drafted in. Mary and Lena were standing on the sidelines, folding their arms and laughing.

The photographer stared at the camera, frozen in place. The director stood beside him, giving final instructions to the lighting crew. With a gesture from the assistant director, the entire audience fell silent.

"Music!" the director ordered. "Action!"

Several stadium-sized speakers blasted music, thumping across the set. It was the loudest Indian film music Ron had ever heard, and it made his heart pound.

The actors and actresses, including all the dancers, walked onto the stage with exaggerated movements. The two main actors walked briskly from one side of the stage to the other, dancing the entire time and lip-syncing to the music.

The dazzling dance followed, and Ron only appeared in two fleeting scenes. However, the alluring dance moves of Jimi in front of him made him itch.

As soon as the filming ended in the evening, he couldn't wait to take Mary and Lena back to their apartment.

Although you are of a high caste, you can't always be a vegetarian. It's time to eat some meat.

Poor little Nia, once again alone in an empty room, while someone was rushing around, getting along with everyone in the crowd.

The next morning, when he returned to the company yawning, Harus told him that someone called, named Leon Miller.

"Huh, that name sounds familiar." After thinking about it, Ron remembered that they seemed to have met at the Montiga Café.

Maybe he had some problems, or maybe he wanted to hire Ron, a guide who knew German.

Anyway, Ron was ready to meet him.

The guy didn't look like an ordinary tourist, which was an intuition he had developed since he started working in this business.

(End of this chapter)