I'm a Master in India

Anna and the others contacted Ron in the afternoon and arranged to meet near the Gateway of India.

This is one of Mumbai's landmark buildings, built to welcome King George V of England and his Queen.

Ahem, yes, the Gateway of India was built by the British.

Not only that, but most of Mumbai's famous buildings were built by the British.

Such as Victoria Terminus, the Bombay High Court, Mount Mary Church, Rajabai Clock Tower, and so on.

To put it bluntly, the Indians are benefiting a lot from the British, and they don't have the hatred of that colonial history that one might imagine.

Even English has become one of the official languages, and a very small number of the elite still regard it as their mother tongue.

For these reasons, Mumbai has also become a popular tourist destination for the Western world.

Mention Gateway of India Street, and almost all backpackers know it, and so do the locals.

Most of the day, it's crowded with people and traffic. The sounds of people, car horns, and buying and selling are like rain hitting a wooden or tin roof.

The whole street is lined with shops, restaurants, and hotels, and groups of people include Africans, Europeans, Arabs, and Indians.

Every step you take, you hear different languages and music. Each restaurant exudes a different aroma in the boiling air.

When Ron and Anand found Mr. and Mrs. Henry, they were grabbing their sun hats and constantly fanning themselves in the shade of a tree.

"Ladies and gentlemen, do you like our Mumbai?"

"Oh, God, I need to think about that question carefully."

The two sides shook hands and hugged enthusiastically, mainly because the two French people were too proactive, and seeing Ron was like seeing their savior.

"It's not convenient to talk on the phone, so tell me about your experiences in the past two days."

"I swear, just two days ago, I was still full of longing for this place, but now I hesitate…"

"Don't worry, I think we can sit down and talk slowly."

Ron led them to an outdoor beverage stall and took a few bottles of soda from the stall owner's wooden cart.

After a few gulps of the drink, Anna and Henry also opened up.

From the separation at the train station to the reunion today, the summary is one sentence.

They have been getting scammed, and every scam is different.

"I once suspected that a large fraud gang carefully arranged a play, and then we stumbled into it without knowing it, but we don't have a script in our hands."

Henry's self-deprecation made Ron laugh.

"Your experiences in just two days are enough for me to write an anti-fraud manual."

"Hey, that's not polite."

"I'm sorry, I just think such an experience is valuable, and I really don't mean any sarcasm."

To show his apology, Ron bought two more fruit salads from another vendor.

Perhaps because they met the only acquaintance, or perhaps because they felt relieved after pouring out their bitterness.

Anna and Henry held the fruit salad in their hands and ate heartily. They had been suffocating for the past two days.

Ron understood them. He also felt suffocated by the environment of Mumbai at first.

Look at the street in front of you, it's a mixed bag. There are beggars, street performers, snake charmers, musicians, astrologers, pimps, smugglers…

It's dirty, and garbage falls from the windows above without warning. The sidewalks and roadsides are also piled with garbage, and fat, fearless rats are rustling and undisturbed in the garbage heaps.

But at the same time, it is also full of vitality. The vendors on the road are rushing to deliver watermelons, bagged rice, soda, cigarettes, and ice cubes to the owners.

Money is flowing everywhere, and someone is holding a thick stack of banknotes on the street, counting money and exchanging it.

Ron didn't tell Anna and the others that this is actually a very famous black market in Mumbai.

Tourists are just watching the excitement, but people like him see business opportunities.

"Okay, tell me, what kind of help do you need now?"

Henry wiped his mouth and quickly said, "We want to hire you as a guide and then visit the most worthwhile places."

"My price is not cheap, but of course, I can also guarantee that things like the previous two days will not happen to you again."

Anna and Henry were very convinced of this, after all, Ron had helped them once on the first day at Mumbai Train Station.

After the two looked at each other, they became more determined in their hearts.

"In addition to being a guide, we also want to entrust you with our food, clothing, housing, and transportation in Mumbai during this period."

Yo, Ron sat up straight. This is a big order.

"If I understand correctly, you mean that I will arrange which hotel to stay in next, which restaurant to go to, and what kind of transportation to take?"

"Yes, we trust you." Anna nodded.

Wonderful, Ron cheered in his heart. There is a reward for being a guide, but taking a commission is the real profit.

"Thank you for your trust. I will provide you with services at the lowest price in my career."

"Thank you." Smiles also appeared on Anna and Henry's faces. See, there are benefits to package services.

"In order to protect the interests of both parties and to make everything more compliant, I think we should sign a contract."

"Contract?" Anna and the others were stunned. This was the first time they had heard of hiring a tour guide and signing a contract.

"Oh, I forgot to introduce myself." Ron stood up and handed them a business card. "Nice to meet you again, Ron. Sur, Chief Guide of Mumbai Travel Information Company."

Ahem, the business card is a bit simple. It was just spat out of the printer an hour ago.

This is something Ron temporarily made up on the way here.

"If you are not satisfied with the service during the next trip, you can call the phone number on the business card at any time and complain directly to the CEO."

Who is the CEO of Mumbai Travel Information Company?

I'm sorry, it's still Ron himself.

It was in another pocket of his pants, where the CEO's business card was also stored.

"Don't worry, this contract mainly imposes restrictions on the entrusted party. For example, you cannot arbitrarily ask for tips, and you cannot harm the interests of the client…"

Sounds good. Those scammers they met in the previous two days would not go through these procedures with them.

"With a contract guarantee, we certainly have no objections, but now there is another problem that needs to be solved."

"Please speak."

"We have no money."

"What?"

"Oh no, I mean we have no rupees, but we have dollars."

Ron really wanted to ask, there are money changers all over the street, why don't you go find them?

But thinking about the experiences of the previous two days, it is estimated that Anna and Henry were also afraid.

"Is it convenient to ask, what was the ratio that others gave you when you exchanged money before?"

"Uh… about 5% higher than the official exchange rate, but it was a scam."

"I can give you 15%."

"What?" This time it was Anna and the others who were shocked. This was a full 10 points higher than before.

But after thinking about it, Anna still euphemistically expressed that they wanted to go to the bank to exchange money.

Once bitten by a snake, ten years afraid of well ropes.

Ron smiled slightly, stood up and tilted his head.

"Follow me."

He also wants to do the business of the foreign exchange black market.

This is one of the pillar businesses of Mumbai Travel Information Company in the future.

They want to go to the bank to exchange, okay! Ron satisfies them.