I'm a Master in India

"Baba, your breakfast is ready."

"Mmm, I'll be right there."

Sitting cross-legged on the bed, Ron counted the banknotes in front of him one by one.

The current Indian rupee is the third edition, with a modern design that has completely shed the British style of the colonial era.

The banknotes range from a minimum denomination of 2 rupees to a maximum of 500 rupees, with designs mainly featuring satellites, tractors, and famous buildings.

Of course, the old man Gandhi is indispensable, and he's on the front of the 500 rupee note.

The stack of notes he held were all of this large denomination. Counting them, there were just over 40,000 rupees, which was all of Ron's current savings.

Oh, no wonder Anand liked to fleece the sheep so much; even he was getting addicted.

Exploding gold coins from these foreigners was indeed much easier.

Unlike those vendors in the market, who haggled over every few paisa.

After putting the money away, Ron, wearing his big shorts, stretched luxuriously.

Outside on the table, Niya had already prepared the food. Milk tea, crispy roasted bread, scrambled eggs, simple and warm, yet appetizing.

The electric fan above whirred, but the footsteps of summer were still approaching relentlessly.

Little Niya was cleaning up the incense that had burned out the night before in the corner of the room. There were too many mosquitoes in Mumbai at night; without this stuff, it was impossible to stay.

With her movements, a tinkling sound came from her wrist from time to time.

"Niya."

"Baba?"

"Come here." Ron held a crispy roasted bread in one hand and beckoned to her with the other.

Unsure of what he wanted, little Niya obediently approached him.

Ron curiously grabbed her wrist and carefully examined the bracelets and other ornaments.

"Brass?"

Niya shook her head somewhat embarrassedly. She wanted to pull her hand back, but Ron didn't let go.

"Before the end of this year, I will turn it into gold."

"Baba, it's fine like this. We have a place to live and don't have to worry about food. We are already happier than most people outside."

"But it's not enough for my Niya. I want to see you at your most beautiful."

Ron knew that Indians' love for gold had reached a morbid level, especially Indian women.

If a family had the slightest means, they would definitely put a gold bracelet on their wrist.

That little comparison between women was all on this, and over time it became a part of the social culture.

It is said that an Indian village can be without tap water, toilets, schools, and hospitals, but it will definitely have a goldsmith.

Niya was in her prime, and she also loved beauty. But because she couldn't afford a gold bracelet, she could only use brass to decorate her appearance.

Although she was nominally his servant, how could Ron not understand how to cherish her beauty?

As Niya's eyes flickered with affection, he suddenly hugged her and placed her on his lap.

"Ah!" Little Niya's body tensed up as if struck by electricity, and her fair face quickly turned red.

Oh dear, Ron secretly said a sin. He had just gotten up in the morning, and he was aroused.

"Well, we won't talk about gold bracelets for now, but you must have a few beautiful saris."

Ron took out a few rupees and placed them on the table. He didn't lack the money for a few clothes for the girl now.

"Baba, the money you gave me last time is still there."

"That's for buying food, this is for buying clothes, it's different."

"But you just opened a company, and I have clothes too."

Ron was amused by her cute and sensible appearance, "This master is not short of money now. You just need to dress up beautifully every day and make me happy."

Reluctantly letting go of her soft body, Ron also tidied himself up and then went out.

If you want to develop the company's business, you must first make some preparations.

First of all, there is the company's office location and contact information. Cough, due to conditions, everything is simplified for the time being.

When he registered the company, the address he filled in was the current apartment, and the contact information was also the apartment's phone number.

Anyway, their business doesn't need a special place to receive customers. The train station and the airport are the best places to reach deals.

After these, there must be employees. Well, Ron and Anand are.

It's not about the number of people, but about the quality (actually, there's no money to hire people).

In the month following Ron, Anand earned more than he had in the previous two years combined.

Now, even if he was asked to go back to pedaling a rickshaw, he would shamelessly stay.

Okay, the prototype of a company is already there, now all that's missing is publicity.

Under Ron's command, he and Anand split into two groups. One went to produce the company's promotional materials, and the other went to Victoria Station to set up a front post.

Ron was, of course, personally responsible for this kind of external publicity.

When Anna and the others left, they gave him a whole set of photographic photos, as well as the unused negatives that had been screened out.

These were treasures, as a travel journalist, the photography skills were beyond doubt.

Ron not only saved the money of hiring someone to take pictures, but the technology of the local Indian brothers might not be comparable to others.

With these things, he found an announcement production company.

"All need to be color printed, the brochure is divided into two types. One is a high-end flip-through type, and the other is an ordinary folding type."

"The price of color printing will be doubled. High-end hardcover books are 40 rupees each, and soft paper folding brochures are 15 rupees each."

"Print!" Ron waved his hand, "20 hardcover books, 100 softcover brochures."

You can't catch wolves without letting go of the child; the expenses on publicity cannot be saved.

Ron had already planned the layout of these brochures in his mind.

Under his request, the advertising company quickly produced a sample book.

After checking that there were no problems, he started printing directly, and Ron also paid happily.

When he arrived at Victoria Station with the brochure still smelling of ink, Anand was also doing well.

Unexpectedly, there was another acquaintance beside him.

"Officer Rajesh, are you on duty in this area today?"

"I specifically switched duty areas with my colleagues. I heard that you have activities here today."

When Ron arrived, Rajesh was helping Anand build the site.

Yes, Ron wanted a place in the train station.

The area was not large, about eight or nine square meters, close to the ticket office's dispatch room.

For this pudding-sized place, he sent 2,000 rupees just to bribe the train station officials.

Otherwise, why would others allow him to toss around here? Rupees are the hard truth!

And Rajesh, as a local snake, was the middleman in this transaction.

Although he was a low-level patrolman, he knew many people, and he could talk to almost all the officials in nearby departments.

This was enough for Ron, who lacked connections.

Of course, as a middleman, Rajesh also took a lot of benefits, which is why he is now helping so enthusiastically.

In Mumbai, dealing with these lower-level officials requires an eternal theme: bribery.

The place has been selected, and as the company's facade, it must be well planned.

Ron's idea was similar to the simple counters in later shopping malls. The area may not be large, but it must look formal.

The materials and signs were all ready. The next step was to build it and then solicit customers!