I'm a Master in India

It was a little after seven in the morning, and the markets of Mumbai were just waking up.

A cup of hot milk, a roasted wheat cake, and a few mutton kebabs – that was Ron's breakfast.

He walked and chatted with Anand while holding these snacks, the rustling sound in his ears was the shopkeepers opening their doors to welcome customers.

"What did you want to talk to me about?"

"Some foreigners want me to do some special business with them."

"Women?"

"Is that special?" Anand was stunned.

"Then what is it?"

"It's marijuana."

Ron stopped in his tracks, "The kind that grows in the ground?"

"That's right, it's everywhere in India. It's part of our culture, and it's why many foreign tourists are willing to come here to have fun."

"But I remember the law seems to have restrictions on these things."

"What is law?"

Ron squinted and sized up the simple-minded Anand. Good heavens, everyone here is an outlaw?

"We can tell them where to find this stuff, but we shouldn't participate in the actual transaction. That's the bottom line."

"Okay, I know what to do."

The atmosphere in India is sometimes hard to describe.

In Ron's view, many locals were accustomed to things that should never be touched.

Some states even had official large-scale cultivation; it was legal. Ron felt like he was reading a myth with all sorts of magical operations, like Arabian Nights.

He didn't want to get involved in these things, so he quickly finished his breakfast and went straight to Victoria Station.

It is Mumbai's main station, with far more trains than other places.

In fact, not only here, but other train stations in India are also crowded all year round.

Population is the main factor, and the coexistence of four different track gauges is also one of the reasons.

From Delhi to Mumbai, it is not possible to complete the journey with one train. Often, several transfers are required.

Ultimately, it is because the track widths are inconsistent, and a train can only run on one type of track.

But frequent stops have also created the prosperity of the train station.

Taking Victoria Station as an example, when Ron and the others arrived, it was already extremely noisy.

The long and flat inter-state platform extends outwards, disappearing under the metal canopy.

Such a wide space was already packed with no room to move around eight in the morning.

The Mumbai Tourism Information Company's office was particularly conspicuous among the scattered crowds.

After a week of fermentation, the vendors and local bullies who frequented this place already knew that someone was protecting this place.

They automatically stayed away, so that the reception area seemed to have an empty space like a forbidden area.

But the passing crowds didn't know that since Ron sat down, people had been coming over in twos and threes to ask for directions.

People who lost luggage, people looking after children, people going to the toilet, all came to ask! Ron was annoyed beyond belief.

In the end, he had no choice but to put up another sign next to him.

"Foreign guests only!"

It was written in both Hindi and Marathi, for the local natives to see.

If there were any illiterate people who didn't have eyes, Rajesh's stick would reason with them.

Rajesh had recently been enjoying his duty at the train station because he had extra money every day.

His colleagues would also benefit. Ron had formed a tacit understanding with the police in this area.

The latter smoothed out various small troubles for him, and Ron, as usual, stuffed a few rupees into their pockets.

Because of their actions, ordinary people didn't dare to approach this area at all.

It was precisely because of this that everyone felt that the reception area here belonged to the government.

Not only did foreigners like to come over and take a look, but Indians who had just gotten off the train would also subconsciously look for it when they encountered something.

Speaking of foreigners, sometimes they gathered here not entirely to discuss business.

For example, the two in front of him hadn't turned a page in the manual, but they had a lot of questions.

"Why is the cow the most sacred animal in India?"

"There are many theories, but there are two mainstream ones. One says that the cow is the mount of Shiva, and the other says that the cow is one of the incarnations of Vishnu."

"Don't all Indians eat beef?"

"Not all of them. Hindus and Jains adhere to this point. The former is because of the legend just now, and the latter is because the doctrine does not kill."

"So some Indians eat beef?"

"Muslims don't care about these things, and Sikhs have their own slaughter rituals. But miss, we are a tourism information company. You can contact the Cultural Affairs Bureau for cultural issues."

After answering all kinds of strange questions, Ron finally lost his patience with the two foreign cute girls in front of him.

I'm here to do business, not to popularize Indian culture for you.

Seeing the corners of his mouth slightly pursed, the two girls smiled even more happily.

They picked up the manual on the table and flipped through it casually, "We can choose any of the hotels on this, right?"

"Of course, these are all real photos, and the prices are fixed."

"Then we can also choose a favorite guide?"

"Yes."

"OK!" One of the girls with a petite face picked up a pen and brushed it quickly.

Ron couldn't even react to the speed. In just a few seconds, she threw the pen on the table.

"This is the hotel we have chosen, but you have to take us there in person."

"Me?" Ron blinked.

"Yes, we only need your service. This is the premise of the transaction."

Ron turned his head and looked at Anand and the dark-skinned Sanjay and the others, who all gave him a helpless look.

"Two beautiful ladies, my price is not cheap, I am the chief guide here."

"I guess so." One of the girls with a delicate face looked Ron up and down, "But you are worth our money."

"Okay." Ron took out a train schedule from the drawer and started checking the time.

He got this from the train station's dispatch room. With this timetable, the Mumbai Tourism Information Company was even more successful.

When express trains and special express trains arrive at the station, and how many trains there are that day, are all business opportunities for Ron.

Of course, this thing is not free. It is updated once a day, and he has to bribe once a day.

Ron checked and found that the nearest express train was in two hours. If he just took them to the hotel, the time should be enough.

Since the customer has a need, as the service provider, Ron must do his best to meet it.

After telling Anand, Ron took the two foreign girls out of the train station.

Taxis are readily available, and several of them have recently cooperated with Ron's company.

He chose an acquaintance, and with a greeting, the car went straight to its destination.

India Travel Agency, this hotel is the place chosen by the two girls.

The front desk boss, Xiangtu, was an old acquaintance. Seeing Ron coming in, he personally took the group to see the room.

"How is it? There is no difference from the photos, right?"

"Well, it's not bad." The girl with the small face nodded in satisfaction. This handsome Indian man didn't deceive them.

To be honest, this made them a little disappointed, because they couldn't find an excuse to make trouble.

"Oh, right, we also want to talk to you about another business, so ."

The two girls glanced at Xiangtu at the door, who tactfully left the room and closed the door considerately.

"What kind of deal is it ."

Before Ron could finish a sentence, he was suddenly gently pushed against the wall.

After meeting their fiery eyes, he realized.

After all this time, were they lusting after his body?