I'm a Master in India

Chapter 232: Knife Against the Abdomen

News came from Vinod that the whereabouts of that Salem had almost been found.

Although most of the Dawood Gang leaders were in Dubai, they did not live together.

It would take quite a bit of effort to figure out their locations.

Fortunately, the travel agency Vinod was in charge of dealt with thousands of laborers every year.

Relying on them to fight might not work, but getting information was not a problem.

Vinod had a general grasp of the opponent's movements and was now waiting for Ron's command.

Hmm, Ron had originally planned to take action, but Sanjay Dutt insisted on taking over this matter.

He had just been released from prison recently, and after hearing that the movie Ron invested in had run into trouble, he insisted on repaying the favor.

Alright, Ron also wanted to see how much influence this 'bad boy' from the newspapers actually had in the underworld.

He went to Sanjay's house with Chopra and others, and the host eagerly invited everyone to be guests.

Sanjay's apartment was located on Bandra beachfront, which had an excellent location.

They were invited into the study furnished with golden nanmu furniture, and Sanjay personally brought tea, added white sugar, stirred it with a spoon, and handed it to Ron.

“Mr. Sur, thank you for saving me.” He even wanted to perform the foot-touching ritual.

Back when he was in prison, it was Ron who took Old Dutt to visit him and introduced Thackeray to them both.

“You also have to thank Anu,” Ron tilted his head to the side.

Anu, who was Chopra's wife, had also come as a guest today.

It was she who had asked Ron for help initially, which ultimately allowed Sanjay's father to meet Thackeray.

“Anu is my sister,” Sanjay went over and hugged her.

“You guy, stop playing with those dangerous things,” Anu chided.

She was referring to guns, the culprit that landed Sanjay in prison.

“Of course, my house is very clean now,” Sanjay repeatedly assured.

“If you really want to, then go to the Maldives. My family are major shareholders in a resort there; you can easily raise a private army,” Anu said.

“Maybe later, I still want to stay in Mumbai,” Sanjay waved his hand.

Ron listened with great interest from the side; everyone in the room was a big capitalist.

Sanjay, needless to say, was a second-generation star whose father was a famous politician.

Anu's family came from a scholarly background and was also one of the controllers behind the Maldives.

Chopra was no slouch either, a genuine Bollywood family with his own film company.

Logically, these people with money and power should not be afraid of threats from gangs.

However, the social strata in Mumbai were very fragmented, or rather, the whole of India was like this.

Those gang assassins all came from the Malpudan nomadic Slum; they were poor and could take a life for fifty rupees.

Do you expect such reckless men to feel fear? Put a gun in their hands, and as long as there is money, assassinating even the highest leader is not impossible.

Most of them were illiterate, and the environment they grew up in was one where the strong preyed on the weak; their understanding had a very deep gap with modern civilization.

Mumbai gangs relied on these people to make the city a mess, even the police were helpless.

There were too many; gangs did not lack thugs, even if they were consumables.

The few of them first chatted about gossip for a while before finally getting to the main topic.

“I'll call Ab right now,” Sanjay stood up.

“You know him?” Ron was a little surprised.

“That car the police were investigating, the one loaded with guns, was driven to my house by Salem,” Sanjay spread his hands.

Ron looked at Chopra, who shrugged, indicating that he had also heard this for the first time.

Alright, Ajay arresting Sanjay back then was indeed not without reason.

Few of these people had clean pasts.

To show his sincerity, Sanjay made the call in front of Ron.

Salem was only a middle-to-high-level figure in the Dawood Gang; he did not have the conditions like Shakil to stay at a Sheraton five-star hotel.

He rented an apartment here, a regular apartment.

If his subordinates were not around, he even had to wash clothes, cook, and clean the toilet himself.

Salem did not like Dubai; there was no sense of belonging here. In Mumbai, if he returned late, a large family would worry about him.

To soothe his inner self, he watched hindi television, watched Bollywood videotapes, watching them all night long.

They were outsiders after all, with no friends among the locals.

Dubai locals called them beggars or bastards, and they were often discriminated against and humiliated.

For example, at the telephone office, Indians and Baba Sheep waited in line honestly, while locals wearing Arab robes would walk directly to the window, and their business would be handled first.

If he were in Mumbai, Salem would definitely not swallow this insult. But in Dubai, he could only wait patiently; he dared not use a gun here.

Because he had had enough of this feeling of being stifled, he single-mindedly focused on making money, trying every means to become an extortion expert.

He also wanted to live in a Sheraton hotel, or at least hire a nanny.

Salem and Nadeem from the Nadeem-Seeravan duo were from the same hometown, and they hit it off immediately.

They planned to buy the music cassette copyrights at a low price and then sell them to T-Series at a high price; this earned much more money than extortion.

Salem had already issued an ultimatum to the other party; if they were not sensible, he would have to handle things according to the rules of the underworld.

Ring ring.

The phone ringing interrupted his enjoyment of a Bollywood action movie; Salem picked up the receiver.

“Brother, it's me, Sanjay.”

“Hello, brother, how is Mumbai now?”

“I just got out of prison.”

“Oh, sorry, I forgot.”

“I heard you've been causing trouble for Director Chopra lately?”

“This is my job; everything costs money in Dubai,” Salem shrugged.

“Listen, I spent almost a year in prison because of you. Chopra is my brother; he was the only one who stuck by me when I was down and out.

And Mr. Sur, I was able to get out thanks to his help. This movie has his investment, you understand.”

“I sympathize with you, brother, but the Mumbai newspapers are talking about this everywhere, which makes me lose face. As for that Sur...” Salem suddenly felt the name sounded familiar.

Ding dong! His apartment doorbell rang.

Salem did not want to bother, but the ringing became more urgent.

“Wait a moment for me, brother.”

He put down the phone and cautiously approached the door. After observing through the peephole for a while, he found nothing unusual.

Salem pushed the door open, just about to look outside.

Clap! A thick, large hand reached out from the side, holding a gun.

Salem raised his hands and slowly retreated; Vinod entered, followed by five or six people, and over a dozen more stood in the corridor outside the door, silently.

“Mr. Sur wants me to greet you,” Vinod said with a smile.

Mr. Sur? Salem shivered; this... was this the Mr. Sur from the phone call just now?

Who was this saintly figure who could instantly appear in Dubai?

It was not strange for Salem to be suspicious; anyone would feel a jolt in their heart.

Wait, a flash of lightning crossed his mind.

Damn it, Salem suddenly remembered the rumors about Shakil from some time ago.

It was said that someone sent him a pizza box with a bullet inside.

Shakil had imposed a gag order on this matter because it would greatly damage his image as a gang boss.

However, as a middle-to-high-level figure, Salem had still heard some whispers.

After an involuntary shiver, Salem explained tremblingly.

“Brother, is there some misunderstanding? I would never dare to provoke Dr. Sur, right Sanjay?” He shouted towards the phone on the table.

“Pick up the phone,” Vinod pointed the gun at him.

“Listen to me, brother, if I had known Mr. Sur invested in that movie earlier, I would never have thought of touching it,” Salem cautiously picked up the receiver.

Vinod took the phone and waved the gun barrel, signaling Salem to stand aside.

“Boss, I'm in his room.”

“Who?” Sanjay on the other end looked bewildered.

“He's looking for me.” Ron had walked over with a smile at some point, holding a satellite phone in his hand.

“Mr. Sur?” Sanjay was dumbfounded, unable to process it for a moment.

“Let me talk to him for a couple of words,” Ron picked up the phone.

“Boss, the person is next to me. How do you want to handle him?”

“What's your relationship with that Salem?” Ron turned and asked Sanjay.

“Uh, it's not bad, he's a friend.”

“Then give him a warning,” Ron said into the phone.

“Understood.” Vinod gave a look to his subordinate.

Soon, Salem was pinned down on the table; his left hand was spread out and held in place.

Vinod took out a dagger and pressed it against his little finger. Then, under the opponent's terrified gaze, he ruthlessly cut down.

“Ah!” A sudden scream burst out, but it was quickly muffled by a handkerchief.

“Remember, don't reach out randomly next time,” Vinod wiped the bloody dagger on his face.

“I'll handle this immediately, immediately!” Salem shouted.

“Mr. Sur is the sun; He is watching you all the time from the sky.”

Vinod gave him a meaningful look, then led his men away, still silently.

Salem collapsed to the ground, soaked in sweat. He had not expected that even after traveling to Dubai, he would still not escape the shadow of death.

But now was not the time for emotion; he did not even bother to treat his wound and immediately called his subordinate back home.

Ron hung up the phone and shrugged easily.

Sanjay was confused, completely unable to understand what had happened. Too many changes had occurred in a short time, catching him off guard.

“It's over?” His expression was strange.

“Pretty much.” Ron nodded; Vinod's actions were quite fast.

“Mr. Sur, do you have people in Dubai?” Sanjay asked uncertainly.

“I have business there, very ordinary business.”

What kind of business could make people scream and be more effective than the police?

Chopra and the others exchanged glances, all understanding the situation.

“Alright, what about that Nadeem...”

“Not worth worrying about!” Chopra's expression brightened.

“Then the negotiation with T-Series is also fine now?”

“Of course, we will be able to sign the contract very soon.”

“Great!” Ron also became excited.

A three hundred million rupee deal was done. He was spending money everywhere now, and a fifty million rupee profit share was no small amount.

What Mumbai gangs, feared by everyone, were nothing more than this.

You have to press the tip of the knife against their soft abdomen, then everyone will engage in friendly talks.

Why could gangs manipulate Mumbai businessmen without scruples? It was because there was an imbalance.

They could send assassins to threaten businessmen, businessmen would seek help from the police, but the police could not go to Dubai.

Ron just narrowed the distance between them; you have people, and I have people too.

See, everyone can talk properly now, right?

Tsk, Ron did not earn as much from the travel agency business as Hader Khan.

But it solved Ron's worries, preventing him from being arbitrarily extorted like other businessmen, who were seen as lambs.

From now on, those gangs would no longer bother him; they would only fear him.

After helping Chopra resolve a major concern and enjoying the worshipful service from Mary and the others, Ron felt his thoughts clear.

Ah, it was just a bit hard to stay idle.

In April, Sur Industrial Park began construction.

Maharashtra Minister Pawar personally attended the groundbreaking ceremony, and Ron accompanied him, facing countless reporters' interviews.

200 acres, 81 hectares, expected to provide twenty thousand jobs.

These front-page reports made Ron the most prominent figure in Mumbai once again.

People suddenly realized that Dr. Sur had transformed into an entrepreneur.

As for the public's reaction, of course, it was welcomed.

Dr. Sur was a good person, so his becoming an entrepreneur must be a blessing to society.

Many people were already inquiring about the hiring conditions for Sur Electrical Appliances; they couldn't wait to hear the teachings from the Sun God.

Cough, after all, the wages at Sur Electrical Appliances were well known.

Ron himself was much calmer; the first phase of the project would take at least two years.

Given the priority of constructing the core production area, it would be excellent if it could be put into operation in about half a year.

He was building a comprehensive park, including production plants, R&D centers, warehousing and logistics, and employee communities and other facilities.

The core production area accounted for about 55% of the total area, the R&D and office area accounted for 20%, and employee living and welfare facilities also accounted for about 20%.

The remaining 5% area was basically reserved for greening, public facilities, and transportation roads.

The 300 million rupee startup capital came from a 200 million rupee bank loan and 100 million rupees from Ron's own pocket.

Mumbai was not Uttar Pradesh; playing the 'empty-handed' game was difficult here.

However, since the park had already started construction, the television project, which he regarded as the next core of Sur Electrical Appliances, should also be put on the agenda.