I'm a Master in India

Chapter 244: Unusual

"You want to learn how to drive?" Duo Ji looked at Muna in front of him, amused.

"I can pay the tuition."

"Your surname is Halwai, you make sugar. How can you learn to drive?"

"There's no law that says people with the surname Halwai can't drive."

"How can that be?" Duo Ji spat out the betel nut residue in his mouth fiercely. "That's like making ice with a charcoal stove. Driving is like taming a wild horse, only people with the surname of a warrior can do it. You need to be more courageous. Sindhis and Sikhs, they have the blood of fighters, they are qualified to be drivers. Do you think a candy maker dares to run around in fourth gear?"

Duo Ji gestured the action of shifting gears with his hands, his expression extremely smug.

He was the second driver of the Sur family, and when Ishan was away on business, he became the successor.

For example, now, Ishan was far away in Varanasi, and when Ratan needed to go out, Duo Ji had to drive.

After hearing that Muna also wanted to learn to drive, he couldn't be more proud.

Weren't you very capable a few days ago, kid? You stole the show in front of the young masters.

And now? A country mouse is still a country mouse.

Duo Ji was ready to give Muna a hard time, but at six o'clock the next morning, the stove started making ice.

Muna paid double tuition, six hundred rupees, plus a month's foot-touching ritual.

It was simply too much, Duo Ji couldn't refuse.

They practiced with the trucks that were everywhere in the mine. As soon as Muna shifted to the wrong gear, Duo Ji would slap him on the head: "Why don't you go home and boil sugar?"

For every hour Muna practiced driving, he would stop and work for three hours. He was responsible for training the workers, telling them the rules here, and also moonlighting as a car repairman.

He was busy every day until night, and then he would crawl out from under the car like a pig from a sewage ditch, his face covered in black oil stains, and his hands covered in shiny engine oil.

In less than a week, he was driving the truck decently and could even haul two loads to the mine.

"Listen," after Muna basically mastered the essentials, Duo Ji walked over. "Just knowing how to drive isn't enough, you have to become a real driver. You have to have a proper attitude, understand?"

"What?"

"If someone on the road wants to overtake your car, just do this." Duo Ji said, clenching his fist and shaking it. "Curse him fiercely, call him a son of a bitch. The law of the jungle also applies to the road, you know? A competent driver must roar and curse their way forward."

"No one overtakes in the mine."

"Idiot! I'm talking about on the road, when driving for the Master."

"I won't drive the Master's car," Muna said with difficulty.

"You really are a sugar maker, completely clueless," Duo Ji cursed. "Cars are all the same, trucks just have a bigger shell. You make酥糖 (crispy sugar) and palm sugar, are they not sweet just because the names are different?"

"I understand."

"Ah, for the sake of the tuition, country mouse, I'll give you a treat today!"

Duo Ji pulled him and walked towards the town.

"Where are we going?"

"To show you the world."

"But the Master..."

"The young masters have already gone back to the manor to rest, the time is just right now."

Duo Ji walked in front, and Muna followed behind. By the time they reached the town, it was already very late. They walked through the dim streets and dark market.

After walking for about half an hour, the surroundings were completely dark. However, the area in front of them suddenly lit up, as if they had entered a place where fireworks were blooming.

The doors and windows on both sides of the street were colorful, and behind each door and window, there was a young woman smiling and looking at them.

Red paper ribbons and silver foil glittered and danced on the rooftops, and the teapots on the roadside stalls sang cheerfully.

At this moment, four people suddenly rushed over and blocked their way. Duo Ji told them to move aside because this was Muna's first time.

"Let him feast his eyes first, take a good look at these beauties, that's the most important thing!"

"Of course, of course," the few people said, walking back. "We just wanted him to have a good look."

Muna followed Duo Ji forward, staring at the seductive and beautiful women, his mouth wide open, completely forgetting how to close it.

They smiled teasingly at Muna from behind the window bars, loudly teasing him, each one begging Muna to patronize their business!

Duo Ji meticulously introduced Muna to the ins and outs of the business: in that house, the woman sitting on the windowsill, whose legs were completely visible to them, was called an "American-style lady."

They wore short skirts, platform shoes, carried pink handbags, and had English names written on the nameplates on their chests.

These girls were relatively slim and fit, suitable for men who preferred Western tastes.

In this corner, the main door was wide open, and sitting inside the doorway were the "traditional type."

They were plump and strong, draped in saris, more suitable for men who sought value for money.

In one window, there were several male escorts, and in the window next to it, there were several young girls.

Muna turned his head and only saw a boy's face flash and disappear at a woman's waist.

A blue door opened, and dazzling light shone from inside. Four lighter-skinned Nepalese girls, wearing beautiful red dresses, looked over at them.

Muna suddenly stopped in his tracks, for a moment forgetting to follow Duo Ji in front.

"Okay," Duo Ji turned around. "I like these ones too, I just like foreign girls."

Half-pushed and half-willingly, Muna was pushed through the door. Duo Ji chose one first, and the other automatically led Muna into the room.

Half an hour later, Duo Ji and Muna, like drunkards, staggered out onto the street, excited and exhilarated.

"How do you feel now? I taught you how to be a driver, and I taught you how to be a man. Wasn't this tuition well spent?" Duo Ji sighed contentedly.

Muna didn't answer, he stared straight at the other end of the street.

"Hey! Did the girls make you stupid?" Duo Ji pushed him.

"That guy in front..." Muna pointed into the distance.

"Hmm?" Duo Ji craned his neck and only saw a figure. It was too dark to see clearly.

"He looks like someone from our mine," Muna mumbled.

"You're not mistaken? What's he doing running here so late? Could it be..." Duo Ji smirked.

"He went the other way," Muna's finger traced along the street, then suddenly stopped.

"Never mind, maybe he's out on a date with his little lover," Duo Ji yawned.

Muna hesitated for a moment, but in an instant, the figure from before had disappeared.

It was late at night, and nothing could be seen clearly. There was nothing he could do but walk back with Duo Ji.

The next day, Muna woke up early to study. After finishing, he immediately climbed onto the truck and prepared to make two trips to the mine.

No one had ordered him to do this, and the work Ron had assigned him was just training the workers.

Well, in short, brainwashing.

But Muna still worked diligently every day, never allowing himself a moment of idleness.

Sur Cement Factory was operating at full capacity, and the workers were working hard to prepare the goods.

He heard that the Master had received a large order for the factory, enough to keep everyone busy for a year.

Everyone was full of energy; if there was work, there was a salary.

However, as soon as Muna returned from hauling a load, before he could unload the truck, a group of people rushed into the factory gate aggressively.

They were wearing uniforms, holding batons, and ordered everyone to stop working.

The leader introduced himself as a boiler pressure inspector. He said that the factory's equipment safety did not meet regulations and that work had to stop for rectification.

Muna didn't understand anything about boiler pressure, but he knew who to find at this time.

After quickly dialing the phone at the manor, he immediately reported the situation here.

In less than ten minutes, Ron drove over.

"What's going on?"

"You cannot start work until you have obtained a safety permit," the inspector said in a businesslike manner.

"Mr., is there some misunderstanding? Our factory has just been completed, and all the equipment is new."

"We'll know after checking," the inspector walked straight into the factory. "Where is the rotary kiln?"

"I think some information might have been missed. The Minister just came here a few days ago to attend the opening ceremony," Ron hinted.

"If an accident happens, will the Minister be responsible for you?" the inspector was impervious to persuasion.

Ron had no choice but to have someone take him to inspect the factory.

This type of inspector was extremely difficult to deal with; they were law enforcement officers from the industrial department. Their power seemed limited, but in reality, they were a big problem for factories.

As long as they found something non-compliant, even an insignificant administrative issue, they had the right to shut down the entire factory.

Even giant enterprises like Tata were tormented by them before '91.

After the economic policies were relaxed, most factories abolished the inspector system.

However, in energy and infrastructure sectors, which have strong state-owned attributes, these positions were still retained.

They had official positions and could ignore the reputation and status of enterprises, issuing fines at will.

So, like most public departments in India, the abuse of power breeds corruption.

If they were not properly bribed, the inspectors would keep delaying the reopening of the factory.

Ron had just hinted, but it was useless.

This was very unusual; Sur Cement Factory was not an unknown entity.

"Has this guy been here before?" Ron, who was slightly behind, asked Muna.

"No, Master, I've been keeping an eye on things here."

"Then how can he be so sure that our equipment has safety issues?"

The inspector was checking the pipes near the rotary kiln, his expression meticulous.

The general manager, Gaur, kept explaining something on the side, and there seemed to be some disagreement between the two parties.

"Indeed, from the records of the past two days, your pipe pressure is very unstable."

"Sir, that's because of the trial production, we are debugging the equipment."

"No, you must wait until a thorough investigation is completed and it is confirmed that there are no problems before you can start work."

Gaur wanted to say something more, but Ron walked over.

"Let's talk for a moment," he pulled the inspector aside and then slipped him an envelope. "The Chief Minister just inspected this place. If work stops now, how will others evaluate his judgment?"

The inspector hesitated for a moment, but finally accepted the envelope. "You should rectify it as soon as possible."

Watching the other party leave, Ron frowned.

Logically, these inspectors should never have come to the door.

They couldn't possibly not know that the Chief Minister was supporting Sur Cement Factory.

Unless Yadav was condoning it, but that didn't seem right. They had just finalized a deal, there was no reason to turn around and cause trouble.