I'm a Master in India

Chapter 259: Sapphire

Sapphire's most luxurious private rooms are on the top floor, offering the best service, the best dancers, and the best guests.

Stepping onto the third floor is like entering a Bollywood film set. There are several themed private rooms, each with a stage where colorful spotlights illuminate women dancing gracefully to the music.

They meticulously replicate the postures and steps from Bollywood films, wearing flowing chiffon sarees and backless silk dresses, as if they have stepped onto the stage from a Sooraj Barjatya movie.

Among all the private rooms, the most popular are the Theater Hall, the VIP Hall, and the Mujra Hall.

The Theater Hall is furnished with sofas and tiered seating, similar to a stadium.

This way, the dancers don't need to bend down to talk to guests, and everyone has a clear view.

The VIP Hall is relatively the smallest and most private, with sofas arranged around the room closest to the performers.

The room's decor is elaborate, filled with European classical sculptures and gilded mirrors, along with murals depicting court dancers feeding wine to Indian maharajas.

Ron and the others noticed the girl on the stage almost as soon as they entered. Among all the dancers, she was the tallest, with hair like a waterfall and a smile as bright as the stars.

It was as if the moment the heroine appeared in a movie, the camera focused on her, and everything else around her, all the other girls on the stage, became blurred.

The dancer before them understood the imagination that could be sparked by facing away from the audience. She leaned forward, slowly swaying her hips with movements that were clearly mimicking acts of pleasure.

It wasn't a veiled hint, but a bold display. She then turned around, revealing the sweet smile unique to a young girl.

She had full lips, a long neck, big eyes, and a small, slightly upturned nose.

Rajan was mesmerized by her, almost immediately thinking she was the most beautiful and sensual woman he had seen throughout India.

"Compared to her, what are those rich girls from Mumbai worth!" he said to himself in his heart.

Ron gave Luca a look, and the latter immediately introduced her: This is Sapphire's most popular dancer, Mona Lisa.

This was, of course, a stage name, but it didn't stop Rajan from remembering it instantly.

Luca said a few words to the waiter beside him, who immediately left.

Soon, Mona Lisa, who had been singing and dancing gracefully on the stage, slowly walked down and came before Ron and the others.

She reached out and linked arms with Rajan and Ron, intimately leading them to sit on the sofa closest to the stage and in the center.

This seat was empty, reserved only for the most distinguished guests in the room.

The police chiefs, city councilors, big businessmen, and Arab sheikhs gathered around craned their necks, curious as to who this divine being was, and why they had the best reserved seats upon arrival.

Upon seeing it was Ron, they all nodded in their direction, showing friendliness.

Ron responded, and Rajan also continuously pressed his palms together.

He felt both restrained and a sense of pride welling up inside him.

This circle around him was full of influential people from Mumbai, every single one qualified to be on the front page of a newspaper.

Now they were bowing respectfully towards him, that feeling of being high above others was indescribable.

Power, a man's aphrodisiac.

However, this was a place for fun. After a brief greeting, everyone was once again immersed in the stage performance.

Who knows where Luca found these girls, from Europe and America to Brazil, India, and then Africa, every skin color was available.

And the fact that they were dancing Indian dances was impressive.

What could be more stimulating than exotic beauties performing the dances of the local culture?

At least the Indian men couldn't handle it; they clapped and cheered, some directly stepping forward to start tipping.

There were various ways to tip. Those who were relatively reserved would give the tips to the waiter.

The latter would hold it firmly, palm down, and shoot the bills precisely towards the dancer's head like cutting cards.

This way the tipping target was clearer and easier to pick up. Some other guests liked to play games.

For example, they would place ten slips of paper in front of them, each with an amount ranging from a few thousand to a hundred thousand rupee.

A familiar dancer would come gracefully, take a slip of paper, and receive the corresponding tip written on it.

There were also people sitting alone at a table, singing with hazy eyes as the music played.

A pile of five hundred rupee bills was placed in front of him. Every now and then he would pick up two, raise them in the air, ignore the dancers who quickly took the bills and left just as quickly, and simply sing in self-absorbed intoxication.

The dancers, like goldfish in a pond, would rush to grab when breadcrumbs were scattered, and swim away without hesitation once they had taken them.

Others would roughly throw bills at the dancer's face, perhaps to show a gesture of utmost indifference or contempt.

He would turn his back to the dancer, throwing hundreds or thousands of bills in her direction, while always facing the rest of the bar's guests and maintaining a smile.

Finally, he would raise his empty hands into the air, declaring to the onlookers: To him, money and dancers were worthless.

Everyone indulged in sensual pleasures, scattering money like water. What they wanted was pleasure; they were not short of money.

Stimulated by desires like money and beauty, Rajan also felt the impulse to spend lavishly.

Ron made a gesture, and a waiter immediately brought over several trays.

On them were "garlands" for the dancers, made from plastic-wrapped five hundred rupee bills.

Hundreds of bills were densely packed to make one garland. There was a whole stack of such garlands, at least seven or eight.

"Mr. Sur?" Rajan feigned confusion.

"Go on, don't be shy, or Mona Lisa will be picked by someone else later," Ron said, patting his shoulder and urging him.

Everyone who came here knew exactly what they wanted to do.

Every dancer on the stage was being watched, and there were always more guests than dancers, which created a strange competitive atmosphere.

It encouraged you to spend a lot of money, the more the better, until you became the king here.

Mona Lisa was too beautiful; Rajan couldn't refuse this chance to show off.

He picked up a "garland" and walked forward, placing it around Mona Lisa's neck with her cooperation.

Whistles, cheers, and applause erupted in the room. This garland was worth at least several hundred thousand rupee.

It was a genuine grand gesture, worthy of everyone's respect.

Rajan modestly raised his hand to greet them. The feeling of being the center of attention was exhilarating.

They weren't ordinary people; they were important figures, elites.

This kind of recognition from the high-end social circle was enough to make anyone feel lightheaded.

Mona Lisa responded to Rajan's tip with her dance. She took off her outermost saree, revealing her smooth, fair back.

Amidst everyone's cheers, she knelt on the stage. Her upper and lower body twisted at different speeds, her navel the central axis, her long hair like a flying waterfall.

This young Indian girl danced with an animal-like primal tension, a tension that pulled at every part of her body on the small stage: her legs, waist and hips, chest, arms, lips, hair, and eyes.

Her beauty was wild; Rajan couldn't stop himself.

Soon, he had given away all the garlands on the tray, and the entire VIP Hall was cheering for him.

Rajan's shirt was soaked; he was too excited, too thrilled.

"The show tonight is pretty good, right?" Ron asked with a smile.

"Wow! I've never felt this way in my life, really, Sur."

"As a person, the most important thing is to be happy."

"That's right, it's great." Rajan's gaze was still fixed on the stage.

"Ahem," Ron lightly coughed.

"Oh right," Rajan snapped back to attention, "You said there's a sum of money going to Dubai."

"Yes, you know, I have a travel agency under my name."

"How much? Does it require special approval?"

"This much." Ron gestured with his fingers.

"Thirty million?"

"Three hundred million."

Rajan's eyes froze; even the wild dance could no longer attract him.

"Brother, what are you planning to do?"

"You know Sur Electrical Appliances, right?"

"Of course, your advertisements have spread throughout India."

"It's so popular that all our inventory has been used up ahead of schedule. Now we need to urgently import a batch."

"So this is for an overseas transaction?"

"That's pretty much the idea."

Rajan wasn't foolish enough to ask why they weren't going through the approval process. The Indian Government would, of course, grant certain companies permission to use rupee overseas.

However, there were limits, and the procedures were extremely cumbersome, not to mention an amount as large as 300 million rupee.

He guessed correctly; Ron was indeed not suitable for going through the official channels.

Because it was trade with East University, the Indian Government was still relatively sensitive towards their eastern neighbor at the moment.

Regarding the relationship between the two countries, the atmosphere within India was also quite delicate.

In general, no one was actively seeking to do business with East University.

Two large countries with populations exceeding one billion, and they are neighbors. Yet, their mutual trade volume is less than one hundred million dollar, which is highly unusual.

Considering public opinion and the sensitive nerves of his 'third brother' (a common nickname for India), he could only do this secretly.

"It's a bit troublesome," Rajan frowned.

"It's a small matter for you." Ron looked at the stage and then glanced at Luca beside him.

Soon, the lightly dressed Mona Lisa walked over, dancing, and continued to dance right in front of Rajan.

Long legs, fair arms, subtly brushing against his back, chest, neck...

For a moment, Rajan forgot to answer Ron's question; he was breathless.

Some people who were joining in the fun came over and handed Mona Lisa slips of paper.

They might have numbers or amounts written on them, just to get close to her.

"Okay, okay," Rajan waved his hand frantically to stop them, "No problem, Sur, no problem!"

"Miss Mona Lisa likes you very much," Ron laughed heartily.

See, getting a bank manager on board is actually very simple.

Ron and Luca exchanged a knowing smile. Sapphire was more effective than The Palace.

Here, your weaknesses are amplified; a dancer can easily influence your decisions.

Don't feel bad about those "garlands" you tipped, because as the Boss, Luca gets a cut.

The garlands were provided by him; they went around and came back, nothing changed.

But Rajan's emotional needs were satisfied, and everyone was happy.

Done. 300 million rupee, nearly ten million dollar.

Ron could do many things, like buying a few more production lines.

Pressing on with victory and expanding the scale is the way to go.

A week has passed since Sur Electrical Appliances went public. It's time to take stock of the gains.

Hmm, NEC might also come looking for trouble.