I'm a Master in India

What Ron wanted to see, of course, was the income that had already been credited, that is, the money that went into his pocket.

“In the first week, our guests spent a total of 270,000 rupees?”

“Yes, Baba, these are all recorded commissionable expenses.”

The so-called commissionable expenses mean that the tourists' money is spent on the package deals provided by his company.

Hotels, restaurants, entertainment venues, etc., all have commission agreements with Mumbai Travel Information Company.

Ron glanced over, and about 60,000 of the 270,000 rupees ended up in his pocket.

On average, the commission is maintained at around 22%, which is a good ratio.

Unfortunately, this 270,000 rupees is the cumulative data of 20 contracts, and each contract means a wave of guests.

The average spending of so many people during their stay in Mumbai barely exceeds 10,000 rupees, which is far from Smith and Anna.

But this is also normal, after all, fat sheep are a minority, and the general public is the main body of society.

“Baba, in addition to the income of 60,000 rupees, there is also a basic service fee of 25,000, a commission of 15,000 from second-hand transactions, totaling 100,000 rupees.”

“How much money do we have in our account?”

“Less than 20,000 rupees, which is used to give bonuses to everyone. All other cash, including the previous savings of more than 40,000, has been exchanged for US dollars from tourists.”

“I expect the rupee to continue to fall. In the next two weeks, the account will maintain this much money. All other income will be exchanged for foreign currency; we don’t want rupees.”

“Okay!” Niya quickly wrote it down.

Ron didn't have much money in his hand. After tossing around for a month, he only managed to get more than 120,000 rupees.

Now that he knows that the rupee will continue to depreciate, of course he has to speculate in foreign exchange.

Coincidentally, Mumbai Travel Information Company has unique resources, and those foreigners have a lot of foreign currency on them.

On the other hand, Hadkhan of the foreign exchange black market is also an acquaintance. Look, a mature industrial chain is born.

The only shortcoming is that his capital is not strong enough, and this time he can only drink some thin soup.

Once the exchange rate stabilizes, he plans to sell all the US dollars in his hand.

Ron doesn't need so much foreign exchange. He neither goes abroad nor engages in foreign trade, so what does he need so many US dollars for?

Converting it into rupees and continuing to expand the company's operations is the key.

At least he should rent a decent office. It's too shabby to be squeezed in Victoria Terminus every day.

He also needs to hire one or two clerks. Niya is his exclusive maid, so let others be the workhorses.

“By the way, Niya, have you ever worn a dress?”

“Ah?” Niya, wrapped in a light sari, was surprised and didn't know how to answer.

“You can try it.”

She has fair skin, a slender waist, and long legs. She must look beautiful in a dress.

“Baba, are you talking about the kind of dress in the movies?” Niya asked softly.

“Yes, Niya will definitely look good in it.”

“But... but Indian women never wear that...”

“It’s not like I’m asking you to wear it for others to see, wear it at home, understand?”

“Then... then...” After hesitating for a long time, Niya's face was as red as if it had been dyed.

“I’ll bring you a magazine in a couple of days, you can refer to it.”

Ron waved his hand casually, he was a professional at training maids.

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, another week has passed, and the season is about to enter May.

The climate in South India is getting hotter and hotter. Even the foreigners in Victoria Terminus are no longer appearing so frequently.

Ron and Anand are studying the train schedule for the next two weeks, which is related to their plan to make money.

“Ron, in another two months, we may have no business.”

“Why?”

“It’s too hot. No one wants to walk on the streets of Mumbai in the summer. The rainy season is also coming, and there is water everywhere.”

“Doesn’t that mean everyone has no money to earn? When you were a guide before, how did you get through this time?”

“Why bother? There are hundreds of thousands of foreigners in Mumbai who need people to serve them.”

Anand shook his head optimistically. He has been in this industry for many years and has his own way of survival.

However, Ron sighed secretly. It’s the off-season for tourism. He almost forgot about it.

In the summer, the rich people in Mumbai are running away, and naturally there is no reason for foreigners to come in.

“Don’t worry, there will be business. Victoria Terminus is not everything.” Anand comforted.

“How do you say that?” Ron, who was frowning, subconsciously raised his eyelids.

“Many foreigners in Mumbai have heard of your name, and other businesses will come to you.”

Anand winked mysteriously. There was a smile on his round face, as if he was deliberately playing a guessing game with Ron.

“To be honest, I would rather receive ‘newcomers’. Although they don’t know anything, they need us more.”

“Yes, but that’s how things are. We have to flexibly change our identity.”

Ron guessed that it was nothing more than black market transactions. If there are no new tourists, then serve the old customers.

Foreigners who come here for tourism stay for a week for short stays, and several months for long stays.

Based on the initial relationship, Mumbai Travel Information Company can also take on some other businesses.

“By the way, Anand, do you know Hadkhan?”

“Which Hadkhan?”

“Prakash Hadkhan, the boss of the foreign exchange black market.”

Anand's eyes widened, and he turned his head in disbelief.

“You’ve met that legendary boss?”

“Wait, wasn’t that black market the one you introduced me to in the first place?”

“Of course I know that black market is one of his industries, but I never said I knew him. No! Of course I know him. In Mumbai, he is a well-known and famous figure.”

Ron was almost confused by him, so he had to interrupt his gesticulations.

There were some things he needed to figure out. Intuition told him that some important information had been missed by him.

“So you introduced me to that black market not because you know each other?”

Anand narrowed his eyes and smiled happily as if he had heard a joke, “I never thought my image in your heart was so great, Ron.”

“Great?”

“Yes, that’s Hadbai. His name appears in the newspapers every few days. People in the markets, nightclubs, and slums are talking about him.

The rich admire him and fear him, and the poor respect him and treat him like a god. His philosophy is famous throughout Mumbai, and his friendship with artists, entrepreneurs, and politicians is also well known.

He is also one of the black bosses in Mumbai and the founder of the Federation system. This system divides Mumbai into several territories, which are governed by different gangs.

This system is very good and very popular. Because after more than ten years of bloody battles for territory, this system has stabilized the underworld of Mumbai.

In short, he is very powerful, dangerous but smart.”

Ron was shocked by his words. He had dealt with such a prestigious black boss twice without knowing it?

“He wants to see me, Anand.”

“What?” This time it was Anand’s turn to be shocked beyond words.

“Ron, have you gotten into any trouble?”

“Of course not, I even saved one of his men.”

“That’s good, I don’t have to collect your body.”

“Hey, isn’t that too exaggerated? Bro.”

“Not at all!” Anand rarely put away his smile, “Ron, promise me, let’s just do the legitimate business we’re doing now!”