I'm a Master in India

“Raja Kannu, go and call them over.”

“Who?” Raja Kannu asked blankly, still immersed in joy.

“Them,” Ron gestured with his chin towards the distance.

Those seven or eight people were initially with Iqbal's group. They stood relatively far back, like small fry temporarily put together to boost the appearance of strength.

Now that Iqbal had been taken away, and the crowd that had vented their anger had dispersed, they remained.

Ron knew they had ideas. As expected, Raja Kannu went over and said a few words, and the group obediently stood in front of him.

“Do you also earn money from foreigners?”

The few people looked at each other timidly, all tacitly agreeing to this statement.

“How much can you earn in a month?”

“Sometimes 300 rupees, sometimes 500 rupees,” someone answered boldly.

“How long do you work each day?”

“All day long. When there is less work, we stay up until midnight. At that time, the trains entering the station won't have their passengers robbed.”

“Do you know my company?”

“Yes!” everyone answered loudly.

“Are you willing to come?”

“Willing!” In perfect unison, the previously dispersed crowd looked sideways.

“Good, Anand. They are entrusted to you. Memorize our rules within three days.”

“No problem, Ron,” Anand nodded his round head rapidly.

“Oh, right,” Ron, who was about to turn around, looked at the group again, “Help me spread the word that Mumbai Tourist Information Company is hiring. As long as you can abide by the rules and speak a little English, we want you.”

This news made them even more uncontrollably excited. Colleagues who made a living in this area all knew how good the treatment was at Ron's company.

Since the rupee devaluation and the rise in prices, the guaranteed minimum monthly wage under Ron has risen to 500 rupees, and there are also commissions. The most important thing is that they don't lack customers. If there are customers, are they afraid of not getting commissions?

Now that they heard that Ron was still hiring, these people first thought of their relatives and friends. Which family doesn't have six or seven siblings? They all live in slums, and the poorer they are, the more they want to have children.

Ignoring their excited chattering, Ron still had things to do.

Today's farce punished the ringleader, united the majority, and the final outcome was considered harmonious and profitable.

But that wasn't enough. That patrolman actually slacked off halfway. Were his previous bribes given in vain?

And the train station there...

“Sur, Master”

“Hmm?” Ron looked up, it was Raja Kannu.

He stood uneasily a few steps away, wanting to come forward but hesitant.

“Is there anything wrong?”

“No… It's just that I'm very grateful to you. My wife is giving birth next month. She… she…”

“Is that so? Congratulations,” Ron smiled.

“She has always wanted to move into the slums, but I haven't saved enough money. Now that you have given me a job, I think I can fulfill her wish before the child is born next month.”

Ron was stunned, “Where do you live now?”

“On the road, we have a piece of plastic sheeting that keeps us out of the rain.” Raja Kannu smiled freely, without any shame or embarrassment.

Ron gradually became dazed in this smile. He never knew that moving to the slums required saving money, nor did he know that someone had always called the road their home.

Nodding, Ron couldn't say the words he wanted to congratulate him with.

Congratulate him on moving into the slums? This joke was too dark.

“Sur, Master, my wife will definitely not believe that a Brahmin doctor personally bandaged my wound. This is a miracle, glory be to Shiva!”

Ron didn't speak, he waved his hand, his thoughts were complicated.

In India, he didn't mind being an outlaw. But facing the poorest of the poor, he couldn't bring himself to openly do "evil."

“Ron, today's matter is very troublesome.” Daruf, the administrative officer of Victoria Train Station, was very dissatisfied with today's matter.

“Someone was stirring up trouble, you also saw it, we have always been very disciplined.”

“No, this time it almost turned into a fight, we will be complained about.” Daruf shook his head repeatedly.

“There won't be such a thing in the future, I guarantee it.” Ron sneered at the "complaints" in his mouth. Ordinary Indian people can't even recognize Arabic numerals, how would they know how to complain.

“No, you have to move away. There are still foreigners here, they saw everything.”

“I will talk to Chief Desai.” Ron didn't waste any words and directly stuffed 500 rupees into Daruf's pocket.

This fat-headed, big-bellied administrative officer immediately shut up. He glanced at the train station hall, and then swaggered away in front of the foreigners.

“This fat pig looks like a pig, but he's smarter than a monkey!” Ron spat fiercely in his hometown dialect.

“Ron, what are you saying?” Anand and Vinod had already walked behind him at some point.

“Nothing?” After satisfying his verbal addiction in Chinese, Ron regained his composure, “Clean up the scene and don't affect the subsequent business.”

“Leave it to us, no problem.” Anand patted his chest to guarantee.

Now they already had twenty or so people under their command, and the small office was restored to its original state in no time.

Not only that, but those foreigners who had just watched the excitement had already learned from others what had happened here.

They admired Ron's chivalry very much, and such a company sounded reassuring.

So, as soon as the table was set up, several foreigners took the initiative to come over to learn about their services.

“Look, it's the same as before.” Anand was very satisfied with the scene in front of him.

“The place is still not big enough.”

“What?”

“I want to talk to the train station and give us a larger area.”

“Ron, our location is already very good, no one is competing with us, there is no need to bribe those corrupt officials.”

“No,” Ron shook his head, “It's not enough, I want to rent a piece of land here, and then decorate it according to the scale of an office.”

“Wait, I don't understand a bit.” Anand was already confused.

“Have you seen the duty-free shops at the airport? It's like that, a high-end, formal company facade. By the way, I will also open a company at the airport in the future.”

The more Ron spoke, the more excited he became. He not only wanted to decorate an office, but he also wanted to recruit several truly fluent English-speaking receptionists.

It's too much of a makeshift team now. With a little more persistence, he will immediately prepare to implement this plan.

“Wow, I heard a big plan!” A crisp voice came from behind.

Ron, who was in high spirits, subconsciously turned his head.

“Mary? Lena?”

“Hey, buddy. It's only been a while since we last met, and you're ready to do something big. Made a fortune, huh?”

The people who came were his returning customers, Mary and Lena, who had cooperated once.

These twin sisters wore sunglasses and short sports vests, and their curvy figures looked heroic and sassy.

Ron subconsciously glanced behind them, and sure enough, there were two bulging backpacks.

“Sir Knight, do you have time to take us to the unofficial duty-free zone? This time, I guarantee there will be good stuff.”

“Ron, remember our office in the Causeway Bay area, I have an appointment with the landlord.” Anand crept over, “But I can postpone it a bit, but you have to take care of your body, they look very capable.”

Those swaying big thunders, they are too capable.

Ron rolled his eyes at him, then turned to Mary and her.

“You are most welcome, but before that, the two beautiful girls might as well enjoy the freedom of Mumbai first. Two days later, I will personally be your guide.”

“OK, we are happy to enjoy your service.”

Tsk, too flirtatious, the eyes of the Indian men in the train station are about to pop out.

Alas, Ron has too many things to do, he really hasn't properly enjoyed the treatment of an Indian master.

PS: A little nagging, the author hopes to write a good story that includes the various aspects of Indian society. The caste issue will also be written later. It's just that the story has just begun, I hope book friends will be more patient, thank you!