I'm a Master in India

After Anna and her husband left Mumbai, they went to Goa, Mysore, Madurai, Bangalore in the south…

Their journey revolved around the Indian continent, wandering from the Arabian Sea all the way to the Bay of Bengal.

They traveled leisurely along the way, and it wasn't until last month that they returned to France, travel-worn and weary.

Next was sorting out the information, photos, and manuscripts from their journey, a task they spent two weeks completing.

The express delivery in Ron's hand contained the photos Anna and her husband had developed, as well as a thank-you letter.

The general meaning was that they were very grateful for Ron's help in Mumbai, and that the India section of the 《Lonely Planet》 magazine had been finalized.

The new travel guide is expected to be updated in September, and Ron and his Mumbai travel information company will also be featured.

Tsk, Ron couldn't help but beam with joy when he saw this.

"What's the good news?" Mary asked, propping her chin up from the side.

"We're about to become famous!" Ron waved the letter in his hand.

"We're already famous enough. Look, the flyers outside have done a great job."

"No, this is real fame, fame among tourists all over the world!"

"Is that so? Congratulations."

"You don't seem so happy?"

"Please, the more people who come, the more tired Lena and I will be." Mary wrinkled her delicate nose.

"Hey, cheer up. You guys are the highest-paid people in the company besides me."

In order to keep these two beautiful sisters, Ron paid them "super high" salaries.

Ten thousand rupees per month for each of them, which exceeded the income of more than 95% of the population in India, including many officials.

Of course, such a salary also brought Ron a rich return. With them around, the entrance of the Mumbai Travel Information Company was never deserted.

Young, beautiful, and with Western faces, many people were so eager to chat with them that they signed contracts with great enthusiasm.

However, ten thousand rupees was only a little over three hundred US dollars for Mary, and this income was really not related to "high salary".

"I still miss the old days, free, exciting, and well-paid."

"Beautiful lady, I need to remind you, this is India. You can't not know what they would do to you if you were caught, right? Indian men are all perverts."

Mary's light blue eyes scanned him up and down, "If I remember correctly, you are also an Indian man."

"That's why I understand them, and the market in Chor Bazaar is not doing so well now."

"How do you mean?"

"With the economic opening up, those electronic products will slowly become less popular. You know, things are valued when they are scarce."

"It seems that Bollywood is my ultimate destination." Mary shrugged optimistically.

"I won't stop you, but at least wait until I recruit a suitable candidate."

"Then you have to hurry up. Maybe one day Lena and I will get tired of it and leave without saying goodbye."

"I'm recruiting, I'm recruiting." Ron sighed helplessly.

He never thought that Mary and Lena would stay here honestly. It's not in their character.

Without these two sisters, the attractiveness of the Mumbai Travel Information Company would drop at least a grade.

It seems that a new requirement needs to be added to the recruitment of new people: must be beautiful.

At the end of July, Ron moved.

He really didn't trust the old apartment, no matter how cheap the rent was.

And when the landlord heard that Ron was moving out, he even smiled happily, afraid that Ron would stay and not leave.

The Indian 《Rental Law》 stipulates that once the price of a house rental is determined, it can never be increased.

It even allows the house to be rented at this fixed standard to the legal heir of the current tenant. As long as the tenant pays the rent, the landlord has no right to drive him away, and the lease will be automatically renewed after the lease expires.

The most annoying thing is that the government also has regulations on housing prices. The last time the rent standard was determined was in the 1940s.

Yes, theoretically speaking, the housing prices in Mumbai are still at the level of more than 50 years ago, and have not increased by a single rupee to this day.

Once the 《Rental Law》 is introduced, it becomes as difficult as climbing to the sky to abolish it.

There are always more tenants than landlords, and Mumbai's 2.5 million tenants are also the city's largest electoral group.

In order to win over the people and win votes, all political parties are doing their best to unite and protect the interests of tenants. The validity of the 《Rental Law》 has been extended by twenty times.

Tenants also made such suggestions to landlords: sell the house to them at a price one hundred times higher than the fixed rent. They become the new homeowners, and the landlords will no longer have to worry about rents that never increase.

The tenants' wishful thinking is loud. If this is really done, it means that they can purchase the most expensive real estate in the golden area of ​​the city at a price lower than a slum dwelling.

Therefore, landlords who keep their houses and add to their troubles and sell their houses and suffer have no choice but to post warnings and refuse to repair the houses.

Of course, the landlords later became smarter. They directly found gang members to help. If any tenant dared to act rogue, they would be beaten to the ground looking for their teeth.

Ron's landlord was not worried at first, but as Ron's subordinates became more and more numerous, he was also afraid.

In this black eat black situation, who knows who will win in the end.

Now that Ron is moving out, he is of course overjoyed. Not only did he return the deposit in full, but he also gave him a housewarming gift.

Ron, who had this kind of treatment for the first time, was considered to have opened his eyes.

After accepting it unceremoniously, he moved to a new place.

It was an apartment on Strand Street in the Fort area, with a bedroom, study, dining room, kitchen, and bathroom. The place was much bigger than before.

The most important thing is that there is air conditioning here, as well as a refrigerator. Although it is very old, Nya still regards it as a treasure.

Ron is also very satisfied with this place, especially the apartment's French doors, which face a cobblestone-paved alley.

There is also a towering elm tree on the side of the road, with a long chair below.

It was so quiet that it made people feel at ease. Ron liked it here.

Although there is no longer a market downstairs in the nearby apartment building, he at least doesn't have to worry about his feet becoming muddy on rainy days.

"Anand, aren't you considering moving to a different place?"

"No, Ron, it's good there, I like it there."

Anand happily shook his neck. Today Ron moved, and he used a rickshaw to transport many things.

He hadn't ridden a rickshaw for a long time. Although this trip was hot and tiring, he regained the joy he once had.

"I'm going to build two more houses in the original house."

Speaking of this, Anand was full of pride.

"Is this for Jarma and Tilaka?"

"That's right, they're getting older and need some space of their own."

"And school, Anand, you should let them read more books, it's very useful."

"I know," Anand laughed, "Soon our slum will have its own school. The Municipal Corporation has compromised and they will allow us to build a temporary school."

"That's great, it's something to be happy about."

"Are you willing to go?"

"What?"

"For this matter, they want to celebrate it greatly. You know, Ron, many people are relying on you to support them.

You gave them wages, and then there was funding to build this temporary school. They are very grateful to you."

"I will go."

"Great, they will be so happy!"

Looking at Anand's gesticulating appearance, Ron suddenly felt a little embarrassed.

Until today, he has not had the courage to truly step into the slum. Going to Anand's house in the beginning was already a very peripheral place.

Ron just didn't know how to refuse the invitation just now, and now it seems he has to go.

"You should rest well today, I'll be at the train station." Anand rode on the rickshaw, preparing to say goodbye.

"You should consider my suggestion and at least find a better place for your family."

"I know, by the way, Ron, I'm very strange."

"What?"

Anand sat in the car and looked around, then leaned his head over, "Why hasn't your little maid's belly gotten bigger yet?"

"Wh-what?" Ron stammered, "She's too young, she's not even eighteen years old yet."

"In our hometown, girls who are five years younger than that already have two children, and there are many who get married who are eight years younger."

Ron felt his scalp tingle, but Anand was very natural and didn't mean to joke at all.

For the first time, Ron felt that he still didn't understand India, not at all.

No wonder someone once told him that Mumbai does not represent India. It is an independent and complex world.

If you want to understand the real India, go to the countryside. That is where 80% of the country's population lives.

Waving goodbye to Anand, Ron shook his head. Next, he had to busy himself with another matter.

Luca has been having a great time in Mumbai these past few days, but he hasn't forgotten his business. He even called Ron yesterday.

To be honest, Ron was also dealing with medicine for the first time.

This is a completely unfamiliar market, and he is going to ask Johnny about it.

For black market transactions, of course, you have to find a professional. Although this profession may not be the right one, the process is generally similar.

"Baba, the desk in the study is too heavy, I can't move it." Nya, who had rolled up her sleeves, stood at the door of the apartment and called him.

Ron suddenly shuddered. He thought of Anand's words just now again.