I'm a Master in India

At first, it was just a few scattered raindrops, but within seconds it turned into a torrential downpour. Minutes later, it was a deluge, and in less than an hour, the rain transformed into an endless flood.

The rain was so heavy and dense that it was difficult to breathe outside without cupping your hands around your mouth.

Because of this long-awaited rain, the people in the streets were singing and dancing with joy, and the slums were filled with pottery jars, plastic basins, and wooden buckets to collect the rainwater.

Some people even brought out soap and bathed in the downpour. Others went to nearby temples, kneeling in the rain to pray, believing it was a miracle.

But this continuous rain lasted too long, not truly stopping for days on end.

Eventually, the celebratory crowds disappeared from the streets, and everyone stared blankly at the wavering, swaying, and distorted rain curtain.

Several faces were pressed against the doorways of every house, and each lightning strike illuminated a frozen tableau of astonishment.

The alleyway outside the apartment building was covered in a layer of murky water, and the once-distinct cobblestones were no longer visible.

"Baba, close the window," Nya said, sliding the glass window of his study shut for him.

"I thought the weather would cool down after the rain, but now it's just muggy and hot."

Ron turned away from the window, stretching languidly, feeling bored.

After the rainy season, the number of tourists coming to Mumbai plummeted, and Victoria Terminus was now very quiet.

"Baba, you can take a good rest at home, and we have air conditioning in the house, you know."

"Why does it sound like you're happy about it?"

"Hehe, because Nya can stay by Master's side."

Ron chuckled softly and returned to his chair, continuing to flip through the book he had been reading halfway. Recently, with nothing better to do, he had even found a few surgical medical books.

In a place like India, it never hurts to have more skills. The government's nominal universal healthcare is free, but that's just something to listen to.

Public medical resources are scarce, with waiting lists stretching for years. But as long as I announce it, then I am providing free universal healthcare.

As for the lives of the untouchables, who cares? India's greatest asset is its population, a population treated like livestock.

Ding-a-ling.

The telephone rang from the living room, and Nya, who was cleaning outside, answered it immediately.

"Baba, you have a phone call."

"Coming," Ron put down his book and stood up.

Ah, this kind of life is really good, especially with a little maid like Nya by his side.

All the trivial matters of life are taken care of by her, Ron doesn't have to worry about anything.

India isn't so unacceptable after all, at least here he has achieved the dream of turning the tables and becoming the master. Yes, in the literal sense of turning the tables and becoming the master.

"Luca?"

"Ron, I'm getting ready to go back to Brazil."

"Now?"

"Yes, the rain has stopped, and this is a rare opportunity."

Ron looked out the door, the sunshine intermittently peeking through, and the temperature on the street was rising as the rainwater gradually turned into steam.

After four consecutive days of rain, people were finally given a chance to breathe.

"Okay, I'll personally take care of things at customs. When are you planning to leave?"

"This afternoon. I heard the weather forecast say that the next week will be this kind of awful weather, I'm going to get moldy!"

"Okay, I'll go to the airport with you this afternoon."

Mumbai Airport is known as the busiest airport in South Asia, with hundreds of flights taking off every day.

When Ron and Luca arrived, the taxi couldn't even get close. The outside was crowded with all kinds of hawkers, who wouldn't let go of any opportunity to do business.

However, once you squeezed through the crowd, the scene inside would suddenly open up. At the entrance of the airport hall, iron railings separated the dense mass of pedestrians.

There was no other way but to do this, otherwise the airport would become as chaotic as a train station.

Because there was air conditioning here, without security guards, you could guarantee that an army of people seeking refuge from the heat would instantly flood the airport.

Luca showed his ticket to the security personnel before being allowed to bring Ron into the departure hall.

"Are you sure this is okay?"

"Of course, trust me, this is India."

Luca was carrying a large bag full of luggage, which was filled with medicine. The people from Pant had delivered the goods to Luca's Indian hotel on the second day after their meeting.

The two sides exchanged money for goods, very cleanly and efficiently, the process was no different from buying vegetables on the street.

Inside the airport, there were also many people, both foreigners and Indians.

However, most of the Indians who could come here were from the upper castes, as even the cheapest tickets were not affordable for ordinary people.

Also here, Ron finally felt the sense of modernity that Mumbai, as a metropolis, should have.

Honestly, the decoration here was not bad, and even had a distinctive Indian artistic style.

The floors were clean, the lights were bright, and most of the people coming and going were dressed decently. The loincloths that were common on the streets seemed to have disappeared here.

The two of them didn't have time to look around carefully, it was important to take care of business.

The ticket check and security check went smoothly, but when passing through customs, Ron took the initiative to step forward.

The customs officer with the large beard was meticulously inspecting Luca's luggage, which was a lucrative job, especially when inspecting the luggage of foreigners.

"Why are you carrying so much medicine?"

"Because he is not in good health, officer. Look, this is his medical record. This friend suffers from malignant tumors, congenital heart disease, and his cholesterol is ridiculously high, oh my god, it's so pitiful!"

Ron handed over the medical record that he had prepared long ago, and several large rupee notes clipped in the medical record were particularly eye-catching.

He glanced at Ron and Luca without batting an eye, then slammed the medical record shut.

"What are you to him?"

"Friend, I am his friend, he came to India this time for medical treatment."

"His illness looks very serious." At some point, the rupees in the medical record had disappeared.

"That's right, only we Indians can save this poor man."

"Come often in the future, friend, Namaste!" The customs officer returned the medical record to them, and even kindly gave a blessing.

Luca, who had inexplicably acquired a body full of illnesses, was extremely moved.

As the customs officer waved them through, the last obstacle in front of them had disappeared, and the inspection after landing was no longer Ron's concern.

"God, I didn't expect it to be so simple, I didn't even need to pretend to be sick."

"If you want to, I can arrange it."

"No, just like this, like this every time! You're so damn amazing, Ron."

"Hurry up and go, I'll wait for your good news."

"Don't worry, there's absolutely no problem with this business." Luca waved confidently and went to the boarding gate with his luggage.

The medical records they just handed over were real, and even had prescriptions from doctors.

In India, as long as you are willing to spend money, even the most outrageous medical records are not a problem.

From doctors to customs officers, bribery is everywhere, it is an integral part of the Indian system.

Of course, Ron was confident that he could help Luca get through not only because of this, but don't forget that Hadir Khan's foreign exchange black market industry also included the airline link.

It's just that it's best not to use such favors if you can avoid it, he still prefers to solve problems himself.

After seeing Luca off, Ron was not in a hurry to leave. The opportunity was rare, and he planned to have another chat with the customs officer.

"Hello, officer, I am the CEO of Mumbai Tourism Information Company, is it convenient to talk?"

Under the other party's surprised gaze, Ron took out a business card from his pocket.

Well, this is when you should use the CEO's business card, it is specially prepared for government administrators.