I'm a Master in India

"Are you planning to run away?"

"I have something urgent today, really."

"That's a terrible excuse!" Mary propped herself up, leisurely watching him haphazardly pull clothes over his head.

"I have an appointment with an executive from an airline. You know, I've been planning to move into the airport business."

"God, he's even made up a lie about an airline to deceive us!" Lena, peeking out from under the blanket, smiled at him dazedly.

Ron stopped what he was doing, helplessly. "Ladies, considering how hard I worked last night, could you help me prepare some breakfast?"

"Perhaps we should help him?"

"Provided he continues to serve us."

Mary and Lena huddled together, chattering, their beautiful eyes frequently lingering on Ron.

"Please, hurry up." Ron went over and kissed them both on the cheek, then rushed into the bathroom.

When he came out after washing up, there was already toast, hot dogs, and a glass of milk on the table.

In the kitchen, Mary was still frying steak, while Lena, sitting on the sofa, was idly swinging her smooth calves. There was a milky white ring above her delicate, full lips.

"Did you steal my milk?" Ron stuffed the bread into his mouth in a few bites.

"This is clearly our milk!"

"Alright," Ron shrugged. "By the way, I like your lips."

"I knew you greedy devil would like that. I can feel it with my mouth!"

Ron waved his hand, picked up his umbrella, and went out the door.

"Hey, steak!" Mary called out from behind.

"I'll come by often in the future!"

The monsoon season in Mumbai seemed to be coming to an end, and most of the dark clouds in the far distance of the sky had dissipated.

The long-absent sunlight pushed aside the heavy, wet monsoon clouds, causing the windows of the apartment building across Cowasji Road to become dazzling mirrors from time to time.

Just like the weather forecast said, today was a rare sunny day.

That customs official from Mumbai Airport, Harry Chopra, called yesterday and said he had a meeting today.

Ron wanted to get a sense of what he thought, but the other party only said, "Just come."

This answer was too damn Indian. They never discuss things on the phone, nor do they tell you the specific results.

No matter what you ask, the answers you get are mostly, "Just come," or "Just come and it'll be fine."

It's as if they're afraid you won't go, and they're doing their best to entice you.

Ron still hasn't figured out this way of thinking of theirs.

On the way to the meeting, he also went back to the Fort office to pick up some things.

By the time he arrived at the Sea Princess Hotel on Marine Drive, the sun was shining brightly, and he wasn't late.

The scenery here was very nice, with a panoramic view of the vast Arabian Sea. The doorman under the colorful awning at the entrance of the hotel respectfully took the umbrella from Ron's hand. Ordinary people were not allowed to enter this restaurant.

Led by the waiter, Ron quickly arrived at a courtyard with an atrium.

"Hey, Ron Baba!"

"Namaste, Harry brother."

Although the other party almost made Ron unable to hold back when he opened his mouth, he still hugged Harry enthusiastically.

"Alright, let us introduce ourselves. This is Mr. Singh, the director of the administrative office of Air India." Harry led Ron to a middle-aged man wearing a blue turban. "This is Ron Sur, the CEO of Mumbai Tourism Information Company. He is very famous among foreigners in Mumbai."

"Hello." Both sides shook hands, and then they secretly began to size each other up.

Singh was tall and burly, with thick whiskers. His heavy eye bags were as eye-catching as his bright eyes.

This attire clearly showed his Sikh identity, and the surname "Singh" also proved this.

Usually, only men who have completed the Sikh initiation ceremony will give themselves the surname "Singh," which means lion in Sanskrit.

If traced back, "Singh" originally came from the Kshatriya caste, representing the king and warrior class. However, due to different ideas, Sikhism later emerged.

Sikhs in India are usually tall and strong. They are the best soldiers, and they are much more valiant than other Indian races.

Now, one-third of the officers in the Indian army are Sikhs. Given their powerful influence, the Indian government specifically allows them to retain their ethnic decorations in the army.

That is, the representative turban. Only they have this honor. Other religions must wear uniform military caps.

The so-called "Red Turbans" were the British who discovered that Sikhs were brave and good at fighting during the colonial period. So they recruited them in large numbers and took them to the world as "ace troops."

Compared to other religions, Sikhism has a good status in Indian society. They usually engage in occupations such as drivers, technicians, and soldiers.

For Mr. Singh in front of him to become a government official, he was already the elite of the elite, and his eyes did not hide his scrutiny of Ron.

"The surname Sur sounds like it comes from the north."

"You are very knowledgeable. I am indeed from Uttar Pradesh."

"Uttar Pradesh." Singh's tone seemed a little colder. "Then why come to Mumbai? You have more power than the government there."

At this point, Ron finally heard the sarcasm or dissatisfaction in his words. He glanced at Harry next to him and mouthed the word "caste."

Ron's heart moved, "My parents were teachers, but because of religious conflicts, the local school was burned down by Muslims.

In my memory, that school has been destroyed by this kind of conflict for the third time. The state government didn't have the budget to rebuild the campus, so they had to take me to Mumbai.

According to the original plan, they would find a job in Mumbai first, and then support me to go to university. Unfortunately, at the beginning of the year, they couldn't escape another religious conflict."

"Your parents were both teachers?"

"That's right. Hundreds of students have graduated under their guidance in the past decade."

"Guru Granth Sahib (Sikh Prayer)!" Singh crossed his hands and made a praying gesture.

Seeing this, Ron and Harry also clasped their hands together. Whether it is Hinduism or Sikhism, they have a common object of aversion, and that is Muslims.

The former is a long-standing enemy, and the latter has prohibited intermarriage with Muslims since the 18th century. This wave belongs to finding a common enemy.

In fact, Hinduism and Sikhism are also at odds, after all, the original intention of Sikhism was to overthrow the caste system and establish an equal society.

This is also why Singh had a mediocre impression of Ron at the beginning.

But, the intricate relationship between Indian religions is like that of China, Japan, and South Korea, and it can't be sorted out at all.

Fortunately, the three people here can become social elites, all thanks to having a rational mind. Religion is more like a coat.

In addition, Singh respects the teaching profession very much. After Ron introduced his life background, he quickly won his sympathy and goodwill.

"Harry said that you want to open a foreign tourist reception center at Mumbai Airport?"

"This is a very good thing, isn't it? Mumbai doesn't have a company that specializes in introducing Indian scenery to foreigners, and I filled this gap.

As a superpower in the world, India is so powerful. If we don't fully show it to foreigners, I think it's a waste."

Superpower? Powerful? Singh and Harry were a little surprised at first, and then a surge of pride rose from the bottom of their feet, making them flutter and feel extremely comfortable.

"That's really good."

"Yes, India is already a superpower, and foreigners need to face us squarely."

When YouTubers talk about this topic, how can they not climax? The two were very immersed in the fantasy of a superpower, just like they were addicted to marijuana.

"But after all, it is to entertain foreigners, the company's qualifications" Finally, Singh remembered today's business.

"This is even more no problem. Mumbai Tourism Consulting Company is already internationally renowned!"

Ron quietly took out that Lonely Planet book.