I'm a Master in India

Singer had initially selected four locations for Ron, most of which were in the airport's commercial area.

After studying the airport's layout, Ron decisively chose a storefront right next to the security checkpoint.

This was the only way in and out for airport visitors, resulting in the highest foot traffic.

Mumbai Airport's layout differed somewhat from those in China; the arrival and departure halls were combined here.

People boarding and disembarking shared the same area, with chaotic crowds of travelers everywhere.

This was good news for Ron; what businessman is afraid of crowds?

After settling on the storefront, he immediately contacted the construction company he had previously worked with.

The same decorating style, just do it again.

Unfortunately, Mumbai Airport had strict regulations on renovation plans; they didn't allow major changes, so Ron could only try his best to match the reception area at Victoria Terminus.

At this moment, the area was already cordoned off, with workers busily hammering away inside, but there was still a simple desk and notice board at the entrance.

A mobile reception area, he had done that before at the train station.

Ron would never miss any business opportunity; tourists flying into Mumbai would also read 'Lonely Planet'.

See, there were already four or five people gathered in front of that simple desk, which was the best proof.

"Anand, how is it here?"

"Excellent! Ron, this is my first time at Mumbai Airport."

Turning around and seeing it was him, Anand smiled happily.

Things were already on track at the train station, and Ron had specifically transferred him over.

Anand was experienced and could communicate in English without any problems; Ron trusted him.

"When you were a tour guide before, didn't you do business at the airport?"

"No, they didn't let us in.

There are too many people outside, and the train station is easier to do business."

Just like some luxury hotels, the airport also didn't allow ordinary people to enter.

Unless you had a plane ticket or looked very rich.

A Dalit like Anand was absolutely not allowed to come here, but with Ron's company work pass, he transformed into a different person.

"I'm an airport employee now, you understand, no one dares to stop me."

He proudly showed off the work pass on his chest, which had already been registered with the airport administration office.

On his first day of work, Anand wore it and wandered around the airport until every security guard recognized his round face.

"Keep a close eye on the construction here; there will be a tour group coming next month."

"Tour group?" Anand was surprised.

"That's right, twenty-some people, all from England.

You understand, they . . ."

"I understand! They are all fat sheep, the pound is valuable, even more valuable than the dollar!"

"That's right, but they are Smith's students, we have to take care of them a little."

"Smith? That biased old man who only likes you and doesn't like me?

He's our first fat sheep."

Anand habitually swayed his neck.

"Yes, that's right.

Anyway, he introduced us to another deal."

"That old man is not bad at heart."

Anand commented.

"Yes, this is our first time doing group business, we must not mess it up."

"Guaranteed!" Anand promised, "One hundred percent no problem."

"We need to study their itinerary together recently, at least before the end of the month."

"Okay! There's a good opportunity right now."

"What opportunity?" Ron asked.

"Come to the slums, just come."

"Wait, why?"

"Just come, the people there are very good, really."

Anand's face was full of happy smiles.

Ron knew that the old Indian problem had struck again; this kind of ambiguous answer was simply maddening.

"Hey, buddy, I have dates with two girls recently, unless you tell me what's going on."

"Two girls?" Anand's eyes lit up, "Those two foreign girls?"

Ron nodded.

"Then have you guys done this?" He put his hands out, pretending to hug a woman and thrusting his hips violently, with a curious smile on his face.

"Have mercy, buddy! This is the airport, don't do that!" Ron was so angry that he wanted to slap him twice, then quickly looked around, afraid that someone would notice.

"Okay, Ron." Anand sighed, slowed down the rhythmic thrusting, and finally stopped completely, "But I still want to say, you must sleep with them, it will make you feel great."

"Good heavens, you already have nine children, don't you find it annoying?"

"How could such a thing be annoying?" Anand looked at him strangely, "Indians are never annoyed.

Ron, you've changed, you've become unlike a genuine Indian."

"Okay, you haven't told me yet, what's the matter with going to the slums?" Ron interrupted in time.

"Remember the celebration I told you about last time?

The temporary school in the slums, now that the rainy season is over, everyone thinks it's time."

"Oh, I remember, so . . ."

"Yes, very soon, we will have a great lunch!

Vinod, Sanjay, me, and you Ron, we will discuss the tour group's affairs together."

"Okay, I'll go."

Ron agreed.

"You won't be disappointed, Ron!" Anand shouted excitedly, "Everyone will welcome you, I guarantee it."

"Okay, I've already agreed.

Keep it down, this is the airport."

"It doesn't matter, they like me like this, foreigners are actually very easy to talk to."

After instructing Anand, Ron also went to the aviation office for a turn.

Harry from customs and Singer from the office were both there; these were the connections he had worked so hard to cultivate, of course he had to maintain them well.

Most importantly, Ron now had the confidence to meet with them; after nearly two months of slump, Mumbai Tourist Information Company once again welcomed a large wave of tourists.

More than any previous period, thanks to Anna and their 'Lonely Planet'.

And the more people there were, the more dollars Ron had in his hand.

Before July, Ron basically didn't keep any foreign currency.

He exchanged it all for rupees, about 2.5 million.

In August and September, due to the rainy season, revenue was cut in half, and the combined profit for the two months was only about 700,000.

Haddad also knew that the tourism industry in Mumbai was not good during the rainy season, so for a long time, Neil didn't come to Ron to collect money.

He had saved a lot, and Harry and Singer had taken a portion of it last time.

After that transaction, Ron realized that the dollars in his hand were very useful.

It could not only be sold on the black market, but also used to do favors.

However, he couldn't cut off contact with Haddad, which would cause trouble.

Fortunately, the number of tourists in Mumbai had increased greatly, and he could collect more dollars than before.

This meant that he could do business with Haddad on the one hand, and continue to cultivate his connections on the other.

However, just when he confidently stated that he could provide a steady stream of dollars, Harry's opening words scared him.

"How many dollars do you need to turn over?"

"100,000!" Harry looked at him expectantly.