I'm a Master in India

Pant had already left with the money, and the few people who had been guarding this place also withdrew with him.

"Ron, what do we do next? We can't possibly move all this stuff with just the few of us," Luka said, both pleased and worried as he looked at the goods in the yard.

"Don't worry, it's all arranged," Ron winked at Anand.

The latter immediately opened a crack in the yard door, and a sneaky-looking teenager was peering in.

He gave a few instructions in Marathi, patted the boy's head, and the youngster disappeared in a flash.

"You're thinking of getting help? I have to remind you, brother, this batch of goods weighs at least several hundred kilograms, so that would require…"

Before Luka could finish speaking, the yard door was suddenly pushed open, and a large group of men and women streamed in.

Some pushed handcarts, others carried baskets on their heads. Once in the yard, without Ron saying a word, they began to unpack the cartons one by one.

Then, they placed the boxes of medicine into the handcarts and baskets, covered them with a layer of straw, and topped it off with crushed ice or a few freshly caught fish.

Their movements were practiced, and they worked in silence. Whenever their tools were full, they stood up and left. Outside, they immediately started chatting and laughing, just like a normal fishing trip.

Luka was dumbfounded by the scene before him. Everyone here seemed so natural, except for him, who felt out of place.

"Bro! Is this your territory? Are you the local kingpin?"

"Don't be ridiculous, I'm a legitimate businessman. What kingpin? They're just here to help."

While they were talking, most of the mountain of cartons in the yard had disappeared. These fishermen worked incredibly fast.

"Alright, let's go too," Ron led Luka, who was half-shocked and half-confused, out of the yard with the crowd.

On the edge of the dock were twenty or so large wooden fishing boats, all built according to the same blueprints. Similar boats had been sailing the Arabian Sea for over five hundred years.

Among those wooden boats, there were also larger, taller iron-hulled ships. The rusty, ugly iron-hulled ships and the beautiful wooden boats were docked side by side, as if telling a story of world history.

"Those iron ships, right? Which one did you prepare, and when do we leave?" Luka craned his neck, the ship lights already lit, making the sea sparkle.

"Soon," Ron smiled.

The fishermen pushed their carts and carried their baskets to a wooden boat, and Luka couldn't help but frown. But Ron went ahead and shouted a few words in Marathi, and soon a few planks were laid down.

He waved his hand, and the fishermen lined up to board the ship with their goods. In just over ten minutes, the unloading was complete. Ron smiled and greeted them, and the crowd gradually dispersed.

"Your goods are all in the hold, mixed in with the seafood. This is a good disguise, it can cover up the smell of the medicine."

"Wait, are you saying we're taking this wooden boat, which is older than my grandfather?" Luka stomped his foot uneasily, and the wooden planks on the deck creaked.

Seeing his movement, the old captain standing beside him immediately rattled off a long string of words.

"What did he say?"

"He said this boat is sturdier than your grandfather."

"Thank him for his well wishes, but does he understand English?" Luka looked at the old captain in surprise.

He was an old man with a completely white beard, probably in his fifties or sixties. The wrinkles on his face were like the statues in a temple, dark and shiny.

Seeing Luka's gaze, he immediately cocked his neck proudly, as if mocking him for not understanding Marathi.

"His name is Majid, and he has lived on this boat since he was born. He has sailed these waters for decades and knows every rock hidden in the water. With him, you will never get lost."

"What do you mean? You're not coming with me?" Luka was anxious.

"Anand will be with you, you can trust him as much as you trust me."

Anand, standing behind them, immediately smiled and cocked his neck, "I not only understand English, but I can also speak it."

"Hey, buddy, are you sure this is okay?" Luka looked at the boat, the old captain, and Anand with some suspicion.

"You will set sail at dawn and are expected to reach the high seas between two and three o'clock. The patrolling coast guards during this time are all our people. A considerable portion of that thirty percent cut goes to them.

So don't worry, they will either turn a blind eye to you, or they will treat you like a friend. Of course, if you don't want to deal with them, just have Majid send out a signal."

Ron's money wasn't spent in vain, he also helped the customs officials exchange a lot of US dollars inside and out. He put a lot of effort into getting this relationship going.

Of course, the cut wasn't as exaggerated as he said, probably only five or six points, the rest went into Ron's own pocket.

Customs officials actually preferred Ron to turn their black money into US dollars, which meant a steady stream of freely disposable wealth coming in.

"By the way, have you arranged the ship I asked you to contact?" Ron asked.

"They will pick me up in international waters and then return directly to Brazil."

"Oh, that's a long journey."

"There's no other way, we can't go by land, the Persian Gulf countries are too chaotic, who knows what will happen. It just so happens that I have friends who are delivering goods in the nearby waters, and they are familiar with the area."

"Alright, I wish you a smooth journey."

"Bless me, Ron. If this deal goes smoothly, we will have found the code to wealth, and you and I will both become millionaires!"

"May the sun god Surya shine upon you!"

Ron returned to the shore, waved his hand, and led Vinod and the others away from the dock.

He had a lot of business to do, and leaving the sea voyage to someone familiar with it was enough, there was no need for him to go himself.

Back in the fishing village, the passing fishermen greeted him happily, their eyes filled with joy and anticipation.

Ron gestured to Vinod, who immediately took out a bundle of rupees from his pocket and began to distribute the money.

Everyone who had helped transport the goods received 200 rupees, which was a generous reward for them.

Whether it was Ron or Vinod, they knew most of the people here.

This fishing village, a little inland, across a road, was where Anand and the others' slum was located.

Every day, a considerable portion of the fish caught here was bought by the residents of the slum. If the people of the fishing village were short of some daily necessities, they would also go to the small shops in the slum.

They often visited each other and were familiar with each other, like friends.

This was a mutually beneficial relationship, and Ron had traveled between the two sides more than once.

It was because he was familiar with the situation here that he agreed to Pant delivering the goods at the dock. There was no safer place than this.

"Ron Baba, Ali Bhai hopes you will visit him when you have time," After distributing the money, Vinod relayed Taj Ali's message.

Taj Ali was the head of the slum, and he had met Ron several times.

"Tell Taj, I will go," Ron knew it was time to return the favor.

Without Taj Ali's help in this transaction, the two sides would not have cooperated so well.

But before visiting the slum, he wanted to see Kavya first.

A big deal was waiting for him, buying land!

PS: Dear bosses, it will be on the shelves at twelve o'clock tonight!

A total of twenty chapters, charge!

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