I'm a Master in India

The producer Mary was going to introduce to him, Ron actually knew. Chandra Mehta, they had met a few times on set.

"Hey, Ron, glad you could make it."

"I'll be coming here often in the future, Mary likes this job."

"Oh, that's great, Mary is doing a fantastic job!" He glanced at them thoughtfully, "Could I trouble you for a minute, Ron?"

"Of course."

"You guys chat, I'll go take a look at the set." Mary tactfully left.

Ron and Chandra left the stage and walked to a metal gantry supporting a large number of bright lights.

Chandra pushed his baseball cap back, the elastic band holding back his curly hair, making his fat face look even rounder.

Beneath his potbelly were faded Levi's jeans, and a tucked-in long shirt that almost completely covered his large stomach.

The enclosed studio was a bit humid, and his clothes were already soaked through, dripping with sweat.

"Brother, how's it going here? Actually, I've been wanting to see you, yaar." His tone was suggestive, "Let's go outside for some air, I'm so hot I'm about to burn my little brother off."

It was obvious he was figuring out how to start the conversation, and Ron had no intention of interrupting. There was no need to be so proactive at this time, which was one of the tricks to communicating with people.

They strolled between the metal dome structures, passing actors in costumes and stagehands carrying props and equipment.

On the way, nine beautiful dancing girls, wearing bizarre feathered costumes, passed them, heading to a certain studio.

Ron couldn't help but be drawn to them, his head turning, his figure slightly lagging behind.

"Um, Ron, what I wanted to talk to you about is..." He turned his head, "Oh! Brother, are you interested in them?"

Suddenly, Chandra seemed to have found a secret, no longer as embarrassed as before, his eyes gleaming.

"No, I'm just curious." Ron quickly shook his head.

"It's okay, brother. You can pick anyone you like, or even all of them, I guarantee Mary won't know."

"Definitely not!" Ron quickly waved his hand, "Let's talk about what we were just talking about."

"Yaar, if you change your mind, I mean if you want to see them dance, just come find me." Chandra paused, then lightly touched his arm, "It's like this, I have a friend, a businessman, doing business in America..."

"Wait..." Ron stopped, his eyes strange, "I forgot what you said before, and I also forgot what you said later. In short, does your friend have a problem with his dollar cash flow?"

"Good heavens, how did you know what I wanted to say?"

"Don't you guys ever change the wording?"

"What?" Chandra guiltily wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"How many US dollars does your friend need to solve the cash flow problem?" Ron simply went through the process directly.

"Oh! I think about fifty thousand US dollars would be enough." He cautiously looked at Ron, then suddenly changed his tune, "If that's too much, actually ten thousand US dollars would do."

"No! Just fifty thousand US dollars! But the exchange rate will be 30% lower than the official rate, is that acceptable?"

"Yes, as long as it's US dollars!" Chandra agreed without hesitation.

In fact, this price was slightly higher, but Chandra had too much black money under his bed that needed to be laundered.

Ron was also very satisfied with this deal. He lowered the price by 30% here, and that would be a profit of 500,000 rupees in his account.

If he added the money he had earned from the Bollywood extras during this time, he would have almost saved up 1 million rupees, bringing him one step closer to his goal.

They agreed to meet at the studio tomorrow, when Ron would put the US dollars in a soft backpack and hand them over to him.

During the peak tourist season, Ron handled more than 100,000 US dollars every month. Some of it was exchanged for officials, some was taken away by Hadh Khan, and the rest was kept for emergencies.

Now was the time, these producers were indeed very rich, and he had to seize this opportunity.

When shaking hands with Chandra, Ron deliberately applied a force that made the other party slightly uncomfortable.

Ron just wanted to make him feel a slight pain, a vague, slight pain, that would make him focus more on Ron's kind smile and the colder look above it.

"Chandra, if you're not sure you won't mess things up, then don't even try." Ron warned, the feeling of being pinched passed from Chandra's hand to his eyes, "No one likes being played, especially my friends."

"Oh, of course not, Baba!" He said in a joking tone, but couldn't hide the fear in his eyes, "No problem! Don't worry! I'm very grateful that you can help me, not help my friend."

"Very good, this is our first cooperation, and later I will help more of your friends."

Neither of them mentioned Hadh Khan's name, but they both understood. Chandra thought these US dollars came from Hadh Khan, whose terrifying reputation was known to everyone.

Ron used this to control him. Those officials and gangsters couldn't be dealt with in this way, but ordinary elites with money and status were most susceptible to this.

They needed his help, but didn't dare to directly face Hadh Khan, so he became the best object of help at a safe distance.

The two slowly walked back to the studio, where Mary and Lena were with other producers.

"Hey! Brother, how did things go?" Joseph greeted Ron, but his eyes looked at Chandra.

"Very smoothly." The two smiled in unison.

"I knew it, that's great!" Joseph laughed.

Obviously, he had a share in those fifty thousand US dollars.

Filming resumed, Chandra and Joseph plunged into their busy work, while Ron stood idly beside Mary.

"What did you just say this movie is about?"

"The story takes place in a nightclub, well, a movie version of a nightclub. The male lead steals a piece of jewelry from a wealthy politician, and then runs here to hide. He sees that girl, Jimi, performing in a large-scale musical, and he becomes obsessed with her.

When the police show up, he hides the jewelry in her wig. The following plot is about how he tries to get close to her and retrieve the jewelry. Uh, I guess you think that's a bit stupid."

"No, no, it's very interesting." Ron laughed.

"You must be thinking that if it happened in the real world, the man would beat her up and take back the jewelry, or even shoot her. I know what you're laughing at, jerk!"

"Which gun?" Ron asked with a smile.

"You still say you don't have one?" Mary couldn't help but slap him.

"What are you guys talking about?" The clever and quirky Lena came over.

"He wants to shoot you!" Mary said angrily.

"Now?" Lena was a little embarrassed, "There are too many people here, I know a vacant studio..."

"Let's talk about this topic when we get back." Ron covered her mouth, how could this silly girl say everything out loud.

Lena giggled non-stop, a mischievous smile in her eyes.

"By the way, I heard that you've been getting closer to Kavia lately?" Mary changed the subject, asking seemingly unintentionally.

Hiss, the air is a bit cold, Ron couldn't help but shiver.