I'm a Master in India

Ron didn't know what kind of help Hader Khan wanted from him, or why it had anything to do with Urdu.

But he knew that today's meeting had entered the core theme. Most of the time, deals are reached in this kind of noisy environment with a few words.

"What do you need me to do?" he asked.

"Travel agency." Hader Khan looked away from the stage.

Ron looked at him with a puzzled expression, somewhat confused.

"Your travel company should expand its business. I said that when your company is big enough, I will introduce you to another business, and that is the travel agency."

Ron remembered their first long conversation, and Hader Khan's words at that time, which he hadn't taken to heart.

Now it seemed that his travel company had grown to the point where it was worth Hader Khan's attention.

"I don't quite understand, what does this have to do with a travel agency?"

"The tourism industry is a particularly profitable part of currency trading. Foreigners coming to India are one link, and locals going out of India are another.

Your company only receives foreigners, but it doesn't send locals out. Only when you do both of these businesses can you earn the largest part of the profits in the tourism industry."

Ron's current company mainly caters to foreigners, while travel agencies are the opposite, catering to Indian locals.

Although both essentially cater to tourists, the operating models are very different.

Taking Ron's current travel information company as an example, he doesn't need to invest too much to get this business going in Mumbai.

Travel agencies, on the other hand, require him to send Indian customers all over the world and be responsible for their food, drink, and entertainment there. It doesn't take much to know that the latter is very troublesome, and Ron must master all the resources of popular tourist routes around the world.

He didn't think he could do that now, nor did he plan to invest.

"Hader Bhai, travel agencies are very troublesome, and I don't have the money to develop overseas tourist routes right now."

"No, Ron, you misunderstood." Hader Bhai laughed, "I'm talking about Urdu, the Persian Gulf."

"This travel agency specializes in tourism business in the Persian Gulf?" Ron frowned, "Indians prefer to travel to Europe and the United States. Frankly speaking, the Persian Gulf is not very attractive."

"Ron, your thinking cannot be limited to tourism itself. I just said that the tourism industry is only a part of currency trading, and currency trading is the key."

"The foreign exchange black market?" Ron finally understood.

"That's right, there are millions of Indians working in the Persian Gulf region, such as Saudi Arabia, Dubai, Abu Dhabi, Muscat, Bahrain, and Kuwait. They cannot leave the country without the operation of a travel agency.

These Indian laborers sign contracts every three months, six months, or twelve months. They are engaged in domestic service, cleaning, and labor in the wealthy countries of the Persian Gulf, and they usually receive foreign currency wages."

Ron thought of Farooq, the eldest son of slum boss Taiji Ali, who worked in Kuwait and shared his overseas work experience with those around him every time he came back.

"After Indian laborers get foreign currency, the first thing they do is exchange it for rupees. In the past, they would go to my territory to exchange money after they came back, so they could earn a little more rupees by using the black market exchange rate, but that was too troublesome."

A waiter came over with a carved glass bowl full of mango, papaya, and watermelon slices. Johnny got up to meet him and didn't let him get close to here.

"There are too many scattered people, everyone is bargaining, and everyone has a different bottom line in their hearts, which is too troublesome." Hader Khan picked up a piece of watermelon and stuffed it into his mouth.

"So what? I didn't expect travel agencies to play any role in this." Ron took a piece of papaya. The fruit melted in his mouth, and the fragrance filled the surroundings.

"My Arab employers are prepared to skip the labor link. They come to me to exchange rupees, and then directly pay the laborers in rupees as remuneration. This link requires a transit station, and your travel agency is an excellent choice."

Ron had already automatically completed the transaction chain in his mind. Arab employers exchanged rupees from Hader Khan at a slightly preferential exchange rate. In this way, they would have more rupees in their hands, and after paying wages, they would still have a net profit.

For many Persian Gulf employers, the temptation of this kind of monetary crime is irresistible. They also have a lot of undeclared and untaxed money hidden under their luxurious beds, and this money is foreign exchange for Hader Khan.

Another black market trading chain came into being. When Indian expatriate laborers return home, someone will help them exchange their wages for rupees. These laborers are happy to do so because they can get more attractive rupees than the official exchange rate, and they don't have to deal with shrewd black market dealers themselves.

Arab bosses are also very happy, because, as mentioned above, they can earn an extra sum from the laborers' wages.

Black market dealers are also very happy because a large amount of US dollars, marks, Saudi riyals, and UAE dirhams are constantly flowing into the river of demand created by Indian merchants.

Only the Indian government is excluded, and none of the millions of people involved in this business are ashamed of themselves.

Now Ron is going to become a part of it. His travel agency is responsible for providing rupees to Arab employers, and also responsible for collecting the surplus foreign currency from the laborers.

Only travel agencies can do this. It is a must for laborers to go abroad and return home, and there is no escape.

"Your travel agency will have the qualifications to apply for visas, and I will help you with that. Every laborer who goes abroad or returns home through your travel agency will also pay a service fee of two thousand rupees."

Hader Khan's warm palm was still on Ron's arm. He was offering a price. That piece of land was not enough to repay the huge profits that this transnational transaction could bring.

Millions of Indians go out to work every year. Hader Khan cannot eat all the customers, and Ron cannot receive that many people every year.

But a few thousand or tens of thousands of people are not difficult, and that is enough. This is true for both Hader Khan and Ron.

Hader Khan is responsible for eating the black market profits brought by the three-month, half-year, or one-year salaries of tens of thousands of people, and Ron collects the service fees paid by tens of thousands of people each time they go abroad or return home.

Well, Ron just roughly calculated it and was shocked by the huge profits.

His current company's annual profit is at most more than 10 million rupees, which includes all black and white income from commissions, black market, stolen goods, and special services.

But Hader Khan opened a new door for him. The travel agency business can easily quadruple or quintuple the company's profits.

He was excited, excited, and also scared.

"So this travel agency, is it a special route for the Persian Gulf?"

"You can say that." Hader Khan nodded.

"I have a question, why don't you do this business yourself?"

"Have you ever seen any gangster in Mumbai open his own company?" Hader Khan asked rhetorically.

"No, but ."

"We have a tacit understanding with the police and government officials. Black is black, and white is white. Black and white can cooperate, but it must be within certain limits."

If black masters both violence and wealth, the destructive power will be catastrophic. Order is the basis for white survival, and it does not allow this to happen.

"How does the travel agency deliver rupees to Arab employers, and how does it collect foreign currency from laborers?" Ron had one last question.

"My people will be personally responsible at that time, and he will not hold a position in your travel agency."

"Okay!" The last bit of doubt was dispelled, and Ron readily agreed.

He didn't want to get involved in the specific transactions, and Hader Khan might not be willing to entrust such a huge amount of money to him.

This was good. He was white, and Hader Khan was black. Limited cooperation was good for both of them.

"That piece of land " Ron slowly picked up a sugar cube again.

"In a week, you will get your wish." Hader Khan asked the waiter to pour Ron a new cup of black tea.