I am a master in India

Chapter 104: All Wild Ways

The atmosphere in Mumbai has become less tense, and after the riots, 240 non-governmental organizations have worked together to try to restore Mumbai to its former state.

Human walls were erected throughout the city, and citizens demonstrated their determination to unite with practical actions.

Ron was very happy to see this situation. He was a businessman. Only when people lived and worked in peace and contentment could he have the opportunity to make a fortune.

"The city has only restored order on the surface, but there are undercurrents in private." In Leopold Bar, Viraj had a different view on the current situation.

"Dude, are you serious? I don't want to hide in my room for a week anymore." Dirang frowned.

The Mumbai riots forced the Leopold Bar to close for several days, and without alcohol, Dirang felt like he was living a life worse than death.

Fortunately, Ron hired a plumber who sorted out the "problem" of his apartment's pipes, otherwise he would have had to wander in a sea of ​​feces for seven days.

"It's hard to say whether there will be more riots, but after this incident, the fault line between the pro-India and Hindus has become clear." Kavya agreed with Viraj's view.

"Have you heard any news?" Ron asked.

"Someone called the newspaper, saying the Mumin would retaliate," Kavya shrugged. "But our editor-in-chief thought it was just a threat. He's been hearing too many calls like that."

Ron's expression changed slightly, and he thought of Hadhan's previous warning.

"Hey, don't worry. The conflict between the two sects has been going on for a long time. The government will handle it. They are experienced." Kavia stretched out her soft arm and put it on Ron's shoulder.

Her movements were extremely natural, without seeming overly intimate. Viraj raised his eyebrows, then unconsciously looked at Hela, while Ron glanced at Lena and Mary, who were sitting on his left.

The latter two glanced at each other, and Ron seemed to see a hint of mischief, not knowing whether it was an illusion, and he moved his butt uncomfortably.

It is certainly enjoyable to have a beautiful girl by your side, but if the relationship between you is subtle, then it is another matter entirely.

Absolutely no Shura Field or anything like that!
Ron put his right hand around Kavia's shoulder like a friend, but his left hand quietly wrapped around Lena's waist, carefully feeling her softness.

Isn’t it beautiful to be surrounded by women?
He is so brave, he wants it all!
Well, of course, only Lena would dote on him like this. If it were Mary, she might have cut off one of his arms.

"Let's talk about something interesting," Dirang suddenly said, "Have you heard of the palace?"

"The palace?" Ron was stunned, and Lena's waist tensed up.

"Yes, Mumbai's new fun, the best place."

"That Lady Elizabeth?" Ron's expression was subtle.

"Oh, you know." Dirang was a little surprised. "Have you seen her?"

"No." Ron shook his head.

"That's right. No one ever claimed to have seen Lady Elizabeth, yet the palace is famous because of her."

Mary put down her wine glass, Lena's eyes were no longer so innocent, and Ron listened attentively.

He had dealt with the other party when he bought the land and had some unpleasantness with him, but he had only heard of him and never seen him in person.

"There are many places like the palace in Mumbai, but Madam Elizabeth is the reason why customers come there. Her clients are all rich people, corporate executives, politicians and gang members.

The palace provided them with foreign girls, all foreigners, not a single Indian girl worked there, and also provided them with sophisticated facilities to unleash their wildest fantasies.

Those extremely strange and illegal pleasures, designed by Lady Elizabeth herself, have been spread all over the city privately, and are enough to shock you."

Dijan, who was a well-informed gossipmonger, said that Lady Elizabeth had incredible financial resources and that thanks to her connections and huge bribes, the palace had escaped any harassment from the police.

According to him, Lady Elizabeth came from the northern part of the country and was originally the mistress of a certain KGB, initially operating in Delhi.

Koch used her to gain access to prominent figures in the Congress Party, which had ruled India in previous years. Therefore, the man who controlled the Congress Party controlled India.

There are many different stories about her activities in Delhi, ranging from scandals, suicide to political murder. In short, every version reveals the word "dangerous".

"Before she came to Mumbai, there were rumors about her on the street. Now that she is in Mumbai, it's even more amazing." After Di Rang gave a dry explanation, he picked up the cup and took a big gulp.

"I know an embassy official who's been going to the palace frequently lately." Hela also added a message.

"Damn it, these rich people still don't forget to hug left and right when Mumbai is in dire straits!" Viraj complained dissatisfiedly.

Ron, who was hugging the girls on both sides, paused and quietly lowered his hands. Hey, why didn't Lena's eyes become squinty?

Ron glanced over quietly and saw not only her, but Mary was also sitting there coolly without saying a word.

"Ron, how's your business going lately?" Viraj changed the subject again.

"It's the prime tourist season, and I'm sitting here drinking. What do you think?"

"Yaar, there are fewer people watching the equestrian show recently, all because of the damn riots."

Like Ron, Viraj was a businessman first and then a Bombay native, or something else entirely. He was a horse rider and earned his living from this skill at an equestrian show.

This business, which relies on tourists, is destined to experience a few months of decline after the riots.

Viraj was about to discuss other ways to make money with Ron when Adi suddenly came over. Outside Leopold's Bar, Ashish was waiting there.

After giving Mary and the others a look and whispering a few words to Kaavia, Ron left the bar.

"Adi said you were looking for me?" "This is the design plan for the water air conditioner, please take a look, boss." Ashish handed over the manuscript respectfully.

"So fast?" Ron was a little surprised. Only one day had passed.

"We can't delay your important matter. The sooner the factory opens, the better."

Look, this is what cattle and horses should look like. Ron took the manuscript with satisfaction.

The water air conditioner designed by Ashish faithfully implements the key point he repeatedly emphasized: simplicity.

Judging from the appearance of the drawing, it is a square box, about the same size as a TV.

There is a hollow cover on the front of the box, which is also the air outlet of the water air conditioner. A fan will be installed inside.

There is a thin layer of gauze or cotton wool on the inside of the screen, which is used to absorb water from the sink below.

In this way, when the fan is turned on, cool air can be sent out from the air outlet.

Water vapor itself makes people feel cool, and after evaporation and absorption of heat, the perceived temperature is even lower.

This is a water air conditioner, which is much cooler than an electric fan, but not as good as a real air conditioner.

But it is enough for the Indian people, and the most important thing is that it is cheap.

"What material are you going to use for these shells?" Ron asked.

"Ironhide."

"No, use plastic. Iron will rust easily and cost more."

"I know, boss, but iron is easier to work with, but plastic is not."

"Why?" Ron asked curiously.

"We can get all kinds of iron sheets from building material dealers or markets. Workers can hammer out a usable shell by hand.

"With plastic, you need specialized molds and injection molding machines. These machines are difficult to get and very expensive."

Ashish had already considered that, in terms of material cost, iron sheets were of course more expensive, but if the processing costs were taken into account, plastic would actually be more expensive.

This is caused by India's current awkward manufacturing landscape. In the past few decades, the government has spent all its money on heavy industry, and various steel mills have sprung up one after another.

However, there is very little investment in light industries that are related to people's livelihood. There is not even a large-scale plastic factory in the entire Mumbai.

When supporting facilities are scarce, iron sheets become the best choice. At worst, you can just knock them with your hands, but plastic cannot be rubbed out manually.

This explanation was very hardcore and gave Ron a headache.

It turns out that it is not easy to get something done in India. All kinds of strange problems in reality will eventually force you to make strange choices.

Not all Indians are abstract artists. Sometimes they are just forced to do so.

"From a long-term perspective, isn't a plastic shell more cost-effective?" Ron asked again.

"Of course, if we have an injection molding machine, we can make all kinds of shapes. Not only is the cost low, but the appearance is also more attractive than the boxy iron sheet."

"Then let's make a batch of prototypes out of iron sheets and test the results. I'll figure out the injection molding machine." Ron decided to go through the customs route.

"If we can get the equipment, it will be easy!" Ashish jumped up and down, he grabbed the job.

"We need to think about ways to improve material costs. For example, cotton wool and gauze can be replaced with coconut fiber or straw. In short, water-cooling units should be divided into different grades to make the best use of them."

"Okay, boss." Ashish agreed dully.

When it comes to design, he's the best. When it comes to money-saving tips, Ron is miles ahead of him.

"What do you think about the fan blades and motor?" These are the "big parts" in water air conditioners, and Ron needs to figure them out.

"The fan blades can be removed from discarded fans and then directly produced by injection molding machines. As for the motors, they can only be purchased or imported."

India can't even make this thing itself, it's too high-tech. Many of the so-called domestically produced table fans on the market are foreign OEM products.

Cheap accessories are provided in Southeast Asia, and Indian manufacturers buy them and put their own brands on them. This is the so-called pride of domestic products.

Then they find a bunch of media outlets to hype it up, and then sell it to the public at a high price. This is a trick they are all very good at deceiving themselves and the public.

Ron sighed. It seemed that he had to think of a way to import it.

"Let's make a few to try first. The factory is where we went last time. I'll find someone to work with you. Work hard, and your salary will start from today."

"No problem, our water air conditioner will be available in a week at most." Ashish agreed enthusiastically.

Regardless of the product's future prospects, at least he found a job. Joining the mafia or the Shiv Sena was a desperate choice.

After making promises to Ashish, Ron contacted Harry again. Importing the equipment would still fall on him.

(End of this chapter)