I am a master in India

Chapter 108 Indian Efficiency
Ron's electrical appliance factory is located in the suburbs of Mumbai, with markets and residential areas to the east and south. The dilapidated houses there are actually no different from slums. Ashish's family lives in the east.

To the west is the sea, and along the coast to the north is the famous Juhu area, where many Bollywood stars live while working.

Mary and the others were there, and the studio was nearby.

Just north of the electrical appliance factory is a completely undeveloped wasteland, which, according to Ashish, has been abandoned for many years.

Ron plans to apply for a piece of wasteland in the north to house a legal slum.

There was no room in the south and east, but there was room in the west, but not there. He knew all too well what would happen if the slums were put in the spotlight.

The sea breeze is blowing in now. Isn't this fresh air fragrant? If you put a slum there, it will definitely smell like feces in the future.

Therefore, the north was the most suitable location, as it was large enough. After paying a small bribe, Ron obtained a temporary land use permit.

According to the instructions on the receipt, he could temporarily accommodate construction workers in a designated area in the north for three years.

Theoretically, the land would be reclaimed by the government after three years. But India's efficiency doesn't allow this to happen. If the construction period isn't delayed seven or eight times, it would be unworthy of its reputation.

The so-called three-year validity period often means ten, eight, or even longer years in India.

The rumbling bulldozers were already reclaiming wasteland in the north. With their huge figures moving back and forth a few times, a large area of ​​flat land appeared.

Vinod was directing people to dig rows of trenches in the open space to lay water pipes.

This is of course illegal and the government doesn't allow it. But who cares? Illegal construction is everywhere in Mumbai.

After the house was built, they even had to run the power lines and connect the electricity. Everyone was busy and sweating, including the children.

Hey, who wouldn’t want to live in a house with water and electricity?

Even though it's a house made of wood, it's still better than the reed mats in the slums.

Ron looked at it for a while and then stopped paying attention. He was the one who applied for the land, but he didn't have to build the house.

Anand and his team paid for all the construction costs, including leveling the land and providing water and electricity.

After most of the houses are built, the outside will also be surrounded by barbed wire, and then a road will be left leading to the electrical appliance factory.

Ron measured it himself and it was less than ten minutes' walk. Not too close, not too far.

There will be no strange smells coming over, and it will not affect the workers' commuting time.

Tsk, actually this isn't bad. There's still space on that plot of land, and the workers can all live here, making it convenient for overtime work.

Of course, Ron also has his own plans. He wants to buy the wasteland in the north later.

It is just right to use wood for legal slums, so it is easy to dismantle them later.

When I have enough money, the worst that can happen is that I build a real brick-built tube-shaped building a little further north.

He has to make do for now. He really has no money left. A Sur Electrical Appliance Factory has emptied his small treasury.

"Boss, the equipment from Europe has arrived." Ashish ran over excitedly. When he saw the construction site in the distance, he stood on tiptoe with envy.

"Where do you want to live too?" Ron asked with a smile.

"Is it okay?" Ashish shuddered.

“You have to pay for the house yourself.”

"No problem!" He agreed without hesitation.

"Let's go check out the equipment first." Ron waved his hand.

After a month at sea, the two injection molding machines finally arrived at the Port of Mumbai at the end of February. In addition to the machines, two technical support personnel also flew to Mumbai yesterday.

I have to say that Leon was very capable and even considered this aspect for him.

However, after the two Germans took a tour of Ron's factory, they kept shaking their heads.

"From the factory buildings to the water and electricity supply, everything here is substandard!"

"Gentlemen, by Indian standards, they are all fine." Ron said calmly.

"Indian Standard?" The German was a little confused. "What is Indian Standard?"

"Indian standards mean there are no standards. As long as the equipment can operate successfully, your mission is accomplished."

The two Germans looked at each other, then grew angry. They were technicians who had come all the way to the other side of the continent, yet they felt no respect.

"Listen, I'm not doubting your professionalism." Ron patted their shoulders. "It's just that India has its own national conditions. Maybe in a couple of days you'll be eager to finish this and get out of this damn place as soon as possible."

The Germans were meticulous, but Ron didn't have the time to waste with them. He just wanted to produce some plastic shells, not build a mothership.

Why be so serious? It makes him look like a loner among Indians, okay?
The pursuit of quality and precision can be discussed later; the important thing now is to start work.

Seeing that Ron had become much more polite, the attitudes of the two Germans also softened slightly. They were just a little confused.

This country is obviously poor and has no technological achievements, but it has no desire to learn at all.

Unlike a certain large country in the East, where young people would treat them like professors when they went on a week-long business trip. To quickly master the technology, many people even taught themselves German.

Looking back at India, a cow pooped at the factory gate, a dog sniffed at freshly unloaded equipment, and the workers simply stared at the foreigners. The atmosphere was peaceful. The two Germans were stumped, their only consolation being that Ron spoke German, saving them a lot of communication trouble.

After choosing a more reliable place in the workshop, the German began to direct the workers to install the equipment, with Ron translating on the side.

A large group of people were busy, and in the evening, Ron took them to a nearby restaurant for dinner.

Because of the curfew in Mumbai, returning south was impossible, so after putting the two Germans in a hotel down the street, Ron simply went back to the factory office to spend the night.

The place has been renovated by Anand and his team, and Ron even bought himself a water-cooling unit.

As a result, before dawn in the morning, he ran to the beach, holding his stomach, to catch fish.

Damn it, he got caught!

I didn’t have time to check out the nearby restaurants in advance. I was careless!

Ashish got up very early. There were Germans in the factory today, and the boss was also there, so he had to perform well.

Of course, what really made him happy was that his boss agreed to let him move to the factory.

Although the house has not been built, it is still a good thing that four people don’t have to squeeze together.

In order not to lose face in front of the Germans, he decided to go to the public toilet outside to take a shower and change into clean clothes.

Everything in the slums costs money. The government has set the price of taking a shower at three rupees and using a public toilet at half a rupee.

But the Nepali in charge still charged a higher fee: five rupees for a shower and one rupee for using the public toilet.

He wasn't worried about people not coming; in fact, there were so many people that the gravel road in front of the public toilet was always muddy, and the foamy bath water flowed from people's feet all the way to the road.

Ashish woke up early, so the place wasn't too crowded when he finished washing. After taking the dirty clothes home, he had breakfast at a roadside stall.

He bought pancakes for six and a half rupees and bananas for two rupees, all for less than nine rupees. He glanced at the meat wraps but gave up; he needed to save money to build a house behind the factory.

Ashish and Anand had inquired and found out that a decent wooden house would cost at least two thousand rupees.

This is a full month's salary for him, so he has to save money, not to mention that he is the only source of income for the family.

After squeezing into the tightly packed city train and being pressed against every hot, sweaty body for twenty minutes, he jumped off, sweating profusely.

Go west along this road, passing a small hotel and a pharmacy across the street. Then, cross an overpass, a telephone booth, a barbecued lamb stall, and a small button-making workshop. About ten minutes later, you'll reach the Suer Electric Factory.

When Ashish stepped into the factory gate, Ron was directing people to clean up with a grim expression.

"What happened?" Ashish quietly asked the people around him.

"Ron Baba had a stomach problem. He went to the bathroom four times during the night and three times in the morning. The whole factory was talking about it."

"Yes, Ron Baba is a very good doctor." Another person interrupted.

"But he was in so much pain! When he was squatting on the toilet, his face was filled with pain, like he was giving birth. Then he pooped very smoothly, like water, and it came out very quickly.

Like an Independence Day cannon, duang! Just like that! I suggested he drink some hemp tea in the morning, and his stools became firmer and returned to their beautiful color.

Ron's face, who was not far away, turned even darker. Damn it, so many people were watching him just for leaving a note.

The person talking animatedly was none other than Anand's wife, Frieda. The entire factory was filled with familiar faces, all helpers from the Tej Ali slum.

Some of them were helping their families build houses in the back, and some came to help Ron, and they didn't ask for money. Could he refuse?
“Ashish!”

"Here!" Ashish shrank his neck and agreed reflexively.

"Go to the hotel on the east side and see what happened to those two Germans."

"Yes!" Ashish ran away.

Ron had a headache, a terrible headache. The two machines he had bought were still sitting in the workshop, and he had no idea when they would be useful.

About half an hour later, Ashish appeared at the factory gate, staggering with two Germans.

Oh, Ron hurried over and said, "Gentlemen, why don't you rest in the hotel?"

"No more rest," one of them said, his face grim, but he still insisted on going to the workshop, "Let's finish the equipment as soon as possible and go back as soon as possible."

"Yes! The equipment will be operational in five days. No, three days!" Another person gritted his teeth and followed.

Ron blinked and froze in his tracks.

It seems that transforming into a jet fighter is not a bad thing.

"What are you still standing there for? Go and help." Ron waved his hand, and led his men into the workshop in a heroic and confident manner.

Facts have proven that foreigners are pretentious, work eight hours a day, take a lunch break, and drink coffee several times.
Not true! These two Germans looked upset, but they worked like crazy, even volunteering to stay overtime that night.

Three days passed in a flash, and the two injection molding machines began to vibrate and hum.

Look, when I arrived in India, all my bad habits were gone.

(End of this chapter)