I am a master in India

Chapter 11 Conspiracy loudly
The restaurant that Anand promised would be so delicious that you would feel full to death was not far from Victoria Station.

Arriving at the store entrance, Ron looked at the sign with a bit of a headache.

"Why does the decoration of this store look weird?"

"You mean the upside-down 'M' on the door? It's very popular now, even abroad."

“But this isn’t McDonald’s, is it?”

"Oh yeah, McDonald's, it's great!" Anand's head shook happily. "It's just reversed here, it's called Wow McDonald's."

"But it doesn't seem to sell fast food either. I didn't see any plates."

“We don’t use plates.”

"No plates?"

"Banana leaves."

Anand went in first, then turned on the tap at the door to wash his hands. Rajesh did the same, and Ron had no choice but to follow suit.

It seems that all the people who come to this restaurant are locals, and judging by their attire, they all seem to have good jobs.

The three of them chose a seat by the window and sat down. A waiter came over and placed a shiny green banana leaf and a glass of water on the table.

Don't get me wrong, this is not for you to drink. Rajesh and Anand both picked up the cup and sprinkled some water on the leaves, then wiped them with their right hands, and that was it.

Although some of Ron's memories were awakened, it was also his first time to have such a fresh experience.

"Mr. Soule, you speak French. Did you learn it at university?"

While waiting to order, Rajesh began to ask about Ron's background in a roundabout way.

“My parents taught me.”

“Oh, then what business do they have in Bombay?”

"They were originally teachers, but died in a religious conflict this year."

Rajesh was a little surprised and disappointed, but soon cursed angrily, "Damn Muslims!"

“Lord Shiva will not forgive them.” Anand put his palms together and prayed.

This was the first time he heard Ron talk about his family, and the mysterious veil surrounding the latter was finally lifted.

"I will take their ashes back to the holy river, but first I will do something in Mumbai."

Rajesh pricked up his ears, knowing that the theme of this lunch was about to be revealed.

But before we could get into the topic, the previous waiter came back to serve the dishes.

Fried pancakes, grilled chicken, buttered toast, sweet jelly, pickled mango, green peppers and onions, yogurt, and various masalas were served one by one by the waiters on wet leaves.

Following behind him was a person who was responsible for serving the rice. He would fill a large spoonful and press it firmly before pouring it onto the leaves. The amount was frighteningly large.

That’s not all. He will break up half of the rice piled high on the leaves for you, and then pour vegetable curry sauce on it.

Ron wanted to tell the waiter to let him do it himself because he really didn't like curry.

But they were too enthusiastic, and before he could even open his mouth, the enthusiastic pilaf had already been prepared.

At this time, no one was in the mood to talk. Anand and the others first rubbed the food with three fingers of their right hand, then picked it up and put it in their mouths.

“It’s delicious.”

“The grilled chicken nuggets are good, the pretzels are good, everything is good.”

Watching the two people feasting on their meal, Ron hesitated for a long time before making up his mind to stretch out his right hand.

The sticky feeling is very unpleasant, and no matter how hard you try to knead it, you won’t be able to rub it together.

On the other hand, Anand and Rajesh were very skilled and never touched the ball above the second joint.

Ron tried it for less than two minutes, and not only did his third joint become a mess, but there were also rice grains on the back of his hand.

Finally, he had no choice but to ask the waiter to get a spoon.

Now he felt comfortable, and he started to eat his rice with a crunching motion as soon as the spoon dug in.

Rajesh and Anand looked at each other and saw the teasing smile in each other's eyes.

Look, this master is even more spoiled than those princes.

If you are full when eating here, just close the folded banana leaf. Otherwise, the waiters who come between the tables will come over to add more rice if they find that the rice or curry is running low.

After the three of them finished their rice and had some desserts like toast and jelly, they slowly leaned back in their chairs with their milk tea in their arms.

"Mr. Soul, you just said you had some business in Bombay?"

"Yes, I plan to start a company."

"Start a company?" This answer was beyond Rajesh's expectations.

Ron looked like a freshman, not a college student. He had nothing to do with starting a company. "I've been thinking about this for a long time. This isn't a spur-of-the-moment decision."

“What are you going to do when you start your company?”

"Travel information company."

"Tourism information?"

"Simply put, it's about providing the services that tourists need when they come to Mumbai, such as being a guide, calling a taxi, and finding a hotel."

Rajesh wanted to laugh, but when he saw the red line on Ron's wrist, he swallowed the sarcastic words.

“That’s not a good idea.”

"why?"

"Because at every airport and railway station in Mumbai, there are hundreds of people doing the same business. They are all your competitors, including the guy sitting next to you."

Anand, who was caught in the crossfire for no reason, blinked and continued to play dumb.

"This is different. They are all one person, or at most a few of them working together, but I want to open a company."

"If they take away your business, you won't be able to run a company." Rajesh didn't understand, as this is a truth that everyone understands.

"A company is an organization, but individuals are always individuals." Ron took a sip of milk tea, his eyes shining. "My goal is to make the best of those people become my employees."

Rajesh shrugged and let it be.

"so."

"They all say you're a big energy in this area. I want to start this company quickly."

"That will cost some money, you know. Indian officials will only work if they are paid."

Rajesh's voice was so loud that Ron suspected that everyone in the restaurant could hear it.

Is it really okay to plot so loudly?

"Well, I'm prepared. I just don't know who to contact right now. There are too many public departments in Mumbai, and some of their jurisdictions overlap."

"Then you've come to the right person. No one knows Mumbai better than me!"

When it came time to discuss the business, Rajesh completely changed his pessimistic attitude. He looked complacent, as if the business couldn't be done without him.

"Okay, let's go somewhere else and continue our conversation."

Ron called the waiter to settle the bill, and the three of them spent a total of 70 rupees.

The total amount is less than 5 US dollars, but it is already a high consumption in India.

Just look at Rajesh's round belly and you will know that as a patrolman, he cannot often go to such places to fight for wealth.

A few people came outside, and the so-called change of place was just to find an empty corner.

Just give the police some benefits, just do it on the street, no one cares anyway.

Finally, after bargaining, Ron bought his first connection for 500 rupees.

Rajesh promised him that he would introduce him to an official from the Mumbai Commerce and Industry Department in two days.

As for whether the next thing can be negotiated, it has nothing to do with him.

"Ron, it's no problem. You can definitely start a company." Anand shook his head at him with full confidence.

"why?"

"Because you are a Brahmin, and Brahmins and officials are of the same mind."

Ron was a little amused and confused. He didn't know whether this was irony or comfort.

Of course, he was more convinced that this was a comfort, but Anand's train of thought was a little too strange.

"By the way, why are you so sure that I am a Brahmin, just based on my last name? But do you remember the taxi driver that day? He didn't even ask my name."

"Ron, you tell people all the time that you are a Brahmin."

"Ok?"

"Look at your feet. They're camel-tanned boots. Most people go barefoot or wear sandals. And the burning thread on your wrist is red cotton."

Ron raised his hand and looked at it. He had had this thing since he woke up on the first day. Perhaps because he was used to it, he never paid any attention to it.

"The red sacred thread can only be worn by Brahmins. Wearing the wrong color, or wearing it carelessly, can have serious consequences."

Anand's thick, black arms were completely bare; he had never even entered the temple because Dalits were not allowed.

Well, being Indian is too much trouble.

While Ron was taking the first step in his career, Henry and his wife from France were about to take their second step.

(End of this chapter)