I am a master in India

Chapter 117: Khadhan's Strength
Just a few days after the bombings, they have already had a profound impact on all walks of life in Mumbai.

First of all, the stock market. The Bombay Stock Exchange was hit by a bomb and was forced to close for a few days. After reopening, the market inevitably fell sharply.

The confidence of many foreign investors was shaken and they began to flee Mumbai.

Markets and shops near the explosion site were also forced to close, and Mumbai Airport has not yet resumed operations.

The already languishing tourism industry is now even worse off, and Ron even has the urge to temporarily close the business.

But Khad Khan suddenly called him and also wanted to meet him.

So half an hour later, Johnny came personally to pick up Ron and take him to Bandra area.

This is a courtyard with an unusually distinct Islamic style. There are even towering minarets with Arabic numerals engraved on the four corners of the walls.

"Ron, let's go inside first." Johnny waved his hand for him to follow.

Entering the porch, two rooms and walkways connected by exposed arches come into view, with a courtyard full of palm trees in front.

The sound of a rushing fountain came from somewhere outside the viewing window, and Ron was surprised by the size of the house.

"This is Khaderbai's residence. He has guests to receive today." Johnny, who was walking in front, introduced.

"It's beautiful," Ron said, looking around. "By the way, I have to thank you for reminding me that day."

"Those damned members of the Daud Gang are all lunatics. They are committing treason." Johnny was indignant.

Ron had a strange look on his face and didn't know how to answer. They were currently visiting a Mumin family's home.

"Khaderbhai is different from Dawood. He never advocates violence and hates such behavior unless it is absolutely necessary." Johnny seemed to know what Ron was thinking.

"So it's confirmed that Dawood was responsible? The Mumbai police are working tirelessly to solve the blast."

"There's no doubt about it, everyone knows it." Johnny was very sure.

They came to a stately but plain room where several pairs of sandals and boots were laid out. Ron also took off his shoes and stepped onto the carpet.

The room was large, and several people sat in a circle around a low marble table, occupying only a corner of the room.

Hardhan waved to Ron and asked him to sit over there. There was an empty plush silk cushion between them.

"Dr. Sur, thank you for what you did in Mangerdas Market." He saluted Ron solemnly, and the others also saluted.

"I'm just doing what I can." Ron was caught off guard by their sudden appearance.

"Allah is watching over everything." After praying, Khadhan smiled again. "Ron, congratulations on opening a new business."

"Well, I have to find something to do. You know the situation outside. The airport hasn't been restored yet, and the train station is under martial law."

"Of course, we're all businessmen. I've already spoken to all the gangs, including the Dawood Gang. No one will bother you anymore."

Ron's expression shifted. This sentence revealed quite a bit of information. Khad Khan was a major figure in Mumbai's underworld, and indeed, he had connections to the Dawood gang.

Thinking back to the strange reminder he had given himself, that was more than half a month before the explosion.

Ron didn't even dare to think about what role Had Khan played in the bombing. Did he know about the Daud Gang's plan a long time ago?

"Thank you, Khaderbhai, for your generous help," Ron said.

"They already admire you." Hadhan waved his hand and began to introduce Ron to the other people in the room.

Neil was in charge of foreign exchange business in Khadhan, and Ron knew him well. Ghani, a burly man, was in charge of the passport business. Majid, a man with gray hair, was in charge of the gold business.

Pant, who had dealt with them a few times and was now in charge of the pharmaceutical business, seemed to have just joined the group and was not very close to the people around him.

Johnny, who is as strong as an ox, is also one of the leaders in the room. Ron already knows that he plays the role of a thug under Hardhan.

There were three other young men, but Hadhan did not introduce them one by one, only saying that they came here to listen and learn.

But from the bulging gun butts under their robes when they bowed to salute, Ron knew that these people were not simple.

Through this quick introduction, Ron already had a general understanding of Hardhan's business.

Foreign exchange, passports, gold, and medicines—these four businesses comprised his underground financial empire. Naive Ron had previously assumed that Khadhan was solely involved in the foreign exchange black market.

These are just the things that are on the surface. Ron couldn't say whether there were other activities in private.

He guessed, there must be.

Because just now, a servant came in and whispered a few words in Hadhan's ear, and Ron heard the word "organ".

After waving his hand to send the servant away, Had Khan looked here.

“Is the travel agency office in Dubai ready to be used?”

"Yes, the company has arranged for several people to be stationed there permanently."

Khad Khan must have known about this because it was his people who helped to make the connection when we rented an office in Dubai.

Ron recruited several young college students who were very enthusiastic about studying abroad, especially emerging cities like Dubai.

"It seems the travel agency is now officially operational. In a few days, the first group of people will be going abroad and need your help arranging them."

"What's the situation in Mumbai now?" Ron was a little uncertain.

"It's more troublesome for people to come in, but it's relatively easy to go out." Hadhan was confident.

"Okay, I'll have someone arrange it."

This was what they had agreed upon. Ron helped him run the travel agency, which earned foreign exchange profits through foreign workers.

Ron could also take this opportunity to recruit some clients. After all, the service fee of 2000 rupees per person was quite a lot, and he was desperate for money. "Neil, Ghani, and Majid will cooperate with your travel agency," Khadhan added.

Ron was a little confused. He could understand that Neil was in charge of the foreign exchange business and Ghani was in charge of the passport business.

But Majid is in charge of the gold business, what does this have to do with the travel agency?
Despite his doubts, he nodded in approval.

Ron didn't stay here for long. He came here today mainly to talk to Hadhan about the travel agency.

He had no money left and urgently needed to find new sources of income.

Before the water air conditioner went on sale, after deducting the sky-high advertising fees, he only had 180 million rupees in savings.

Later, as he appeared on television and in newspapers, Ron invested an additional 20 rupees in advertising.

The only income during this period was the 1 rupees squeezed out by the travel information company in January and February.

The total balance of 230 million could theoretically support the company for a while, but he imported another 2 electric motors from Singapore.

Lanant gave him a 64% discount, and the cost of each pig was 130 rupees, for a total of nearly million rupees.

This does not include the money spent on stocking other spare parts such as plastics, switches, and mechanical timers. Another 50 yuan was used to bribe officials to get the travel agency done.

After deducting 230 million from the 180 million, Ron now has less than 50 rupees in his hands.

He really has no money, otherwise he wouldn't run to the house of the Mumin black boss at this critical moment.

Everything is for business. Fortunately, the proceeds from the first batch of thousands of water air conditioners sold will be received soon.

More than 50 standard models and more than light luxury models are expected to generate a return of around rupees.

The luxury model sold very few units, less than 20, but due to its high price, it still made a profit of rupees.

It’s not bad. The total revenue from the thousands of water air conditioners tested was 70 rupees.

This batch of goods did not go through any distribution channels, and most of them were picked up by local customers in Mumbai. Therefore, the profit margin was very high, even close to 70% of the selling price, which was a huge profit.

There will be no such good thing later. If you want to ship in large quantities, you can only go through channels.

Sur Electric has signed contracts with many dealers and has received calls from major shopping malls in Mumbai.

Nowadays, all the products coming out of the electrical appliance factory warehouse are taken away by them.

Distributors and retailers will inevitably take a portion of the profits, and the specific data may not be available until next month.

Ashish has been very impressive lately, and his status in the Jogeshwari slum has skyrocketed.

His cousin, the neighbor's little son, and his classmate Zamir all follow his lead.

Ashish was originally just an ordinary young man in the slums, with a short stature and plain appearance. If he were not strong and had a bachelor's degree, no one would have greeted him.

But things are different now. Ashish has nearly 50 job openings at the Sur Electrical Factory, and he can do whatever he wants to anyone who comes to him and asks for help.

Sur Electric Appliances is now completely famous. Not only are there endless reports in newspapers, but the story of Dr. Sur is also passed on by word of mouth in the slums.

As a result, more and more people came to see Ashish. After all, he was kind-hearted and generously agreed to their requests without making any additional requests.

Those who were promoted were not very grateful because everyone thought that this was how things should be.

India is such a country, when one person succeeds, everyone around him will benefit.

If they had such an opportunity, they would not hesitate to promote Ashish. This is the rule of survival in India.

Today, Ashish led the first group of people to report to the Sur Electrical Appliance Factory. Five or six people crowded into the station in a lively manner.

A few women from the Muslim minority were stopped ahead of them, and the railway police at the train station had to tear off their burqas for inspection before letting them pass.

The passersby around, including Ashish and his friends, were disgusted and frightened by those women.

The recent explosion has made everyone afraid to act rashly as before, but the gap between them has become increasingly irreparable.

Squeezing into the airtight carriage, Ashish brought a few people to a fixed area where passengers going to the west had to stand.

Taking the city train in Mumbai is quite a science. Passengers who want to get off at Zhongyang Railway Station stand in the middle, and passengers who want to get off at Jogeshwari, Bandra and Dadar stand around them in a clockwise arrangement.

This way, when the train is about to arrive at the station, you can jump off at the right time, otherwise you will be pushed back into the depths of the carriage by the oncoming crowd.

Ashish was discussing with his companions the precautions to be taken in future work, but they were obviously absent-minded, their eyes were always wandering around somewhere in the carriage.

Ashish looked up, then cursed them with a smile, and the obscene laughter spread among the crowd.

It turned out that some vendors were pushing their way into the women's carriage, carrying all sorts of underwear. The flashy designs nearly got the men in that carriage going wild.

But soon Ashish's attention was drawn to the advertisement in the car. "As hot as in an oven? Water air conditioner allows you to enjoy the coolness of 'Goa Beach' at home!"

Ashish was surprised and delighted to see Soul Electric's advertisements here.

Not to mention that in a stuffy carriage, seeing a water-cooling air conditioner blowing cool air is indeed very tempting.

Especially the words "Shocking price of 350 rupees" attracted a lot of attention.

The passengers who were submerged in the crowd could only stare at the advertising posters close to them and imagine that the cool breeze would blow right away.

After finally arriving at the electrical factory, Ashish wanted to introduce the newcomer behind him to Ron, but the latter was busy with the satellite phone.

Ashish was a little envious. That thing was said to cost tens of thousands of rupees, and many people had never even heard of it.

"Wait a moment, I have something else to do." Ron signaled Ashish with his eyes. He was talking to Luca in Brazil.

(End of this chapter)