I am a master in India

Chapter 136 Lazhu's Great Contribution

"Baron, are you leaving now?" Vanessa was so sleepy that she felt like rotten noodles and had no strength to move.

Last night, she was forced to call "Baba" all night long, and now she can't even stop.

"There will be a lot of things to do today. The factory might be looking for me." Ron picked up a piece of clothing from the ground and looked up to see that it was not his.

"Ah! Give it back to me!" she screamed, then quickly snatched it and stuffed it under the bed sheet.

"We've been honest enough, dear," Ron poked her with a smile.

"No, I'm too tired." Vanessa buried her face in the bed like an ostrich, an ostrich without feathers.

She shouldn't have drunk so much yesterday, nor should she have fallen asleep like that. The price she paid was terrible, she felt weak all over when she woke up in the morning.

Ron dressed quietly. He had to go back to Soul Electric and couldn't stay here for long.

"Okay, get up and prepare some breakfast." Ron patted her shoulder.

Vanessa is still a rookie after all. She comes from a prominent family and is nicknamed the "Nepalese Princess".

Although it is far away in Mumbai, it is more or less protected.

However, I can block the harassment from the outside world, but I can't resist the active embrace of others.

The uncultivated Nepal National Road is now full of Ron's tire marks.

There wasn't much to eat in Vanessa's apartment, just some cheese and vegetables.

Spicy baby potatoes, spinach and bean paste, and chapati flatbreads—this was the breakfast she prepared for Ron.

So what if she is a Nepalese princess? She still has to cook and serve her man in his daily life.

The breakfast portion was too small, so Ron didn't feel full. Unfortunately, there wasn't enough time, otherwise he would have used Manisha to fill it up.

Next time I have to inform her in advance and at least prepare some food or something. Ron never puts himself in a difficult position.

"Baba, when will you be done?" Vanessa paced carefully, looking at him expectantly.

"What's wrong?" Ron smoothed his trouser legs and looked at her amusedly. "You want it again so soon?"

"No," Vanessa shook her head in horror, "I just wanted to say you can come back in a couple of days. I'm free lately."

Her voice became smaller and smaller, and in the end she shut up embarrassedly.

Well, this little woman's behavior shows that she has fallen in love.

"I will call Director Lal and ask him if he has any suitable roles. As for Chandra and Joseph, they are currently preparing a new film, so maybe there will be a chance."

"Is it Mr. Mehta and Mr. De Sousa?" Vanessa's eyes lit up.

These are the last names of the two producers, and it is clear that they are not unknown figures in Bollywood.

"One of the agencies I'm affiliated with has a partnership with them. I just met them a few days ago. I can recommend you to them."

"Ron." Vanessa's eyes were filled with emotion.

"Come here." Ron waved.

Vanessa leaned over.

Ron whispered something in her ear, and the latter immediately blushed so red that blood seemed to drip out.

"No. No"

"Be good, I'll come see you in two days."

Ron patted his butt and left, leaving Vanessa standing there feeling confused.

The Suer Electric Appliance Factory became bustling again. There was a long queue at the factory gate and the offices in the building were crowded with people.

Ever since the All India Television ad was aired, scenes like this have been happening almost every day.

Those queuing at the door are job applicants. The third production line at the Suer Electric Factory has been completed and they're in need of workers.

Once the news spread, it quickly attracted a large number of vagrants.

Who doesn't know the reputation of the Soul Electrical Factory? It is almost known to everyone in the working class of Mumbai.

Needless to say, the rumors of high wages, and the fact that workers are treated as human beings alone, are enough to cause many workers employed by other companies to rebel.

Their original working conditions were horrible, and many of them came from Bihar or Uttar Pradesh.

They may start working in factories at the age of eight, but will be fired before they turn 20 because years of hard work have prevented them from being as quick-eyed and agile as they were at the beginning.

They have no friends, no social circle, no hope, and no future.

These workers would be content if they could watch a late-night movie at the Maratha Mandir Cinema on Sundays or take in the vast ocean amid the crowds at Juhu Beach.

Every afternoon they squatted on the ground and ate directly from the pot. When the day's work was over, they would lie down in the same small space where they had sat for fourteen hours, trying to see the night sky outside and the tall buildings rising not far away from the low factory building.

They were mechanical and numb, never expecting anything from Mumbai, but if given the chance to break free, they would rush to it without hesitation, like moths to a flame.

The slums behind the Sur Electric Appliance Factory became a luxury for them. Compared with the original factory, the slums were like mansions.

I heard that Dr. Suhl took the initiative to obtain that piece of land, and he did not charge the workers any rent.

Dr. Sur is indeed a good man, and everyone in Mumbai knows it.

Faced with the influx of homeless people, the newly recruited college graduates from the Human Resources Department were in a panic.

In the end, it was production supervisor Anis who stepped in to maintain order.

He listed several recruitment requirements and dismissed most of the candidates after a rough screening based on whether they were educated, experienced, or obedient.

Mumbai has too many people and too many poor people. You can't sympathize with them, you can only drive them away like rats.

As for those in the office, they are all dealers from outside the country.

The effect of television advertising was immediate, and the reputation of Sur Electric was no longer limited to areas such as Maharashtra and Gujarat. It began to penetrate into the inland states, and those merchants with keen sense of smell were the first to come to the door.

"Mr. Sur, your factory should not be built in Mumbai, but in Chandigarh." A Punjabi businessman looked quite regretful.

"Mumbai is the commercial center of India." Ron smiled and gestured to Lazhu to serve tea.

“But a product as great as water-cooling air conditioners can only flourish in Punjab, where the climate is dry and there are vast deserts.

Many people even get nosebleeds from anger while sleeping at night. They will be crazy about water-cooling units and will definitely rush to buy them.”

Ron knew that the Punjabi businessman was telling the truth. Water-based air conditioners were very suitable for dry inland areas.

Mumbai has a rainy season lasting three to four months starting in June every year, when the weather becomes hot and muggy.

Water-based air conditioners are completely useless and may even contribute to the creation of humid air.

But there's no way, as he said, Mumbai is the commercial center of India.

Here we have the most open atmosphere, the best policies, the most stable power supply, and the cheapest labor.

In other states of North India, not to mention market problems, even factories cannot be opened.

The power outage lasted most of the day and only came back on for two hours at night, which was a nightmare for the factory.

"Mumbai is too far away from Punjab, and the shipping cost alone is huge," the businessman complained.

“I can ship the goods to the port in Gujarat by sea, and you can handle the rest of the journey yourself.”

"No problem! That's great!" The businessman was overjoyed. This saved him hundreds of kilometers of shipping costs.

After seeing off another guest, Ron sighed tiredly. He was now happily troubled.

Before the ad aired, Sur Electric's orders were only enough to keep the factory running for half a month.

Just one week later, the situation reversed and his desk was once again filled with orders.

The specific number has not been sorted out yet, but one thing is certain: the Sur Electric Factory is completely on the right track.

As long as its production, sales and technology keep up, it will gradually grow and become the number one "figure" in the electrical appliance industry.

Lazhu held his head caringly and kneaded it slowly.

She knew Ron liked it, it would relax him.

"Puzhu."

"Ok?"

"Do you think Soul Electric should build another factory in North India?"

"That will cost a lot of money."

"Yeah," Ron sighed.

I just pocketed the 600 million rupees last month, and now the fourth production line has started construction. It would be too difficult to build another factory.

The subsequent equipment, personnel and raw materials will cost at least 300 million rupees, and after deductions, the money will be reduced by half.

"Lazhu, what should we do if the weather is too hot during the rainy season?" Ron closed his eyes and thought.

"Use an electric fan."

"Electric fan?" Ron opened his eyes.

"Most people can afford it, and it's better than having to endure it."

You're right, cheap is king. Since Mumbai's rainy season isn't suitable for water-cooled air conditioners, I might as well just use an ordinary electric fan.

Sur Electric currently has three production lines with a daily production capacity of nearly 2,000 units, and there is no urgent need to increase it in the short term.

The fourth line under construction can be used to produce ordinary fans first, which can fill the gap of Sur Electric during the rainy season.

His cooperative relationship with Singapore is becoming increasingly close, and with his price advantage, he can easily enter the ordinary fan market.

From a "high-tech" water air conditioner to an ordinary fan, the quality seems to have dropped a bit.

It's about making money, not a big deal.

If he can even smuggle drugs, what other business can't he do?

"Lazhu, your idea is good, just an ordinary fan." Ron turned around and praised her idea.

"It's good to be able to help Baba" Lazhu was a little happy.

"Have you moved into the apartment I rented for you?" Ron continued to close his eyes and enjoy himself.

"Yeah," Laju replied softly.

"How about a massage together later?"

"Ah?" she exclaimed.

"Where's the Indian God Oil you promised me? I remember it." Ron looked at her with amusement.

"Boss!" Ashish rushed in and even forgot to knock on the door in advance.

Then I saw a chaotic scene, and my sister Lazhu’s face was red.