I am a master in India

Chapter 21 Distributing Money
Business at the train station was brisk, and the Mumbai Tourist Information sign was a great help.

Foreigners don't trust the enthusiastic vendors, but have a special liking for the aloof Ron.

In order to arrange a guide for them, Ron gathered a group of younger brothers.

After a busy week, it's time to pay them their wages today.

"Anand, is everyone here?"

"They're all here, Ron. They've been up out of their wives' beds since 5am. They've never been so diligent."

Anand shook his head comically, causing a burst of uneven laughter in the room.

"Okay, everyone sit down." Ron walked to the front of the room with a stack of lists.

This morning he booked a teahouse downstairs from his apartment.

Because it was just after six o'clock, the market was sparsely populated and the surroundings were very quiet.

After everyone had sat down sparsely, Ron took a quick look at the front and saw about ten people.

Some of them were Anand's relatives and friends, and some were helpers Ron found from nearby.

Judging from their clothes, they are a group of people from the lowest social class in Mumbai, and their caste is not much higher. They usually hang around in the streets and alleys doing odd jobs for a living.

When they met Ron's eyes at this moment, most of them looked away in fear.

Because they had learned from Anand that Ron was a Brahmin.

Through countless experiences in the past, the fear of Brahmins has been engraved in their bones.

They are beaten for no reason for looking at each other for a second while walking on the street, they are the first to be searched when something is stolen, and they are the ones to take out their anger on when they are in a bad mood.
There were so many such things that when I saw a Brahmin like Ron, I subconsciously avoided his gaze.

Having lived in Mumbai for so long, Ron has some understanding of this, but that is not the focus of today's discussion.

"In the past week, Mumbai Tourism Information Company received a total of 66 foreign tourists and signed 20 contracts!"

"Wow!" Anand, who was in charge of cheering, screamed excitedly.

After he took the lead, sporadic cheers were heard in the room.

“Anand!”

"Here!" He stood up excitedly.

"You received four groups of guests last week, with a total spending of 4 rupees. Based on the commission, this is your bonus of 5 rupees."

Ron put down the bill in his hand, picked up a paper bag on the table and handed it over.

Anand was so excited that he almost danced in front of Ron.

1000 rupees was not a small sum in India in 92. It was enough to cover the living expenses of an average family for two or three months.

As the money was taken out, the people below widened their eyes and seemed to have forgotten to breathe.

Saint, Master Ron really gave money!

"Sanjay!"

"Here!" A brown-skinned man jumped up reflexively.

"You received three waves of guests last week, spending a total of 3 rupees. This is your bonus, 8 rupees."

Looking at the paper bag in Ron's hand, Sanjay's head was buzzing and his legs couldn't move.

"What, you don't want it?"

Ron's teasing voice seemed to have pressed a switch, and Sanjay's legs went weak and he rolled over.

When he got to Ron, perhaps because he was too excited, he fell to his knees.

"Master Ron, is this really for me?"

"I promise Lord Shiva, it is yours."

Holding the paper bag in his hand, Sanjay cried and laughed at the same time.

In all the years he worked, the biggest pay he received was 20 rupees. 400 versus 20, he couldn't even fathom the difference.

"Get up. If you want to thank me, then work hard later."

"I promise, I swear to Lord Shiva!" Sanjay touched Ron's sole with his hand and hit his head heavily on the ground.

After returning to his seat, Ron glanced at the group again. Their eyes were no longer dodgy, but instead were filled with eagerness. "Like I said, if you work hard, you'll be rich. But to get the high commissions like Anand and Sanjay, you have to get customers to spend at least 1 rupees."

The higher the consumption, the higher the commission. 1 rupees is the lowest level, which is only about 80 rupees.

Ron doesn't run a charity, he runs a company to make money.

For a consumption of 2000 rupees, he only made a profit of about . It's a pittance to give him such a small commission.

Of course, he wouldn't let people work for free. If the commission rate didn't reach the baseline, he would give them 10 rupees as a hard work fee for each customer, at least once a day.

That is to say, even if these people cannot save up 300 rupees for consumption in a month, he will still give them a basic salary of rupees.

Don't worry, he won't lose money because foreigners are very rich and they spend thousands of rupees on any hotel they stay in.

After eating, drinking, playing, and buying some souvenirs, 10,000 rupees is easy. After all, for foreigners, this is only about 500 or 600 US dollars.

If there is someone who really cannot get this commission, Ron will still give them the basic salary.

That's how running a business works. Labor costs are an unavoidable issue. You can't just find someone to act as a guide when a customer comes to your door.

Not to mention whether they could take up the job without training. Even if the other party was willing, Ron would not trust them to do so.

Indians are very cunning. They might cheat customers in private, and Ron's company will be blamed.

So he would rather keep one or two more idle people than find someone to replace him on the street.

Of the dozen or so people in the room today, half will not receive any commission, and their salary is only 70 rupees.

Are they willing to continue? Absolutely!

The least valuable thing in India is people. If you don't do it, there are plenty of people who are willing to do it.

Many people even found it hard to believe as it was the first time they received so much money.

It was common for them to work for the Brahmin masters without being paid, and they accepted it submissively, not even daring to argue with them.

But who would have thought that Ron really gave money!
The people in the teahouse were chattering, no longer as stagnant as at the beginning.

"You guys do the work, and Mumbai Travel Information Company pays us, and we follow the rules. But let me be frank: if anyone dares to have any bad intentions towards our guests, don't blame me for being rude."

Every time Ron closes a deal, he emphasizes to the other party that if someone actively asks for tips or changes the price without their knowledge, they can call and complain directly.

The guides here have no bargaining power. All hotels and restaurants are priced according to their grades, and Ron had already reached an agreement with them.

Guests brought by Mumbai travel information companies will follow the prices in the brochure and settle the bill once a week.

One-stop service means tourists don’t have to bargain frequently, which is his company’s unique competitive advantage.

But if someone breaks the rules, this advantage will disappear completely, so Ron attaches great importance to this.

Everyone knew that he had a good relationship with the police on the streets of Mumbai and had plenty of ways to deal with them. After hearing Ron's warning, no one dared to play tricks.

"Master Ron, you give us jobs and money, we can't thank you enough."

"Yeah, we all know the rules."

"Okay, get ready and start working. Oh, and Anand, pass out the custom-made work badges."

Amid everyone's curious looks, Anand took out a string of red tags and gave one to each person.

This thing is similar to the work card of later generations. A strap passes through the outer shell and can be hung directly on the chest.

Above is everyone's profile picture, as well as the company's logo and name.

Hang it in front of you and it instantly looks like that.

Of course, a company needs to be standardized. Isn't this much better than the scattered refugees at the train station?

"Okay, meeting adjourned!" Ron waved his hand and asked everyone to go to the train station to start work.

"Ron, I have something to discuss with you." Everyone dispersed and Anand stayed.

"Let's talk while we walk. Oh, and there's some extra commission. Come pick it up from me tonight."

Ron would give him some gray income that was difficult to record separately.

The specific accounts have not been fully calculated yet, and Xiao Niya's fingers are sore from pressing the calculator at home.

However, in just a few days, Ron realized that there was really a lot of money to be made in the travel information company.

(End of this chapter)