I am a master in India

Chapter 22 Unusual Business
It was a little after seven in the morning and the markets in Mumbai were just waking up.

A cup of hot milk, a portion of toasted wheat cake, and a few lamb skewers, this is Ron's breakfast.

He walked and talked with Anand while holding the food, and the rustling sound in his ears was the shop owner opening his door to welcome customers.

"What do you want to talk to me about?"

"There are a few foreigners who want to do some special business with me."

"woman?"

"Is this special?" Anand was stunned.

"what is that?"

"It's hemp grass."

Ron paused, "The kind that grows in the fields?"

"Yes, it's everywhere in India. It's part of our culture and that's why many foreign tourists come here for fun."

"But I remember that the law seems to have some restrictions on these."

"What is the law?"

Ron squinted his eyes and looked at the silly Anand. My goodness, they are all outlaws, right?

"We can tell them where to find it, but we can't get involved in the actual transaction. That's the bottom line."

"Okay, I know what to do."

The atmosphere in India is sometimes hard to describe.

Things that Ron thought were absolutely untouchable were taken for granted by many locals.

Even in some states, the government is officially cultivating it on a large scale, making it legal. Ron was just watching a fairy tale, a fantasy.

He didn't want to get involved in these things, so he quickly finished his breakfast and headed straight for Victoria Station.

It is the main station in Mumbai and has much more frequent trains than other places.

In fact, it's not just here. Other train stations in India are also overcrowded all year round.

Population is the main factor, and the coexistence of four track widths is also one of the reasons.

It takes more than one train to get from Delhi to Mumbai; you often have to change trains several times.

The bottom line is that the track widths are inconsistent, and a train can only run on one track width.

But frequent stops also make the railway station prosperous.

Take Victoria Railway Station as an example. When Ron and his friends arrived, it was already extremely noisy.

The long, flat interstate platform stretched out and disappeared under the metal roof of the sky.

In such a spacious place, there was no room to step at around eight o'clock in the morning.

The office of the Mumbai Tourism Information Company stands out among the crowd.

After a week of fermentation, the vendors and local tyrants who often come here have already known that someone is protecting this place.

They automatically moved away, leaving the reception area with a blank space, like a forbidden area.

But the crowds of people coming and going didn't know that since Ron sat down, people had been coming up to ask for directions in twos and threes.

People who had lost their luggage, were looking after their children, or were using the restroom all came to ask for help, which made Ron very annoyed.

In the end, he had no choice but to put up another sign next to it.

“Foreign guests only!”

It is written in both Hindi and Marathi, and is for the local natives to read.

If there are any illiterate people who are blind, Rajesh's stick will talk them into reason.

Rajesh likes working at the railway station the most recently because he can earn extra money every day.

His colleagues will also benefit from it. Ron has already formed a tacit understanding with the police in this area.

The latter helped him to clear up various minor troubles, and Ron, as usual, put a few rupees in their pockets.

After being tormented like this by them, ordinary people in this circle didn't dare to get close.

It is precisely because of this that everyone feels that the reception desk here is official.

Not only foreigners like to come over and take a look, but Indians who have just got off the train also subconsciously come over when they encounter something.

Speaking of foreigners, sometimes they don't just gather here to discuss business. Take the two people in front of me, for example. They haven't even flipped through the brochure on the table, but they have a lot of questions.

“Why is the cow the most sacred animal in India?”

"There are many theories, but there are two mainstream ones. One is that the cow is the mount of Lord Shiva, and the other is that the cow is one of the incarnations of Vishnu."

“Don’t Indians eat beef?”

"Not entirely. Hinduism and Jainism adhere to this. The former because of the legend just mentioned, and the latter because of the doctrine of ahimsa."

"So some Indians eat beef?"

"Muslims don't care about this. Sikhism has its own slaughtering rituals. But miss, we are a travel information company. You can contact the Cultural Administration Bureau for cultural questions."

After answering all kinds of strange questions, Ron finally lost his patience with the two cute foreign girls in front of him.

I'm here to do business, not to educate you about Indian culture.

Seeing the corners of his mouth slightly raised, the two girls smiled even more happily.

They picked up the brochure on the table and flipped through it casually. "We can choose any of the hotels here, right?"

"Of course, these are all real photos and the prices are fixed."

"Then we can also choose the guide we like?"

"can."

"OK!" One of the girls with a petite face picked up the pen and started drawing.

Ron was so fast that he couldn't react. In just a dozen seconds, she threw the pen on the table.

"This is the hotel we've chosen, but you have to take us there yourself."

"Me?" Ron blinked.

"Yes, we only need your services. This is the premise of the transaction."

Ron turned to look at Anand and the dark-skinned Sanjay, who all gave him a helpless look.

"My price is not cheap, my two beautiful ladies. I am the chief guide here."

"I guess so," one of the girls with a small face looked Ron up and down, "but you're worth our money."

"Okay." Ron took out a train schedule from the drawer and began to check the time.

He got this timetable from the train station dispatching office. With this timetable, the Mumbai Tourism Information Company was like a duck in water.

When express and special express trains arrive at the station, and how many trains there are on that day, are all business opportunities for Ron.

Of course this thing is not free. It is updated once a day, and he has to pay a bribe every day.

Ron checked and found that the next express train was in two hours. If he just wanted to take them to the hotel, that should be enough time.

Since the customer has needs, as the service provider, Ron must do his best to meet them.

After instructing Anand, Ron took the two foreign girls out of the train station.

Taxis are readily available, and several of them have recently worked with Ron's company.

I picked an acquaintance, and after he said hello, the car headed straight for the destination.

Indian travel agency, this hotel is the place chosen by the two girls.

The front desk owner, Xiangtu, was an old acquaintance. When he saw Ron come in, he personally took the group to see the room.

"How is it? It looks exactly like the photo, right?"

"Well, not bad." The girl with a small face nodded with satisfaction. This handsome Indian man did not lie to them.

To be honest, this made them a little disappointed because they couldn't find an excuse to make trouble.

"Oh, by the way, we also want to discuss another business with you, so..."

The two girls glanced at Xiangtu at the door, who tactfully left the room and considerately closed the door.

“What’s the deal?”

Ron didn't finish his sentence when he was suddenly pushed gently against the wall.

Only after meeting their fiery gazes did he react.

After all this time, are you just coveting his body?

(End of this chapter)