I am a master in India

Chapter 25 He wants to meet you

By April, temperatures exceeding 30 degrees Celsius are common in Mumbai.

At noon, except for a few vendors, all tourists and pedestrians on the street had hidden away.

After spending 1 rupee to buy a freshly opened coconut, Ron strolled leisurely on the street.

Street food is everywhere: yogurt, jelly, fruit salad, and mixed soda drinks, all displayed on mobile carts in the open air.

The hot weather always makes people want to eat something to cool down.

But as for India, hey, you can’t look too closely.

The dishes were covered in flies, the dirt on the bottom of the pot was thicker than the pot itself, and the bucket used to wash the cups was murky.

Clean and hygienic? Even Ron, a native, wouldn't dare to do that, even though his stomach and intestines have adapted to it.

After choosing and choosing, freshly peeled coconuts are more reliable. Dig a hole, insert a straw, and it's delicious.

There are a lot of vendors selling beverages on the streets of India, and some even sell well water.

The children from the slums carried buckets on their backs and cups in their hands, and would approach passers-by to sell their wares.

At 15 paise a cup, quite a few people bought it.

The weather in India is really hot. People need to drink water constantly when going out, otherwise they will be in danger of dehydration.

Over time, there were all kinds of vendors selling coconuts, sugarcane juice, soda, milk tea, and well water.

Ron looked at the street while thinking about his business.

Anand was looking after Victoria Railway Station, and after more than half a month he was able to handle the operation of the office.

There are not enough people now, especially guides who can introduce local customs and culture in English are scarce.

Why do tourists choose Mumbai Travel Information Company instead of the stragglers at the railway station?

It’s because they provide excellent service, offering a one-stop service for food, clothing, housing and transportation. Tourists can just place their orders by looking at the brochure.

In contrast, the local Indians are cunning, greedy and love to take advantage of small bargains, and bargaining is happening almost all the time.

Ron saved the tourists this process. While other vendors were still struggling, he had already arranged the tourists' plans for the next few days. It was simple and efficient.

But there are also problems. The company is just starting out and there are many complicated things to deal with.

He already has more than a dozen people under him, but he doesn't even have a proper office space.

There are also businesses that are not convenient to put on the surface. The tourism industry alone involves more than Ron imagined.

It’s all commission, he wants it all.

"Hey! Ron?"

Ron was still thinking about something, and it took him a moment to realize that someone was calling him.

"Johnny?"

"Yes, it's me."

In a yellow taxi on the side of the road, Johnny was sitting in the back seat with a smile on his face.

"How are you doing?"

"I'm recovering well. Come on, come up and sit down."

Ron threw the empty coconut shell to the side of the road and climbed into the car. They were already old friends.

"I haven't seen you recently?"

"I'm busy with business. You know, I make a living from foreigners now."

"Khaderbhai admires you very much. He says you are a truly intelligent person."

"He may have a good impression of me because of what happened last time."

"No, that's not the case. Khaderbhai never praises anyone easily."

Whenever this name was mentioned, Johnny's eyes would flash with admiration that was almost worshipful.

Ron was surprised by the emotion, especially coming from the large Johnny.

"Your wound looks almost healed, but be careful not to tear it, otherwise it will easily get infected."

"Thank you Ron, I owe you a huge favor."

"We are friends." "Yes, very good friends!" Johnny happily touched his shoulder with his fist.

"Be careful and don't mess yourself up all the time. I should go back."

"Ron, Khaderbhai asked me to say sorry on his behalf when I see you."

"Why?" Ron asked curiously.

"About your parents. He said you were born into different religious families, but that didn't stop you from being friends."

"I'm glad he thinks this way. What happened to my parents can't be blamed on any one person."

"I knew it, Ron. You're a good man, and he wants to see you again."

"Now?"

"No, there's no need to rush. Call me in advance when you're free."

"Okay, I will."

The taxi carrying Johnny whirred away, and Ron stood on the street, frowning in thought.

Mumbai is indeed a mixed bag, and Khad Khan has already checked his background.

Ron had anticipated this; he had thought about this day when he first participated in black market transactions.

As for why he asked Johnny to convey his apology, he had a rough idea.

Ron comes from a Hindu family, while Khad Khan is most likely from an Islamic background.

This can be seen from their surnames: one implies the meaning of god, and the other is a Muslim aristocratic caste of Turkic origin.

The conflict between these two religions in India has lasted for hundreds and thousands of years.

However, neither Ron nor Hardhan are religious extremists.

They are businessmen, the kind who can put faith behind profit.

Hadhan asked Johnny to convey a message, which showed his goodwill, so of course he would not refuse.

As for the background check, is that a big deal? He's only been in Mumbai for less than two years, and anyone interested can easily find out everything. There's nothing to hide.

However, Ron guessed that the deeper meaning behind his meeting with him was still related to the foreign exchange black market.

The rupee has been falling recently, so foreign currencies will naturally become more popular.

Rich people don't want to see their wealth shrink, so the first place they think of is the black market.

It seems that the Mumbai Tourism Information Company has attracted some people's attention. After all, it has so many foreign tourists.

Tsk, trouble is coming.

...

"Niya, how's the bill going?"

"Baba~" Nia happily threw down her pen and ran over to get a wet towel for him.

After just wandering around outside, Ron's back was soaked.

After wiping the sweat, feel refreshed by the ceiling fan above your head!

It’s a pity that there is no refrigerator in the apartment, otherwise it would be even more wonderful to lick the popsicle.

"Baba, take a look. This is the account I sorted out." Nia handed him the account book as if to take credit.

"Yeah, not bad. Our little Nia, pretty and smart."

Hehe, as long as the master is happy.

Ron scratched her little nose out of habit and lay down on the wicker chair, making a series of squeaks.

In the past ten days, Mumbai Tourism Information Company has received nearly a hundred foreign tourists.

Thirty or forty contracts were signed. Few tourists came alone, and most of them came in groups of three or four.

Ron had already received his commission on about half of the orders. According to the original negotiation agreement, Ron was to return the money once a week.

Oh, Xiao Nia’s calculations are very detailed, and the items and income and expenditure are clear at a glance.

(End of this chapter)