I am a master in India

Chapter 26: Dark Tsar
What Ron wanted to see, of course, was the income that had already been recorded, that is, the money that was in his pocket.

“In the first week, our guests spent a total of 27 rupees?”

"Yes, Baba, these are the recorded commissionable expenses."

The so-called commissionable consumption means that the tourists' money is spent on the consumption packages provided by his company.

Hotels, restaurants, entertainment venues, etc., all have commission agreements with Mumbai Travel Information Company.

Ron took a quick look and saw that about 27 of the 6 rupees ended up in his pocket.

On average, the commission remains around 22%, which is a pretty good ratio.

Unfortunately, the 27 rupees is the cumulative amount of 20 contracts, and each contract means a wave of customers.

The average expenditure of these people during their stay in Mumbai barely exceeded 1 rupees, which is far less than that of Smith and Anna.

But this is normal. After all, the fat sheep are a minority, and the general public is the main body of society.

“巴巴，除了这6万卢比的收入，还有基础服务费2万5、二手买卖抽成1万5、合计10万卢比。”

"How much money do we have on our account?"

"It was less than 4 rupees, which was used to give bonuses to everyone. All the other cash, including my previous savings of more than , was exchanged for US dollars from tourists."

"I expect the rupee to continue to fall. For the next two weeks, we will only have this much money on the books. All other income will be exchanged for foreigners. We don't want rupees."

"Okay!" Nia quickly wrote it down.

Ron didn't have much money, and after a month of hard work, he finally managed to come up with more than 12 rupees.

Since we know that the rupee will continue to depreciate, of course we have to speculate in foreign exchange.

Coincidentally, the Mumbai tourism information company has unique resources, and those foreigners have a lot of foreign currency.

On the other side, Hadehan, who worked in the foreign exchange black market, was an acquaintance of his. Lo and behold, a mature industrial chain was born.

The only drawback is that his capital is not strong enough, so this time he can only follow suit and have a share of the spoils.

Once the exchange rate stabilizes, he will sell all the US dollars he has.

Ron doesn't need so much foreign exchange. He neither goes abroad nor engages in foreign trade. Why does he need so many US dollars?
The only way is to convert it into rupees and continue to expand the company's operations.

At least we should rent a decent office. It's too shabby to squeeze in Victoria Station every day.

We need to hire one or two clerks. Nia is his exclusive maid, so let others do the work of slaves.

"By the way, Nia, have you ever worn a skirt?"

"Ah?" Nia, wrapped in a thin sari, was so surprised that she didn't know how to answer.

"You can have a try."

She has fair skin, a slim waist and long legs. She must look beautiful in a skirt.

"Baba, are you talking about the skirt like in the movie?" Nia asked in a low voice.

"Yeah, it will look great on Nia."

"But...but Indian women never dress like this."

"I'm not asking you to wear it for others to see. Wear it at home, understand?"

"Well, well." After hesitating for a long time, Nia's face turned red as if it was dyed red.

"I'll bring you a magazine in a couple of days for your reference."

Ron waved his hand nonchalantly. He was a professional at training maids.

Time flies, another week has passed and it is about to enter May.

The climate in South India is getting hotter and hotter. Even the number of foreigners at Victoria Station has decreased.

Ron and Anand are studying the train schedule for the next two weeks, which affects their livelihood.

"Ron, in two months, we might be out of business."

"why?"

"It's too hot. No one wants to walk on the streets in Mumbai in the summer. The monsoon is coming, and there's water everywhere." "Then everyone will be out of money. How did you survive during that time as a tour guide?"

"Why should I wait? There are tens of millions of foreigners in Mumbai and they need people to serve them."

Anand shook his head optimistically. He had been in this industry for many years and had his own way of survival.

But Ron sighed secretly. It was the off-season for tourism and he almost forgot about it.

In the summer, the wealthy people in Mumbai all run away, so there is naturally no reason for foreigners to come in.

"Don't worry, there will be business. Victoria Station is not everything," Anand comforted.

"What do you mean?" Ron, who was worried, subconsciously raised his eyelids.

"Many foreigners in Mumbai have heard of your name, and other business will come to you."

Anand blinked mysteriously, a smile on his round face, as if he was deliberately playing a guessing game with Ron.

"To be honest, I still prefer to receive 'newcomers'. Even though they don't know anything, they need us more."

"Yes, but that's the way it is. We have to be flexible and change our identities."

Ron guessed that it was nothing more than a black market transaction. If there were no new tourists, they would just serve the old customers.

Foreigners who come here to travel can stay for as short as a week or as long as several months.

With this initial relationship, the Mumbai Tourism Information Company can also attract some other business.

"By the way, Anand, do you know Khad Khan?"

"Which Khad Khan?"

"Pulak Hardhan, the boss of the foreign exchange black market."

Anand's eyes widened and he turned around in disbelief.

"Have you seen the legendary boss?"

"Wait, weren't you the one who introduced me to that black market in the first place?"

"Of course I knew that the black market was one of his businesses, but I never said I knew him. No! Of course I knew him. He was a well-known figure in Bombay."

Ron was almost confused by him and had to interrupt his dancing.

There were some things he needed to figure out, and his intuition told him that he had missed some very important information.

"So you introduced me to that black market not because you two knew each other?"

Anand squinted his eyes in amusement as if he had heard a joke. "I never thought that I had such a great image in your heart, Ron."

"great?"

"Yes, that was Khaderbhai. His name was in the papers every few days, and he was talked about in the bazaars, in the nightclubs, in the slums.

The rich admired and feared him, the poor revered him and worshipped him as a god. His philosophy was famous throughout Mumbai, and his friendship with artists, entrepreneurs, and politicians was also well known.

He was also one of the top gangsters in Mumbai and the founder of the syndicate system, which divided the city into several territories governed by different gangs.

This system was a good one and very popular because it had calmed down Mumbai's underworld after more than a decade of bloody turf wars.

In short, he is powerful, dangerous, and smart.”

Ron was shocked by his words. He had dealt with such a notorious gangster twice without knowing anything about it?
"He wants to see me, Anand."

"What?" This time it was Anand's turn to be shocked beyond words.

"Ron, are you in some trouble?"

"Of course not. I even saved his men."

"That's good, I don't have to collect your body."

"Hey, isn't this too much of an exaggeration, man?"

"Not at all!" Anand put away his smile, which was rare. "Ron, promise me, we'll get down to business!"

(End of this chapter)