I am a master in India

Chapter 33: Our Great Seal Has Its Own National Conditions

Of course Ron also wanted to satisfy the master's addiction, but it didn't work.

His hometown is in Uttar Pradesh. He is a poor Brahmin in the countryside, so it is no problem for him to show off his power there.

When he arrived in Mumbai, he was alone and no one cared about him.

If you want to be the real boss at the table, you have to stand up straight first.

Ron is working on this right now, but he has a lot to do. First and foremost is staff expansion, and a lot of work processes need to be streamlined.

This is the foundation of the company's operations, and he has to take care of it personally.

“Anand, how many of us are there now?”

"Thirty-five! We can form three cricket teams." Anand's face was full of accomplishment as he held the list.

"Those with a bad reputation are simply eliminated, and those who can speak English and are smart are selected."

"No problem, they can't escape my sight. I even know the color of their loincloths!"

Anand personally took charge of this matter. He had been working here for many years and was better informed about the gossip than anyone else.

"By the way, I need two young people who are good looking and speak fluent English. Do you know where to find such people?"

"Well, some of our children might be able to, but it's best to just put it in the newspaper."

"In the newspaper?"

"Yes, there are so many newspapers in Bombay that I can't even count them. Everyone who can read in India loves to read newspapers."

Ron pinched his chin. This was a good idea. And by publishing it directly in an English newspaper, there would be no need for an English test.

"I'll go to the newspaper office soon."

"Don't worry, Ron, I'll take care of this place."

There are a lot of people coming and going in Victoria Railway Station. Although it is already June, the number of foreign tourists has not decreased at all.

One of the benefits of the rupee's depreciation is becoming apparent, with international tourists flocking to India to spend money.

This was undoubtedly good news for Ron and his team, and it also strengthened his idea of ​​opening a store here.

This was also the purpose of his coming here today. He had an appointment with a senior administrative official at the train station.

"Wait, Ron." As he was about to leave, Anand grabbed his arm stealthily.

"what happened?"

"Those two foreign women..." His eyes gradually became obscene.

"What do you want to say?"

"I want to ask if the one you're with is special? I've never dated foreign girls, I'm just curious."

Ron slapped his claws away in disdain. "I've been busy with company matters these past two days. I don't have time to see them."

In order to prevent the Iqbal incident from happening again, Ron went directly to Rajesh and his superior police officer yesterday.

He was the police chief of the fort area. When the two parties met, he didn't say anything and immediately threw 5 rupees in cash over.

The other party stared at the bundles of rupees as if he had seen an Indian woman without a sari, and even his speech became stammering.

What does 5 rupees mean? A senior judge of the Supreme Court in New Delhi, India, earns less than rupees a month.

He was just a small district police chief, how could he have seen so much money? He had confiscated bribes before, but the amount was not even on the same scale.

So without Luo En saying anything, the other party slapped the patrolman who was on duty at the train station that day on the spot.

Everything that happened next happened naturally. From now on, there would be at least two patrolmen on duty at Victoria Railway Station, and no one would cause trouble.

If there were, the patrolman's stick would be faster than Ron and the others.

In India, you can't get anything done without money, and it's the same today.

After entering Desai's office, Ron put the suitcase in his hand down at his feet.

The other party glanced at it thoughtfully, then picked up some documents on the table and took a look.

"Mr. Soule, you want to furnish an office at Victoria Station?"

"Yes, I found a lot of unused storage rooms across from the platform, and I want to rent one of them."

"But that's against the rules. That was the old manual service window."

"They're not used now, are they?" "No, no, that won't work." Desai shook his head quickly.

"Well, I can pay some fines for this." This is the code word for bribing officials in India, and Ron is already familiar with it.

Desai kept his mouth shut and glanced slightly downwards.

Ron stood up and took the suitcase from under his feet to the table, then unzipped it, turned it over, and shook it clean.

Bundles of 100-rupee bills tumbled down the table. There were so many of them that some rolled over the edge of the desk and threatened to fall to the floor. Desai scrambled to catch them.

He clumsily put out fires everywhere, his elbows filled with scattered rupees.

Ron smiled.

"10, and I can choose any place. After the work is completed, I will pay another 2 rupees in rent every month."

“Don’t include the rent in the formal contract.”

"make a deal!"

With a few clicks and stamps, Ron got the license.

The 2 rupees he had promised as monthly rent was reduced to rupees in the contract. Everyone knew where the remaining rupees went.

This is the national condition of India and no one will be surprised by this.

Even in Mabang, many people including common people worship corrupt officials. They think that if you don't try to find ways to make money, you are a complete fool.

For this reason, the locals have a special name for those upright officials, "Pan Wenger".

Its original meaning is a kind-hearted and morally upright person, but it also means naive and gullible.

Correspondingly, those who know how to bribe are called "Budi", which means cunning, but also implies maturity and no longer naive.

The contrast in the meanings of these two words is really interesting.

No wonder President Gandhi sighed, "This is India, what can you do about it?"

Holding the permit, Ron left the office contentedly. He had spent hundreds of thousands of rupees in the past two days, all using black money.

Why does India's black market account for half of its legal economy? Corruption is one of the driving forces behind this.

When Ron got outside, he was ready to choose the place he liked, but after taking a few steps, he found that Anand seemed a little unhappy.

This was a rare sight; Ron had never seen Anand without a smile on his face.

"what happened?"

"Some foreign jerk ruined our business."

"Who?"

"Here, that one over there."

Following his gaze, Ron saw a white man in his forties with two wisps of sea lion beard.

He was wearing a cowboy hat, and from his appearance, he looked like a Harley motorcycle rider.

This guy made no secret of his disgust for Indians, and he contemptuously shouted away every vendor who tried to approach him.

At the same time, he kept talking to the people around him about the various ways in which Indians had tried to deceive him but failed.

"Do you know why their cars are called 'Tata'? Because they make a 'tata-tat' sound when they drive."

Whenever he caused laughter, he would proudly share his bargaining experience. In his eyes, all Indians, including Anand who had just solicited customers, were hateful liars.

These tourists are the foreign thorns, and their travels are a game of "the meaner, the more successful."

Ron originally had no special feelings towards him, but now he was affecting his business.

"Did you find out anything while talking to him just now?"

"He likes to swear and has a bad temper. He doesn't seem like a good person. Oh, and he smells like hemp."

"Are you sure?" Ron's eyes lit up.

"One hundred percent. I've smoked hookah before, and it's really exciting."

Ron waved, then looked around.

Oh, Rajesh and the others are on duty today, what a coincidence.

(End of this chapter)