I am a master in India

Chapter 385 Goa
Goa is a well-known resort destination, boasting some of the most beautiful beaches in the Indian subcontinent.

Various Portuguese-style buildings have been well preserved, making it the most popular resort area here.

Ron and Isa were having a party here rather than a wedding.

After several receptions in New Delhi and Mumbai, they were all quite exhausted.

Especially for Isa, her belly grew bigger every day, making it increasingly difficult for her to move around.

So Ron simply skipped all the formalities and just celebrated.

And it's worth noting that these parties are very popular, with Bollywood stars and business partners saying they'll be there.

Since most of them were in Mumbai, Ron generously chartered a plane to pick them up.

Along the distance from the airport to the resort, there are luxury cars such as Bentleys, Ferraris, and Porsches waiting.

The luxurious features are all there, leaving many celebrities dazzled.

After arriving at the resort, we passed several swimming pools, some of which were equipped with water treadmills, before finally reaching the large lawn by the sea.

Long-legged models, domestic and international celebrities, and wealthy businessmen are all moving around and socializing.

The party lasted for four days, with fireworks displays every night, and Mariah Carey also performed for the newlyweds Ron and Isa.

This wedding is destined to be a major event of the year, and a media frenzy.

Many newspapers are speculating about how much money Ron spent, with some saying tens of millions and others saying hundreds of millions of dollars, causing quite a stir.

Actually, it wasn't much, less than a hundred million US dollars, and he didn't spend it lavishly.

They didn't do anything outrageous or extravagant, like using a gold toilet, which is an eyesore.

Of course, one hundred million US dollars is already an astronomical price, and it may well be the most expensive wedding in Indian history.

To avoid unnecessary disputes, the wedding expenses were announced to be only 40 million US dollars.

Those in the know understand that the figure is much higher, but ordinary people, limited by their imagination, are making a fuss about the 16 billion rupees expenditure.

However, Ron didn't care at all; his record was spotless. He had no bad bank debts and no tax problems.

The reason this wedding was so high-profile was, to some extent, to enhance its social influence.

There's no way around it; in India, you have to learn to flaunt your wealth, and a wedding is the most respectable way to do so.

Suer appliances sell well, and Mr. Suer is quite famous, but to what extent? People don't have a clear idea.

This wedding was excellent publicity; high-ranking officials and business tycoons gathered, and celebrities and wealthy businessmen from all walks of life came to show their support. It was an incredibly grand affair.

Looking at the expenses again, it's 16 billion rupees, truly an astronomical sum.

From then on, Mr. Sue ascended to the clouds, becoming unattainable.

Yes, the ideological imprint of privilege has been further deepened and strengthened.

In India, flaunting wealth is not only about displaying financial power, but also a covert means of consolidating class rule and promoting caste culture.

After the party ended, Ron didn't immediately return to Mumbai or Delhi, but instead leisurely enjoyed the beautiful beaches of Goa.

As dusk fell, the enormous, fiery red sun trembled and sank timidly from the waves on the horizon.

The afterglow of the setting sun spilled onto the sea, making the surface shimmer and sparkle as if inlaid with gold leaf.

It was a hot, windless evening with a cloudless sky.

The rumble of motorcycles came from afar on the beach. Ron stretched his legs out and plunged them into the fine sand, leaving two ripples on the beach like he was rowing a boat.

A light, gentle friction came from the top of his foot. He twisted the throttle again, and the motorcycle shot forward with a whoosh.

The Enfield bullet model is indeed excellent, with exceptional handling and durability.

Once you understand its temperament, it can reward you with exhilarating speed, riding the wind, and a thrill rarely experienced by humans, occasionally accompanied by near-death experiences.

Well, Ron is afraid of dying, so he chose to race on the beach.

Nobody talks about it, and they're not afraid of getting hurt if they fall.

However, his reckless behavior still terrified Isabella.

"Be careful," she said with concern as she lay on the recliner.

"Okay, I know, this doesn't count as speeding."

Ron got to ride the motorcycle a couple more times before handing it over to Anil, who was standing not far away.

The car belongs to the owner of the Coast Restaurant; he just borrowed it to play around with.

"How are you? Are you hungry?" Ron walked over barefoot.

"A little bit." Isa smiled sheepishly.

She was four months pregnant and felt hungry almost every two hours, no matter how much she ate.

"The child is growing, let's go get something to eat."

"I'm worried about gaining weight."

"You can dance, right? You can slowly get back in shape after you give birth. Right now, eating is the most important thing."

Ron helped her toward the coastal restaurant next to Palm Avenue, where they were already regulars.

The restaurant owner was from Mabang, and Ron recognized him the first time he came here.

After all, Mumbai is where Ron rose to power, and the locals consider him a fellow countryman.

There are thousands of Mabang people in the Suer Electric factory, who wouldn't love and respect him?

Without them even asking, the waiters prepared a sumptuous meal for them.

Cabbage rolls filled with potatoes, fruit salad, roast chicken, and crispy fried okra.

As a Brahmin, Isha had always adhered to a vegetarian diet.

However, with Ron's encouragement and the doctor's advice, she also started eating less meat.

Of course, there's no need to worry about the baby in her belly. Her nutritional meals are custom-made by an entire medical team.

Ron himself runs a high-end clinic in Mumbai, so he has access to these kinds of resources easily. Not long after they sat down, the restaurant owner, Darrant, came over with a glass of wine.

"Mr. Sue, would you like to try some of our newly brewed cashew liqueur?"

“Of course.” Ron nodded readily.

India has a wide variety of strange and unusual delicacies, and he doesn't mind trying new things.

This is a strong liquor, but it has a unique fruity aroma.

Ron only took a small sip; too much would easily make him drunk.

“Goa is a wonderful place,” Darrant exclaimed.

"The beach here is nice."

They were located at the famous Corva Beach, where the white-gold sand and the sea create a stunning view.

"Saveri Day is just around the corner, look how lively it is outside."

"The name sounds like a Catholic holiday."

“That’s right, Goa was ruled by Portugal for four hundred years.”

"So this place has become a resort destination."

The two men laughed, saying that without the Portuguese, Goa wouldn't have so many resorts.

Due to colonial influence, there are many Catholic Indians here.

The Palm Avenue outside is bustling with activity, as believers hold festivals every year at this time.

The streets were packed with people, all dressed in their best clothes. Merchants and street vendors flocked in from all over Goa.

Lame, blind, and sick people, praying for miracles, formed several lines and slowly walked toward the cathedral dedicated to Xavier.

Francis Xavier was a Spanish merchant and one of the seven founding members of the Jesuit order. He died in the 16th century at the age of forty-six.

But he achieved remarkable success in missionary work in India and what was then called the Far East, earning him an enduring reputation.

After being buried and reburied multiple times, Xavier's remains, which were unearthed several times, were finally laid to rest in the Church of Jesus Mercy in Goa in the early 17th century.

The body is opened to the public once every ten years, and it is still very well preserved. Some people would say that it is a miracle.

His body appears to be incorruptible, but it has undergone several amputations and organ removals over the past few centuries.

In the 16th century, a Portuguese woman bit off one of his toes, intending to keep it as a sacred object.

His right hand was cut into several pieces and sent to several religious centers, as were his intestines.

That's awful, Ron thought, his teeth aching from listening.

What kind of crazy thing is this? They're clearly saints, yet they've dismembered them.

Why cut it into pieces? Is it for warding off evil spirits?
“Without a doubt, Goa’s two main pillar industries are tourism and mining. Tycoons from all walks of life own private vacation villas here, like this one.” Darrant pointed to the beer on the table.

It was a bottle of Kingfisher beer, a well-known national brand in India.

“Malya.” Ron knew him, of course.

Just a few days ago at her wedding party, Maya and he had a very pleasant conversation.

He was a complete playboy and a bona fide beer tycoon.

“Malya’s Kingfisher Headquarters is located in Goa, and it’s said he’s also planning to build a huge private estate,” Darrant said enviously.

“He’s suited to living in the spotlight,” Ron chuckled.

If we're talking about which Indian tycoon is the most high-profile and least concerned with flaunting his wealth, it has to be Vijay Mallya.

His father was the chairman of United Brewery, a vast brewing empire, and Maya was his only son.

I was spoiled as a child and had many expensive toys, such as electric trains and electric Ferraris.
In those days when liquor licenses were extremely difficult to obtain, those who could do this business were not ordinary people.

Gujarat has a statewide ban on alcohol, and those who drink alcohol are despised and considered to be of low character.

Gandhi firmly believed that alcohol was one of the greatest evils in the world.

If you want to grow this business, you have to be low-key, very low-key.

Interestingly, Maya is the complete opposite of his father; he enjoys the spotlight like a star.

He liked to be in the spotlight, and in 83 he even won the Indian national racing championship.

In the same year, his father died, and he, as the only son, succeeded to the throne.

Maya is a flamboyant person who has made a name for himself in the bar scene and doesn’t mind showing off his luxurious lifestyle to the public.

In today's society, people pretend to be shy or deliberately belittle themselves; caution is everything.

Only Maya overturned this value system, shocking all the young people and sparking a wave of worship.

However, there are also troubles; everything has its advantages and disadvantages.

“He’s been to the Coast Restaurant twice recently, both times asking about you,” Darrant shrugged.

“Really?” Ron wasn’t too surprised.

"As you know, many states in India prohibit alcohol, especially Gujarat. It's a large state with a huge population and a vast market."

“I guess he wants my help.” Ron smiled; many people knew about his ties to the BJP.

"That's right, everyone can see it."

That disappointed him.

Before Ron could finish speaking, his cell phone rang in his pocket.

He listened for a few words and then hung up.

Okay, the honeymoon is over.

A grand drama is unfolding in his loyal Uttar Pradesh.

(End of this chapter)