I am a master in India

Chapter 404 Academy
Despite Maya's claim that Arlindam was a tycoon with his own business empire, Ron still had someone investigate.

Strangely, perhaps because the other party rose to prominence so quickly, his business scope is very vague.

Ron asked a few people, but he didn't recognize some of them, and had only heard of others.

However, his various news items can be found in the small newsstands on the street, which are made of bricks and plastic sheets.

Alindam's magazine was there, showing off its colorful pages and nonsensical headlines to passersby.

Behind the glass curtain walls of office buildings, diligent young people learn Alindam's business philosophy from the managers.

On the flight from Delhi to Chicago, the movie shown on the small screen in front of each seat was also sponsored by Arlindam.

He is indeed very good at marketing, and he can think of ways to create his own persona in every corner of the city.

Even though it was all a blur, Ron could still get a sense of the ins and outs of his business.

It centers around the "Planeman Consulting" brand, which includes a business school, as well as other media companies, film studios, and charities.

However, to outsiders, this sign is simply called "Arindam".

Even under the guise of being the "honorary president" of the management school, both the business school and Plenman Corporation are merely part of the "Alindam" image.

Ron also knew that this so-called Indian Institute of Planning and Management was a small institution located on the outskirts of Delhi.

According to its promotional materials, the business school has nine branches in major cities across India and is gradually becoming international.

They have a branch school in Dubai, and their branch school in Belgium is a joint venture with schools in Brussels and Antwerp.

By the end of the year, a branch school will be established in London, and another branch school will be built in the old factory area in Pennsylvania.

Arlindam's company, Praman, has a media division that handles the distribution of "India Sunday," which is said to be the only weekly newspaper in the world with 13 editions.

In addition, the company owns three business magazines, a software company, a consulting department specializing in "human resource management for multinational corporations," and an outsourcing company.

Although this outsourcing company is relatively new and small, it is responsible for the entire online service of The Guardian and the editing and proofreading work of the Daily Mail.

Of course, that's what's written on the promotional material. The actual situation is unknown, as very few people have bothered to verify it.

Ron also knew that the mainstream media had a poor opinion of Arlindam, mostly criticizing him and reporting a lot of negative news.

However, he still decided to go and see. To be able to come up with so many tricks and get thousands of students to willingly pay 40 rupees in tuition fees, they must have some skills.

On an ordinary morning, he drove Anil and the others to the Gurgaon district.

The city is becoming increasingly international, while the gap between the rich and poor is becoming more and more obvious.

This is mainly reflected in spending and making money. The newly paved road leads from the airport all the way to southern Delhi, passing by a series of high-rise buildings, and finally comes into view some billboards and a large shopping mall.

The shopping mall, constructed of granite and glass, is situated at the foot of the Delhi mountain range and will be the largest shopping center in Asia upon completion.

Delhi is like another Dubai or Singapore. Most of the people here are not very wealthy or very eager to get rich. They walk in groups, ride bicycles, squeeze onto dilapidated buses or fast black and yellow electric tricycles.

Delhi residents are oblivious to the world around them: begging children tumble around near traffic lights, and boys with frightening beards that stick to their faces.

In a crowded place, it's easy to spot who the wealthy people are.

On a Toyota pickup truck and a Mahindra SUV parked at the intersection, children from a circus troupe were performing energetically, using their bodies to perform various acrobatic moves to attract passersby.

These scenes are common in major Indian cities, and the lives of the wealthy within them are not much more glamorous.

It's nothing more than Mibel, Ambani, Dabur skincare products, Swarovski crystals, gold-plated toilets, racetracks, and private jets.

These things were boring and tasteless to Ron.

Unlike Arlindam, he seems a bit different, always embroiled in various comments and controversies, such as ponytail braids, management gurus, business schools, magazines, Bollywood movies, and so on.

In the 70s, Gurgaon was very poor. It was all wheat fields, no paved roads, few telephone lines, and frequent power outages; it was considered an uninhabited area of ​​Delhi.

When Arlindam's father founded the college, it was located in a private house in South Delhi, which he used as his office during the day and his bedroom at night.

It seems very strange that a management college would be built in a rural area of ​​India, much like the emerging small religious sects that often appear in India.

To put it bluntly, they were poor and didn't have the money to set up a school in a prime location.

After more than 20 years of development, Gurgaon has become a modern suburb with office parks built by many multinational companies, as well as a considerable number of apartments and commercial buildings.

It takes about 40 minutes to get to Gurgaon from Delhi by highway, making it a typical satellite city. However, it boasts high-end, professional services, including a branch of London's D'Abbenhams department store and imported beef from Argentinian restaurants.

Arlingdam College is located between Delhi and Gurgaon, and Ron’s BMW 7 Series is very fast; he arrived nearby in less than twenty minutes.

The first thing you see is a temple, a modern temple with carved walls. There's no trace of ancient Indian architecture here. In front of the temple stands a huge statue of the monkey god from Hindu mythology, carrying a staff on his shoulder, arrogantly watching the passing cars.

The temple gradually disappeared on the horizon, as if the ancient Indian kingdom had never existed, leaving only this chaotic mess before our eyes.

The road was dusty and sometimes empty, sometimes crowded with all kinds of small trucks and off-road vehicles.

Occasionally you might see a few small shops, but they pass by in a flash, and ahead lies a vast, empty road leading into the city.

Occasionally, a few small hotels will appear, seemingly unoccupied. This is because wealthy people in Delhi have purchased farmhouses nearby for weekend gatherings.

The hotel caters to all kinds of travelers: from American rock stars whose careers are declining to homeless Ukrainian prostitutes, people from all walks of life.

Of course, these things are not visible from the highway; the farmhouses are locked and heavily guarded. They are surrounded by high walls topped with shards of glass, and occasionally a neatly trimmed lawn will flash by.

As the car turned a corner, Ron saw that the left half of the gate of a farmhouse was open, and a young rural woman in uniform was guarding the front of the farmhouse.

The Indian Institute of Planning and Management is situated among these hotels and farmhouses, covering five acres and surrounded by high walls.

Just like at other schools, the guards paced back and forth in front of the guardhouse, occasionally checking their watches and pressing buttons on their walkie-talkies.

The students on campus were dressed somewhat bulkily, with oversized sports jackets and floral shirts looking rather odd on them.

They were like people who had just come back from an all-night party, trying to get into the right mindset and not wanting people to think they were just wandering around.

Well, to be honest, Ron was a little disappointed.

That's so shabby; his villa is bigger than this college.

The college's advertisements were prominently displayed on the wall near the entrance, with Arlindam's photo prominently featured on the posters.

The photos were all taken at close range; his hair was tied in a ponytail, which appeared jet black and glossy against the white background.

He had sleek skin, wore stylish glasses, looked very young, and was dressed in a blue shirt. He smiled, revealing white teeth, a smile reminiscent of an American businessman and missionary.

However, unlike American businessmen and missionaries, Arindam in the picture does not look directly at the reader, but stares into the distance, seemingly looking forward to his future, with an inscrutable expression.

Below the image is information about the college. As shown in the campus distribution map, the nine campuses are located in seven cities in India.

Only a few cities in the east do not have branch campuses, and there is not much information about the school's enrollment plan and admission requirements; instead, there are mostly small introductory pictures of the Delhi campus.

This includes swimming pools, school computer labs, libraries, folding tables, and male and female students wearing shirts, among other things.

The text surrounding the picture is like a grand fireworks display, full of italics, exclamation marks, and capital letters, trying to surprise and delight every student.

"Free 21-day study trip to various European countries" and "Provide job opportunities and laptops for all students".

The headline reads "Dare to Challenge Top Management Schools," which is mainly aimed at government-funded business schools, and also to make it sound more mysterious and credible.

Arlindam seemed to have been prepared all along; as soon as Ron's car arrived at the gate, the gatekeeper hurriedly opened the door for his limousine.

This extended BMW is a limited edition worldwide, priced at a staggering 2000 million rupees, and is extremely rare in all of New Delhi.

Before Ron could even get out of the car, Arendam and his students came over to welcome him.

The students were dressed in matching uniforms, and each of them had a fanatical expression on their face.

If it weren't for the security guards nearby, they might have surrounded them immediately.

The principal, Arlindam, is very famous. The college teaches management and has even started an MBA program.

But no matter what, is he as famous as Ron Sue? He himself is the greatest authority on corporate management.

They stood in neat rows, raised their arms, and chanted repeatedly, "Sur! Sur!"
After shouting it countless times, they all bowed deeply at a 90-degree angle.

Ron, who had gotten off the bus, waved to the crowd with a kind smile.

He felt like a pyramid scheme leader, with a group of people worshipping him.

Time is running out!
The car was parked in front of the teaching building lobby, and wherever it went, a group of employees and students gathered.

Their eyes were filled with endless amazement as the beautiful BMW gleamed under the Delhi sun.

What power and glory this is! Ten million rupees! And it's a limited edition!

Arendam approached her with great enthusiasm.

(End of this chapter)