I am a master in India

Chapter 50: Bribery of Justice

"About buying medicine?" Harry had forgotten a little.

"It's that Brazilian friend, he's very sick!"

"Oh!" Harry said suddenly, "that poor guy."

"Yes, his illness requires continuous medication, and the dosage is very large and he has to take it all the time."

"That's such sad news, but how much is it?"

"I'd guess a few hundred kilograms, about the size of a car."

"He's very ill!" Harry frowned.

"Yes, he is pitiful. He always buys medicine with US dollars." Ron felt the same way.

"Dollar?"

"Dollar!"

"It's a bit troublesome. After all, there are taxes to be collected when going through customs."

"Three percentage points. My friend thinks this tax rate is good. What do you think, Brother Harry?"

"I think Ganga-ri!"

"Then it's settled."

"No problem, I'll go back and prepare for customs clearance." Harry moved his fat body and pulled himself out of the chair.

"So urgent? I just ordered the food."

"This isn't that easy. For several hundred kilograms, I suggest shipping it by sea. As you know, air freight is very expensive. And I happen to have other colleagues at the customs office."

"Okay, if my friend thinks the medicine is effective, maybe we can all hang out for tea more often in the future. How about inviting your colleagues?"

"It's okay, Ron Baba, I promise they'll all like you."

Harry wiped the sweat from his face and said goodbye in a hurry. It seemed that he cared more about this matter than Ron.

Tsk, each and every one of them is very dedicated.

It was he who was supposed to ask others to do things, but now he has nothing to do.

The atrium of the seaside hotel is very beautiful, and you can sit on the balcony and enjoy the sea breeze.

Overall, today went smoothly. A brief encounter of just ten minutes put an end to what could have been hundreds of sleepless nights or thousands of meaningless phone calls.

Indian officials are not servants, they are masters.

What makes honest critics most despair is that this corrupt system operates unusually smoothly within Indian society.

Ron returned to his apartment in the fortress area in the afternoon. When he opened the door, the first thing he saw was Nia's frightened face.

"Baba, where have you been? Are you going to abandon Nia?"

"How could that be? I was drunk last night at a friend's house."

Seeing her pitiful appearance, Ron burst into laughter.

The fatigue from dealing with Indian officials in the morning was unknowingly diluted a lot.

"Baba, you disappeared for the whole day." Nia cried and laughed.

She hadn't slept all night, lying on the table in the living room, terrified and frightened. Suddenly she realized she couldn't find Ron.

There were no companies in the Fortress District or Victoria Station. She had been to her old apartment, but it had collapsed.

Looking at the pile of rubble in the mud, Nia was terrified. She ran back home and stayed at the door without leaving.

"Oops, I forgot to tell you last night. I definitely won't do that again, okay?"

"Ok!"

Ron smiled and wiped her tears, and couldn't help but kiss her lips.

"Ah!" Nia blushed.

"Haven't you eaten yet?"

She nodded sheepishly.

"I'll go buy some. You take a good bath and then get ready to rest."

As soon as Ron turned around, Nia grabbed his arm reflexively.

"Don't worry, I'll be back soon, really." Patting her hand, Ron went out. There is a Saurabh restaurant nearby, and their spiced rice rolls are famous in Mumbai.

The place was often packed with guests, and when Ron came out of the steamy, fragrant restaurant, the street outside was crowded with people.

After asking around, I learned that Ganesha festival is coming soon. Coincidentally, the following October is also the Indian New Year, so people have already started celebrating.

Indians really like this kind of religious activities, and of course they also support marches and demonstrations.

Every time they went out, the nearby streets would be paralyzed for half a day. When Ron finally squeezed home, Nia, who was soaked, was already fixing her hair.

"Let me do it." Ron was very familiar with this kind of thing, Mary and Lena... cough.
Anyway, he is very good at helping girls dry their hair.

Little Nia had never enjoyed such treatment before. Ron's unreasonable actions made her both happy and frightened.

Baba is the master, and in Uttar Pradesh such servants would be beaten to death.

Baba

"Ok?"

"Let Nia come."

"No need." Ron wrapped a dry towel around her black hair, rubbed it, and then sniffed it.

Hmm, it's the scent of cinnamon. As he smelled it, he actually felt a little hungry.

"Go and rest after eating." After taking care of her, Ron prepared to go to the study to write something.

"I can't sleep alone." She grabbed the corner of his clothes pitifully.

"Then I'll read a book and you can sleep next to me."

"Yeah." Nia nodded obediently, but her green eyes were still staring at him.

Last night, she really thought Ron didn't want her anymore.

Now that I have it back, even when I lie down, my head subconsciously moves towards him.

Hey, why does the master smell different than usual?

Nia sniffed. Two kinds?

The day after meeting Harry and the others, Ron visited their home near the Naka community, carrying two boxes.

As government officials, they are provided with rental housing as a welfare benefit, and the housing conditions vary depending on their official positions.

Harry's Naka community is also in South Mumbai and has a pretty good location.

"This is the working capital your friends need, $10,000 per person."

"Ron, you've been a great help!"

When I opened the box, the green US dollars were dazzling.

Harry and Singer glanced at the people around them, and the same two boxes were delivered to Ron.

"You count them, 40 rupees each."

"No, we are brothers, Harry."

"You're right, we're fucking brothers!"

Harry has always believed that the US dollar is the most beautiful money in the world. That green color makes people feel excited, just like the green on the Indian flag.

"Here's your company's license. I've marked out a few plots for you to choose from. The rent is 1200 rupees per square meter, which is the lowest price. After a year, I'll try to convert it into a five-year franchise."

After confirming that the US dollars in the box were okay, Singer readily handed Ron a piece of information.

That's the good thing about Indian officials: if they're paid, they'll definitely do their job. People in the industry call this "just bribery," and it's a specialty of India.

"It's a pleasure working with you, both of you."

"Ron, this kind of business turnover can continue in the future, right?" Harry asked.

"As long as the amount I have here allows, then there's no problem."

"Of course." Harry shook his head happily.

Ron smiled as if to agree. It seemed that he needed to explain to Hadhan.

After returning home, he originally planned to go to the train station to take a look, but an unexpected phone call disrupted his schedule.

Smith, the first foreigner he and Anand had met, called.

(End of this chapter)