I am a master in India

Chapter 67 You are really a genius!
"Look what this is?"

Luca opened the clothes in the suitcase, revealing something green inside.

Dollars, all of them. They were hidden among a pile of clothes, covering a whole layer.

"Hey man, let's go big this time! $10, all for purchasing goods!"

"Are these all profits from selling medicine?" Ron held his breath. This business was somewhat beyond his expectations.

"No, of course not. Last time I was just scouting the area, and the total amount, including principal and interest, was only over 2 US dollars. I scraped together some of the rest from friends, and even the money for buying hemp was embezzled."

"What hemp?" Ron looked up.

"Uh... didn't I tell you? Before coming to Mumbai, I went to rural India, Bihar, West Bengal... Hemp is grown there in abundance and is very famous in South America."

Luca originally engaged in this gray business in Brazil, but due to some gang conflicts, he was unable to purchase goods from local dealers.

That's why I thought of going to India to develop new sources of supply. When I got here, I overheard people talking about the pharmaceutical business, and that's how things happened.

"So you were originally planning to go into the tobacco business, but now you've changed your mind?"

"Dude, the drug business is just as profitable as the weed business, and it has a good reputation. The locals will thank you, and the police won't treat you like a weed dealer if they find out, so why not?"

The benefits are obvious. After seeing the pharmaceutical business, Luca's local friends invested money to get a piece of the pie.

When there are "legitimate" business ways to make money, gangsters are unwilling to become tobacco dealers.

"I can see that you've enjoyed your time in Brazil over the past two months."

"Aha, you figured it out. That was a super cool experience, a legendary and inspiring story!"

"The little gangster has turned over a new leaf? The bad guy has turned over a new leaf? Okay, I'll help you arrange the rest." Ron stood up and prepared to leave.

"Dude, we have to hurry! The sooner the better, so we can get the goods and make a killing!"

"There's no problem with Pant, but remember our agreement, 30% commission." Ron gestured.

"Wait a minute Ron, let's talk this over." Luca stopped him.

"What do you want to say?"

"Can I delay taking this cut? Don't get me wrong, I don't want to default on it. I want to invest it in the pharmaceutical business.

Look, we took $2 worth of drugs and turned it into over $ in cash. Man, that's a fourfold profit! You can't find a more profitable business than this."

"And then?" Ron remained unmoved.

"You must not be good at math. Come, let me help you calculate. You took $10 out of the $3, so in the end you only got $3. But if you put it back into the box, in two months, no, one month, I can bring back $6!"

"Shouldn't it be $12?" Ron looked at him amusedly.

"Oh, you can do the math! But that's not the point. This money is considered an investment. You know, I'm responsible for transporting and selling the goods, and I bear most of the risk, so a commission is reasonable, right?"

The $3 was originally Ron's commission, but as long as it was turned into business capital, Luca could in turn make a profit from Ron.

In this way, not only did he not lose the money, but he actually made $6.

"You are truly a genius!"

"Everyone thinks so, that's why they pooled their money to let me start my business." Luca said proudly.

"no way!"

"What? Wait, didn't I make it clear? This is double the profit! Double!"

"Look, Luca, I know exactly what you're trying to say. But it won't work in Mumbai, at least not right now."

"Why?" Luca spread his hands. "I can't understand it. This is obviously good for both of us!"

"Because this is India! A country where bribes are the key to getting things done! Do you think I took all the 30% commission? No! I only took it on behalf of the officials: customs, police, foreign affairs bureau, and the docks.
Have you ever thought about how much medicine weighs in kilograms, worth nearly $100,000? How did it manage to escape inspection and finally leave India safely? Airlines won't work, man! We have to go by sea, and that requires bribery of even more officials.

Where would the bribe money come from before the drugs were sold? Me? That's not how Indians do business! "Ron was basically right, a bit exaggerated, but the logic was clear. Someone had to pay for the bribe, and it certainly wasn't him.

The prospect Luca described was very tempting. The money would go out and come back doubled after a round of circulation. No matter how he looked at it, Ron would not lose out.

But there was a key point here, which was that everything Luca said could be realized. In the absence of any supervision, Ron expressed his doubts.

Who knows what's going on in Brazil? He can't go with them. Can Luca be fully trusted? He can't guarantee that.

The first business principle: Don’t make trust the key to the success or failure of your business. Business is business.

"You are such a shrewd and ruthless guy!" Luca glared at him.

"In India, this is the best compliment for a businessman."

"Wow, are Indians so perverted?"

"Congratulations, you are about to discover the weakness of this country."

"I knew it from the first day I came here that this country is not normal."

"Stop complaining. At least I get paid to do the job."

“Like the policemen?”

"What did I just say? You've discovered this country's weakness!"

"Here! Take it!" Luca angrily grabbed a wad of dollars and stuffed it into his arms. "Man, go deal with them! I want to leave India safely with my stuff in a week, is that okay?"

"No problem!"

For some reason, time flies by in Mumbai once October arrives. Perhaps it's because the temperatures cool down a bit and people start to enjoy the benefits of Mumbai's metropolitan character.

Once you fall into this comfortable state of enjoyment, time becomes less noticeable and slips away.

As a local, Ron was able to put on his coat and walk down the street regardless of the sun in the sky.

"Niya, how about this set of bracelets?"

"Baba, it's too big. Let's change to a smaller one."

“I like big ones!”

Today Ron accompanied Nia to the market to fulfill his promise to buy her a set of gold jewelry before the end of the year.

Zaveri Chowk is Mumbai's oldest jewelry market, home to generations of skilled goldsmiths who craft stunning pieces of jewelry.

There is a saying in India that jewelry is half of a woman's life.

Even if a family is so poor that they live on the sidewalk, the hostess will definitely have two pieces of jewelry collected closely, even if they are made of brass.

Although Nia said it was too big, her big, bright eyes couldn't help but glance at Ron's hand.

Indian bracelets are not thin but a wide bundle, but they are not heavy because the goldsmiths have carved countless hollow patterns on them, which look like a thin fishing net when you look closely.

Ron picked up the bracelet and tested it on Nia's wrist, then decisively began to bargain with the boss. After a bloody fight, he bought the jewelry set for 6,000 rupees.

The current price of gold is about $200 an ounce, and it's even cheaper here in India, plus the labor isn't worth the money. Spending rupees on such a large and beautiful bracelet is definitely worth it.

"Well, I kept my promise. What about you, Nia?"

"What?" Nia, who was happily immersed in fantasy, raised her confused little face.

"I've never seen you wear a skirt."

Suddenly, Nia's fair face was covered with a layer of pink.

(End of this chapter)