I am a master in India

Chapter 72 Best Cover

Pant had already left with the money, and the few people who were originally guarding here also left with him.

"Ron, what should we do next? We can't take them away just by ourselves." Luca looked at the goods in the yard with both joy and worry.

"Don't worry, everything has been arranged." Ron winked at Anand.

The latter immediately opened the gate a crack, and outside a sneaky-looking young man was looking over here.

He spoke a few words in Marathi and touched the boy's head. The boy responded a few times and disappeared out the door.

"Are you looking for help? I have to remind you, man, this batch of goods is at least several hundred kilograms, that's it."

Before Luca could finish his words, the gate was suddenly pushed open, and a large group of men and women entered one after another.

Some of them pushed carts, others carried baskets. When they got to the yard, they unpacked the cartons one by one without Ron's instructions.

Then the boxes of medicine were placed in carts and baskets, covered with a layer of straw and topped with crushed ice or a few freshly caught fish.

They worked skillfully and silently, and when they had their tools filled, they would get up and leave. Once outside, they would immediately start chatting and laughing, just like they were doing any other fishing trip.

Luca was stunned by the scene in front of him. Everyone here behaved quite naturally, except him.

"Bro! This isn't your fucking territory, is it? You're the gangster here, right?"

"Stop it, I'm a decent guy. What are you talking about gangsters? They're just here to help."

While they were talking, most of the cardboard boxes piled up in the yard had disappeared. These fishermen worked incredibly fast.

"Okay, let's go too." Ron took Luca, who was half shocked and half confused, and followed the crowd out of the yard.

Near the dock stood twenty or so large wooden fishing boats, all built to the same blueprint. Boats like these had been sailing the Arabian Sea for over five hundred years.

Here and there among those wooden ships were larger and taller iron-hulled ships. The rusty, ugly iron-hulled ships and the graceful wooden ships, docked side by side, seemed to tell a story of world history.

"Those are the iron ships, right? Which one have you prepared? When are we leaving?" Luca stretched his neck. The ship lights had been lit, and the entire sea was shining with stars.

"Almost there." Ron smiled.

The fishermen, pushing carts and carrying baskets, stopped in front of a wooden boat. Luca couldn't help but frown. But Ron stepped forward and shouted a few words in Marathi, and soon several planks of wood were put over.

He waved, and the fishermen lined up to board the boat, carrying their goods. In just over ten minutes, the unloading was complete. Ron smiled and greeted them briefly, and the crowd gradually dispersed.

"Your cargo is all in the hold, right here with the seafood. It's a good disguise, covering up the smell of the medicine."

"Wait, are you saying we're just going to take this wooden boat that's older than my grandfather?" Luca stomped his feet worriedly, causing the wooden planks on the deck to creak.

Seeing his actions, the captain standing next to him immediately started talking a lot.

"what did he say?"

"He said this ship is stronger than your grandfather."

"Thank you for your greetings, but does he understand English?" Luca looked at the captain in surprise.

He was an old man with a white beard, perhaps in his fifties or sixties, and the wrinkles on his face were like temple statues, dark and shiny.

Seeing Luca's eyes, he immediately shook his neck proudly, as if mocking him for not understanding Marathi.

"His name is Majid, and he's lived on this ship since he was born. He's sailed this sea for decades and is familiar with every reef hidden in the water. With him around, you'll never get lost."

"What do you mean, you won't come with me?" Luca was anxious.

“Anand will be with you, you can trust him as much as you trust me.”

Anand, who was standing behind them, immediately smiled and shook his neck, "I not only understand English, but I can also speak English." "Hey, man, are you sure this is okay?" Luca looked at the ship, the captain, and Anand with some doubt.

"You will put out to sea in the early morning and arrive in international waters between 2 and 3 a.m. The coast guard patrolling during this period will be ours, and a significant portion of the 30% of the water will go to them.

So don't worry, they will either ignore you or treat you like a friend. Of course, if you don't want to deal with them, just let Majid give the signal.

Ron's money wasn't wasted; he also helped the customs officers exchange a lot of dollars. He put a lot of effort into establishing this relationship.

Of course, the margin call was not as exaggerated as just mentioned, only about five or six points, and the rest went into Ron's own pocket.

Customs officials actually prefer Ron to convert their dirty money into U.S. dollars, which means a steady stream of disposable wealth.

"By the way, have you arranged the ship I asked you to contact?" Ron asked.

"They would pick me up on the high seas and return directly to Brazil."

"Oh, it's been a long journey."

"There's no other way. We can't go by land. The Persian Gulf countries are too chaotic. Who knows what will happen. Coincidentally, I have friends who deliver goods in the nearby waters. They are very familiar with the area."

"Okay then. I wish you a safe journey."

"Bless me, Ron. If this business trip goes well, we'll find the code to wealth, and you and I will both become millionaires!"

"May the sun god Surya shine upon you!"

Ron returned to the shore, waved his hand, and took Vinod and the others away from the dock.

He has a lot of business to do, so he can just leave things like going out to sea to people he knows, and there's no need for him to go there himself.

When he returned to the fishing village, the fishermen passing by greeted him happily, with joy and anticipation in their eyes.

Ron gestured to Vinod, who immediately pulled out a bundle of rupees from his pocket and began distributing money.

All those who had just helped transport the goods received one, 200 rupees each, which was a generous reward for them.

Whether it is Ron or Vinod, they know most of the people here.

A little inland from this fishing village, about across the road, is the slum where Anand and his friends live.

Every day, a considerable portion of the fish caught here is bought by residents of the slums. If the people of the fishing village are short of daily necessities, they will also go to the small shops in the slums.

They often visit each other and know each other well, just like friends.

It was a mutually beneficial coexistence, and Ron had been on both sides more than once.

It was precisely because he was familiar with the situation here that he agreed to let Pant deliver the goods at the dock. There was no safer place than this.

"Ron Baba, Alibai hopes you can come visit him when you are free." After handing out the money, Vinod conveyed Taiji Ali's instructions.

Taj Ali was the slum boss, and he and Ron had met several times.

"Tell Tiji I'll be there." Ron knew it was time to return the favor.

Without Taj Ali's help, the two sides would not have cooperated so well in this transaction.

But before visiting the slums again, he wants to meet Kavya first.

A big deal is waiting for him, buying land!

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