I am a master in India

Chapter 76 He is not honest

Chapter 76 He is not honest
"Oh, I think I understand." Ron suddenly remembered the inside information Kavia had provided before.

This was the first time he had heard of this name. Perhaps, just as the gossip had suggested, this Elizabeth was an outsider.

"You are not gangsters, nor are you from a bank?" Sharma also reacted at this time.

"Do I look like such a jerk?" Ron smiled and walked to the sofa and sat down. "I'm a businessman. I heard you were planning to put an ad in the newspaper to sell that piece of land?"

"Oh, that's right!" Sharma suddenly perked up. "You have a good eye. That piece of land is the only one of its kind in Mumbai. It's over 100,000 square meters."

"Yaar, hundreds of thousands of square meters of wasteland, there's not even a slum nearby."

"But you can't find any larger, contiguous piece of private land than this."

"Mr. Sharma, have you ever heard of the word 'lots'? There are vast tracts of unclaimed desert in Rajasthan, but no one wants them."

"My land is not a desert, it is the most valuable asset of the textile factory."

Ron waved his hand, interrupting his boasting. "Name a price?"

"One hundred million rupees!" Sharma exclaimed.

"Damn it, this bastard is a lunatic!" Vinod rolled up his sleeves and prepared to beat him up.

"Stop!" Sharma shouted. He looked at Ron in confusion, "Why don't you bargain?"

"It's not too late to bargain after he beats you up so that you wake up." Ron crossed his legs and watched the show leisurely.

Vinod grabbed his collar and slapped him.

"Stop! Fifty million!" Sharma shouted.

Vinod turned his head and Ron said nothing.

Snap! The fat on Sharma's face trembled violently.

"Thirty million, it can't be any lower!"

Bang! This time Vinod didn’t even need to ask Ron for permission.

"Twenty million, it can't be any lower!" Sharma wailed, covering his face.

Vinod continued to swing his arms.

"Stop! Stop!" Sharma screamed, looking at Ron with resentment, "You don't even want to bargain. This is not Indian at all!"

"You are so greedy. Do I look like a sucker?"

"You can bargain!" Sharma complained. "Indians always bargain until the very last moment before a deal is done."

"Okay then, five million rupees."

"Absolutely impossible!"

Vinod’s slap landed.

Ron was stunned, and so was Sharma.

“He is not honest,” Vinod explained weakly.

"Damn it, I'm going to fight you!" Sharma twisted his round body hard.

Over there, Vinod held him down with one hand, not moving at all.

Within two minutes, Sharma was limp and motionless, like a slug that had lost its soul.

"Okay, let him go." Ron tilted his head.

Vinod took two steps back and looked at Sharma warily, but the latter could only gasp for breath.

Ron looked at him, and he looked at Ron.

"Why don't you bargain?" Ron asked curiously.

"I" Sharma looked at him, then at Vinod, wanting to cry but having no tears.

"I think the price of five million rupees can be discussed." Ron spoke first.

"Fifteen million" Sharma's tentative counter-offer.

"Eight million."

"Twelve million."

"Eight and a half million."

"Twelve million."

Vinod was about to hit someone again, but this time Sharma refused to budge. "Mr. Sharma, I'm serious about this deal. But your price is unreasonable. According to the market price, the land is not worth that much."

"A textile factory not only has land, but also factory buildings and some equipment, which are all assets."

"I understand that you've sold all the valuable equipment there, and now all that's left is an empty shell."

"No, I can't do that even if you hit me." Sharma shook his head stubbornly. This was his last stubbornness as a businessman.

"I need to go to the textile factory for an on-site assessment, as well as various paperwork, and then we can have the final negotiations." Ron gave in.

"Let me think about it." Sharma hesitated.

"Mr. Sharma, please remember that we are more sincere than banks and more reasonable than gangsters."

Ron handed him a business card and quietly left with Vinod.

The room returned to silence again, as if nothing had happened.

Sharma looked at the business card in his hand, his brows relaxed and then frowned, hesitant.

As long as the owner is found, the land purchase will be settled. The rest of the process cannot be rushed, and the various formalities and terms need to be confirmed slowly, otherwise it is easy to fall into traps.

The first thing Ron did after coming out of the hotel was to call Kavya and ask her to remove Sharma's advertisement.

He would make up for any loss the newspaper incurred. It was just an advertisement, a few thousand rupees at most.

But Kavya said that there was no need to go through so much trouble, she could just find an excuse to reject Sharma's application. The newspaper received so many advertising invitations every day that no one cared about this matter.

Well, that's the Indian thing, the whole country is a huge makeshift team.

After finishing this task, Ron began to consider his own small treasury.

According to his estimation, the offer just now was probably Sharma's bottom line. Twelve million rupees was not a small amount.

His previous savings were about 6 million, and after completing Luca's business, he probably made another million.

The past October was a bumper month, with Mumbai travel companies recording record revenue.

He hadn't looked at the specific accounts yet, but Harus had roughly calculated that the profit for October was at least 100 million rupees.

All in all, the cash he could use was close to 9 million rupees, still 3 million short.

It's not even halfway through November yet, so there's no way I can count on him now. There won't be any news from Luca for a while, so I can basically give up on it.

Among his friends, he is the richest, so this is out of the question.

The only option left was to go to the bank. Ron finally considered the bank because he had heard about how outrageous the banks in India were.

The police are corrupt, the officials are corrupt, so are the banks corrupt?

Even the kids in the slums know the answer to this question.

Sharman Ron was not anxious, he knew the other party would come to him. There was no surprise, and there was no choice.

The debt collection pressure from banks and workers alone is enough to discourage the interest of most outsiders.

As for the gangs, as long as Sharma is not stupid, he will know what to choose.

Ron is already preparing the funds and the necessary procedures to apply for a bank loan.

But before he could finish, Anand came to his door.

"Ron, are you free tomorrow?"

"what's up?"

"To the slums." He shook his neck happily.