I am a master in India

Chapter 79 It’s all your fault
It was a crisp autumn day in Mumbai in November. Ron was in a taxi, swerving along the Seaside Boulevard and heading straight for the Juhu district.

Looking at the street scenes speeding past outside the car window, he couldn't help but wonder whether he should buy a car.

It would be best to find a full-time driver so that it would be more convenient when traveling around.

Of course, this matter would have to wait a bit, as he was short of money. Ron also looked down on Indian-made Tata and Ambassador cars.

India is notorious for its shoddy products, so safety-related tools like cars still have to be imported.

The Bollywood RK Studios is already visible in the distance, and the flow of people and vehicles here has increased significantly.

As soon as he got out of the taxi, a figure jumped up from behind and covered his eyes.

"Bad guy, guess who I am?"

"Hmm," Ron sniffed, "Of course it's our lovely and beautiful Lena."

"Bingo! Correct answer!" Lena stuck her head out from behind his neck and offered him her hot lips.

It was not until they both felt dizzy from lack of oxygen that they reluctantly separated from each other.

Ron held her soft thighs and weighed them. Little Lena seemed to have gained a little weight recently.

"You're fuller, Lena."

"Don't call me fat!" she yelled, throwing her arms around Ron's neck. "I even took up yoga, but Indian food is so high in sugar..."

"Yoga? That's good!"

"What bad idea are you planning?"

"We'll discuss this tonight. Where's Mary? She just called me."

"She's inside, and those foreigners are wary of local Indians, fearing they might be scammed. So we have to have someone watching over her."

"They didn't give you any trouble?" Ron asked.

"No, they're very nice and curious about Bollywood. But how do you do it? Other Indian casting agents have tried, and the foreigners' reactions are usually suspicion and hostility."

"It wasn't difficult for me to convince them to play silent roles in Bollywood films. They were very enthusiastic about me because I took them to cheap and clean hotels, delicious restaurants and fun places."

"Is that all?" Lena hung on his neck and refused to come down.

"To put it bluntly, you have to gain their trust first. Of course, there's more to it than that; I've also figured out some tricks.

I have met all kinds of foreign tourists, and it is complicated to deal with them quickly to win their trust.

It's probably two parts humor, two parts flattery, one part flirting, a little bit of mischief, a little bit of arrogance, and a little bit of contempt."

Lena stared with wide eyes in shock. Is it so complicated?

"Wait, did you use the same trick on me and Mary?"

"That's different. I didn't even have the chance to use this skill. I was the passive one. Hey, Mary!"

Ron patted Lena's buttocks, and the latter looked at Mary triumphantly before jumping off his back.

"Lena, you should lose some weight. Look, some people are so tired that they can't even straighten their backs, but they still try hard to pretend that they don't care. It's really pitiful."

"you!…"

"Okay, let's get down to business."

Ron separated them without leaving any trace, so all he had to do now was play dumb.

"Let's talk inside first." Mary let them go, and when she turned around, she glanced at Ron, her eyes showing a hint of mischief, a hint of arrogance, and a touch of contempt.

Ron rubbed his nose. Luckily, this awkwardness was his own. Lena, with her simple mind, couldn't understand any of this. On the way to the studio, passersby often came up to greet Mary and the others, but Ron was relatively rare.

They had been working together for a while, and just yesterday Ron had sent eight foreigners over. He did his best to satisfy whatever Mary and the others needed.

Ron had identified those foreigners who met the requirements from the outset, taking them to Picardy's Restaurant, Deepti's Juice Bar, and Strand Café, and then encouraging them to spend money.

When Mary needed someone to play a supporting role, Ron would persuade them on the spot. At this time, the store owner, manager, and clerk would vouch for him one by one, and the deal would be done in just a few minutes.

Not only foreigners are enthusiastic about him, but local shop owners are also enthusiastic about him. This is a skill, and it is very useful.

After more than two months of cooperation, Mary and Lena almost contracted the work of selecting actors to major studios and producers.

Now they are trying to make it to the prestigious RK Productions, the most prestigious studio in Bollywood.

Passing through the gate, a tall iron gable roof like a gray sailboat stands on the ground.

All kinds of messy equipment, cables, and people were crowded at the door, and someone was holding a list and shouting something.

After Mary went up to say hello, the guard took them to the soundproof studio, where a group of Germans were waiting. They were the extras that Ron had sent over yesterday.

It was a break in the filming, and Lena had prepared some coffee and tea for the young people.

There were several tables arranged around the stage in the studio, decorated like a modern nightclub, and they gathered around two of them.

Ron went over to greet them, exchanged some pleasantries, and then took Mary aside.

"How are they doing?"

"That's great," she said happily, "I think they are patient, calm, and enjoying themselves, so the photos will be great.

Ron, the people sent here recently are excellent, and the producer is very happy. Maybe we can really make a difference in this field, you, me, and Lena.

"You like this line of work, don't you?"

"Indeed," she gave him a smile that Ron could feel on the back of his head, "I like this job."

Her expression became serious and resolute, the kind of resoluteness you see on the face of someone who has given up hope but is still fighting. Her skin was flawless, her rosy eyes shone with determination, and her long, curly red hair was pulled back from her face in an elegant hairstyle that complemented her demure ivory trouser suit.

"Ron, I like the people and the life here, and I think you will like it too."

"Of course, I like you too." Ron smiled.

He didn't know what Mary had been through that made her so determined, but Ron knew that she must need the feeling of being loved at this moment, a love that included friendship, appreciation, respect, and simple liking, and he didn't hesitate to show his affection.

Mary looked him in the eye and laughed. She took his arm and led him around the studio.

"This film is a comedy," she said.

"Not surprisingly."

"It's a romantic comedy. The heroine is Jimi, who I think is very sexy and charming. She's not a good dancer, but she's very beautiful. The hero is Changki Pandey, who is also very good in his performance, if he doesn't keep making mistakes."

"Speaking of which, where are the producers?"

"Oh, damn, I almost forgot." Mary covered her forehead with her hands. "It's all your fault, Ron."

"what?"

"You just interrupted."

Ron blinked innocently. He had said something that made her forget about serious matters.

"Come on, I'll introduce a business to you." Mary took his hand and walked towards the stage.

(End of this chapter)